Page 27 of Praise Me: Lumberjack
“Someone you should be very worried about.” Even when Penn projects violence at the director, he kisses my cheek gently. “Someone who makes it so she doesn’t have to.”
My heart topples over, spilling sappy heat into my chest, happiness waking up my limbs and nerve endings and parts of me that have been sleeping since I walked away from the glorious giant of a man.
Before the director can respond, Penn turns on a heel and carries me off the set, not stopping until we’re outside the building and climbing the stairs to my trailer. In a replay of six weeks ago, the door is locked, but this time Penn kicks it wide open, carrying me inside.
“How are you here? Are you…did you just come for a visit, or—”
“Nope. Here to stay, Jenna.”
I squeal, planting kisses all over his face, the life reentering my body like an acceleration of spring. Flowers blooming, birds chirping, the ground thawing.
“How?” I ask. “How? Where is Erin?”
“With her mom, for now. She’s back from her tour and they’re spending some much-needed time together, but she’ll be coming to see us a lot.”
“Oh good,” I whisper, relief and hope swelling in my throat. “Your job?”
“I’m still contracted with the forestry department, but they’re only going to bring me in as foreman on large-scale projects, maybe two or three trips north per year. The rest of the time, I’ll be consulting and doing remote planning.” He settles my bottomdown on my dressing table, dropping his mouth to mine and giving me his tongue so deep, my thighs start to tremble, rattling the dressing table. Oh God, oh God. How did I live without him for a whole six weeks? “But baby,” he says, tipping my chin up with a crooked knuckle. “What’s my most important job?”
“Being my Daddy,” I whisper, my whole body shaking now.
“That’s right.”
He holds intense eye contact with me while I unfasten his belt blindly, clumsily, practically hyperventilating with need. Still looking at him. Not daring to look anywhere but his eyes while I unzip his jeans, fist his cock and stroke it firmly with two hands, letting him hear my worship for him in every gulping inhale, feel it in every luxurious pump of my hands.
“Will you come live with me?” I ask, in between lusty kisses, his hand reaching up beneath my skirt to rip the crotch of my panties in half, making me writhe frantically on the table, arching my back to show him my breasts, my head falling back in an involuntary gesture of the bliss that’s coursing through me. “Please. Live with me. I can’t sleep without you in my bed. I need to be near you. Always.”
“I’m going to live with you. And for you. My life is dedicated to you, Jenna Fairchild.” He presses his sex to mine, and we moan into each other’s mouths as he drives in slowly, slowly, then slams the final few inches, making me scream with the force of my sudden, rippling peak. A peak that has been sitting there for weeks, waiting for Penn to come give it to me. It’s an endless spasm of muscle, an outpouring of pleasure, that twists me in its grip and doesn’t let go, my sex squeezing and squeezing, exuding wetness everywhere.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, rocking into my clenching flesh. “This little girl missed her Daddy real bad, didn’t she?”
“Uh-huh. Especially his come,” I pout, bringing my heels up onto the edge of the desk and watching that visual blow hismind. Enough to have him falling on me in a frenzied rut, the table bashing into the wall of the trailer in time with his drives, his roar of release nearly deafening me, but my lips are curled in a dazed smile the whole time, my eyes rolling back in my head with euphoric glee when he floods me with his hot spurts, his older and bigger body wracked with shudders against mine, his sweat smearing on my breasts, his breath heavy on the crown of my head.
“This is where you belong,” I whisper, licking perspiration off his jaw. “Stay forever, plus one extra day.”
He pulls back and looks me in the eye, drowning me with affection. “Forever and a day, baby.”
EPILOGUE
Penn
Five Years Later
Iwear a lot of hats—and they’re all a damn fine fit.
For one, I’m still a lumberjack. Matter of fact, some time and perspective made it easier to plan for the careful removal of trees, followed by planting to replace the oaks we harvest—and the projects I’ve spearheaded have been successful enough to earn me a promotion to forestry commissioner of California.
Two. I’m a husband to Golden Globe-winning actress, Jenna Fairchild. A job I covet. Prize. A job I can’t believe is mine, even four and a half years since we were married in a private ceremony in the backyard of our house, beneath a gazebo that glowed with lights.
I’m more than her husband, though.
I’m her bodyguard.
I’m her confidant.
I’m her fixer, soother, cuddle partner.
I’m her Daddy.
