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I wink.

“No worries, my sweet tea is made with tea bags,” I growl with a grin. “I’m not growing the stuff, I just know how to brew it. Come by tomorrow around three?” I ask.

Grace smiles at me, so gorgeous that my heart starts pounding again. What the fuck? I’m a man who leaves women crying and desperate in my wake. So why the hell do I care whether she’s excited to visit? It’s unlike my usual dark, dangerous self.

But I push the feeling from my chest as she nods.

“I’d love to visit, Braden,” Grace says shyly before turning to leave with a small wave. “Thank you for inviting me. See you tomorrow.”

Then, I watch as the curvy girl walks back to her house, her big bottom swaying with every step. Damn, she’s gorgeous and my cock jerks in my pants involuntarily, the veins already beginning to bulge.

Still, I have to get a hold on my emotions because I have every intention of fucking her ... even if she doesn’t know it yet.

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Grace

Iknow that Braden wants to kiss me. In fact, I can sense that the lumberjack wants more than just sweet kisses, and the knowledge makes me go hot all over. It’s as if tingles are sparkling in my private parts, and my nipples harden as I press the doorbell.

After all, I saw the way the alpha male looked at me yesterday. Of course, I was little embarrassed at my appearance because I was grubby from digging in the dirt, and my hair was a rat’s nest. Even worse, after I went back into my cabin, I could see a smudge of dirt on my cheek, and my work clothes looked even more tired and raggedy than usual.

But the handsome lumberjack didn’t notice, or didn’t care. It’s as if he could see through the dirty clothes and messy hair. Those penetrating blue eyes were like x-rays, and I felt Braden’s gaze caressing my curves whenever he turned my way.

Okay, maybe it was more than a soft caress because the lumberjack was eating me up and devouring me like I was the last woman on Earth. Heck, I could practically hear him growl with masculine hunger, and the knowledge made me go hot inside.

But it makes sense because Braden said he’s up here all alone. His grandparents owned the piece of land next to ours, and he inherited it years ago. That’s strange because I don’t recall seeing a doddering old couple around Fairview, but I don’t know absolutely everyone either. Our town is small, but it’s notthatsmall. I guess we never ran into each other.

But Braden’s here for a short break before his next gig starts, and why not? Lots of people come to Tahoe to relax because there’s fishing, hiking, jet-skiing, and all sorts of outdoor sports in the summer. Tahoe is better known for its gorgeous snowfall and excellent skiing (Squaw Valley even hosted the Winter Olympics), but summer is nothing to sneeze at. It’s gorgeous by the lake, and the foliage is slowly growing back. Besides, I’m excited to have a hunky, growly lumberjack living within a stone’s throw of my cabin because I want to explore what it means to be with a man.

I know. It sounds crazy. We just met, but I want to use the opportunity because Braden is incredibly handsome, and also because I’ve never doneitbefore. Most girls I know lost their virginities at fifteen, if not earlier, but the guys at my school always gave me a wide berth, and I’m pretty sure I know why. It’s because of Jimbo and Robbie. My brother and dad aren’t huge, intimidating monsters who go about threatening potential dates with firearms. It’s more the way they look because evenIhave to admit that the men in my family tend to appear sketchy, with grime perpetually under their nails, shifty eyes, and lank, greasyhair. Jimbo and Robbie are also as skinny as twigs, with ropy muscles and narrow shoulders. Their skin is leathery, tanned and creased, and they tend to wear wife beaters 24/7 as well as shower slippers paired with long, knee-length cargo shorts. It’s just what makes them comfortable, and there’s no talking them out of these particular outfits.

But Jimbo and Robbie are good people. After my mom took off, my dad raised us alone as a single father, and he never breathed a word of complaint. Robbie and I always went to school in the mornings, and we always had money for lunch. Not only that, but Jim worked hard and started up Treadwell Cannabis when we were still kids. We were fine, financially, with food on the table and clothes on our backs. Maybe I didn’t have extras for a trip to the mall, but what mall was I going to go to anyways? The closest Macy’s is an hour away in nearby Sac-town, and I’ve never liked that city. There are too many houses, too many cars, and too many people. I’m an outdoorsy girl, and revel in the freedom of the mountains, trees, and sky.

So yes, Jim and Robbie take care of me, and I do my best by them as well. They asked if I could live up the mountain to look after our plants, and I said yes. Maybe my cabin isn’t fancy, but it’s fine. Again, there’s plenty of food, water, and sunshine, and I have a roof over my head and a small garden to call my own. It can be a little lonely at times, but I journal every day, in addition to trying out new recipes. I can’t exactly stream Netflix because reception is spotty, but the short-wave radio always works, and I quite like tuning in to the soothing babble of NPR as I do the dishes and tidy up before bed. It’s a healthy, wholesome life.

But now, I have a new neighbor, and he’s insanely gorgeous and fierce. Braden is older, obviously, but magnetic and exciting. I don’t think he’stooold either. 35? 40? 45 even? Nonetheless,the man is a sex god, and last night I dreamed about seeing him shirtless again, those bronzed muscles straining as he hefted an axe. He’s right, after all: Iwasspying when he chopped wood, and I was even touching myself a bit as I watched. My hand slipped up to squeeze a big breast beneath my shirt, and I may even have niggled my clit a little because he was huge and magnificent. What woman wouldn’t do the same? It’s feminine intuition, and the natural response of a pliant, willing female to a hard, dominant man.

Now, the doorbell buzzes and heavy footsteps sound. My breathing goes rapid as awareness tingles over my skin, and the voice in my head speaks.Calm down, Gracie. He’s a hunky lumberjack. Why would he be interested in someone like you?

But before I can think of an answer, the door opens and Braden stands before me in all his glory. His black head almost brushes the frame, and today he’s clad in a plaid shirt that stretches across the wide expanse of his chest before hugging tight at those bulging biceps. His stomach is flat and trim, but those thighs are powerful and strong, resembling thick tree trunks. What would it be like to climb up this man before wrapping my arms around that bronzed neck and demanding a kiss? I’d love to know.

But I merely smile like a dunce while proffering a plate of cookies in my hand.

“Hi,” I stammer with a smile. “Thanks for having me. These are for you.”

The lumberjack takes the plate, studying the baked goods covered in plastic wrap.

“Is this shortbread?” he growls. “Because I love shortbread and devour this stuff like a bear. Come in, sweetheart. Welcome tomi casa.”

I step in with a smile and look around his place. It’s a comfortable, if humble, spread. There’s a plaid, pea green sofa in the center, with a beat-up coffee table in front of it. A small dining table with two chairs is pushed off to the side, and there’s a utility kitchen that’s probably only ten by fifteen feet total, with an aging refrigerator, ancient stove, and Formica countertops. A doorway leads to a bedroom, and next to it there’s another door which likely leads to the bath. All in all, it’s a small, homey place for one person, and not that different from where I live. It’s newer, certainly, but my brother and dad have promised to refurbish my cabin when they have more time. Right now, we’re slammed with work, and need to devote our efforts to the business.

But Braden doesn’t know this, and sets the cookies on the tabletop before turning to me with a gleaming smile.

“A glass of sweet tea?”

“Yes, please,” I murmur breathily, immediately cursing myself. Why do I sound so stunned and girlish? I need to sound mature and womanly because I don’t want Braden to see me as a naïve innocent who needs to be taken care of. I want him to see me as a ripe, womanly female who’s ready to tussle with him in bed, jousting with that huge form like I’m his equal.

But you’re not his equal, the voice in my head whispers.This man is obviously a powerful alpha male, and he’s about a foot taller than you, not to mention a hundred pounds more. He could eat you up if he wanted to.

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