Page 83 of Jealous Lumberjack

Men looked at her while women looked at me like I’m the monster they’ve always imagined.

And Lily, my sweet flower, caught in the middle.

No. Enough of that fucking shit.

I need her back in my arms.

Where she belongs.

I pour on more speed, the ground pounding beneath me, the trees ripping past like matchsticks. I see her, reach out, and she fucking darts left, quick as the rabbit I first named her.

“You’re asking for it, petal,” I grunt.

She giggles and astonishingly, she puts on more speed. “Catch me if you can, Bear!”

I can.

I will.

Because she’s everything.

So, I surge and I catch her.

My chest crashes into her back and she shrieks, the sound breaking into laughter and gasps all at once as I lift her off her feet.

Spin her.

Her spine hits the rough bark of a pine right before my arm cages her in place, my breath storming hot against her cheek.

Her eyes are bright and wild and so fucking beautiful I want to weep and howl. When they meet mine and her lips part, trembling, I feel every bone in my body weaken.

“Thought you could outrun me?” I rasp, low and rough, my body pressing her down into the tree. “On my own fucking mountain?”

Her chest rises fast, breath hitching, arousal sparking between us.

“Maybe…” she gasps, tilting her chin. “Or maybe I wanted to be caught.”

A hot and guttural growl rumbles up my throat. I press harder, my frame dwarfing hers and cage her completely, no hope of escape.

“Then you get what you wanted.”

Maybe I wantedto be caught.

Her words detonate inside me.

I snarl and crush my mouth to hers, all teeth and tongue and desperate hunger. Her little gasp feeds my soul, the nails clawing at my shoulders riling me up good.

I’m gone, stripped of restraint or reason… just the feral beast who’s been clawing at my ribcage since the second she landed in my snare.

I shove her higher against the tree, bark scraping her back through the thin cotton of her dress. My palms bracket her thighs, force them open, and she wraps around me like she was made for it. Her heat sears through those cheap white panties, wet already, slick enough that my cock twitches so hard it hurts.

“Mine,” I rasp against her throat, dragging my teeth along that sweet spot until she cries out. “You hear me, petal? Man, woman, child. Not a fucking soul gets to look at you the way I do.”

“Yes, Bear,” she gasps, grinding against the rigid line of me. “Only you.”

I rip her panties aside with a single swipe of my fingers, the fabric giving with a sharp tear. “Eat you later, baby. Right now, I need inside you. Or I go fucking berserk.”

She nods eagerly and my cock is free in a second, thick and heavy, the head already leaking. I line up, press into her, and she arches with a strangled cry. “Yes! Oh, Bear, yes!”