Lumber Jacked(15)

She blushed furiously and refused to meet my eyes. She fiddled with her silverware and she bit her lip, all while she kept her head down. “I have to be able to do all that because I’m on my own now. Do I want to do it all? Yes, but just so that I know I can. Do I want to do it all by myself forever?” She shook her head. “No, I don’t.”

What was she saying? She wanted someone to take care of her? She wanted me to take care of her?

“What made you…change your mind last night?” she asked timidly, which shocked me. Anna? Timid?

“I thought you were going to die, crash your plane into the ice cold lake. I don’t know what happened, Anna, you just woke me up. I’ve been asleep at the wheel for a while now, and something about you made me change.” She lifted her gaze and her eyes were soft and round. This conversation was getting way to heavy for caribou hot dogs. “Besides, I realized that I’d be rather upset if you died before I got to see the perfect tits you’re always trying to hide beneath those long-sleeved shirts.”

Anna gasped, pulled her straw from her drink, and threw it directly in my face. She giggled mercilessly as I leapt from my side of the booth and dragged her out of her own. She stopped giggling and softened against me.

“Well, Mr. Simms,” Anna’s sultry voice echoed in my ear. “I do believe we have a few days until my parts come in. We might as well go back to your place make the most of it.”

“Let’s get those caribou dogs to go.”

I barely remembered the drive home. All I could think about was making the most of it.





Chapter Six





Anna





When we got back to the cabin, we barely made it inside before our clothes were ripped off and our lips locked in pure lust. For two days straight, Jack and I took full advantage of my circumstances. If there was some other part of the cabin to have sex in, Jack didn’t know about it. He fucked me against the cold wood-paneled walls, against the shiny oak floors, bent over his sleek granite counters in the kitchen. At one point on the second day, we attempted to crawl to the bedroom, but made it only to the plush rug in the hallway. We even did it in various positions I didn’t recall in the Kama Sutra. Bent over the chaise lounge in his master bedroom, laid across the beautiful stone bench in the shower, straddled on top of him on the desk in his study, on the swing that overlooked the water. I was worn ragged but always starved for more.

The entire time, I was in a state of constant ecstasy, one orgasm spilled into the next. We stopped only for food, and even that became it’s own kind of fun.

Jack whispered in my ear throughout our sex marathon and he worshipped me with his hands. He told me I was beautiful, that I drove him crazy. He paid attention to my body in ways that I hadn’t known existed, and he claimed parts of me no one else had. His attentions and affections told me he felt it, too. Whatever it was, it made both of us crazed for each other. I felt like an addict. I couldn’t get enough, and as soon as he was done with me, I wanted more.

We had a connection. I felt it each time our lips met, as yet another orgasm slammed into me.

By the end of the second day, we took it slow, the edge finally worn off. Jack’s hands reached for my ass as he moved his dick in and out, in and out, just as another orgasm rippled down my spine. He held my legs spread apart while I splayed across the sheets and he dripped sweat down his glorious, tan chest. He was worn down, too, but neither of us stopped. Neither of us wanted to.

His jaw was tense and all of his muscles strained as he held back his orgasm… for me. “I’m going to make you come two more times, princess, then it’s my turn,” he bit out, barely audible over the moans of ecstasy I shed.

That totally worked for me.

Jack placed the pad of his thumb on my clit and, immediately soaked with my desire, rubbed circles around the already-sensitive bundle. As if my body couldn’t handle more, my back arched and Jack’s mouth settled over my breasts. He licked my nipples and bit down just as he smacked my clit roughly. The shockwaves went from my sex to my nipples and back down again as the orgasm came from somewhere in my core.

Jack’s assailing thumb and mouth didn’t stop, though, and the tension from the last orgasm barely subsided before it turned into yet another one. As the friction from his cock and hand became unbearable, he whispered, “Scream for me, baby.”

And I did.



I woke up sometime later, alone. I was still dazed from my orgasms and the sound Jack made as he finally came. It was territorial, guttural, and somehow vulnerable. Like I undid him.

Oh no, you don’t, my rational brain shouted at me. Now is not the time to fall for someone. Now is the time to leave Alaska, remember? I didn’t bother to tell my rational self I already fell for him; I knew it.