Auctioned to the Lumberjack
Nicole straddles my lap and rests her chin on my chest. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around her and pull her more snugly against my body. Her core is lined up at my lengthening dick, and I raise my hips a little because I’m a glutton for punishment. I know this is dangerous. Even with thick blue jeans on, this is dangerous. I’ve found lately that just being around her is getting unbearable. She’s too tempting, and I’m only so strong. Especially when she grinds her pelvis against me.
“What are you doing, Nikki?”
She smiles up at me. “Nothing. Just trying to get a rise out of you.”
“Har, har. Funny. I’m sure you know by now it doesn’t take much for you to get a rise out of me.” I shift her on my lap because the pain is real. Who would have thought that I’d be a twenty-two-year-old fuckin’ virgin with a willing woman on my lap and turn that shit down? Fuck, I need my head examined. Everything inside of me says to give in and give her what she wants—hell, what we both want.
Her hands slide up my chest, and she traces circles around my erect nipple over my shirt. I laugh and grab on to her upper arms, forcing her away from me.
Her once laughing face is now filled with frustration. “Ethan, what’s wrong? You’re killing me here. I love you, you love me. I want you.” She lowers her hips so I’m pushing against her honeyed core, and her smile returns. “And I’m pretty sure you want me.”
I groan out loud. “Fuck yeah, I want you.”
And before I can get another word out, she’s throwing her hands up in the air. “So what’s the problem then? Let’s do it already.”
I toss her onto the couch beside me and hover over her. She’s staring up at me with all the trust in the world. Nicole and I have been together since her freshman year of high school. I’m two years older than her, and she’s twenty now. She recently graduated from a local community college with her radiology tech degree… and next week, we’re getting married. When that happens, all bets are off. She’s going to be mine in every sense of the word. “The problem is that when I take you, I’m going in bare, Nikki. There won’t be anything between us, and chances are we’re going to make babies. I want my ring on your finger when I do it.”
One arm goes around my neck, and the other has her flashing her engagement ring on her finger in my face. “First, of all, the engagement ring counts. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours, so I say yes, let’s do that. I don’t want there to be anything between us either.”
I laugh and lean down, rubbing my nose against hers. She has no clue how hard this has been for me. I want her so badly that it’s all I think about. And call me crazy, but I made a promise to her dad. I was close to her father, and when he passed, he asked me to take care of her. I’ve kept my promise even though it’s about to kill me. He wanted her to graduate and nothing to stop that from happening. I waited, and we planned the wedding for the weekend after her graduation.
“Not until we’re married,” I tell her, but that doesn’t appease her.
She pouts prettily. “I never would have thought you were so old fashioned.”
“Old fashioned?” I ask her incredulously. “What’s old fashioned about wanting to do this right? We’re consumed with each other, Nikki, and I know once I get you—all of you—I’m not going to be letting you out of my sight for at least a month.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Promises, promises.”
I push her hair away from her face. “You’re horny, aren’t you, baby?”
Her eyes widen, and she licks her luscious lips. “Aren’t you, Ethan?”
Instead of answering her, I lean down and fit my mouth over hers. She moans, and I deepen the kiss, stroking our tongues against each other. It’s undeniable how much I want this woman to be mine in every sense of the word. Hell, since we met, I knew that one day she’d be mine, and I’ve just been biding my time, waiting patiently for her to graduate so we can move on with the rest of our lives. My hands slide up and down her body. I palm her breast and knead it. Her body arches against mine, and she wraps one leg around my waist, pulling my lower body against hers.
I don’t fight her as she rubs herself along my dick. I’m about to come in my jeans if I don’t stop soon. I pull away from her and put my hands at her waist, holding her down on the couch.
She’s watching me through hooded eyes with love shining on her face. “You need to come, Nikki?”
She bites onto her lower lip and nods her head.
Fuck! I stroke my hand through my hair. She has a short skirt on, and the way it’s ridden up, I can see her pink panties. I stare at the soft material and know I can’t resist. I sit back on my legs and slide my hand along her inner thigh. Her body trembles, and she raises her hips. I smile and shake my head. “Damn, baby, you’re soaked. Pink is my new favorite color.”
There’s a wet spot on the swatch of material covering her weeping pussy. Sliding my fingers under the leg of her panties, I pull it to the side to see her swollen, wet pussy. I can’t resist touching her there as I look into her eyes to make sure it’s okay. She’s holding herself perfectly still, and I order her, “Take a breath, honey.”
She lets out a deep breath and sucks it in as I slide my finger through her slit. “I want to taste you.”
She nods, and I lean down, touching my tongue to her for the first time. Her legs widen, allowing me to nestle between her thighs. She groans, but I don’t stop. I need to give this to her. I stroke my tongue across her clit, and she moans again. Thankfully, no one is home and won’t be for hours. She can be as loud as she wants to be.
I spear my finger inside her, gently, not wanting to break the barrier there. I’m saving that for the night she becomes my wife. There’s something about the thought of claiming her body when she has my last name and my ring on her finger.
