by J. L. Beck
“It’s not worth your energy and I don’t want your pity because my choice brought me to you. It was a bad relationship from the start. All that matters is that I’m here now, and have you…” She cupped my cheek in her small palm, forcing my eyes to meet hers.
The venom in my stare evaporated into thin air the moment our eyes collided. I couldn’t hold that much anger in when I had such a fragile, beautiful woman in my arms. I couldn’t be enraged when I had everything that he was missing out on.
“I think I love you…” My voice was low, and the longer I looked at her, the more I believed the words I had spoken.
“Love….” She seemed surprised, but not surprised enough for her to go running for the hills.
“Yeah, love… My heart beats out of my chest whenever you’re around. My body begs to be at your mercy, and every time you’re away I’m thinking about you and when you’ll pop up outside. I want you in more than just a physical way, darlin. I want you in the way my poppa wanted my grandma.” I blinked, hoping she would say something, and when she didn’t and just continued to stare at me, worry started to eat away at my insides.
“Say something, Lola. Anything…” I begged, pulling away from her so I could look at her. Really look at her.
“I….” Her voice wobbled. “I think I love you too, and I don’t know if it’s too soon to know, but I feel the same way. Every night we sleep together, I lay awake next to you wondering if all of this is a dream that I’m going to wake up from one day.” I was relived when she finally spoke, but fully enthralled when I finally heard her words.
She loved me. She felt the same way. She wanted this.
Those were the only things that mattered. I would take care of Roger and end him if need be. I would protect Lola, and give her every single thing she ever deserved. I would cherish her, making sure she was always taken care of.
“Lift your dress before I rip it off ya again…” My voice was rough but I needed this. Her.
She seemed startled, but lifted her dress, revealing a smooth pussy that was mine for the licking. No panties? I slipped off the couch and onto my knees, moving the sofa back at little bit to make room for my large frame.
“Spread your legs and whatever you do… Never stop screaming my name.” I smirked placing a kiss against the inside of her creamy white thigh. Her body shook with need as I continued to tease her with small kisses on the insides of her thighs and right over her clit.
Gone was the anger and rage I had been feeling. I put all those emotions into giving Lola the best orgasm she had ever had.
“I’ve never done this before, Jackson.” Her words came out in a flurry and I laughed against her pussy, my tongue flicking against the tight little bean.
“Well, you took my virginity, so I’m popping your getting eaten out cherry,” I mumbled against clit, before sucking the sweet bud into my mouth. As soon as I did, Lola’s body arched off the couch, her hands gripping onto my head as if she was on a rollercoaster she was afraid she would fall off of.
“Oh fuck…” It was such a filthy word that fell from such sweet innocent lips, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t want to hear her say it again and again. So I flicked that sweet bud back and forth, alternating between sucking and flicking before I inserted two fingers deep into her tight pussy.
“Mmmm…” I growled, releasing her clit and licking her from bottom to top, her sweet arousal exploding against my tongue.
“Jackkkkksssooonnn.” She screamed my name and I smiled like a bastard, loving how much at my mercy she was. Her body bowed, and her hips twisted as she tried to escape the pleasure that was slamming into her.
The confines of her pussy grew tighter as I continued to enter her, while arching my fingers upwards so that I could hit that sweet spot just on the interior wall of her pussy.
“Fall apart against my hand, Lola. I want to taste your sweet cum on my tongue,” I encouraged her, watching as her chest rose and fell furiously. Her eyes squeezed shut and before I could suck her clit back into my mouth, she was falling apart, her legs shaking all while she gasped for air.
The muscles of her pussy quivered, forcing me to pull my fingers out. When I did, they were dripping wet. I held them up to the light looking at the cum that glistened against them.
“Oh God…” she panted, watching me from beneath hooded eyes as I sucked the two fingers into my mouth. I sucked with all my might, refusing to let even one drop of her sweetness escape my mouth.
