Page 7 of Rescued By the Lumberjack

Grayson

Thunder shakes the walls of my cabin as rain trickles down each window. Through the silence of the cabin, the sound of howls flow through the trees. Hard to tell if they’re from animals or the wind.

Inside my cabin, the fire cackles peacefully.

I’ve always been content with my simple life in this cabin. Always busying my hands with whatever needs done inside or outside of my home, I never find myself bored. If I’m not working, I read. When the weather isn’t bad, I enjoy nature. There’s usually always something to do around here.

Never have I had company like this. Daisy visits, but she never lingers. I don’t know how to provide entertainment. Nor do I know how to act right.

After leaving not a single bite of my soup behind, Piper’s stretched out on my couch. I try to stare ahead, but my eyes keep finding her creamy thighs.

Long as a nightgown, my ass. It keeps riding up, showing off the edge of those boxers I gave her. Each shift of her body does nothing but allow my shirt to ride up. She never bothers to fix it, and I can’t help but wonder if shewantsme to discover what she has between her legs.

I’m not a wicked man. I’m respectful. But, fuck, do I want to make the job easier by unbuttoning the shirt and seeing what she’s teasing me with.

I’ve distanced myself from society for too long. I struggle to manage my thoughts and my body as I ought to. My cock is betraying me, firming up against my thigh.

Despite having showered right after our meal, using the short period to get my hunger out of my system, I’m right back to the way I was before I stroked my cock to the thought of her.

Piper lets out another one of those little sighs as she stretches out. Her toes brush my thigh, and once again, I’m staring at her legs.

I need to put some distance away from her. That would do the trick.

Easier said than done.

Even when I close my eyes, my imagination moves against me. Hell, it’s probably more dangerous to think. I can easily imagine her laying next to me with nothing covering up her curves.

“I’ve got cards,” I offer up, hardly recognizing my voice. It sounds like my tongue doesn’t know how to function. “If you’re bored.”

Shaking her head, she rolls onto her back to look at me, giving me another inch. “I’m fine.”

I need something else to get out of my head then. A distraction.

“You never said why you were on the mountain.” Hoping conversation will do the trick, my words come out tight.

Something tells me she wasn’t hoping to find a vacant cabin. She’s not much of a hiker, so I doubt this is a hobby. Piper came here for a specific reason, and if I’m lucky, that reason can be repeated.

I want to know if I can meet this woman again during different circumstances. Not while she’s a damsel in distress and in need of help.

Her brows come together as she tears her eyes away. “Someone suggested hiking to help clear my mind. I’ve been upset the last few months, and this was supposed to help get me over this bump.”

Her friend, right. She mentioned it before.

“Relationship drama,” she continues, frowning for what feels like the first time since she’s been with me.

Fuck. I didn’t even consider if this woman was available or not. How can she be? If she’s in town, then every man would be smart to try to call her his. She might not have a ring on her finger, but surely, she has to be on the track for one.

“Your boyfriend or husband let you come up here all alone?” Not only am I jealous, but I’m seething. I’d give the man a good shake for letting her get hurt by her lonesome.

“Ex-boyfriend,” she corrects before shaking her head. “He’s not even in town anymore. After I kicked him out, he went back to his hometown.”

So, someone was lucky enough to have her, but stupid enough to let her go?

My anger hardly settles down. Just simmers down like a boil.

Piper, looking like she needs to get more off her chest, moves to sit up.

“He hooked up with another chick, terrible, isn’t it?” She stares up at the ceiling with a shake of her head, trying to sound uncaring. However, even I can see she’s playing a part.“He found someone more appealing, prettier. I don’t think I was enough.”

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