Page 20 of Her Obsessed Lumberjack

“I missed you too.”

It’s only been a few hours since we saw each other. My husband visits Mountain Brew at least twice a day when I’m working, but it still feels so good to come home to him.

“Did you have a good day?” he asks, wrapping his arm around me and leading me inside.

“Yep, and I bought pumpkin pie!” I lift up the box. “So the day is about to get even better.”

Roman chuckles. “Sounds great. I already got all your favorite Halloween movies ready to stream. Want to start with Hocus Pocus?”

“Always.” I grin at him as he follows me into the living room, closing the door behind us. The fire is roaring in the hearth, filling the cabin with warmth. We decorated inside too, draping the walls with fake cobwebs, bats, and other spooky ornaments. It looks amazing, and I snuggle up beside Roman on the couch, thanking him as he passes me the steaming mug of hot chocolate that’s already waiting for me.

“What about you?” I ask as he sits down beside me. “How was your day?”

“Good.” He smiles at me, resting a protective hand on my belly. “Sold a big batch of firewood and kept some aside for us for the winter. Then went to see the baby.”

Roman’s daughter, Chloe, recently gave birth to a girl called Autumn, and he is totally smitten with his granddaughter. She’s so adorable, and it’s been wonderful to see what we have to look forward to in a few months’ time when our own baby arrives.

Chloe and I hit it off immediately when we met. I was nervous, desperate to make a good impression on Roman’s daughter, but she was so kind that it was impossible not to feel at ease. She’s become one of my best friends over the past year, and I’m glad we get to live so close to her and Trace. We all spend a lot of time together, and I know how happy it makes Roman to have his loved ones so close to him.

“How did it go with David?” I ask as Roman cuts me a generous slice of pumpkin pie.

“Good. Definitely starting to see some progress now. I haven’t had a flashback for two weeks.”

I gasp, beaming at him. “That’s amazing! That’s the longest so far!”

My husband seems much more at peace now that he’s started seeing David. Even his sleep is improving. It wasn’t easy for him to admit he needed help, but eventually he was brave enough to do something about it and seek a therapist. David has changed Roman’s mindset, helping him realize that his trauma doesn’t make him weak. PTSD can happen to anybody, especially the brave people who are constantly exposing themselves to stressful situations in order to help others. Therapy isn’t an overnight cure, but it’s changing my husband’s life for the better.

“I’m so proud of you,” I tell him, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks, sugar. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

His eyes twinkle at me, and I feel the familiar sensation of butterflies swirling in my tummy. My husband is so insanely handsome. He only seems to get sexier as time passes, and I lean into his strong, hulking body, letting his arms wrap around me.

A few moments later, I hear the sound of paws against the wooden floor, and our black cat, Binx, jumps up on the couch to join us.

“Aw, hi baby!” I reach out to stroke his soft fur. I always wanted a cat, but the apartment I shared with Margot didn’t allow pets. As soon as I moved in with Roman, he surprised me with a black kitten adopted from a local shelter. Binx is the sweetest fur baby in the world, and he loves curling up by the fire while Roman and I watch scary movies.

At first, Margot was sad when I moved out. I felt bad leaving my best friend behind, but she wasn’t alone for long. It’s still crazy to think about…but my cynical, love-hating best friend finally had her heart stolen by a grumpy lumberjack. After swearing off men, she ended up falling for Declan Thorne, one of the brothers who owns the corn maze where I first met Roman. Now they’re happily married and living together in Declan’s enormous cabin. We see each other all the time, and just last week, Margot told me the amazing news that they’re expecting a baby. I still can’t get my head around it, and I’m so happy for my best friend.

“Ready to watch the movie?” I ask, nuzzling against my husband as Binx jumps down from the couch and curls up by the hearth.

“Almost.” Roman’s hand drifts down my body, making my skin tingle as he says, “There’s something I want to do first.”

He catches my eye, holding my gaze as he slides his hand into my jeans and brushes my clit with his fingers. My body jolts at the contact, warmth blooming between my thighs as Roman kisses my neck. His beard is rough against my skin, and my pulse flutters with anticipation as he reaches for my sweater, pulling it up over my head. There’s a feverish glint in his eyes as he gets off the couch and leans over me, tearing off the rest of my clothes until I’m wearing nothing but my wooden necklace.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs, running his hands over my plump curves and pregnant belly. My body trembles beneath his touch, and I watch eagerly as he begins to strip off his ownclothes, his jeans and shirt joining the pile on the floor. Finally, he yanks down his boxers and his huge cock springs out. It’s already hard and swollen, and my core aches as I stare at it.

Roman sits back on the couch, holding out his arms to me as he says, “Come here, sugar. Sit on my cock.”

I lick my lips and do as I’m told, kneeling on either side of Roman’s thighs. He grips the base of his cock, holding it as I sink down onto him, taking him deep inside me with one slow movement. My aching pussy clamps around him, and I wrap my arms around his neck with a moan. “Oh, God. I needed this so badly.”

“Me too.” He rests his hands on my waist, brushing kisses along my jaw until he reaches my ear, his voice deep and low. “Now be a good girl and ride me until you come.”

With a shuddering breath, I start to move, sliding up and down on my husband’s huge cock. His hardness hits nerves deep inside me, every movement making me quiver as he grabs my hips, groaning deep in his throat. I find my rhythm, bouncing faster, whimpering with pure bliss as I take him all the way inside me. His body feels so strong and powerful between my thighs, and I rest my hands on his bare chest, his muscles like iron beneath my palms.

“That’s it, beautiful.” His eyes burn with lust, and I gasp as he bucks his hips, thrusting his cock up as I sink down. He’s pushing so deep that my vision turns dark, our bodies slapping together, skin on skin, drowning out the crackle of the fire.

“You’re doing so good,” Roman murmurs. “You like feeling your husband’s dick inside you?”

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