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  “Then don't make me wait. Take me out of this agony.”

  I smile at her, unable to contain my motherfucking grin.

  I push open her legs, wanting to reveal her pussy. I want to see what I'm gonna be working with all night.

  “Oh, fuck,” I say, biting my lip.

  “What? Is something wrong with it? No one's ever seen it … or touched it.”

  “Not even you?” I ask looking at her nice, tight mound. “You’ve never touched yourself?”

  “No, I was taught that it was a sin.”

  “Well, honey, tonight you aren't going to hell. You’re going straight to heaven.”

  Her pussy is perfect, neatly trimmed and with folds begging to be parted. Her lips are pink and rosy, the downy hair so soft and fine.

  She arches her back as I keep her knees apart, the vulnerability setting in, but I can tell she has pushed away any fear or hesitation. She wants this bad.

  I use my hands to push open her folds. I see her tight little pussy so wet and lush, like a blossoming flower full of nectar.

  I need to taste her. I lean down to her opening and let my tongue glide over her. Up and down her wet pussy, teasing her. I flick over her opening, knowing that her clit is going to be a motherfucking treat.

  She tastes so sweet, her wetness dripping out as I move my tongue up and down, driving her crazy. My thick tongue fondles her tight slit as I lick her opening, and she moans in pleasure.

  She’s loving this, and I plunge my tongue in her deeper, sucking her clit, licking her lips until she is panting.

  She starts to quiver and I lift my eyes, staring straight at her.

  She screeches in shock, writhing her hips back.

  “Oh, gosh, Jax, this is too much. Something's wrong.” She grabs hold of my head and I see the sudden and unexpected fear in her eyes.

  “Honey, nothing is wrong,” I say, not having any clue what she doesn’t like about this. I know how to work a motherfucking pussy.

  “But it feels like my insides are going to explode.”

  “That's called an orgasm. And, honey, that's just the tip of my tongue. Just wait until my cock fills you up.”

  “That's an orgasm? I didn't think women had those?”

  I try not to laugh at her innocence, at the sheltered way she's grown up. How could I laugh at the woman parting her perfect pussy open wide for me?

  “Orgasms are for everybody, Harper. And they are just as nice to give as to receive.”

  “Just do it then,” she moans, her back arching in desire, as if heat is crawling all over her skin. “I can't wait any longer, Jaxon. I need the release … the orgasm now.”

  I wanted to take it slow, press my hands in her wetness, tongue her nice and good until she squirted her come all over my beard.

  But I won't keep this poor thing in agony any longer. She's like a feral cat in heat.

  I'll fuck her until she can relax.

  Then I will lick her pussy clean.

  HARPER

  His cock enters me.

  It's such a tight squeeze, such an intense pressure as he widens my untouched opening.

  I close my eyes, breathing deeply, trying to get past the pain as his enormous length fills me in a way I've never really understood.

  “My God,” I say, shocked at the way the blasphemous word escape my lips so easily.

  “Oh, honey,” Jax whispers as he leans over me, his tattooed chest hovering above me, his inked arms cradling me.

  It hurts at first as he presses himself in.

  But then it's as if I've died and gone to heaven.

  JAX

  I've had a lot of pussy in my life.

  But nothing like Harper. I don't want to hurt her. She's so tight and narrow. I ease myself in as gently as I can, my hungry cock loving how tight she is.

  But her eyes have sealed shut, as if she's wincing at the pain, and I feel horrible. Like a complete ass.

  Then, she opens her baby blues, completely washed in ecstasy, and any feelings of remorse evaporate.

  She looks so goddamned happy.

  “Jaxon, this is everything.” She smiles, shaking her head, biting her lip—a thousand emotions overcoming her at once.

  “Yeah, it fucking is,” I tell her as I press my hips against her milky flesh.

  “I didn't think—”

  “Don't think,” I say. “Right now, just enjoy.”

  My cock fills her warm pussy and I know I've never had such sweet honey wrapped around me in my fucking life. Her walls press so tight against my rod.

