Page 5 of Rescued by the Lumberjack (Moonshine Ridge Lumberjacks #1)

Chapter Five

Phoenix

A dam lives in one of the old neighborhoods in town, a block of houses that were renovated to modern places from the bones of cabins originally built in the early nineteen hundreds.

Some contracting company came in and did it years before I'd ever heard of Moonshine Ridge.

So the house I walk into doesn't fit the weathered, board and batten siding on the outside at all.

Inside is all tape and textured walls with double paned glass windows and a kitchen that I can instantly see myself spending hours in, baking breads and pies to keep my man's belly full while he works hard up in the mountains all day with his chainsaws and axes.

So he'd have something good to eat while he's gone, and then I'd make sure he had a reason to look forward to hurrying home afterward too.

Sliding my eyes off the modern appliances and wide counter spaces of his kitchen, I brave an appreciative look at the man who saved me today.

Now that the adrenaline has ebbed and I know I'm safe, my nerves are buzzing from some other kind of anxiety.

Something delicious and exciting that ramps up every time I look at Adam's imposing figure, or get close enough to him to smell his specific scent of pine sawdust, one of those manly deodorant brands with its vague spiciness, dust, and sweat that carries a unique quality that has had my body waking up to new ideas the whole ride down the mountain with him.

The kiss we shared when he hauled me onto to level ground keeps replaying in my brain too, and I'm wondering if I can get another one. One that ends differently, now that we're safe and know each other better.

"Fresh towels in the bathroom for you," Adam tells me as he pokes his head around the frame of a doorway that I assume leads into the bathroom.

His eyes slip over me, head to toe and back up again, lingering on parts of me that respond to his heated gaze.

"I'll grab some spare clothes for you. Everything I've got is probably going to be way too big. "

I swear the man gulps, his throat working in a hard swallow under the long beard with those intense, dark eyes fixed on my hips.

Ordinarily, that much attention on my body would make me self-conscious, but something about the way this man looks at me has me feeling flushed and wondering what else he might enjoy looking at.

"When you're done, I want to take a good look at those wounds. We need to make sure they get treated so nothing gets infected."

His voice is a low, deep hum, when I go to slip past him at the doorway. One more time, he tenderly slides the pad of his thumb along my skin. This time in a soft sweep up my cheekbone on the side that's not scraped, all the way to the little spot right in front of my ear.

The touch sends a thrill skipping all the way down my body.

My nipples hardened and I can feel wetness between my thighs.

I just stand there, transfixed under the weight of his stare.

His eyes are such a deep brown, and standing close to him like this, I can see his pupils are dilated so wide, it makes his eyes look that much darker.

He could kiss me again right now, and I'm hoping he does. It would be so easy for him to unfurl that large hand and wrap his fingers around the back of my head to pull me into him.

Time stops. His hand lingers. I feel myself leaning into his touch and I tip my head up to hopefully make it clear what I'm waiting for.

"I'm just gonna jump in the shower in the other room real quick." Adam snaps out of it before I do, dropping his hand away from my face and stepping back, half turned toward another door just down the hall. "I'll be waiting for you when you're done."

Nodding dumbly, me and all the butterflies in my stomach close ourselves into the guest bathroom, hoping that when he says "waiting" he means naked.

Adam

I shower fast; knocking off the sweat and the forest and the dirt of the day while giving serious thought to rubbing one out to thoughts of Phoenix's curvy little body naked and willing while she stares at me with that same adoring expression she was giving me just a few minutes ago.

Like she wants me as bad as I want her.

Fuck. I shoulda fucking kissed her. Everything about the way she looked at me, the way she pressed into my touch, wasn't just permission, it was begging me to do it.

But we both needed to clean up and as much as I'd like to have put her here with me in the custom shower of my master bath so I could watch the water run over her smooth skin and make sure to clean every crease and curve of her form, I needed to give us both some space.

I was thinking that maybe if I wasn't up against her for two minutes, my thoughts might straighten themselves out and I'd start feeling normal again.

No such damn luck.

By the time I'm toweled off and dressed again, my balls still ache and I'm still sure that Phoenix is the woman I've been waiting on to help me fill this house with kids.

Grabbing the first aid kit from my bathroom cabinet, I adjust my dick, grateful for the support the boxer briefs give behind the loose sweat pants, and head out to the front room to wait on Phoenix.

She comes out of my guest bathroom scrubbed clean, with her black hair tousled and damp, hanging loose past her shoulders, looking like a sweet vision with one of my t-shirts tied in a knot at her waist, pulling tight enough to show off those heavy tits of hers that make my mouth water at the way they move with her steps now that they're freed from the tight bra she had on before.

I gave her a pair of my boxers to go with the shirt. A loose pair in a soft cotton material with tiny pine trees and bears printed on the material that my mother gave me for Christmas a couple years back.

Mom is the last thing on my mind when I see the way Phoenix's round hips and ass fill out those shorts.

"Come over here and lemme take care of you." My voice comes out gruff on what sounds like an order but feels like a plea.

Phoenix lets me position her between my knees, turning her so I can start with her skinned knee. I apply antibiotic ointment and cover the scraped skin with a wide bandage before working my way up her shapely leg, doing my best not to touch her like I want but not doing the best job of it.

My fingers trace up her thigh to the swell of her hip where I know there's more scratches from where her hiking pants were torn.

Those scratches are covered by the boxers now, the soft flannel shorts too tight around her thigh to lift up over her hip, meaning I have to lower them from the waist band.

Hooking a finger into the elastic, I start slowly, giving Phoenix plenty of time to let me know if she's not comfortable with what I'm doing.

The shorts lower an inch, then two, and it's clear that she didn't put her panties back on under the shorts.

My dick surges with need. The silky smoothness of her skin against my rough fingertips, the idea that she's bare beneath the little boxers, the idea that her sweet little pussy is bare against my clothing. Fuck me, man, I might never wash these boxers again.

At this angle, Phoenix is standing between my open thighs while I sit on the edge of my sofa.

I'm about eye-level with her plush ass, and if I move her half a turn, I'd be able to press my nose directly into the little space where her thighs come together and inhale what I know is going to be the sweetest pussy in the world.

Eyes the color of a Caribbean sea stare down at me. Phoenix smiles shyly and her little hand joins mine to guide the shorts further over that full hip.

My fingers splay, moving south and inward, avoiding the angry bruises and the raw skin where she slid down the cliff, till my hand sneaks around her thigh to the space between her legs.

Phoenix moves a foot, widening her stance for me. She leans against my shoulder and lets out the cutest little gasp as my fingers reach her center and find her hot and dripping for me.