Page 5 of Massive Size Lumberjack

I nod because Grace is young and obviously something fucked up is going on with her family. But she’s no dummy when it comes to her job, and I respect her for that. It can’t be easy to fend for yourself halfway up a mountain with no guidance and little input. I’m about to make an offhand remark, but then the curvy girl turns to me with an inquisitive look.

“So do you still think we’re trespassing on your property? You’re new here, right? I haven’t seen you around these parts before, and I grew up in Fairview. How are you so familiar with where our land stops, and yours begins?”

I think on my feet, my mind whirling. Again, I don’t want to give away that I’m a billionaire building a massive compound a couple miles from where we’re standing. I don’t want Grace to realize that I had my property scoped within an inch of its life, even before I purchased it. I also don’t want her to know that I have the County Assessor on speed dial, as well as the Mayor of Fairview, and even the Governor of California himself. If I want this patch of land to be mine, then it will be.

But there’s no reason to bring down the hammer because the curvy girl is young, innocent, and still naïve in certain ways. It would be cruel joke to alert her to the realities of gentrification, not to mention the encroachment of a billionaire who can take whatever he wants. Don’t get me wrong because Grace is also incredibly astute, and has demonstrated an ability to manage a cash crop on her own, which entails deep understanding of seasonal weather patterns, soil productivity, and plant life cycles. But still, something in my gut makes me pause because I don’t want to pop her bubble. There’s an endearing quality about the young woman, and I’m not ready to aim and fire quite yet.

You’re going soft, the voice in my head snorts.What the fuck, Rockwell? You’ve always had a ruthless, take-no-prisonersapproach to life, so what’s up with the soft landing? You don’t even know this woman.

I don’t, but as I glance at Grace again, I can’t help but be charmed by her playful smile and whimsical ways. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that she’s absolutely stunning too. Her raggedy clothes and patched-up shoes can’t hide the glowing goddess within, complete with big Double D breasts and a young, virginal pussy.

Suddenly, I make a decision.I want that pussy. I want entrance into that tight channel in order to see whether she’s untouched. Fuck, even the thought inflames me, and I have visions of Grace with her thighs spread, cupping her enormous tits as she takes my cock for the first time. Will she moan with pain, as the sensation morphs into pleasure? Will she spread her legs wider while crying out my name with joy? Will she bleed, her first blood leaving a tell-tale red smear on my throbbing cock? Fuck yeah. I have to know.

But snaring a wild animal is always tricky and it takes patience. A hunter needs to stalk for a while, before going in for the kill. So I smile like nothing’s amiss even as a plan forms in my head.

“I think you’re fine. You’re likely on your own side of the property line,” I drawl. “Of course, I don’t know exactly, but I inherited the land from my grandparents,” I lie through my teeth. “Grams, Gramps and me hiked through the forest during my childhood summers, and I don’t recall ever coming this far. You’re probably fine.”

Grace bounces on her toes with excitement before sticking her tongue out at me.

“See?” she burbles. “I always knew we were on the right side. My dad and brother know what they’re doing,” she adds with a wink. “Trust me, Jim and Robbie are good at their jobs. They’re law-abiding citizens and would never knowingly trespass on another man’s land. Besides, we’ve been in Fairview forever, so someone would tell us if we were in the wrong.”

Internally, I shake my head because Jimbo and Robbie are fucking douchebags. I don’t need to meet them to know because who the fuck asks their daughter to grow weed by herself on the slope of a hill? But I merely smile again.

“I’m sure you’re right. Mad props to your family. I think I just got confused by the landscape because I haven’t been here in years. Plus, the forest has changed,” I shrug. “The massive fire burned everything to the ground, so some of the markers I was expecting to see are no longer present.”

Grace nods, her blonde ponytail bouncing.

“Oh, you mean like x’s on trees, and stuff like that?” she asks with a frown. “Yeah, those would be gone. I mean, the trees were incinerated, and everything is new growth now.”

“Yeah, I remember some x’s on trees, but also there was a white rock, as well as some oddly shaped vegetation. But the obviously, anything organic was incinerated, although the rock should still be around,” I frown, pretending to think. “I wonder where it went.” This is all lies. I’m literally making shit up as I go, but Grace is none for the wiser.

“The rock’s probably covered in ash,” she says in a quiet tone. “The fire was devastating, and there was a layer of soot on everything, and I meaneverything, after it passed. You weren’there when it happened, were you?” she asks, giving me a worried glance.

“No, I wasn’t,” I respond. “I was on a job, and besides, I haven’t been back for ages. My grandparents actually died a couple years ago and left me this place in their will, but I didn’t have time to come around because I was traveling. I’m a lumberjack,” I say casually. “I’ve never worked in the El Dorado, but we do get called to work with rangers in national parks sometimes. They want to manage overgrowth, and that often goes hand in hand with controlled burns to reduce the risk of future wildfire. So there’s a lot of work for us lumberjacks out there.”

Grace’s eyes are wide.

“There must be even more recently because of climate change,” she murmurs. “Everyone wants to take precautions because the drought leaves plants and trees dried out, so they’re even more flammable than before.”

“Exactly,” I nod. “That’s why I’m a journeyman lumberjack. There’s no need to tie myself to one employer anymore. We’re in such high demand that I can pick my gigs, and work as much or as little as I want. It’s a good life,” I shrug with a grin at Grace. “But right now, I’m on a breather. My grandparents’ cabin is right up the slope. It’s not fancy but you’re welcome to visit if you want, seeing that we’re neighbors and all.”

Grace practically lights up, her beautiful features aglow.

“I’d like that,” she murmurs. “I’m alone a lot. My brother and dad work downtown because we have a small dispensary, so they’re busy at the store. I only grow the plants, and then I hand them off for manufacture and retail. As well as wholesale,” she adds, her brow wrinkling. “I think they’re getting into that, butthey want me to increase yields first. I don’t know. The business is more complicated than I realized, so I just stick with the plants part. I have a green thumb,” she explains with a sweet smile. “Always have, since I was old enough to hold a watering pot.”

My heart leaps and then drops as I take in the young woman, and I wonder what the fuck is going on. After all, I’ve only known Grace for twenty minutes, tops. She could be a criminal, and even more, it’s likely that her brother and dad are up to some bizarre shit because how could they treat a woman in their family like this?

But still, I have to keep my cool.You’re here to fuck her, and nothing else, the voice in my head snarks.Why are you worried about what her family does? They’re obviously trash who survive living on the margins of society.

I shake my head, but the voice is right. What’s happened to the ruthless billionaire formerly known as Braden Rockwell? The one who’s retreated to the wilds of Tahoe in order to escape his deepest, darkest urges? I literally suffer from sadistic fantasies featuring nubile young women, their sweetest spots moist and glistening as they pant and moan.

So I maintain a cool façade because little does Grace realize, but I’m luring her into a trap.

“Come visit sometime,” I say in a casual voice. “Do you like sweet tea?”

Grace perks up, her blue eyes lively.

“I love sweet tea,” she giggles. “Everyone thinks I’m so weird because they’re health nuts around these parts, and anything with sugar is immediately labeled “bad” and even “toxic.” But I adore sweet tea and make it for myself whenever I get a chance.I’m even growing somecamellia sinensisin my garden, but that didn’t turn out so great this summer,” she says in a rueful tone. “I guess I don’t always have a green thumb.”

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