Page 15 of Rescued By the Lumberjack

“Don’t hold back,” I whisper, “I can take it.”

Big words from a first timer, I’m sure. However, he takes them to heart.

Our bodies meet in a blur, and soon, staying quiet is no longer an option. My nails dig into his neck as I use him for support. Panting against his lips, I try to keep up with the demand of his tongue.

So close to coming undone, I groan as he pulls out. Before I have the time to complain, I gasp as he flips me onto my stomach. Cheek brushing his bed, I breathe in the earthy scent clinging to the sheets and my head spins.

Even the way this guy smells is a turn on.

His jaw grazes my spine as he works his way back up. Once I’m on my hands and knees, he slides right back inside. The new angle makes him press against different nerves. Like I’ve got a row of green buttons inside of me, he pushes them all, resulting in the whimper that leaves my lips.

As he cradles my hips with his hands, our bodies meet in a rush. Like he’s abandoned any thought that isn’t revolving around seeking our release, he thrusts faster, chasing whatever makes me moan the loudest.

He does a fine job with filling his room with my cries. If he had neighbors, they’d complain. However, it’s just us and the surrounding trees. No disturbances to interrupt us.

Clutching the sheets beneath us, I look over my shoulder to see if he’s in as rough of a shape as I am.

With flushed cheeks and a glazed look, I can see that he’s enjoying himself. He even smirks again for me, making me melt even more from the inside out.

My arms wobble as the bubbling pleasure grows too big. Rocking alongside him, I gasp as my walls instantly clamp around him. As he groans, he doesn’t slow down to put out the fire. Rather, he makes me seestars. Leaving me in a daze, his bed creaks as he chases after his own orgasm.

Pulling me back against his cock, we both moan as an unfamiliar heat overcomes my senses. Feeling every twitch and jerk of his cock as he coats my insides with each spurt of his release, another shiver leaves my body twitching.

We both fight to catch our breaths before he pulls out, leaving me empty. Before I can groan, he’s rolling me back onto my back. Once he’s pressed against me, chin tucked into the crook of my neck, he hugs me like he’s afraid I’m going to disappear. His sigh against my ear tickles.

“Where in the hell have you been my whole life?” he asks before shaking his head.

“I’m not going anywhere now,” I promise him as I stroke his back. He’s sweaty, we both are. However, he’s so soft on the outside despite those rippling muscles of his. Even if he’s crushing me with his weight, I don’t want to ask him to move. “However, if you’re going to want to do this again, then you’ve got to feed me something. I’mstarving.”

Those poor pancakes are probably freezing by now. Hopefully, the sauce is not ruined.

His front rumbles as this man chuckles. Not only can he smirk, but he can laugh, too. Amazing.

“Do I need to find you clothes?” Lifting, he takes in my state with the same hunger still burning hot.

I realize he’s serious. Does he want me to eat naked?

Automatically thinking of doing this again in the kitchen and not having any clothes in our way makes me shiver.

Shaking my head, his mouth curves, and he drags me off the bed with him. Already knowing he wants to scoop me back up, I imagine him pressing me against the wall once more, this time with his cock involved.

“I seriously need food.” Fighting a grin, I avoid his arms and dip toward the door. With his heavy steps right behind, I can’thelp laughing as I imagine what he’ll do when he gets his hands on me once more.

8

Grayson

Epilogue

I love fishing. Always have. Sitting along a body of water with nothing but peace and quiet is nothing more a man can ask for.

Most of the time, I stare at the water and get so lost in my head that waiting for each bite in-between is enjoyable. It’s like meditation, in a sense.

However, ever since my wife insisted on tagging along, everything has changed.

Piper is a distraction. Can’t watch for bites when I’m staring at her. She scares them away with her giggles, but I can’t help but make her laugh.

Today, she insisted on packing a lunch and turning my attempt to catch us food into a cute little picnic.

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