  “You like that, Harp?” I ask, running my hand over her breast, pulling her puckered nipple into my mouth. Sucking on her as she moans in pleasure.

  I realize I haven't kissed her mouth. It's a shock actually—I'd have thought a girl as pure as her would want to make out first, but not Harper.

  She went straight for my hard wood and hasn't let it get far from her sight since. Now I press my trunk in her opening, as wetness seeps out of her folds. I don't even need to touch this girl’s clit to get her off, because as I grind against her, she is coming undone.

  “Jaxon, it's making me crazy, it's making me—” She stops midsentence, but I don’t.

  I fuck her good, moving harder, faster, thrusting into her with the force that she needs. She was begging for a release and I am going to fucking give it to her.

  She moans, she just fucking lets out the most adorable, high-pitched wail as she grabs hold of my back, staring at me headlong.

  “Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” she cries as an orgasm erupts through her. Her body shakes, she tries to catch her breath.

  I see a tear escape her gorgeous icicle eyes, but there is nothing sharp about Harper. Nothing cold. She is a pool of water and I want to swim in her again. And again. And again.

  “Don't thank me,” I tell her, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

  She doesn't answer with words; she just takes hold of my face and presses her lips to mine.

  Her soft tongue tenderly explores my mouth. I can't help but grab her ass and the base of her neck, and roll her over so she is straddling me. I cradle her in my arms, loving how small and delicate her frame is, unclothed, unburdened. She fits perfectly.

  I devour her mouth, inhaling her skin that smells of flowers and milk. Skin that tastes like honey. She kisses me hard and with passion, wrapping her legs around me. We kiss until our lips our swollen, our mouths numb.

  I thought the fuck we just shared was memorable—but this kiss is everything.

  Chapter Six

  HARPER

  I thought we would fuck all night.

  But after I offer Jaxon my virginity, we kiss until I can't stay awake any longer. He tenderly pulls a blanket over me, lying me back down on the bearskin rug.

  I fall asleep next to the fire, warmth trailing my skin, on every surface Jaxon touched.

  I'm exhausted, but also wondering how in the world this will be enough.

  How will I walk away from Jaxon in the morning when he still hasn't nuzzled his bearded face in my pussy, hasn't licked me like he said he would?

  When I haven't had him enter my body in ways I can only now imagine. From behind. With me on top. Against a wall. In a shower. My mind dances with the no longer forbidden ideas of what sex might feel like in those places.

  I don't know how one time with him will be enough.

  I fall asleep, his dog Jameson curled up near me. I hear Jaxon step up the ladder to the loft, and I fall asleep.

  * * *

  A dog is barking. Someone pounds on a door. Someone runs across the hardwood floor.

  I open my eyes. The blanket is kicked off of me, and I am naked before a dying fire. But with one blink of an eye, I remember last night, and warmth floods my skin.

  “What the fuck?” Jaxon yells as he races for the door, swings it open.

  I roll over to see what the hassle is, reaching for the blanket to cover me. Wishing I’d had time to move before Jaxon swung open
the door.

  Standing in the snow is the last person I expected—or wanted--to see.

  Oh my gosh. I drop behind the coffee table, but I'm no fool. There is no hiding in this one-room cabin.

  “Is there a young woman here?” Luke, my ex-fiancé, asks before scanning the space. When he does, his eyes land on me. His entire face changes. In a flash, he is red with rage. “Harper? What in tarnation are you doing here, like this?” he bellows.

  I swallow, the taste of Jaxon still on my lips.

  “I got lost….” I say, knowing how foolish that sounds. Shame ripples through me, knowing that this is going to get ugly, knowing I’m ruined.

  I've been caught naked in a bad boy's house.

  Chapter Seven

  JAX

  I watch as this man, this fucking stranger, looks at Harper with absolute disgust. His lips are twisted into a snarl as he forces his way through my front door.

  Like hell he is.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, man? Step off!” I push him back. No way in hell is he gonna get close to Harper with eyes full of rage.

