Page 4 of Lumberjack Bride
“That’s right.”
“So, let me get this straight. I’d be entitled to half of your business assets?”
He pauses. “Well...”
“And I’d be a partial owner of L Jack Industries?” I ask with excitement. “Fifty-percent. That’s equal, right?”
“Hold on.”
“And I’d finally have some decent damn health insurance.”
He squints at me. “Hazel.”
“Sure,” I say, grinning. “I’ll do it. Let’s get married.”
“I’m having some second thoughts,” he says.
“Too late. Already said yes. Can’t back out now.”
He picks me up and I yelp with laughter as he sets me down on the washer. “Hazel, will you marry me?” he asks again.
“Yes,” I answer.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the ring I left behind. I present my finger and he slides it down my knuckles. A perfect fit. I admire the shimmering stone nestled snug along the golden band, feeling a little foolish that I ran so quickly away from it in the first place.
“I love you,” he says.
“I love you, too. Oh — almost forgot.” I twist around and push the knob to start the machine. It turns on, vibrating softly beneath me. “Laundry,” I say.
He grins as he leans in to kiss me. “Definitely wife material now...”
I grip his flannel shirt and yank it upward as his hands travel beneath my blouse. The little hairs of his beard scratch at my chin as he kisses me, always bringing back warm and happy memories of our first nights together at his cabin. Storm raging outside. Candles lit in every dark corner. Pearl’s little, beady eyes following our every move.
I pull his belt loose as he steps back to slide my jeans down to my ankles, panties and all. I spread my legs wide as I draw him back toward me and he settles between them. He cups my face and kisses me again, softly laughing to himself. I laugh with him. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s just the absurd places my mind goes under panic and stress. Or maybe it’s the washer’s soft vibrations teasing my core. Maybe both, honestly.
I flick open the last few buttons on his shirt and let my hands roam his soft, hair-covered chest. He slinks even closer until I feel his begging erection pressing along my thigh. I want so badly to feel him inch inside but he doesn’t give me what I want yet. He raises my shirt and draws it over my head. The fabric tickles my back as he pulls it upward, striking a subtle pleasure along my spine.
Leo drops the shirt to the floor and gazes at my body, his eyes just as full of lust and greed as the first time he saw it. One hand travels from my waist to my exposed breast, all the way up my neck to finally rest on my cheek. He kisses me again, this time slowly, his breath heated but completely in control, while I quiver in his grip. His other hand takes hold of his shaft and he guides it between my open, dripping folds in front of him.
He exhales hard as he thrusts inside. I bite my lip as pleasure grows and I rest my arms on his shoulders to embrace him against me. He crushes our mouths with a hard and deep kiss as his hips do the work and his fingers hook beneath my trembling knees.
I moan into his open lips and he replies with a sudden, deep groan. His pace quickens with his breath, his cock churning in and out of me. I grip him harder as the heat between us rises and the washer starts spinning.
Again, we laugh, overwhelmed by passionate need. His lips drop to my exposed neck. He licks and nips at me as I roll my head back.
I open my eyes and my attentions instantly pull toward Pearl sitting and staring at us from the open doorway.
“Pearl...” I wave a hand. “Shoo.”
She doesn’t move.
Leo pauses his thrust and looks over his shoulder at her. “Pearl... go away and you’ll get extra special Christmas treats from Santa tonight.”
She rushes off down the hall back to the living room.
I bury my face in his shoulder and laugh. “Where are my extra special Christmas treats?” I ask.
Leo winks. “Oh, I’ll show you,” he says as he easily scoops me up into his arms.
I close my eyes and I hold on tight as laughter rips me apart.
I’m getting married to this man.
I’ll hold onto him for the rest of my life.