Lumber Jacked

by Chance Carter

  Tonight, just as unexpectedly and furiously as he entered and left, there he was again.

  I wasn’t scared this time. I wanted to be taken wherever he was going.

  I knew that’s where I needed to be.

  Chapter 28

  Hunter

  I pulled the truck in front of the garage and threw it in park. Once again, Kelly had taken my plans and turned them on their head. I was out the door of this goddamn town and then, all of a sudden, she shows up on the only road that was going to let me leave. She was just sitting there, looking more fuckable than ever, waiting for me.

  You’ve got some shit luck, pal. Might as well roll with it.

  This girl was like a hangover I couldn’t shake. She kept showing up just when I thought I kicked her to the curb, and she brought with her this sick fucking need I had to keep her around. It made no sense. I never let a chick get to me. They didn’t get to me. I loved pussy as much as the next guy, maybe more, definitely more, but this was something else. With Kelly, I had this compulsion to make sure she was all right. More than that, I had a need to know that she was mine to have. I had no problem walking out her door earlier and leaving her there, broken, but I knew I was the one who did it and I could put her back together again. When I saw her sitting there in that fucking busted heap she called a car, I needed to make it right. I never thought I had any fucking morals to speak of, but with her, I knew she wouldn’t be okay until I helped her.

  And I needed her to be okay.

  My head was fucking spinning and I knew it wasn’t just the Jack Daniels I had been pouring down my throat since I left her that afternoon. No amount of whiskey was taking away the thought of her or the desire I had to rush back to her and put her back together, to make her understand that she was mine. I had been fighting it from the moment I saw her, and it was time to stop. She wanted me around, she needed me around, and she was going to learn just what a fucking mistake that was soon enough. I was going to ruin this girl’s fucking life and she was practically begging me to do it. Did I really want to drag her into this fucked up existence that was my world? Was it already too late? Was she already in too deep?

  Yes. She was. And there wasn’t a fucking thing either of us could do about it.

  I made the decision and now we both just had to fucking deal with it. Whatever that meant.

  I was drunk as fuck and couldn’t think about any of that shit right now. It was time to get this fucking car running and get out to that farm with Deacon. She would still be here when I came back around. Whenever the fuck that was.

  Fuck, Hunter. Maybe this whiskey is clouding your head a little more than you thought. Straighten yourself out, asshole.

  I lit up a cigarette and turned to Kelly.

  “Go in through the back and slide open the door, would you? I’ll get that piece of shit running and then be on my way.”

  “Please,” she whispered from the seat next to me. “Open this door, please. You called me by my name and now you can use some manners instead of barking orders at me.”

  The fuck did you just say to me?

  There was something so infuriating about her. It was enough to make me want to kick her out of the car and drive off without her.

  I took a drag of my cigarette and turned around quickly so my face was close to hers, close enough that she had to look into my eyes. She could practically taste the whiskey on my breath, and had to take in the smoke as I exhaled through my nose.

  “You fucking listen here, sweetheart, because I’m only going to say this once. Just because I fucked that sweet little pussy earlier doesn’t mean you get to run that pretty mouth. Just because I stopped two fucks from grabbing you at the diner, and pulled your ass off the street tonight, doesn’t mean I won’t kick you out of this fucking truck and leave you sitting on the ground. I did it once and I’ll fucking do it again. You fucking know it. So, when I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. Are we fucking clear?”

  Her eyes were wide and she was breathing heavily.

  I took my hand and ran it down her cheek to her chin and grabbed it tight. She gasped and I could see her tits moving up and down with every nervous breath she took. My eyes moved from hers, down to her legs, and up her body until I met her stare again. Why was I being such a jerk to her? She was right. She deserved to be spoken to with respect. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Fuck, she was a goddamn angel from God and I knew it. Something passed between us at that moment. I sighed.

  “Now, pretty fucking please. Get out of this truck and open that fucking door.”

  I let go of her face and she moved back against the door, reaching for the handle, but never looking away from me. She got out and walked quickly around the back of the shop.

  “The back door is wide open, darling. I kicked it in earlier for you. Go on in.”

  I leaned back and slowly smoked my cigarette, letting the smoke fill my lungs, and then breathed it out, filling the inside of the truck. This girl was mine. She was my girl and I’d be goddamned if I let anyone else think otherwise, especially her.

  I saw the lights come on and watched as Kelly slid open the door and stood to the side as I pulled the truck and her shit car into the garage.

  She looked terrified. Maybe because she knew I could destroy her if I wanted to. I stared at her as I drove the truck by and she stared right back. She was licking her lips and her chest was heaving.

  She wanted me.

  She wanted everything I was.

  What the fuck?

  Even as she found out more and more about what an animal I was, even as she saw the kind of pig I had become over the years of abuse and violence, she still just wanted me. It made no fucking sense.

  The more I broke her, the stronger she got. She begged me for more without even letting a word out of those wet, pouty lips. The more I tried to leave, the harder I treated her, the deeper she got pulled in. The deeper she got pulled in, the more I needed to have her. It was like we were both drawn to each other’s brand of crazy.

