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Authors: Penny Watson

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His eyes closed, then opened again to find her staring at his face.

“Thank you,” she whispered. She had a sweet, stunned expression that was completely unexpected. “You are a beautiful man, Marcus Anderson. Thank you for this.”

And then she leaned over and took him in her mouth.

For the first time in her life, Ami had a naked work of masculine art in front of her, and quite frankly, the view was astounding. Marcus Anderson towered over her like a Greek freakin’ God. Muscles rippled on his arms. His chest looked solid as a rock, rough with dark hair that sneaked down his belly to his groin. She wasn’t sure, but he appeared to have a twelve-pack of abdominal muscle. Was that even possible? His legs were strong and fit. And the evidence of his arousal was beautiful, big, and full of promise.

Marcus Anderson was a giant bearded lumberjack dream-come-true.

She had never enjoyed giving oral sex like this. Not only did he smell good and feel good, he was softly stroking her hair as she sucked him. And staring at her with the most intense expression she had ever seen. She groaned as her tongue flicked over the head of his erection. His knees buckled.

“Ami, you gotta slow down. I’m…” he closed his eyes briefly and shook his head. “I’m too close. It’s been a really long time.”

She pulled back and gazed up into his face. “I don’t mind. Really. You taste delicious. Does this feel good?” She bent her head toward him, but he grabbed her face gently in his huge hands and stopped her.

“Hold on a second, sweetheart. There’s something wrong with this picture.”

She quirked a brow at him as his cock bobbed just inches away from her face. “Yeah, what’s that? This picture looks pretty darned good to me.”

Marcus laughed. “I’m naked, and you’re not.” He leaned down and pulled her sweater over her head. Ami smiled as his face grew slack. After impressing her own self with over-priced demi-cup black lace bras for the last year, it was nice to see a man appreciate the view. Dan wouldn’t have noticed if she had been dancing naked on her head. His eyes would be glued to the Red Sox game, even during a blow job.

“Jesus, Ami. Look at you.” His rough fingers traced the lacy cups over her breasts, and she shivered. “Jeans. Off. Now.”

Score another hit for politically incorrect Neanderthal bossiness. It was turning her on. She shimmied off her blue jeans and boots as Mr. Lumberjack licked his lips.

“Uh, Ami.” He swallowed and shot her a sheepish look. “Any chance you can put the boots back on?”

She giggled. “You got a thing about my boots, big boy?”

“Uh huh. I wanna feel those heels digging into my back when I pound you.”

Oh my God
! No one, absolutely no one, had ever talked about pounding her before. She couldn’t wait.

She stood up and tossed her hair over one shoulder, then bent down to retrieve the boots. Marcus eyed her bottom. She zipped up both boots, taking her sweet old time, while he panted behind her.

“How’s this?” She spun around slowly, giving him a nice show. A life-time of doing outdoor landscaping work had graced her with a toned, fit body, still curvy in all the right places. No one had ever appreciated it all that much until now. Marcus looked ready to weep.

“You look like a damned playboy bunny. All that’s missing are the ears.”

She ran her hands over the ridged muscle of his chest, dragging her nails through the dark hair. “You look Paul Bunyan on steroids. The sexiest Paul Bunyan I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Marcus slid his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. The second their bare skin touched, chest to chest, they both groaned. “You don’t mind the Paul Bunyan look? My ex-girlfriend wanted me to wax.” He nuzzled her neck and started to suck on the skin.

“Don’t you dare wax. You look magnificent.” She rubbed her face back and forth over his chest, purring like a kitten. “I’ve never been with someone like you before.” She reached up to stroke his beard. “I like the feel of your arms around me,” she whispered.

He tightened his hold on her. “I’m gonna have to apologize in advance,” Marcus uttered as he gently pushed her onto the bed. She leaned back on her elbows and bent her legs, letting them fall open to give him a naughty view. His eyes darted to her boots, then his gaze wandered up her long legs, past her lacy panties and push-up bra, all the way to her eyes.

“Why do you need to apologize?”

“Cause this is gonna be fast. Sorry.” His breath was already labored and he caged her in with his massive arms. She trembled as he lowered himself on top of her. Big, solid, sexy man, rubbing all over her body. Her hips lifted off the bed, bringing that huge hard part of him in direct contact with her sweet spot. She needed to lose the panties.

As though he could read her mind, Marcus reached down between them and ripped her underwear off. Her mouth fell open.

“If you’d asked me nicely, I would have taken them off, buster! Those were Natori panties!”

“Too late. I’ll buy you another pair.” He closed his eyes as his shaft slid over her wet skin. “Are you on the pill? Or do I need a condom?”

She swiveled her hips a bit, working his length over her clit. Stars sparkled in her vision. “Pill. No STDs. Clean. You?”

He panted out the answer. “Clean. No STDs. Celibate for a long, long time.” The massive head of his cock pushed slightly inside of her.

“Oh, God, just do it, man. Pound me!”

And then Marcus Anderson smiled down at her like a man who just won the lottery. All teeth, like a hungry wolf. He thrust forward and then Ami really did see stars. She screamed to the heavens until her entire body quaked with joy, until Mr. Mountain Man roared and filled her.

The last sane thought in her head was
finally
.

