Page 10 of Aching for the Lumbersnack
“Banks. He works on the lumberjack crew.”
Both of the women wiggle their eyebrows. “Ohhh la la. We need some pictures soon. See who this lucky guy is that snatched my girl up.”
I laughed. “No one snapped me up.”
“Mmhmm, not yet anyway. But I bet Banks wants to.”
“Bye ladies.” I said as I blew them a kiss and walked down to my office. It was going to be a long day and the last I needed were distractions.
One nighttogether turned into every night together and within a few months, I ended the lease on my cabin and moved into his place. It’s funny how fast things seemed to work in this small town when usually, I’d expect the opposite. A slower pace, a slower approach to living.
Or maybe it was just Banks and how excited he got. If it were up to him, we’d be married by now. But why the rush when we had our whole lives ahead of us?
After moving in together, we met each other’s families and fell into an easy routine.
The best part?
The endless amounts of sex.
Banks was ready to go anytime I was, day or night, rain or shine. I said the word, and he was there, a horny toad on command.
While I needed a bit more working up, around him, it was different. He turned me on like no other man ever had before.
Two months after moving in together, we were engaged. And a year later, we were married, in our very own backyard, surrounded by friends and family.
Who knew one client could change my entire world?
Yet he did. He really did.
EPILOGUE
Banks
My wife’sskilled fingers rubbed my shoulders, working out the sore spots, and there were plenty of them.
It had been a long day at work, and with more new developments coming to the town and the surrounding areas, we were busy. I liked when the days flew by and I was home with my wife again, but my body didn’t like it so much. At least not lately.
I closed my eyes and tried to relax, but the thought of her hands on my body sent my mind into overdrive. I squirmed on the massage table and heard my wife laugh.
“What’s wrong? A little impatient today, are we?”
“Never.”
Delilah laughed again. “What’s got you so worked up? Your sore muscles? Or is it something else?”
“I hate getting old, baby. My body isn’t working like it used to.”
“Oh, Banks, I know it’s tough. Your job is physical. Your body can’t take that type of work for long.”
“But this is all I know. What could I even possibly do?”
“How about we take it one step at a time, okay? Maybe there’s an office job you could do. We could talk to Clay and see what he has to offer.”
“Yeah, that’s true. Last thing I want to be is a paper pusher.” I grumbled.
“I get it. But you might need to be while you figure the rest out. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together, like we always do.”
Delilah picked up one of her many creams and dabbed some on her hands before beginning her massage again. “My orders are ticking up. Maybe you can help me grow and get more orders coming in. You could work for me.” She grinned, speckles of light dancing in her eyes.
