Page 47 of Hard Wood Daddy

She reaches up and wipes at my sideburn again, like she did that one time in the pickup.

“Pastels again?” I ask.

“Don’s blood,” she says, frowning as she adds, “I’m sure Lindsay probably didn’t notice...”

I cleaned up as much as I could in the car, but he spattered everywhere. Her breath hitches as she strokes my hair, gazing up at me with gorgeous doe eyes.

We don’t make it to my cabin. I carry her off the trail, lift her skirt, and grip her ass. She whispers my name to me.

Rutger.

I lift her up, filling my hands with her backside. She’s got more than I can hold and I love it. I hope she’ll get even curvier when I put my babies in her. I hope she knows that I love her exactly the way she is, and it would be a sin if she lost a single pound of it.

She gazes down at me with our lips almost touching. “Rutger,” she says again.

I’m grinding against her, but I need a free hand if I want her to feel as good as I do. I press her back against the tree.

“If someone comes this way, we’ll be seen,” she says.

“Do you think I’d let anyone see you like that?” I ask, shoving the hair out of her eyes.

I bury my face in her neck, licking and nipping and tasting my way to her mouth, where I can sink into a deep kiss. There’s nothing left for me to hold back. No secrets.

At last, I can completely belong to Tess.

My fingers find her clit through her underwear. I roll and pinch the way she showed me as she gasps against me.

“I love you,” I say.

But I can’t wait to be inside her. I hook my finger in her panties and jerk them aside. Two of my fingers slide inside easily.

She’s ready for me. It’s like she’s always ready for me, the way I’m always ready for her.

Tess grabs my cock and guides me to her entrance.

Our eyes are locked together as I shove my way inside. We are filled with each other, me and Tess. Home with each other. Together forever.

Chapter 11

Tess

The first week after Rutger signed the lease, I was tense. I kept expecting Don Patron to come back, or send cops to arrest us, or something like that.

But everything stayed quiet, and I guess that makes sense.

Criminals don’t like bringing their actions to the attention of the authorities. Particularly those who like to hide behind legitimate enterprises and a facade of respectability.

More than that, I think Don’s pride was a lot more wounded than his shattered jaw.

He’d never admit to anyone that he lost a girl, much less a fight.

After a quiet week, I accepted the truth: I was finally safe.

Everything feels a lot brighter in the forest now that I know nothing can take me away. The students have started drawing me with smiles on my face. Their art makes me look like I’m floating on cloud nine.

But I still feel kind of queasy, and I’m not sure why.

The huge breakfasts Rutger makes me suddenly feel too hard to eat. I had to leave the table this morning to rush to the bathroom. Rutger held my hair back as I threw up. “It wasprobably the chicken we ate with the artists last night,” I told him.

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