Lumberjack In Love

 

 

Violet streaks of light shimmered in the skyline above the trees. It was approximately six o’clock in the morning. Neither Marcus nor his sexy companion had enjoyed more than an hour of consecutive sleep all night long. Nights like this had only existed in his deepest fantasies. Rolling around on his bed with a woman who was totally uninhibited, passionate, and adorable. He loved that she kept slinging zingers his way, he loved how she wavered between confident and vulnerable, he loved the feel of her soft skin all over his body. Damn it, he was hard again. He wondered if she was sore after their night of non-stop sexcapades, or if she could go another round.

He was spooning her, his arms wrapped around her waist, just brushing the undersides of her gorgeous breasts. They were perfect, full and bouncy, topped with incredibly sensitive nipples that he’d enjoyed playing with all night long. He placed gentle kisses on the back of her neck as his hands wandered over her skin, cupping her breasts, sliding along her belly to brush her pubic hair. She moaned softly and wiggled her ass against him.

“Oh my God, you’re like the Energizer Bunny. Don’t you ever sleep?”

She opened her legs to allow him easier access, and he smiled to himself.

“Sleep is for pussies. I have the sexiest woman in Vermont in my bed. I have better things to do.” He pulled away from her and she rolled over onto her back with her eyes still closed. Marcus leaned down and kissed her lips. “Are you gonna sleep through this, flatlander?”

“I think I’m dreaming. Paul Bunyan is rocking my world. This is the best dream ever. Don’t think I want to wake up yet.” She arched her back and stretched. Marcus rubbed his face over her taut belly, right over a patch of freckles. Ami’s hands reached for his head and she stroked his hair. He loved the feel of her sweet, soft hands on his body.

“Hmm…I totally dig your beard rubbing all over me. That feels wicked.” She lifted her head and opened her eyes, staring at him as he continued to nuzzle her abdomen. She glanced at his bed-side stand and gasped.

“Shit! Is it already 6:04? I gotta go!”

Marcus’s head was rudely pushed away from the patch of freckles as Ami scrambled off the bed. She snatched one black boot from his headboard and her shredded panties from the floor.

“Ami, it’s six in the morning. What the hell are you doing?” He debated getting out of bed and wrestling her back under the blankets.

“Today is Natty’s school play. She’s the ladybug. She has four spots. I
have
to be there. They leave for school at 7:15. Oh my God!”

Grumbling, Marcus got out of bed and pulled on his jeans. “Don’t you have time for a shower?” He’d been looking forward to that. He’d been looking forward to a lot of things. Visions of Ami wet and shivery in the shower. Visions of Ami bent over the dining room table. On the sheep-skin rug in front of the fireplace. Straddling him on the porch outside. There was no end to his fantasies.

Ami hooked her bra and stared at him like he was insane. “Are you crazy? I have an hour to get home, showered, dressed, do my hair and make-up, and get ready for Natalie’s theatrical debut. This morning is all about her, not me. I don’t want to steal her thunder.” She pulled the sweater over her head and sighed. “I was sort of looking forward to a shower together, too. But anyway, this is just as well. One-night-stands must come to an end at some point. At least we managed to pack in a full night.” She blushed, and then pinned her hair up with a clip. “Where is my purse?”

Marcus leaned back against the bed post and smiled. Strands of golden hair bobbed around Ami’s face as she searched for her handbag. “One-night-stand, huh?” He rubbed his beard and chuckled. “Uh, I don’t think so, Miss Jordan.” He pulled her purse out from under a chair and tossed it to her. She caught it in mid-air.

“What do you mean…
I don’t think so
.”

He cleared his throat. “Last night was off-the-charts incredible. Astronomically good.” He shot her his wolfish smile. “And we’re gonna do that again. And again.”

She laughed nervously. “It was good sex. That’s all. And I don’t live here. And you don’t like flatlanders. So…that’s that.”

Marcus could barely restrain himself. He had half a mind to push her up against the wall and squeeze in another quickie before she had to leave. No way in holy hell was this a one-night-stand.

She marched up to him. “I need a ride back to my sister’s place. Could you please hurry and get ready?”

He cupped Ami’s face and watched her eyes fill with uncertainty. “I don’t want you to miss Natalie’s show. I’ll take you back right now. But this isn’t over. And it sure as hell isn’t a one-night-stand. I don’t care if you live in Timbuktu. Something phenomenal happened last night and it’s going to happen again. Mark my words.” He turned away from her and grabbed a T-shirt from his dresser, then slid on his boots. When he glanced back, Ami was standing in the same spot.
Good, let her stew about it for a while.

“Why four spots?” he asked.

“One for Rachel, one for Doug, one for herself, and one for me. Her family.” She looked down at the floor. “I have to go now.”

He nodded and grabbed her hand. “Okay. Let’s go. When will you be back at Rachel’s?”

As they walked through the living room, Henry trotted along side of them, snorting.

“Um. Not sure. Probably late morning.”

She scratched Henry behind the ears. He grunted and toppled over. Ami laughed and peered up at Marcus. Her smile dazzled him.

“Looks like Henry is in love. He appreciates it when a beautiful woman pays him some attention.”

Ami bit her lip but remained silent.

Once they got into his truck, he leaned over to buckle her up, and she let him. He kissed her softly and stroked the side of her face. “I’ll see you at lunch time, okay?”

Ami shook her head. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

Marcus kissed her again. “It’s a great idea. You’ll get used to it.” He put the truck into gear and headed down into the valley. He was going to worm his way into Ami’s life one way or another. She had no idea how stubborn he could be when he wanted something. And he wanted something.

Her.

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