This is just going to be enough to tide her over for the big event. I suck her swollen nub into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it. She’s trembling beneath me. I’ve already given in to the fact that I’m going to come in my pants. There won’t be any stopping it. I’m pounding my hips into the edge of the couch. The louder she gets, the more intensely I give it to her.
Her hand goes to the back of my head, holding me to her. “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”
I don’t want to take my mouth off her, so I shake my head, and that intensifies her pleasure. My sweet Nikki starts cursing as the orgasm rolls through her. I’m close, but I don’t care. I’m not stopping until she’s completely come undone.
“Yes!!!!” she screams as her whole body flexes.
I watch the pleasure roll through her and fall even more in love with her. Nicole and I are meant to be together. We couldn’t be more different, but she’s my other half. I haven’t looked at another woman since the first day I saw her, and I know it’s going to be that way forever. From that moment on, every decision I’ve made has been to bring us closer together.
I was offered a D1 scholarship for football when I graduated high school, and I turned it down. I liked playing football but not enough to leave her.
Instead, I went straight into the family business. My family owns the biggest real estate development company on the East Coast. I’ve worked there since high school, and my father has groomed me to take over the family business one day. Working there has let me learn the business side, but my father understands my need to go and work outdoors, so I also get to put in some hard labor when I’m feeling it.
I’m drawn from my thoughts when Nikki is tugging on my arms. I let her draw me up to her, and I smile down at her satisfied face. “I can’t wait until we’re married and I get to do this anytime I want.”
She leans up and kisses me. “So this time next week…”
Her voice trails off, and I think to what will be going on this time next week. It will be two days after she agrees to be mine. “We’ll be on our honeymoon, and you’ll probably be pregnant.”
Her eyes get big and are sparkling back at me. “What is this obsession with you wanting to get me pregnant?”
My heart is racing in my chest. I don’t know how I can explain my desire to breed her, but I know that this uneasy feeling that something is about to happen won’t settle until I know she’s mine and mine forever. I let out a whoosh of air. “Because I won’t stop until you’re all mine.”
The last week Ethan has made sure we haven’t been alone again, and I know exactly why. For whatever reason, he’s holding on to the idea that we should wait until marriage, and I can’t be upset about it. Sexually frustrated for sure, but not mad.
I open my phone and read the text again that he sent me this morning. I love you, Nicole Watson and I can’t wait for you to be my wife. I feel like I’ve waited for you my whole life and finally all my dreams are coming true. I promise to love you forever. I’ll see you tonight at the rehearsal. Xo, Ethan
I let out a loud sigh and put my phone back into my pocket. I’m ready for tomorrow. Heck, I’m more than ready. I have everything in boxes, and the movers are going to move all of my things to his house while we’re on our honeymoon.
I’m ready for the rehearsal dinner already, even though Ethan’s not supposed to be here for another hour. I’ve wanted this for so long, and I can’t believe that tomorrow I’m going to be Mrs. Ethan Cannon.
As I tape up the very last box, the doorbell rings. I smile instantly, wondering if it’s Ethan arriving early. I practically run down the stairs and swing the front door open with a huge smile on my face. It drops a little when I find Ethan’s brother on the other side instead of him.
“Bobby. What are you doing here?”
He wipes his hand across his face and sucks in a deep breath. “Nicole…” he starts, and there’s so much emotion in his voice, but he stops talking, his face scrunched up in pain.
Something’s not right.
I grab on to the edge of the door. “What is it? What’s wrong? Where’s Ethan?”
I get louder the more I look at him, trying to figure out why he’s staring at me the way he is. I stomp my foot and move toward him. “Bobby! What is it?”
He reaches for me, and I back up. It’s bad. I know it’s bad, and I’m scared to death at what’s going to come out of his mouth right now. “What. Is. It?” I ask him through gritted teeth.
“It’s Ethan. It’s bad, honey. I’m going to take you to the hospital.”
I clench my eyes closed and open them. “What happened? Is he okay?”
When Bobby doesn’t answer me right away, I ask him again with my feet firmly planted where I’m standing. “Is. He. Alive?”
He lifts his shoulders in a shrug. I can’t stand seeing the look on his face. “Yes, Nicole. He’s alive, but…”
I shake my head and all but push him out the door. “He’s alive. That’s all I need to know. Let’s go.”
My mom is at work, so I shut the door behind me and run to Bobby’s car parked in the driveway. We’re silent on the way to the hospital. I have a thousand questions, but I don’t ask any of them. All that matters to me is that Ethan’s alive, and I know we can deal with whatever else.
When we get to the hospital emergency room, I ask to see Ethan Cannon. I’ve learned that when you mention the Cannon name, people take notice. I’m sure it has to do with the wealth of the family, but that’s never mattered to me before now. Damn, I hope his family’s name is getting him the best treatment possible.
The nurse looks at me and then Bobby. “I’m sorry, but until we get him settled, he’s unable to see visitors.”
I’m about to go across the small desk when I hear Ethan’s father call my name from behind me. I run to him, and when he opens his arms, I step into them, and he wraps me up in a hug. He’s holding me so tightly, but I don’t care. The man has never been one to show a lot of emotion, so he obviously needs this as much as I do.
