Lumber Jacked(11)

“Where do you think you’re going, Ms. Jackson?” he asked. His face could have been carved from stone and I had no idea if he was angry, hurt, or just being a dick.

I bounced off his chest, straightened, and glared at him to cover for my flushed face. He wore low-slung jeans and nothing else, which meant his Grecian skin glowed in the Alaskan sun. I felt like a slob in comparison, shoved into still-damp clothes and squishy boots. This was the worst walk of shame. Ever.

“Where did you come from?” I spit out. Brilliant comeback, Anna. I stepped around him to peer at my plane. I forgot about Jack for a moment as the full extent of the storm’s wrath became clear in the morning sun. The right floater was badly dented, so bad that my poor baby lilted to the side, barely staying afloat. Shit. There was no way in hell I could take off or land on the water with the floater looking like that. Jack cleared his throat and I resumed glaring at him.

“My bed, which is where you were until five minutes ago.” He stared at me, daring me to say… what? “Which is where you should be right now.”

“I can’t stay here, Jack.” I didn’t have the time or patience to explain things to him. He was too dangerous. He was like my personal kryptonite and if I stayed here with him, if he asked, I would stay. In Alaska. Here. Living in nowhere.

“Well, you aren’t going anywhere right now. It appears you nearly tore off one of your floaters when you ass-planted the plane last night,” he said when he turned to look at my plane. “Wonder what else you shook loose.”

My heart sped up a bit at the thought of my close call last night. I knew I was lucky, that it could have been much worse, but it also embarrassed the hell out of me when I remembered that Jack had watched me ‘ass-plant’ the plane, as he put it. That only made me angry and defensive. I’d survived. Every landing was a good landing, right?

“Could you land a floatplane in a massive storm? Or fly a plane at all, City Boy? No? Didn’t think so,” I snapped and bit down my desire to kick him in the crotch, but then I remembered what he’d been able to do with that crotch.

I pushed him out of the way to inspect the damage further and groaned.

Jack peered curiously around me to look at the floater. “I’m not a pilot, but that looks a little messed up.” He said it innocently enough but it picked at my last thread.

“You think, Jack? No, I can’t fly, or land a floatplane without my floats! I have to call in another pilot to deliver the part. I’m stuck here until then.”

“I can think of some things we can do to pass the time.”

I couldn’t help but notice that the low cut of his jeans gave me a sneak peek of the curve of his ass, the dimples on his lower back. The scratches up and down his golden skin. Marks I put there.

“And you look good enough to eat wearing my shirt.”

Sex. On. A Stick. He was deadly. Irresistible. And I was wearing his shirt, the warmth and scent of him teasing my senses in the slight morning breeze.

“No.” I shook my head. “No, no, no. No. This was supposed to be one night. That’s it.”

He shrugged, the corner of his mouth tipping up. “I can drive you into town to see if the mercantile has a spare. Chances are pretty good. Or you can call it in. Either way, this—” He waved his hand between us. “—is more than just one night, princess. Just ask your pussy. She knows.”

I nearly burst out laughing, but the urge was barely conquered by outrage. I didn’t know what he meant by the more than one night comment and I stood there, shocked into silence as I watched him walk down the dock and up the path into the woods.

I followed, knowing standing on the dock was a complete waste of time. One night. One. Then why did my nipples tighten at the idea of one more? I tried to forget the feel of his whiskers against my breast last night. Or the way he stilled when he came for the third time, his jaw clenched and eyes closed tightly. How he had made me laugh when he flipped me over to sit on top of him, cowgirl style. Or the way we had smiled at each other afterwards and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Nope. Definitely not thinking about any of that.





Chapter Five





Jack





The drive into town was tense, to say the least. I wanted to spank Anna’s ass for trying to sneak away. What the fuck was that all about? We had a great night together and she wanted to leave without even a goodbye?

As I gripped the steering wheel, my thoughts trailed back to the night before, to my three massive, mind-blowing orgasms. I lost count with hers, and I didn’t even try to suppress the primitive and very macho sense of satisfaction that filled me knowing I’d worked her body like a master, made her come over and over until she was putty in my hands, until she gave me everything. She fit me perfectly. We were good together and that surprised the shit out of me.