Page 15 of Saved By the Lumberjack
I circle her clit with my fingers, sweat already dripping from my forehead and running down the crack of Ivy's ass as we race each other for the finish line.
"Come inside me again, Jake. Give me your baby."
That does it. Game over for me. I'm so damn glad to feel Ivy coming undone on my cock because there's not a damn thing I can do at this point to stop myself from giving her what she asked for.
I unleash inside her, pumping jets of cum as deep as I can manage before collapsing on the bed before I fall on the damn floor.
"What are the odds we've actually knocked you up today?" I ask later, when I have Ivy's sleepy body pressed to mine in our bed.
She thinks for a minute.
"Not high," she decides. "But not zero."
"We'll just have to keep trying."
"Sounds good to me."
Tomorrow, we'll swing by the fire station and pick up the stuff they recovered from her camp on our way down to the valley to find her a ring.
Then I'll propose legit and we'll work on catching up to my buddies on the family thing.
Epilogue 1
A Few Weeks Later
Ivy
"No. They were definitely men."
Jake's house was built without a front porch, just a direct walk to the front door with a small overhang to keep snow from building up in front of the door.
It's the only thing I don't like about our home and Jake says it's an easy fix.
One of the perks of being engaged to a small town lumberjack is having an in with the local sawmill. Lumber isn't hard to come by, so Jake's planning a porch extension project that he and his friends will do this fall after the logging season winds down a few weeks from now.
In the meantime, I set up a sitting area on the side of the house where we have a small patch of lawn.
It's a nice place to read or where I can bring my laptop out to work on my next book or, like today, drop a big blanket and sit on the ground with Phoenix and her adorable baby boy.
Phoenix and I easily turned a passing acquaintanceship into a genuine bond once it was clear I'd be staying in Moonshine Ridge.
Six-month-old Michael rolls on the blanket between us, having much more fun watching a chipmunk run up and down the tree trunk than playing with his stuffed bear. He's such a cute and happy baby and every time they come to visit, Jake gets attacked when he gets home.
We set our wedding date for March, hoping for a mild winter so our families can get up the mountain for the event. But for all our trying, we're still not pregnant.
Of course, it's only been a month. Even Jake tells me to be patient.
"No, what I saw was not human." Phoenix brings Michael back to the center of our blanket so he can roll to the edge again.
He's not quite crawling yet, but he's making a good effort at it.
One thing we've talked about a lot is our separate experiences in the Weeping Wilderness. Phoenix had convinced herself she must have seen a bear. One that was standing on its hind legs, curiously watching from behind the trees. It must have been just a trick of the forest's filtered lighting that made it look more canine.
Then the Diaz pack was confirmed to exist just the week after my own scare in those woods. As a result of my ordeal, new evidence was collected and the mysterious wolf pack that local cryptozoologist, Finch Diaz, originally discovered was confirmed.
One little problem is that DNA samples have been inconclusive, and biologists haven't been able to agree on the species of our pack.
Knowing the wolves are real, has made my friend rethink her bear conclusion. Now she's wondering if it could have beena wolf; maybe standing on something to give it the height she's certain was over six feet tall.
