Page 11 of Lumberjack DADDY (Yes, Daddy #55)

EMERY

I wake up the next morning with a smile on my face, feeling pleasantly sore in spots I didn’t know I could be sore in.

But as the memories of last night flash through my mind, my body grows warm and my skin tingles.

Being with Eli was everything I wanted and more.

When I got out of bed, though, my smile faded when I realized I was alone.

I follow the smell of coffee out to the kitchen and find Eli’s note telling me he’s headed into town to “handle the situation.” Just seeing the words on the page brings another smile to my lips.

I’ve never had somebody stand up for me like that before.

Never has somebody put themselves in harm’s way for me.

I don’t know if Travis is dangerous, but he could be.

And the fact that Eli is marching down there to confront him… it means the world to me.

I step onto the porch, leisurely drinking my coffee, and enjoy the peaceful morning, reveling in my memories from last night.

I’m not a prude or anything, but last night was the first time I was with a man.

I didn’t want to tell Eli or make a big deal about it because I’ve heard some guys freak out if you tell them that you’re a virgin.

I didn’t want to ruin the moment or burden Eli with that knowledge.

I hadn’t planned to give my virginity to him.

It just felt right in the moment. In a way it never did with my Ex.

I did a lot with my Ex, but I always drew the line, or he did.

But last night felt different, so I went with it.

And honestly, I’m glad I did. It fulfilled every dream I had, and then some.

As I stand there, Eli’s truck pulls in. He climbs out of his truck and offers me a sheepish grin.

It makes him look boyish and adorable. Perhaps he was thinking about last night, too.

He steps onto the porch and leans against the post beside me.

We’re both silent for a moment, our eyes searching each other’s.

I feel like I should say something, but I don’t know what to say.

“What happened?” I finally manage.

“He didn’t admit to anything, of course,” Eli replies. “But I put him on notice that if I see him around my property again, he was getting an ass full of buckshot. Then I asked Jonah to arrange for somebody else to make my deliveries. I don’t think we’ll be seeing Travis around here again.”

“Thank you,” I tell him earnestly. “It means a lot that you took me seriously. It means everything, actually.”

His smile is soft. “It’s no problem. Really.”

“So… what do you think about going on a hike with me today?”

“A hike, huh?”

“I thought you might know some pretty areas I can take some pictures of.”

He purses his lips and looks away for a moment, then nods. “I think I know of a place or two I can show you.”

We both get dressed, have a little breakfast, then head out.

It’s an exceptionally beautiful day. Warm, but not too warm, and there’s a nice breeze stirring among the trees.

We walk for a couple of hours, and Eli shows me some of the secret spots he’s discovered over the years he’s lived here.

He shows me small clearings, hidden, wildflower-filled meadows, and small game trails.

But when we stop on a bluff overlooking a pristine lake, where the water is so still and crystal clear, it takes my breath away.

“It’s beautiful,” I say.

“Good enough for a picture?”

“Definitely.”

I pull out my camera and explain how I’m framing the shot so the peaks of the mountains are in the background and the fat, fluffy clouds above are reflected in the surface of the lake.

He seems genuinely interested and hangs on my every word.

I snap off a few shots, then hand him my camera and tell him to take a few. He laughs, but does.

“I’m afraid I don’t have the artistic eye that you do,” he says. “I’m better working with my hands. I can build almost anything.”

“These aren’t bad,” I reply, reviewing his shots. “And I couldn’t build a thing if I tried.”

He shrugs. “We all have our talents.”

“That we do.”

I put my camera away as Eli pulls a blanket out of his pack and spreads it on the ground,” he says. “I brought some lunch. Thought it might be nice to enjoy it here. It’s a nice view.”

“Why, that’s quite romantic,” I say.

“That’s a talent I fear I don’t have either.”

“I disagree.”

Eli’s smile puts a stutter in my heart, and when he pulls me to him, crushing me against his big, strong frame, I gasp.

I turn my face up to him, and as I stare into his dark, intense eyes, my breath catches in my throat.

A small grin quirking the corner of his mouth up, Eli leans down and kisses me.

I lean into him as his tongue rolls around mine languidly.

A small groan passes my lips as he plants a line of kisses down my neck, and a wave of goosebumps washes across my skin as his hands slide all over my body.

His cock, long and thick, is pressed to my belly, and I grind myself against it, feeling myself growing slick and warm.

