Page 13 of Lumberjack DADDY (Yes, Daddy #55)

EMERY

O ver the next few weeks, Eli and I spend every waking moment together.

I was supposed to have gone home a couple of weeks ago, but there’s nothing waiting for me back there.

It feels like everything I want—everything I need—is here.

It’s a strange feeling to have. I’ve not known Eli long at all, and yet at the same time, I feel like I’ve known him forever.

There’s just something about him that feels natural. That feels right.

The more I get to know about him, the more I want to know.

He’s had such a fascinating and sometimes heartbreaking life, and though he’s a tough nut to crack, the fact that he’s opened up to me the way he has makes me feel special in ways I never have before.

I know he doesn’t share those parts of his life with anybody, so the fact that he chooses to share them with me means a lot.

It means the world to me, actually.

After my last relationship, I felt cold inside.

I felt parts of my heart shutting down for fear of repeating that terribly abusive experience.

I was content to be alone and focus on myself.

On my art. I was content to be alone so I could heal.

But Eli opened a door in me that I had been trying to keep locked.

More than that, he opened some new ones.

Doors inside of me I never knew existed.

Every moment I spend with Eli is amazing.

And he makes me see the world—and myself—in ways I never considered before.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

I look up, and a smile crosses my face as Eli comes through the door.

He’s been out all day running errands, so I’ve been relaxing and unwinding.

We had to meet with Sheriff Tucker earlier today to give follow-up statements and talk to the prosecutors about Travis.

It was tense, and I hated having to see him again, but I got through it.

I said what I had to say, and hopefully, Travis is going to go away for a while.

This isn’t his first time stalking somebody, as I’ve learned.

“Just unwinding,” I say.

“I’m proud of you.”

“For what?”

“For being so firm and tough when we were in with Travis and the prosecutors today.”

I shake my head. “I didn’t feel tough.”

“But you were. You stared him down and said your piece. You didn’t let him get under your skin,” he says. “That’s plenty tough.”

He drops onto the sofa beside me and puts a large, callused hand on my knee.

Almost immediately, my body starts to tingle and my heart speeds up.

It’s crazy to me that just the merest glance or lightest touch evokes such a physical reaction from me.

My body is just drawn to him in ways I can’t explain.

“Thank you,” I say.

“I’m proud of you,” he says again.

I rest my head on his shoulder and put my hand over his.

We sit in silence for a couple of minutes as I soak in his energy.

His presence. My stomach begins to churn, though, and I feel the flames burning between my legs.

I turn my face up to him and slide my hand behind his neck, then pull him down into a soft and tender kiss.

His velvet-soft tongue circles my mouth, and his fingertips trail down my shin, then back up to my knee.

My panties are already soaked, and my heart is beating a staccato rhythm in my chest. I pull back and look into his deep, dark eyes and feel myself quiver.

Biting my bottom lip, a sultry smile painting my lips, I straddle his lap, then lean down and kiss him.

I grind myself against him, moaning as I feel his dick thickening beneath me.

Eli slides his hands up the back of my sundress, cupping and squeezing my ass.

I kiss his neck, gently nipping at his skin as he pulls my panties down.

He teases my tight little ass with his fingertip, circling and slipping it in as I grind myself against his long, thick shaft.

He slides his other hand between my legs and strums my clit with his fingers, sending lightning bolts of sensation crackling through me.

Eli presses his mouth to mine, swallowing my moan as he plays with my tight little holes.

It’s so dirty that I can’t help but love it.

My desire overtakes me, and I push him down on the sofa.

Pulling my panties off, I kneel, my legs on either side of his head, then lower myself down on his face.

He laps at my center eagerly. I’m dripping wet, and I grind myself against his face, gripping his hair and yanking it hard.

He grunts but drives his tongue into my pussy.

And when he slides his finger into my ass, I cry out.

My body is taut and rigid as he uses his mouth and fingers on me, slipping and sliding in and out of my holes.

Goosebumps cover my flesh, and my heart races as my breath grows ragged.

I throw my head back and moan his name as he continues pleasuring me.

He sinks his finger even deeper into me as he grazes my clit with his teeth, then takes it between his lips and sucks on it.

Sitting atop his face, I writhe, my muscles growing tighter as he works his mouth and finger harder and faster, wracking my body with a myriad of sensations.

