Page 43 of Jealous Lumberjack

“Say it,” I rasp, gripping her ass, holding her still so I can pound the most sublime pussy in the world. “Tell me what you want.”

Her voice breaks into the open air, shameless and loud. “I want you to fuck me, Bear. I want another inch.”

The words detonate in my chest.

I look down, and there’s still four inches left. I slam in, revel in her shrillest scream and the lurch of pain across her face. I stop long enough to tangle our tongues, to receive her scratch and desperate slap for using her like this.

Then I go again, burying another brutal inch, and she screams as I finally split her open completely. Her nails sink into my back, her teeth graze my shoulder, and I lose myself, fucking her against the rock until neither of us can breathe.

Her climax rips through her first, her body clenching so tight it drags me over the edge. I roar her name into the sky as I spill inside her, filling her so deep I know she’ll be leaking my seed for days.

When it’s over, I hold her close, my forehead pressed to hers, our chests heaving. “You did so good, petal. So fucking good.”

“Yes,” she whispers, all sultry power and cum-drunk. “I took my Bear.”

Something far too incredible to name surges fast and high in my chest.

The mountain air is sharp and clean, but she’s sweeter.

I’ve never let anyone see this place. Never wanted to share it.

But now it’s hers.

8

LILY

The smell of frying meat drags me out of sleep.

My body aches in ways I didn’t think possible, a reminder of yesterday’s madness, but the cabin is warm, the blankets heavy, and for a moment I let myself sink into it.

Then I hear him over the scrape of the skillet, the deep rumble of his voice muttering at himself, like a bear in his woods.

Bear.

The name I gave him hums in my chest. It’s mine now, and I can’t think of him as anything else.

But... wait, I still don’t even know his real name. And very little else besides that.

He’s dazed me with hot sex and sexy wood chopping, and I’ve fallen into a sex-trance around him.

It’s been five days. Am I really going to let the days trickle away with no clear idea of what happens next?

Why not? Where and who do you have to return to?

I shake my head at the taunting that sounds alarmingly like Brandon’s voice, slip out of bed, and pad down the hall. He doesn’t notice me at first, big shoulders hunched as he stirs thepan. On the table sits a jar of water, coffee, bread, butter already waiting.

He’s set out a plate for me next to his.

Careful. Thoughtful.Caring. My heart lurches.

This near stranger is caring for me, pampering me in ways I’ve never experienced. With Brandon, I was the one waiting on him hand and foot, day and night. Scared he’d leave me.

But I can’t let myself soften. I want out of this cabin. Off this mountain eventually.

Don’t I?

I stop myself from announcing my presence just yet.