He walks me backward and presses me against the tree behind me.

My head spins and my vision wavers as I’m overcome by desire.

The feeling of being crushed between him and the wide, thick trunk, his tongue in my mouth, and his hard rod pressing into me is almost too much to bear.

I reach down and rub his cock through his jeans, my mouth watering, desperate to feel him inside of me.

His teeth graze my neck, and I moan softly.

“I need you, baby girl,” he says, his voice gruff. “I need to be inside of you.”

His words and the raw desire I hear in his voice get me impossibly wet.

I have never been hotter or slicker than I am right now.

And when he pulls my yoga pants and panties down to my thighs, I shudder.

As the cool breeze tickles my dripping wet sex, a small giggle bursts from my mouth, and a shudder of pleasure runs through my entire body.

“I need you, Daddy,” I whisper. “I need it so bad. Give it to me.”

Eli turns me around, and I put my hands against the trunk of the tree, bracing myself as my body tightens with anticipation.

I hear his belt buckle jingle as he fumbles with it and then the rustle of fabric.

A moment later, he steps behind me and puts his hands over mine, pinning me to the tree.

The head of his cock slides between my slippery lips, and I gasp.

Eli kisses my neck, then bites my shoulder as he thrusts himself deeper into me.

Pain flashes behind my eyes, and I grimace.

He’s so long and thick that having him buried so deep in my virgin-tight pussy still hurts.

He grunts and holds himself inside of me for a moment.

Soon enough, that pinch of pain ebbs, and as my endorphins kick in, I feel swept away on a current of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan. “That feels so good, Daddy.”

“You’re so tight,” he moans softly, his lips brushing my ear.

I shiver and smile as he starts to slide himself into me.

Gripped by unrelenting waves of pleasure, I turn my head up to the azure sky above and watch as the fat, fluffy clouds drift by.

He drives himself into me, piercing my core hard and deep, and I cry out, then clamp my hand over my mouth, eyes wide.

Eli chuckles deeply and pulls my hand away, pinning it to the tree again.

“What if somebody hears?” I gasp.

“I don’t care.”

He pounds himself into me with a raw, primal need that makes me weak in the knees.

Eli keeps me upright, though, and keeps driving his cock into me with a ferocity that steals the breath from my lungs.

I’ve never even dreamt of having sex outside before.

Thanks mostly to the movies I get myself off to, I like it dirty, but sex in public wasn’t on my bucket list. I have to admit, though, the idea of somebody walking up on us, seeing us fucking so wildly, sends an electric thrill rushing through me. I never thought I could be so wet.

Eli’s groans are hoarse and rough, and the friction of his thick cock sliding along my slippery inner walls touches off explosions of intense pleasure inside of me.

He fills me up so completely, it feels like he’s going to split me in half.

Every thrust brings with it a pinch of pain, but it somehow only seems to heighten my pleasure.

He grabs my hair and yanks my head back, drawing a low, lusty moan from my lips.

The sharp crack of our bodies colliding echoes through the trees and rings in my ears like the sweetest music I’ve ever heard.

Eli’s hands slide down to my neck, and as he fucks me hard, he squeezes it.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I surrender to the sensations coursing through me.

“You like that, baby girl?” he grunts.

“Yes, Daddy,” I groan. “Harder. Harder, Daddy.”

I put my hand over his, squeezing it, encouraging him to tighten his grip on my throat. He does, and as he plunges his cock impossibly deep inside of me, I writhe wildly. My stomach drops out, and I feel like I’m free-falling.

“I’m coming, Daddy,” I moan. “You’re making me come so fucking hard.”

“Come for Daddy, baby girl.”

And I do. I shake from head to toe, my cries of ecstasy carrying out over the lake.

Eli’s rhythm stutters, and he releases his hold on my neck, then grabs my shoulders with both hands.

As he does, he thrusts himself deeper than ever.

I feel his cock twitch, then he erupts. Our cries mingle and echo through the woods around us.

I close my eyes, reveling in the feeling of his dick throbbing as he drains himself into me, the sensation of his thick, hot seed filling me up making me quiver.

As he softens, Eli pulls out of me, and a rush of warm fluids spills down the insides of my thighs. I shudder and smile. He leans forward and places a soft kiss on my cheek, his thick beard tickling me, but I lean into him.

“I could get used to this,” I murmur.

He hesitates for a moment, then smiles. “So could I.”