  Kelly shut the door behind me and walked by my window so I could see her whole voluptuous body move past, swaying from side to side and making my cock rise. I almost thought she’d intended to do that to me. She walked to the water cooler and poured herself a glass, taking it down in three big gulps.

  Was this bitch trying to seduce me? Was she trying to play me? Oh, hell no.

  I stepped out of the truck and slammed the door, making her jump and drop the glass. It shattered on the floor and spread out in every direction.

  “Clean it up,” I said, calmly and firmly. “I’ll get started on this car.”

  Kelly paused and looked at me, a million thoughts flashing through her pretty little head. What was she going to do? Was she going to challenge me? Was she going to stand up to fucking me?

  No.

  She grabbed the broom and started to sweep up the mess.

  I lowered the car and popped the hood.

  Neither of us said a fucking word.

  Chapter 29

  Kelly

  As I stood sweeping up the broken glass, I kept raising my head to look toward Hunter. He had his back to me and every muscle in it moved as he worked on my car. Every now and then, he would emerge from under the hood and push the hair out of his face or take a drink from the whiskey bottle he had brought from the truck and now kept on the work table next to him. I had seen people drink a lot before, but never like this. He didn’t seem to get drunk. He never stumbled or got clumsy, just worked away and acted like I wasn’t even in the room. In a word, he was an infuriating pig.

  I finished cleaning up the mess I had made and set the broom and dustpan in the corner. I heard a loud grunt from behind me and turned to see Hunter pulling the battery out of the car. He blew the stray hair from his eyes and let the battery drop on the table next to him. He wiped his hands on a towel that now hung from his waist and moved to a shelving unit across the room.

  “How’s it going over the
re? Anything I can do to help?”

  He just looked over at me and laughed to himself.

  “No, darling. Just sit tight and don’t break anything else.”

  Part of me felt like an idiot, some helpless lady sitting there while the man did all the work. At the same time, I liked the feeling. I liked having a man like that fix my broken car. I watched Hunter move across the room with various parts and tools, watched him working beneath the hood and coming up every now and then for a drink and to wipe the sweat from his forehead. I had no idea what he was doing, but I knew it was fine. He’d clean his grease covered hands on the towel and then go back to it. I just stood there and took in his every movement, every grunt he let out as he went about his work in silence.

  He was trying to be a jerk to me, and all I was thinking was that it was nice to be taken care of by a man for once in my life.

  After about fifteen minutes, he slammed the hood, turned around, and sat back on it.

  “You’re all good to go, sweetheart,” he said as he took out a cigarette from his nearly empty pack. He seemed to either always have a bottle or a cigarette in his hands.

  I watched his lips purse when he took in the smoke as he brought the flame close to his face, making it glisten in the sweat that covered him.

  He pulled the fire away and breathed out a thick cloud that hung in the air before it slowly disappeared.

  “You drink and smoke more than anyone I’ve ever seen. Aren’t you worried about the damage you’re doing?”

  He let out a loud laugh. It was the first time I had heard something like that from him. I wasn’t even sure he was capable of light-hearted emotion. Everything about him was so intense, so primal. This was the first time I had broken through that. It felt good, even if it was unintentional.

  “No, Kelly. I’m not worried. There’s nothing a bottle or smoke can do to me that’s any worse than what’s already been done.”

  He wasn’t bragging and he didn’t sound upset. He just said it, matter of fact, and took another drag of his cigarette. It was the closest I had come to finding out just who this man was and I wanted more.

  Who are you? How did you get here? Why me?

  “Hunter, what are you talking about?”

  He stood up and walked over to the sink, letting water run over his hands and take whatever last bits of grime clung to them down the drain.

  “Nothing, sweetheart. I’m fucking drunk. Talking shit. Don’t worry about it.”

  He may have been drunk, in fact, there was no way he couldn’t be, but he wasn’t lying. He had only been in my life since that morning, but one thing I knew more than anything was that he didn’t lie. Everything about him was pure and honest. The anger, the strength, the desire. He didn’t make excuses or try and be anything other than what he was. When he did speak, he meant it.

  “Hunter. Who are you? Why are you here?”

  He turned off the tap and walked back over to the hood of my car, grabbing the whiskey bottle on the way. When he looked up at me, he paused and stared like he was going to finally open up to me. He was about to tell me just who this mysterious stranger was and what he wanted. Then his eyes broke away and he took a pull from the bottle.

  “I told you this morning, Kelly. I’m from up east, it was time to go, now I’m here and I work on cars. That’s it.”

  That wasn’t it. It was like he forgot that I saw him almost kill two men today, or that he’d taken me back to my house and set it on fire with both of us in it. Didn’t he know I could see who he really was every time his deep, blue eyes locked onto mine?

  There was power and there was pain, and whether he liked it or not, he had pulled me into both. I didn’t have a choice and now I wanted to go further. I wanted to see all of him. Who he was, really.