“I’ve never tasted something so fuckin’ sweet, darlin’…” I licked my lips, not feeling completely satisfied just yet. I wanted more, and I was going to get it from Lola. I had tasted the muffin, and now I was going to get the whole meal.
“That was intense… I’ve never fallen apart so fast…” She was left breathless. What she didn’t know, was that she had better gather her wits fast, because I was about to take her on another ride. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them down past my thighs before lifting her up in my arms and settling onto the couch. I shifted her in my arms until she was facing me, and my steel hard cock was right at her entrance.
“I don’t care about anything but you, Lola. I’ll defend you.” I gently grabbed her by the back of the neck, forcing her eyes to meet mine as I thrust upwards inside of her, my cock slamming against the back of her pussy.
“I’ll protect you.” Another thrust. “I’ll honor you.” Another thrust. “I’ll love you.” Another thrust. I embedded every word deep inside of her as I said it, letting her know just how deep the things I said ran for me.
“It’s too good. You’re to good,” she cried out. I could see the tears in her eyes, and I knew it wasn’t from any pain I was causing her.
“No. It’s fate, darlin’. You were meant to be mine, and I was meant to be yours. How we came about getting to each other don’t matter no more.” I held her tightly to my chest while I made love to every single inch of her body. I soothed her and caressed her hair while kissing her chest, face, and neck.
My hands mapped out her entire body until there was nothing that I hadn’t memorized and when we both finally fell apart together, when the world flipped on its axis and lightening shot behind our lids, I knew that we had sealed our fates together.
That no matter what, Lola was going to remain here with me for as long as we decided, and that if her ex showed up here again looking for her, I would do what I should’ve done all along.
Kick his ass.
Chapter Six
Lola
Jackson told me not to be scared. He told me not to run away from my fears, but I wasn’t a big strong man like him. I had seen things that I didn’t want to see and knew the damage that Roger could do. I wanted to believe Jackson could protect me, but I was more worried about him than myself.
It had been three days since Roger had shown up here unannounced and I was still trying to get over my fear of going outside alone. If he suspected that I was here, it was because someone told him they had seen me here.
“The first shipment of wood is going to be going out today. We can make a trip into town if you’d like?” I heard Jackson talking but my mind was wandering. I blinked, trying to refocus.
“What if he’s watching…. Waiting…?” I couldn’t help but ask, the question was burning a hole in the side of my head.
“If he’s watching us, then we’ve sure given him some nice porn to watch. If he’s waiting, well, he’s going to be waiting an awfully long time.” Jackson was so carefree about the issue where I was ready to piss my pants from anxiety.
“I’m serious… What if he’s waiting for us to leave so he can track us? I know this man, Jackson, and I know what he’s capable of doing. He doesn’t stop.” I cut into the French toast that had been placed in front of me. I was slowly feeling like this place was my home as much as it was Jackson’s.
“I ain’t scared of a little bitch like him, Lola.” Jackson smiled and my body came to life. He was such an amazing man and the love he had for me I cou
ld feel, just from one single look. I needed to let go of my fear, that’s what he had told me. Roger didn’t rule me anymore. I was free.
“Fine. Let’s go today then. Once the driver comes in for the load we can leave. I need to get some things from town anyway.” I conceded, pleased with myself that I could actually agree with him. I didn’t want to fight about Roger, but I also didn’t want him to hurt Jackson.
“There’s my girl. He doesn’t own you anymore. You don’t have to be afraid of someone who thinks he’s a man. I’ll crush him like a fucking ant beneath my boot if I have to.” He stuffed another slab of French toast in his mouth, letting the sweet syrup drip down his chin.
“You’re so messy…” I shook my head, grinning at him. How had I gone from feeling so miserable, to feeling like nothing could get in the way of my happiness?
“Am I?” He gave me a boyish grin.
“Yes, Jackson. You’re filthy,” I teased, taking another bite.