“Ethan’s been saying your name ever since I got here.”
I pull back. “Take me to him.”
He winces and looks over my head at Bobby. “Did you tell her?”
I pull out of Mr. Cannon’s arms. “Tell me what?”
When Bobby shakes his head, Mr. Cannon shoves his hand through his hair, making it go every which way. I’ve never seen him not put together, and the sight has me even more on edge. If he’s worried, then it’s bad. He grabs on to my upper arms. “He was at one of the developments across town. I’d asked him to check it out. He’s been pacing all day, excited about tomorrow, and I thought I’d give him something to pass the time.”
He stops talking, and I don’t dare move because I want him to continue. “And?”
He chokes on the words as he says it. “And there was a fire at one of the units. A kid was trapped, and Ethan went in after him.”
I search his face, and he’s holding back something. “And he got hurt? Smoke inhalation? What happened?”
His grip tightens on my arms. “He was burned pretty badly… on his face and the left side of his body.”
“But he’ll live?” I insist.
Mr. Cannon nods. “Yes, he’ll live. He’ll be in pain for a while, and they will have to do some skin grafts.”
I feel as if a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. He’s going to live. I know Bobby said it, but now that his dad is reiterating it then I’m finally coming to terms with it. “Are they giving him anything for the pain?”
He nods. “Yes. He’s pretty out of it, but he’s still saying your name.”
I grab on to the lapel of Mr. Cannon’s jacket. “Please get me back there with him. Please?”
He nods and grabs my hand, walking through the double doors to the back of the hospital. He strides past the nurses and doctors. They all watch us, but none of them say a thing to him. I’m sure Mr. Cannon donated a wing of the hospital or money for some big machine or something at some point, so not many people are going to stand in his way.
He stops outside a room and looks down at me. “It’s bad, Nicole. Really bad. He doesn’t look—”
I shake my head and step out of his grip. “I don’t care how he looks, Mr. Cannon. All I care about is that he’s going to be okay. The rest of it doesn’t matter to me.”
His shoulders slump as if he’s been carrying some big huge weight, and it’s been magically lifted from his shoulders. I reach for the door handle and turn the knob. I thought I was ready, but when I look in the room and see Ethan lying on the bed, I suck in a breath. He’s hooked up to numerous machines and IVs. There’s gauze covering a lot of his body, but a lot is uncovered, and the charred skin along his neck and side of his face has me wrapping my arms around myself. I can’t imagine the pain he must be feeling.
Mr. Cannon leans down and whispers to me, “He’s on a lot of pain medication, and the doctor said he’s had some nerve damage, so he’s not feeling all the effects of the burn.”
I nod and take a step forward, but Mr. Cannon puts his hand on my shoulder and holds me back. “Honey, there’s too much risk of infection. We can’t go any closer.”
It’s then I take in the surroundings and notice the bubble surrounding him. I’m this close to falling apart, and I need Ethan to know I’m here. “Ethan.”
I say his name loudly across the room. His eyes slowly open, and he says my name.
I smile at him, wanting to reassure him. “I’m here, honey. I’m here. You’re going to be okay.”
He opens his mouth, and I can’t make out what he’s saying. I shake my head to let him know, and he’s louder this time. “Leave. Leave now, Nikki.”
My mouth falls open. Is he telling me to leave?
Before I can respond, alarms start going off on all the machines. Doctors and nurses barrel through the door, and Mr. Cannon and I are pushed to the side so they can get to Ethan.
Mr. Cannon holds on to me because it’s instinct for me to go to Ethan, and he’s keeping me from doing that. He helps me out the door and blocks the entrance. I pace back and forth. “Did he tell me to leave? Is that what you heard?”
Mr. Cannon looks as if he’s aged ten years in the last ten minutes. “Yeah, honey, that’s what I heard.”
I stop pacing when one of the doctors comes out of the room. He won’t look at me and instead addresses Mr. Cannon. “Sir, for the safety and the well-being of your son, we’re going to have to ask her to leave.”
I walk over in front of him so he has to look at me. “Ask me to leave? That’s my fiancé in there. We’re getting married…”
My voice trails off when I realize that the wedding for tomorrow is not happening. Who knows when it will happen now?
The doctor gives me a curt nod before looking at Mr. Cannon. “Sir, your son has asked that she not be allowed back in.”
“What?” I ask, astounded.
Mr. Cannon puts his hands on my shoulders. “Okay, I understand,” he tells the doctor as they exchange a look, and the doctor goes back into the room.
“Nicole, my son is hurting, and he probably thinks he’s protecting you. Give him some time. Bobby and I will keep you up to date on everything, and I’m sure Ethan will change his mind about this.”
Anguish overcomes me. My chest hurts, my head hurts, everything hurts. “Sir, how can I just walk away? How do I just leave him? I can’t.”
He shakes his head. “That’s what he needs from you right now. He needs to focus on himself. I promise, I’ll keep you updated, and I’ll talk to him.”
He lets go of me and steps back. I know he wants to go back in and see his son, but he can’t do that with me standing here.
I nod my head and walk away, leaving a big part of my heart behind.
|September 25, 2022
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