  I slowly walked toward him and his eyes met mine. He didn’t move, just sat on the hood and kept alternating between whiskey and smoke.

  I could feel my heart rate rise and had the sensation that I was being pulled toward him and pushed away at the same time. I wanted to stop moving, but I couldn’t.

  When I finally stood in front of him, my gaze instinctively went to the floor. I was standing in between his legs and wanted nothing more than to climb on top of him and feel his body against mine.

  “Well. Hello there, darling.”

  He spoke like he had known I would come to him all along, and he had just been waiting for me to give in.

  I put my hand on his knee and ran it over his thigh. I could feel his cock getting hard down the inside of his leg, but kept my hand running up his colossal body. I moved my fingers over every groove in his stomach and finally stopped to place my hand, palm down, on his rock hard chest. I looked up and saw his eyes staring back down at me. I felt weak. I closed and opened my hand over his shirt and could feel his slow and steady heartbeat. My breathing was deep yet calm. His arms stayed at his side except when he lifted a cigarette or bottle to his lips. I don’t know how much time passed and I didn’t care. Being there, so close to him, with my hands on him, it was like a part of me that had been empty all my life was at last being filled. Now, if he would only take me in his arms. I wanted to feel his hands squeeze me and pull me close to him. I wanted to feel his mouth on mine. I wanted to gasp as he put all of himself inside of me. I wanted all his power and all his pain.

  “Hunter,” I let out the words soft and painfully. “Who are you?”

  He blew out the last drag of his cigarette before bringing his hand up and running his fingers along my jaw and tucking the hair behind my ear.

  “You sure you want to know, sweetheart?”

  I could feel myself starting to breathe harder and faster as he grabbed the back of my head and crashed his lips into mine, pulling me close, and holding me like he would never let me go.

  Chapter 30

  Hunter

  You are mine. You are fucking mine and I will fucking die before I ever let you think otherwise.

  I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my mouth onto hers. She was moving frantically and I had to wrap my other arm around her waist to hold her in place. My cock was growing against her and I knew she could feel it as she pressed her body up to mine and moaned into my mouth. I moved both my hands down to her perfectly round ass and squeezed as I pulled her body close. She slid her hands to the back of my head and kept breathing deeper every time she opened her lips to mine. I held her tighter and then lifted her onto my lap so I could feel her pussy rubbing against my rock hard cock. She started to move up and down my shaft and sighed louder each time.

  I stood up and lifted her with me, feeling her legs wrap around my waist and her soft tits press against my chest. I ran my hands across her ass and down the backs of her thighs, gripping them tight and pushing myself onto her.

  “Goddamn it, Kelly. I have to get these fucking shorts off you now. Right fucking now.”

  I turned around and slammed her body down on the hood of the car and broke our lips apart.

  She stared up at me, running her tongue across her lips, and started to undo the buttons of her shorts. I pushed her hands out of the way and pinned them above her head as she let out a soft whimper. I brought my lips down on hers again. I opened her mouth with my tongue and felt hers slip through my lips.

  I let go of her arms, brought my hands down to her waist, and pulled her shorts off, throwing them somewhere over my shoulder.

  There she was. That wet pussy I had been dreaming about since I walked out of her kitchen that afternoon.

  I wanted to shove my face between her legs and taste the sweet juices that were starting to seep out of her. I wanted to run my tongue over her thighs and between her folds, opening her up for my cock.

  But I didn’t.

  I wanted to see her and I wanted her to see me. Completely.

  I took two steps back and just stood there, looking at her. She looked up in a frenzy, trying to figure out why I had stopped and whether I would keep going.

  “Hunter?” she s
aid, tentatively.

  “Shut up, Kelly, and take off your shirt.”

  As she reached down and slowly pulled her tank top over her head, I did the same. Her tits rose with the shirt and then bounced back into place perfectly.

  “Oh my God, Kelly. You’re fucking beautiful.”

  There she was, sitting on the hood of the car, completely naked, legs spread, just waiting for me.

  “Hunter, please,” she moaned out as she lay back and ran her hands through her hair.

  She was so ready for me. She wanted this as much as I did. What she wanted with a guy like me, I’ll never know. She was too good for me.

  “Touch your pussy,” I said, my voice a low growl.

  She looked up with a confused look on her face. She wanted my fucking cock. I was going to give it to her, but not before she absolutely knew that she needed it. I wanted her to know that she would always need it.

  “I said, touch your pussy. Open yourself up. I want to see you try and get yourself off and beg me for my fucking cock.”

  Her beautiful green eyes stared back at me as she moved her right hand to her mouth and wet two fingers. Then, she reached between her legs and opened herself up, slowly rubbing her clit, never taking her eyes off me. She moaned softly as she obeyed my command and waited for me to give her what she needed.

  I kicked off my boots, pulled my coveralls off, and stepped out of them. My cock was aching, it was so hard. It pointed right at her like it knew what it was getting.