Page 15 of Protected By the Lumberjack
"I take it you have your memory back?" The sheriff asks me once the room is quiet.
I shake my head side to side, "Not everything, but a lot, yeah."
Erik pulls his hat from his head and runs a hand through graying hair.
"I'm sure you'd like to get back--" he looks up at Carver, standing protectively behind me, and the way my hands cling to his arm where it circles over my chest. "Home?"
He says the word inquisitively, and I nod emphatically.
"We're going to need statements from both of you. There'll be interviews, probably several. This is-- uhh--a lotfor Desperation County. For now, Hawk'll get you two back to the Ridge. You can give your statements to him and I'll be in touch."
Putting his hat back on his head, Sheriff Henderson walks out of the hotel room. I hear him talking into his radio as the elevator door dings.
Hawkins drops us off back at Carver's house after listening to me tell as much of my story as I remember during the two hour drive back up to Moonshine Ridge.
"Drop by the office and we'll do the full statement thing when you're ready. Good to have you back, ma'am." He smiles at us and drives off.
"You sure you're okay, Honey-- Evie?" Carver asks as we standing the driveway, watching the deputy's vehicle head back toward the main road.
"Honey," I assure the concerned man beside me. "I'd like to keep Honey."
Carver's hand runs down my back, stopping just above my bottom. There's a hesitancy in his touch, like he's not sure if the woman who came back with most of her memories intact, still remembers loving him.
"I'd like to keep Honey too," he almost whispers,
"Then you should stop fussing over me and take me to bed, Carver."
I stop him at the top of the steps, making a point to move his hand to an inappropriate spot over my ass, and press myself against that broad chest like I can climb him. He bends to meet me half way to grant me the kiss I'm seeking.
"This still the place you want to be? Stuck up on here the mountain? With me?"
Gray flecks shine among the browns and greens in his eyes.
"Forever." I nod "If you still want me?"
The sound rumbling in Carver's chest is deep and nearly feral and then I'm off my feet and being hauled into the expansive house, up the stairs and straight to the master suite that we've been sharing for the last week.
"Of course I still want you, Honey. Whatever your life was before you stumbled into my camp, we'll sort through that-- but nothing's going to change how I feel about you."
He's stripping clothes off of both of, climbing over me in the center of the big bed. Then he takes my hand and pressed it over the hard bulge beneath his boxer briefs, under the open buttons of the jeans I was trying to get off of him.
"How's that feel, baby? Feel enough like I want you to keep you forever?"
Was it really just yesterday since I woke up to this monster cock nudging at my core? It feels like it's been weeks, and my body is starved for his.
It only takes few more seconds till we're both naked. My nerves are buzzing head to toe, my body so primed to work off the tension. Every place where Carver's hands and mouth make contact against my skin has me panting or moaning and my hands slipping over his muscled body, desperately clutching at him while I work to get us aligned.
I'm only focused on feeling Carver's thick cock filling me up, making me whole again.
Carver
Honey winds her limbs around me, her mouth hot against my skin where ever she can reach to kiss me. I want her mouth everywhere, anywhere she wants to put it. And my throbbing cock is all too eager to let her decide where to put that too, but dammit, I need her flavor on my tongue first.
When I slip out of her grasp and move down her body, Honey gives me a disgruntled little noise but she's happy to raise her knees and part those thick thighs for me.
Fuck. She's drenched down here, her pussy practically weeping with need for me.
At the first touch of my tongue to her sex, Honey's hips rise up, demanding more. I'm all too happy to give it to her.
