Page 16 of Her Bossy Lumberjack

“Thirty seconds.”

I bite back a smile. “I guess you’re just mad that I beat you.”

“Ten seconds.”

“An out-of-towner, not even from here?—”

“Okay, that’s it.”

My giggle quickly turns into a moan of pleasure as Kane thrusts into me again, pinning my hands on either side of my head so I can’t move. I surrender myself to him, savoring the way his cock fills me up, making me come again and again. My whole body is on fire with pure pleasure, but it’s more than just physical as I look into Kane’s brown eyes and let myself come undone for him. I’m falling for this lumberjack—hook, line, and sinker. There’s still so much he doesn’t know about me, but right now, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is this magical afternoon with the man who has turned my world upside down.

8

KANE

I wake up with a lock of red hair strewn across my face. It takes me a minute to figure out why before I see Hannah curled up beside me, her fiery locks fanning out like a halo. I breathe in the scent of her sweet shampoo, my heart racing as I remember yesterday. Memories of Hannah moaning beneath me hit me like an electric shock, and suddenly, I’m wide awake. My cock hardens instantly, and part of me wants to wake her up so I can bury myself in her sweet pussy again.

Sounds like a great way to start the morning.

But she looks so pretty and peaceful with her eyes shut, mouth open slightly, her naked chest rising and falling as she breathes deeply. She didn’t get much rest yesterday. I couldn’t get enough of her. Making her come was my only goal, and it was well after midnight by the time we finally fell asleep.

I press a feather-light kiss on her forehead, staring at her pretty face for a few more minutes before I get up, careful not to disturb her. She lets out a sleepy moan and rolls over, but doesn’t wake up as I pad out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Aside from a whole stash of cherry pies, there’s not much for breakfast. A quick glance at the clock makes me do a double-take. It’s almost lunchtime. We slept for hours.

I decide to head into town to grab us a couple of sandwiches from the bakery, so I throw on a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt, scribbling a quick note to Hannah before I head out into the midday sunshine. My truck still smells of her—sweet and fruity—and I hum to myself as I drive into Cherry Hollow, parking outside the bakery. I can’t stop smiling like an idiot. Knowing that Hannah is in my bed waiting for me makes it impossible not to feel like the luckiest man in the world. I never imagined that my pretty little firecracker would give an old grump like me a shot.

But now she’s mine.

No way am I letting her go after yesterday.

I shoulder open the door to the bakery, so lost in my thoughts about Hannah that it takes me a moment to realize that Diane is arguing with somebody.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she snaps from behind the counter. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t comment.”

The woman she’s talking to has her back to me, and I frown when I see the way she’s holding her phone in Diane’s face.

“Is there a problem here?” I ask, looking at Diane. I’ve known her for a long time. She’s strong as hell and not an easy woman to rattle, just like my old grandma. But right now, she looks upset and confused.

“Kane!” she says, sounding relieved when she sees me. “No problem here. This woman was just leaving.”

I watch as the woman turns to look at me, and my frown deepens. She’s the same woman who was walking on the street the other day. Hannah looked frightened when she saw her.

“Can you at least tell me when Hannah will be back?” the woman asks, turning back to Diane.

I spring to attention at the sound of my girl’s name.

“What do you want with Hannah?” I ask defensively.

The woman faces me again and takes several steps toward me. “Andrea Ryan. Silvercrest Chronicle. I want to interview Hannah about her family’s…situation.” Her wide mouth stretches into a fake smile. “She needs a safe place to tell her side of the story, don’t you think? Otherwise, the speculation won’t stop.”

I stare at her bewilderedly before chancing a look over the counter. But Diane looks just as confused as I feel.

“Look, lady, I think you’ve got the wrong person,” I say.

Andrea arches an eyebrow. “I know Hannah lives in Cherry Hollow. I’m confident that this is where she works.” She lets out a sigh that sounds strangely rehearsed. “Look, I know you probably think you’re protecting her. But all she needs to do is give one interview. Just one little interview to silence all the naysayers. Don’t you want that for her?”

What the hell is this woman talking about?

“An interview about what?” I ask, my head reeling.

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