“Then why don’t you come and clean me up…?” he taunted, leaning across the table until his lips were almost touching mine.
“Because that would lead to things that we don’t have time for, Mr. Lumberjack, so get a move on. Wood needs split. The kitchen needs cleaned, and I got clothes to hang out on the line.” I shooed him, and not because I didn’t want to fuck him, because I really did. I always did. But because we had a million things that needed to be done and none of it would get done if we spent all day in bed together.
A pout formed on his face. “Are you saying no to touching my wood? Because if you are, that would be a real shame…” He shoveled the rest of the food into his mouth, while I pushed most of mine around on my plate.
“I will touch your wood, but later…” I snickered, letting some of the uneasiness seep out of me. Jackson was still eyeing me like a hawk, afraid that I may lose it at any second.
He understood my fear though, and why I acted the way I did about him coming here. He hated Roger with the same intensity I did. Still, my fear of the man ran deeper than any hate I could ever have for him. I knew what he was going to do if he couldn’t find me, and that scared the hell out of me.
“Alright sassypants, I’m headed outside to finish up the load. If you need anything, you come hollering okay?” He pushed from the table and walked over to the kitchen sink, placing his dirty dishes in it. Then he came back to me, and pressed his sugary sweet lips to mine.
I could taste the maple against my tongue as the kiss deepened, a fire filling my belly. Jackson knew how to kiss. He knew how to steal your breath, and set your soul ablaze. He possessed me like no one ever had before, and I loved that about him. All too soon he pulled away, a smirk on his lips.
“You’ll get the rest later, but only if you behave…” I could’ve smacked him right then and there for making my knees weak and my pussy throb for the next two hours, but I didn’t. I let him walk out the front door thinking he had won that battle, when in reality, I would settle the score later.
Still even with Jackson’s red hot skin still fresh against my lips I couldn’t shake the feeling that all of this was too good to be true, and that sooner or later it was all going to come crashing down on us.
Fate. It brought us together, but would it keep us together?
***
I had just finished up all the chores when the sound of a large semi barreling towards the cabin met my ears. For a second I froze up, worrying that Roger was coming back, but then I realized it wasn’t anyone but the semi, as I lifted my eyes to the driveway outside.
I desperately needed to get a grasp on the fear I had towards Roger. I was strong, stronger now that I had Jackson by my side. Yet, I didn’t feel completely out of Roger’s clutches. Instead, I felt like a deer in hiding, and Roger was the wolf just around the bend waiting for me to show my face.
“You ready to go, sweetheart…” Jackson popped his head inside the cabin front door and I pushed down the anxiety that was threatening to burst out of me.
“More than ever. I need to get shaving cream, some panties, and a number of other things…” I started naming stuff off.
“Panties? You don’t need no panties when you’re around me. I’ll just rip them off you, destroying them in the process of trying to claim your pussy.” He was so smug now that he had tasted me, sometimes I wanted to knock him off his high horse. Sometimes. Other days I wanted to spread my legs and let him have his way with me.
“I’m getting panties, Jackson… I’m supposed to be getting my period soon.” It dawned on me then that I hadn’t been paying attention to dates.
“Fine, but you’re only wearing them then. Now let’s get going, I want to be back before sun down.” I walked over to the door and he took my hand in his, the warmth of his touch easing the fear right out of me. Jackson was everything I had ever wanted in a man.
He guided me to the truck he had in hiding, and I looked at it in astonishment. It was a 2013 Dodge Ram that looked like it hadn’t been driven in years.
“You’ve been hiding this thing the whole time?” I narrowed my eyes.
“Hiding, no… Withholding, yes. I never drive the beauty because I never have anywhere to go.” I could see the honesty in his eyes and knew he wasn’t lying. He hadn’t been hiding the truck from me, but the fact that he had such a nice truck did surprise me. I didn’t expect something so new to be sitting in his pull shed.
