Page 9 of Swooned By the Lumberjack

I turn my head and lightly bite her inner thigh, then bite harder until she spreads her legs for me again. I lick over the mark I’m sure I left. I climb over her as I shuck my pants, shoes, and socks.

Ellie backs up on the bed, watching me. She strokes my neck and welcomes my kiss. I pull her tighter against me and line us up. I’ll have more patience during round two. Right now my need has burned away everything but the urge to have her right now however I can.

“Are you on the pill?” I ask as the head of my cock brushes her entrance.

“Yes, please. Please,” she begs. “Please, Wade, I want-”

“Take it,” I order.

I thrust into her, then grip her thigh, holding it up even as she arches back. I fill her entirely. She’s perfect, gloves me in a way that makes my eyes roll back. I massage the back of her neck, waiting for her to look at me again.

Our eyes meet and I nod. I draw back almost all the way, then thrust back inside her. She grips my shoulders and lifts her hips, welcoming me deeper.

“Fuck, Ellie. Just like that, baby. My good girl,” I praise.

She kisses me until she can’t, then she just surrenders. Ellie welcomes my mouth over her tits. I want to mark them, leave hickeys all over her so she’s obviously mine. I settle for making her moan. I rub her clit, fuck her hard and fast, slow and deep, every way I can think of until I lift her ass and balance her on my knees. I wrap her thighs around me and take her the way we both need.

“Be loud for me. Take it all. Be greedy. I’ll take care of you, baby. I’ll give you everything you need,” I promise.

She grips my arms as she comes apart again. Her pussy tightens around me so hard that I don’t have a hope of lasting or pulling out. I grind deeper into her and come, savoring my release. I press my face to her throat, panting, and can hear her pulse thundering in my ear as a pleasant bliss fills my head.

“You make me greedy,” She whispers in my ear. “I’m not sure you can fix it like this.”

“I won’t know until I try,” I tease, smiling as I turn her chin to face me and kiss her. “I’ll have to spend more time trying.”

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In the morning, I’m not sure what to do. Eleanor snuck to her own room late last night on shaky legs and after plenty of lingering kisses. If anything, she’s deeper under my skin. Iwanted to believe it was just lust hiding as love, but ... but I’m annoyed she’s not in my bed, wrapped around me as the sun turns the sky pink.

She belongs with me, in my arms. We ended up talking for hours last night, laughing, catching up, just existing together between our first and third round of sex. Even when we were both exhausted, I wanted more of her. Just her presence.

But as the sun rises higher and I get to work, the guilt starts to settle in. My best friend has no idea what I just did with his daughter. We came together to celebrate his wedding, he trusted me to be alone with her and I can’t help but feel that I abused that trust.

The push and pull continues over the next few days. I don’t want to hurt Eleanor. I can’t. Not when she gives me those secretive, warm smiles that melt me every time. But I can’t hurt my best friend either. Eleanor seems to sense the tension. Whenever her dad or Clair are around, she blushes and keeps her distance, though it feels more like confusion than anything else.

It’s stupid that it takes me three whole days to realize she’s doing it for me. I notice her brows furrow when I avoid breakfast with her and her father, and I catch her chewing her bottom lip, kicking her feet in the pool, lost in thought for a moment before she finally gets in.

But when her father goes inside or away, she always finds a reason to be near me. I’m not sure what to do with myself anymore. I’m losing my mind, trying to keep my distance, until I finally give in and do the tux fitting with Dan.

He watches me put my suspenders in place and clears his throat. “I’ve noticed you and Eleanor getting closer.”

I stiffen. Our eyes meet in the mirror. He rubs at his jaw, obviously hiding his smile. He loves pulling a fast one on me. “I won’t pretend that I don’t know.”

“Dan,” I start.

“She’s an adult, Wade… she will always be my princess, but she’s grown up enough to decide who to love. As long as she’s happy, I’m happy,” he assures me, placing his hand on my shoulder. “And I am quite sure you might explode if you keep trying to avoid her.”

“I’m not ... I don’t want to cause problems,” I revise at the end.

“I can’t imagine a better man for my daughter. She’s been over the moon for you ... for far too long. She is allowed to make her own choices, and she obviously has. Be good to her,” he says. “And don’t do suspenders.”

A boulder rolls off my chest. I can’t deny it—I love her. Three weeks of spending time with her, fighting myself because I wanted to respect the boundaries I set for myself. But now, it’s time to respect my heart and claim her the way I’ve been aching to.

Chapter 9 - Eleanor

My father’s getting married tomorrow. Clair is thrilled with everything. Every single detail has been accounted for. Even my dress is perfect, but I can’t pull my mind from Wade. He hasn’t been cold, not really. Just confusing.

I know I want him. I feel it in every beat of my heart, whether he’s around or not. We’ve managed a few conversations where he doesn’t back away from my flirting, but he gets this guilty look in his eyes whenever my father is around. I know he wants me. I was sure of it after the night we shared together. He opened up about some of his thoughts, told me about a future he has in mind, told me plenty about his past, but never about his feelings.

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