  “Did you defile her?” the man asks, his words seething.

  “Defile?” I snort. “What year you living in? Last time I checked, a woman has the right to her own body. And I sure as hell don’t need you storming into my home accusing me of anything.”

  Pushing him back out in the cold, I turn to Harper. The blanket I dropped over her as she fell asleep last night is wrapped around her; the innocent doe now looks like a deer in the headlights.

  “You know this guy?”

  Harper is curled in a ball on the floor, her face streaked with tears. She’s shaking, and I need to understand what this stranger has done to upset her.

  “His name is Luke,” she says, and while her eyes are filled with tears, her voice is parched, as if the well of her heart has run dry. “He’s my ex-fiancé.”

  Whatever words she says next I can’t understand because she bursts into tears, hysterical about something I can’t take in.

  I turn to Luke, who’s in a rage on my steps. He’s a clean-cut, khakis kind of guy, like a vacuum salesman or some shit. Out here in the frigid cold, he’s shivering in his fucking boots like a motherfucking pussy.

  “Her family is worried sick,” Luke says, raising his hands in anger. “She left yesterday and never called.”

  He shakes his head, runs his hands through his hair, the anger mounting—and I don’t fucking need to deal with this bullshit.

  “They should have never let her come on her own. What have you done to her?” Luke yells at me, like I forced Harper onto my solid wood. Like I told her to fuck me, begged to pop her motherfucking cherry.

  “Done to her? She was the one on her knees sucking me off. You think I forced her?”

  “Ohmigosh … stop, Jaxon … just stop.” Harper is hyperventilating, her whole body near collapse.

  I can’t stand to see her this way.

  “Harper,” I say, kneeling beside her, holding her arms, trying to steady her. Luke is still screaming, but keeps his distance; he’s still on my front steps. He’s probably too scared to come in here like a real man.

  “I have to go,” Harper says, pushing away from my hold, standing. “I’ve ruined everything.”

  “Ruined what?” I ask, standing too. I take hold of her hand, not understanding, not wanting her to go before I do.

  “I told you, my father is a preacher. Luke will tell him what he’s seen, what you just said … and they’ll never see me the same way again. No man will ever want me now.”

  I laugh in her face, knowing that sure, she was an innocent girl walking in here last night, but really? She’s scared that her dad is gonna find out she lost her V-card? She’s a grown-ass woman.

  “Don’t laugh at things you don’t understand, Jaxon.” She bites back anything else she might say, and instead scans the room for her discarded clothing. She grabs her pants, the sweater. Her bra. I find her panties lying near the bearskin rug and hand them over as discreetly as possible.

  I may like to fuck strangers, but I’m not a monster. The last thing I want is for a one-night stand to turn into a fucking fight.

  As much as I wanted Harper again this morning, as much as I went to bed last night imagining all the ways I was going to fuck her silly today, I don’t want to keep her here against her will.

  I just need to get a better read on the pansy-ass at my front door. I need to make sure Harper wants to go with him.

  Her face flushed with embarrassment, she mumbles, “I’m going to the bathroom to change, okay?” She looks up at Luke, shame washed over her once perfectly angelic face. It’s as if she’s seen a ghost.

  “Harper, did you really fornicate with this … this … animal?” Luke asks, as she walks away toward the bathroom.

  Harper whispers to me as she moves to close the bathroom door. “Can you make him go? Tell him I’m coming, but I can’t have him see me this way.”

  I nod. “You really want to go with the guy who walked out on your engagement? You feel safe with him?”

  “I don’t want my father coming up here, looking for you, Jaxon,” she says quietly, pulling the door nearly closed. “Luke is gonna tell him what he saw here. I don’t want you in my mess. I’m a big girl. I can pick up the pieces of my own life.”

  “You sure, Harp? I can’t have you going with a man I can’t trust.”

  “Luke is harmless. Obviously, he doesn’t love me, but he isn’t going to hurt me—like, in ways besides breaking my heart.”