He helped me in the passenger side, and then ran over to the driver’s side and hopped in. The truck even had the new car smell that you always smelt when you drove it off the dealership lot.
We sat inside the truck watching the two workers from the logging company load the rest of the split wood. I wanted to ask him what he did before he came out here, but wondered if it was just a stupid question.
“You look like something is bothering you.” I bit my bottom lip contemplating asking him the question I wanted.
“I want to ask you something, but I’m not sure it’s really a question that matters now that we’re here…” I wrung my hands together in my lap. Jackson moved over the center console and took my hand in his.
“Ask away, darlin’. I ain’t got nothing to hide,” he assured me, and I believed him. Still, I wanted to know more about him, and the only way to get to know him better was to ask questions.
“What did you do before you came here to the cabin? I know you didn’t just come out here the moment your grandparents died…” I stared him in the eyes, waiting for an answer.
He laughed, and that eased the tension out of me. “I used to be a part of the rodeo, doing shows all across the United States. I quit when I broke five ribs. I decided then that I needed to live a much more simple life. I inherited this place and came out here, thinking it would only be for a short time. Once out here, I realized that it was perfect me and I never turned back.”
“What about your family?” I eagerly asked. I wanted to meet his family if he had a solid relationship with them.
“My mom and dad are supportive of my choices. I talk to them every once in a while, and my mom sends letters every Sunday. My dad comes out to visit here and there. I ain’t got no siblings, so you don’t got to worry about meeting anyone else.”
“Thank you for sharing your past with me.” I squeezed his hand in mine. He knew about my past with Roger, and how my mother and father had disowned me the moment I left with him. Now that I knew about his past, I felt like we were on the same page, in the same book.
“This is our life now, Lola. Anything you want to know about, you can ask. I’m an open book when it comes to you. I done told you that a million times, darlin’.” I smiled, loving how his accent became thicker as he spoke with conviction.
“I get that. I just don’t want to invade on information I don’t have any right to. You had a reason to know about Roger. I didn’t have a reason to know about your past, or why you had such a nice truck.”
“Anything that has to do with me is information you have a right to. If you want to
know ask.” He released my hand and started the truck up, just as the men waved goodbye to us before hopping into the loaded semi and driving down the driveway.
“Thank you for taking me in, Jackson,” I thanked him once more, feeling more grateful now than I ever had before.
“No, it’s me who is thankful, sweetheart. You’ve brought me happiness I thought I would never find. I’m indebted to you for the rest of my life, babe, and I have no problem worshipping you the way you should be worshiped.” I turned, watching him drive us down the driveway. Our driveway.
He was mine, and I was his, and whatever fear I had about us not making it and Roger ruining us, was nothing compared to the fear I had about losing him.
I couldn’t lose him. I wouldn’t lose him.
I would destroy Roger before I let him try and take away the one thing that finally made me whole again. We pulled out onto the main road and in the direction of what I assumed to be town.
“I love you, Lola, and nothing’s ever going to change that okay?” Jackson’s eyes darted from the road to me a few times.
“I believe you. I just don’t want you to get hurt because of me.” That statement resonated through me, and deep into the pit of my stomach. If anything ever happened to Jackson because of me, I didn’t know what I would do.
“You can’t hurt a lumberjack, darlin’. We’re the strongest and toughest sons of bitches in the mountains. Ain’t nobody going to get the upper hand on me, so stop your worrying before I take ya across my knee and spank the nonsense out of ya.” That made me smile.
“Spankin? You’re going to spank me?” I raised an eyebrow, feeling much better with the direction this conversation was going.
“Yes, darlin’. I’ll spank you till your ass cheeks are ruby red and you can’t sit on them for a week,” he threatened, but his eyes glittered with amusement, giving him away.
“I’m sure you will, Mr. Lumberjack. What you don’t know is, I’ll probably like it,” I teased, knowing that he couldn’t do anything about getting a hard cock. Not if he wanted to get back before sundown.