Lumberjack Weekend(Divine Creek Ranch 21)(33)

She scrunched up her nose and poked Josh in the chest. “You must leave. You—you tree-hurting, bad…people! Stop hurting my forest, or I will call down hordes of forest trolls and other…nasty things on you. Be gone!”

She jammed the mangled wreath on her head, as if she was the boss, and turned to hightail her fluffy ass outta there. As she fled, her shriek turned into a giggle. A chase-me, chase-me sort of giggle.

Damn it, I wish I had a bra!



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Josh snagged her by a strap on the rough backpack and reeled her back in against his chest.

She struggled as he slipped the pack from her shoulders and dropped it on the ground. He had to admit, at least to himself, the chase and capture had been more exciting than he’d expected. Now his captured quarry—no—their captured quarry fought against him, rubbing her gorgeous round ass against his groin, getting him hard.

“Let me go!” She stomped his work boot and howled. “Ow! Are you wearing steel toes or something? Let me go.” She glared at the other men and then looked up at him, uncertainty in her eyes. Now he understood Joseph’s purpose.

Lucas chuckled as he reached out and caressed her flushed cheek. “You’d better be still, little nymph. If you wiggle loose again, whoever catches you keeps you. And lumberjacks are out in the woods for weeks on end and can be a horny bunch. They’d fuck you until you couldn’t walk.” His caress moved down her throat to her cleavage, and he dipped into the stretchy neckline of the dress and lifted her breast out to stroke her beaded nipple.

She gasped and looked down and then back at the other men, as if she’d remembered she was practically nude. She ceased churning her legs, and he almost cringed when he heard her knees slam together.

The first lumberjack approached and grinned. “Share with us. We won’t harm her…at least not permanently. I want to put her over my lap and beat on her ass for stealing my pack with all my tools in it. Then I want to spank her ass some more just because it looked so cute bouncing as she ran earlier. It’d pinken nicely under my hand.” He put his fists on his hips and puffed out his chest.

Josh nodded, pretending to consider it. “I wouldn’t blame you. She hid my tools last week. You wouldn’t bruise her too badly?”

Violet gawked at him and then looked at Lucas. “You wouldn’t dare! You better not! I’ll never speak to you again—I mean—what the fuck do I mean? Y-you let him touch me and I’ll-I’ll burn down your stupid lumberjack cabins built from my trees, and then you’ll have to leave!”

Josh said, “After you set the forest you love so much on fire? I think not. Try again.”

Violet caught her breath as if she was about to speak and then thought better of it and clammed up. “You’ll be sorry.”

Lucas reached into her bodice, lifted the other breast from its transparent confines, and pinched the nipple, making her squeak. “Says the squirmy little nymph who finds herself captured. I think you’ll be sorrier if we let them have you…once we’re done with you. Brother, we’ve all been out here a long time. Maybe we should share with them.”

Violet gyrated in his hold, making his dick tingle ferociously. “No! No! No! Please! I’m sorry! I’ll show you where I’ve hidden all of your tools!” Her lip pooched out, but arousal dilated her eyes. “Only please don’t chop down my forest. Don’t chop down my home-tree, pleeease?”

Lucas chuckled as he continued teasing her nipple, making her squeak. “Now that’s very convincing begging, little sprite. Did any of you note she didn’t say anything about not spanking or fucking her?” She also hadn’t used her safe word, he’d noticed.

“Please don’t give me to them. My sister nymphs have bad reputations as little bimbos, but that’s not me, I swear. Please?” She was breathing hard, and Josh was almost shocked by how much he enjoyed her begging as she wrapped her hands around his bicep and looked up at him, those whiskey-brown eyes of her pleading, her lush lips flushed and red.

She licked her lower lip, and he took her mouth, glorying in the way she gave in to him, her plush lips parting to the assault of his tongue. He heard a soft growl from one of the other men, tightened his arms around her, and rumbled back before sucking her lower lip and then tugging on it with his teeth. Her essence of flowers, mixed with the fragrance of vanilla and peaches, filled his head, and he wanted to carry her away and make love to her, but Lucas stood there wanting her just as much, and they had to finish the scene first.

How would she feel if the men hung around as they made love her on the rustic outdoor bed situated nearby? She had her safe word if she needed it.