  Tears fill her eyes again and she shuts the door.

  I exhale. Fuck. This is not how I intended this morning to go.

  “You’re a sinner,” Luke spouts off from the front porch. “And you’ve brought Harper into your debauchery,”

  I’m a little relieved he isn’t the sort of bible-thumper who calls unwed women names for having sex. Still, his words turn the cabin air stale.

  Fine, blame me.

  Heaven knows I have plenty to atone for.

  “I think you should go,” I tell Luke, grabbing my flannel shirt that I draped over the couch last night. I managed to pull on a pair of jeans before I crawled down the fucking ladder, but I kinda wish I hadn’t. If my cock were hanging out for him to see, he’d know what a threat I am.

  I know, it’s bullshit, to think that way, but man, this asshole has me riled up in a way I never am. It’s not like I want Harper for longer than a night—I was overdue for a good fuck and she came in from the cold.

  But my friend Buck was right: I’ve been out here all alone for long enough.

  Maybe setting up some sort of weekly fucking is in order. Is that a thing? House calls to lonely lumberjacks?

  Fuck. I’m losing my shit. I need to get this guy the hell away, so Harper can calm down before she goes back home with this loser.

  “You need to get off my motherfucking steps,” I tell him. “Now.”

  “Not unless I have Harper,” he says, straightening his shoulders, as if sizing me up.

  I laugh in his fucking face. He stands no chance with me. I’m easily twice his size, my muscles ripped from the fact that I’ve been felling trees for three months straight with my own goddamned hands.

  “I’m not fighting you for her,” I say. “If that’s what you’re worried about, don’t. I got what I wanted as far as she’s concerned. And I’m not concerned about you at all. I just need you to back the fuck off.”

  “But Harp—” he tries.

  I raise my hand to stop him. “Harper is getting dressed. You best get her things from her car and go.” I grab her car keys from the hook by the door and toss them his way. He misses and they fall in the fucking snow. “And you’re gonna need to get a tow truck up here for the hatchback. No way is that thing gonna make it down anytime soon. It’s supposed to keep snowing for weeks.”

  Luke grabs for the keys awkwardly from the snow, and nods as he turns away.

  “Tell her I’ll b
e back in an hour. I’ve gotta haul whatever she packed into my car, and I hiked up to your place a good distance—couldn’t drive this far up the mountain. I came here because your place is the only house for miles. I never thought I’d find this.” His jaw is tight, and his fists are, too. But he walks away.

  Good.

  I bolt the door shut.

  I know he hates me for taking what he once saw as his—Harper’s innocence—but I can’t worry about that. Luke’s feelings, or Harper’s apparently crazy-ass parents, don’t matter.

  Right now I only care about Harper.

  I don’t fuck virgins just to have them fall apart the next morning. I need to make sure that doe-eyed girl is okay.

  HARPER

  The bathroom smells of pinewood and soap and, while it’s tiny, it has everything it needs. A single-stall shower, an efficient sink, open shelving revealing his brand of deodorant and mouthwash. Both organic. I smile. Jaxon isn’t so rough and tumble, he’s more than the bad boy he presents himself as.

  I wonder what other things I’d learn about him if I didn’t have to leave.

  I use a washcloth and try to clean myself up with the hot water and soap, trying to push out the conversation Jaxon and Luke are having a few feet away.

  It’s strange—I thought I’d feel dirty, waking up naked in Jaxon’s cabin. And of course I’m blocking out the stuff with Luke finding me naked, and my father finding out soon enough—that stuff has to wait until I can think it through.

  Right now I’m just realizing that I don’t feel dirty at all.

  I feel amazing. I feel awake.

  I feel … like one night was not enough.

  I close my eyes, forcing myself not to cry.

  Why is life so complicated? It’s like, I want the thing I shouldn’t have. Want it so bad it hurts. And last night I gave away the thing I shouldn’t have offered … and if I’d woken up full of remorse, well, that would make things easy. I’d repent. Beg for forgiveness. Walk away and never look back.