Eli gets me to the pinnacle in record time. My stomach clenches, and a long, stuttering cry bursts from my mouth. I come hard, yanking his hair wildly as I ride his face. He grunts beneath me, pumping his finger deeper into my ass while he buries his tongue as deep inside of me as he can.

“Fuck, Daddy,” I cry. “Yes. Yes. Oh God, yes.”

My orgasm is intense and leaves my legs weak and rubbery.

As it begins to ebb, though, Eli scoops me up and flips me onto my back.

He climbs on top of me, bracing himself on his arms above me, his dark gaze locked onto mine.

I’m still breathing hard, my body still tingling.

But the way my juices glisten on his face only turns me on more, and I pull him down into a kiss, relishing the taste of myself on his tongue.

Before I can say anything, Eli has his cock out and pressed hard against my opening.

His tongue swirls around mine as he slips himself into me.

A warbling moan drifts from my mouth as he sinks his cock deep into my pussy.

I gasp as he fills me up, grimacing at the pinch of pain, then sighing contentedly as the wave of contentment washes over me.

“Fuck, yes,” I gasp. “Fuck yes, Daddy.”

He seems to like it when I call him that.

I always feel his cock get even harder and see a glint of lust flash through his eyes.

Eli starts to move within me, and I tremble at the feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of my slippery, tight pussy.

His eyes burn with an intensity that steals my breath, and I raise my hips to meet his thrusts, taking him even deeper into me.

Our movements, though passionate, are slower.

Gentler. Our bodies slide together in a sensual rhythm rather than the frantic rutting we both enjoy.

His movements are slow and measured, and he never takes his eyes off mine.

Every stroke sends me to new heights of pleasure I never knew existed as I shake wildly beneath him.

As the pressure inside me builds, I grip his arms, digging my nails into his skin as I grit my teeth, trying to hold off the inevitable.

But he rolls his hips sinuously, and it touches off an explosion in me.

Pressing my head back into the couch, I cry out his name as I shake wildly.

I throb and pulse around his cock, so deep inside of me, and dig my nails into his skin.

He presses himself into me harder, sliding as deep as he can, and my eyes widen.

My cry turns into a high-pitched, stuttering wail, and I thrust my hips upward.

Eli groans, and his cock swells inside of me.

The veins in his neck stand out, and his teeth are gritted as a sultry moan squeezes out between them.

He explodes deep inside of me, filling me with his warm seed.

Eli collapses on top of me, his mouth crashing into mine as we kiss, both of us trembling, both of us breathless.

He rolls off and pulls me to him. I lay my head on his chest and smile as I listen to the steady thump of his heart.

I feel his spunk inside of me, warm and thick, and it makes me feel like he’s marked me and claimed me.

And it makes me feel something I’ve never felt before—truly cared for.

We lay in silence, and he rakes his fingers through my hair.

I don’t need to look at him to know he’s smiling.

I can feel it. I can feel the warmth and the depth of his feelings for me.

It’s almost overwhelming. And I can honestly say those feelings are returned.

It’s just so amazing that not even a few short weeks ago, I was reading a letter to him, my landlord, telling me no parties, no loud music, and no fun, and now we’re lying in a warm, thick pool of our affection for each other.

Exhausted and wrung out from our passion.

It's amazing to me that I had been ready to shut off this part of myself. To deny. To hide from the world. To hide from love and affection. And to learn to live alone. Learn to be comfortable in my own skin, without anybody. But if there’s one thing Eli has taught me, it’s that I don’t have to settle for one or the other.

I can learn to be comfortable in my own skin while enjoying affection and love at the same time. They are not mutually exclusive.

Eli has taught me that it’s okay to open myself up again. And I think it’s a lesson I’ve taught him as well. I never would have thought it possible all those weeks ago when I was rolling my eyes at his list of rules. Thinking back on it now, it makes me laugh.

“What is it?” he asks.

“I was just thinking about the list of rules you tacked to my door.”

“We’ve come a long way since then,” he says.

“We really have.”

“The rules still apply, though. No parties.”

I slap him playfully on the chest and he laughs, a deep rumbling sound that washes across my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“Emery?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

His words catch me off guard. They surprise me. And yet, at the same time, they don’t. Probably because it’s a thought that’s been echoing around my own heart. I smile and bite my bottom lip as I intertwine my fingers with his.

“And I love you too,” I say and truly mean it.