Page 21 of Massive Size Lumberjack

“Water theft is a big deal in California. The state’s hit by drought all the time, and thieves will do anything to tap into this valuable resource. A lot of the stolen water is used to irrigate illegal farm operations, and yours was one such case. Your marijuana plot was being watered by water belonging to me. We found out because I hired a builder to install private fire hydrants along my property line. Before the installation began, they did a survey of the current water usage and systems, and discovered the diversion to your farm.”

“What?” Gracie gasps, two spots of color burning in her cheeks. “No one told me this! We always sourced our water from the pipes on our property! No one said a word about stealing water, or that water belonging to someone else.”

“I know, because we never would have uncovered it, had I not been fire-proofing my property. Hell, we wouldn’t have uncovered it if I hadn’t been taking special precautions to protect my investment, seeing how California’s been ravaged by fire recently. That’s how we know.”

“Butwhodid it?” she asks. “I swear, it wasn’t me.”

I nod.

“Sweetheart, I would never think it’s you, and the fact is that we’re not sure who diverted the water at this time. I’d like to say Robbie and Jim, but I don’t think your father and brother are smart enough to even dream up water theft. They’re idiots,” I say with disgust.

“They are because they were sniffing up the wrong tree the whole time,” Gracie says in a soft voice. “They told me you were a homeless guy who was squatting on the property. They told methat you were pretending to be a gainfully-employed lumberjack, when really you were an illegal squatter trying to get into my pants.”

“Well, they wouldn’t be wrong about the getting into your pants part,” I rumble while squeezing her waist with a big hand. “But yeah. It seems that Robbie and Jim realized that I was using a fake identity. They just got thewrongfake identity,” I growl in an amused tone. “Who would have thought?”

But Gracie’s still trying to process the slew of new revelations.

“So you’re not Braden Rock, lumberjack. You’re Braden Rockwell, CEO,” Gracie says in a slow tone.

“I am, sweetheart,” I confirm. “The “well” at the end of “Rockwell” makes all the difference. Google it, and you’ll see.”

She bites her lip, still computing.

“And you’re building the big house on the lake.”

“I am,” I confirm again, squeezing her waist. “And I want you to come live there with me, Gracie, because it would be a dream come true. I’d love for us to be together, with no more secrets and no more lies.”

Gracie pauses.

“Yes, but I’ve never lied toyou, Braden. Everything I told you was to the best of my knowledge. I have never knowingly fabricated anything about who I am, where I come from, or what I do for a living. The truth is important to me.”

My heart hangs in the balance.

“As it does to me, Grace, and I love you because of that. Not despite of it, butbecauseyou have never been anything buthonest, sweet, and truthful when we’re together. You have never doubted my story, nor did you look down on me for being a seasonally-employed lumberjack. You didn’t care about how much money I had, or when my next paycheck was coming, or how big my bank balance is. What mattered is that I was Braden, and you are Gracie, and that we love one another.”

She pauses for a moment because I’ve essentially put words in the curvy girl’s mouth. Grace hasn’t told me that she loves me, although I’ve already declared myself multiple times in this conversation alone. But then she nods, and the ice surrounding my heart begins to thaw. It melts, actually, and when a smile breaks out across her delicate features, I know that we’ve surmounted the hump.

“I do love you, Braden,” she acknowledges in a soft tone. “And I’m going to forgive you because you saved me from my brother and father. They literally kidnaped me and would have kept me in that godforsaken cell for who knows how long, if it hadn’t been for you. So I appreciate that, and I love you,” she repeats. “But I need time to process these developments because it’s been a tsunami, Braden, and I’m not sure what to think quite yet.”

Those words are enough for me, and I nod feverishly while pulling her in for a kiss.

“That’s fine, sweetheart,” I murmur against her lips. “Take all the time you want because I’m not in a rush.We’renot in a rush, and besides, you already know the true Braden Rockwell. It’s me. I’m right here, and I adore you.”

Our lips meet on that statement because for once, I’m speaking the truth. I adore Grace Treadwell, and I want her to be happy. I want her to be safe, to laugh, cry, and love without any restrictions, and I know I can make that happen for her. After all,she’s the curvy girl from the mountain ... and I’m the mountain man who will make her dreams come true.

EPILOGUE

GRACE

Ayear later.

Braden reaches around me to cup a big breast with one hand, while the other slips down to gently run over my puffy pussy lips.

“Mmm, you’re wet,” he rasps in my ear. “Very nice.”

I giggle while craning my head around to kiss him because we’re in the massive shower within the master suite of our new home. The lodge was finally finished, and it’s everything he promised. It’s three stories and perched on the hillside with unobstructed views of the lake. We have an indoor gym and an indoor swimming pool, as well as an outdoor swimming pool, five bedrooms, six baths, and a private dock. The house is outfitted with every luxury, and also wired to the max. It’s energy efficient with hidden solar panels, special energy-saving windows, and a robotic thermostat that adjusts indoor temperatures automatically. In short, it’s paradise, and I love it here.

I giggle and turn to my boyfriend.

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