Page 85 of Jealous Lumberjack

The bark is rough against my spine and his cock still pulses inside me, reminding me it’s there. That it owns every inch of me.

My thighs are trembling, my breath stuttering, and yet a wild, feral triumph swells in my chest.

I did it.

I took all of him.

Every inch of my Bear.

His forehead is still pressed to mine, sweat dripping, chest heaving like he’s run a war. His huge hands cradle me even as they cage me and keep me pinned to the tree as if the forest itself might try to steal me away.

“You’re mine,” he rasps, still inside me, voice shredded raw. “Every damn inch of you, petal.”

“And you’re mine,” I whisper back, stroking his jaw, reveling in the scratch of his beard against my palm. The thought bursts out before I can stop it. “I’m sorry. I thought I knew what you needed. Thought dragging you down the mountain, making you face people would do you good. But I was wrong.”

His eyes flare, chest rising sharp as he struggles to breathe.

“You don’t need them,” I murmur, tears pricking my lashes. “You don’t need anyone. You’re great, magnificent the way you are. Exactly the way you are.”

He drops his forehead back against mine with a ragged groan. “Fuck. Petal. You make me… need to…fuck…”

He can’t find the words and I don’t need them.

I feel it in the way he fucks me again. Right there.

In the dirt, against the tree, like the forest is our cathedral and my body is the altar. His thrusts are savage, but his mouth… his mouth kisses me like I’m his lifeline. Like every inhale and exhale depends on me letting him have this, have me.

Satisfying every filthy, primal fantasy I hid even from myself.

His lips break from mine just long enough for him to pant into my ear, “No more people. Just us. Forever.”

My whole body quakes, pleasure and terror tangled in my chest.

Because I want it. God, I want it so bad.

“Just us,” I whisper back, blissful, shaking, clinging.

But the final word sticks in my throat. I can’t promise forever. Not yet.

He comes with a roar, shoving me deeper into the tree, claiming me all over again while the forest soaks up our cries. And I come too, dizzy and dazed and more his than I’ve ever been.

When it’s over, the silence feels heavy. Sated, but muted. The world has shifted. My heart has shifted.

He pulls out slowly, groaning low as thick globs of cum drip from where we were so magnificently joined. Then he tucks me against his chest like I’m fragile, ruined,precious. Like he didn’t just pump me full of monster cock and cum.

The truck is waiting where we left it, doors open, headlights still catching on the trees. He sets me in carefully, like I’ll break if he’s rough.

But his jaw is tight, eyes shadowed, and I know what’s going on behind them. He heard my words. Worse, theabsenceof the one I didn’t say.

Forever.

The rest of the drive is quiet, the mountain welcoming us back without ceremony. I rest my head against the window, listening to the rumble of the engine, watching the trees blur into darkness.

Every bump jolts me, every shift of his hand on the wheel reminds me he’s here, he’s mine.

And still the silence stretches, thick and unfinished.

By the time he pulls into the clearing, I’m raw and shaky all over again. He cuts the engine, then turns to me. The look in his eyes nearly steals my breath.