15. Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Declan
M y plan to make breakfast for my girls was going well until Savannah comes back from getting changed. She’s stiff and cold. Her face is stoic, and I’m not sure what I’ve done wrong to change her attitude. As she comes flying into the room like a bat out of hell, she is speaking loud and fast. Luckily, Kenzi has finished eating her breakfast and is playing in her room.
“Declan, we appreciate breakfast, but it’s time for you to leave. You have no right to break into my house while I’m sleeping.”
Turning to face her, I place a plate of pancakes and bacon and a hot cup of coffee on the table.
“Sit, eat.” Turning away from her so she has no other choice but to sit down. I start washing the breakfast dishes and cleaning up the stove and counters where Kenzi got pancake batter all over. That little girl is adorable, and I can’t imagine why her own father isn’t taking care of her. The son of a bitch. I want to protect her and her mother from the world.
“Declan, I said you can’t be here.”
Turning to her and taking steps slowly towards her, I meet her stare. Nostrils flaring, but desperately trying to remind myself this woman fears men, I respond the only way I can.
“It’s my house, so obviously I can be here whenever I want.”
For every step I take towards her, Savannah takes a step backward until she’s
flat against the wall. Reaching up, I gently run my fingers down her velvety soft cheek.
Savannah is shaking her head at me but doesn’t seem too sure of herself.
“That’s not how it works, Declan.”
“Baby girl, I know you aren’t used to a man taking care of you, but you will get used to it. You are mine now, and I’m going to be around a lot. You are going to learn to trust me and stop fighting this.”
Looking into her caramel-colored eyes, I could get lost in them. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“I don’t need a man, Declan. I need to be left alone. Trusting a man got me into this mess to begin with.”
“I’m not your asshole ex, Savannah.” Putting my hand softly around her throat, I hold her so she can’t look away, but I don’t cut off her air. Knowing she’s been abused, I’m willing to handle her with the utmost care until she fully trusts me. Then she’s getting all the hand necklaces I can give her.
Scrunching her nose and wrinkling her eyebrows, I realize I’ve said too much, and Savannah is going to be pissed.
“Declan, I’ve never told you I had an asshole ex. How would you know that?”
Clambering for answers I don’t have, I lie, “It doesn’t take a genius to know you have an ex, Savannah. You have a daughter, you flinch every time I’m around, and when you saw my brother in his sheriff’s uniform you had a goddamn panic attack.”
She gasps and shakes her head back and forth. “You know nothing.”
“Don’t deceive me, darlin’,” I counter.
“I’m not. I don’t—”
Detecting the lie as soon as it leaves her mouth, I press my lips against hers, swallowing any further protests. At first, she’s stiff, but then she melts into me and opens her mouth as I sweep my tongue against hers. The kiss is slow and gentle. I don’t want to scare her when we are making progress, but I also won’t hide my dominant urges.
A whimper escapes Savannah’s lips as our kiss turns frantic, our tongues battling for dominance. I feel her hands run through my hair. My dick is so fucking hard I want to dive into her soft, warm heat, but I know she’s not ready yet .
Trying to relieve the pressure in my groin, I push my cock against her. She responds by rubbing on it, mewling like a cat in heat. My baby girl is going to be a blast in bed.
All too suddenly, she seems to remember herself and pulls away from me as if she wasn’t just ready to hump me into next week.
Savannah repeats her earlier denial as her cheeks turn bright red. “I don’t.”
“So, if I put my hands in those panties you have on, I won’t find them wet?”
Her eyes are no longer locked on mine, but on the floor. “No, of course not.”
And for that, I have to prove her wrong. I can’t allow her to deny that she feels drawn to me just as much as I do to her. Holding her in place, I pop the button on her shorts open and plunge my hand inside of the waistband. My fingers sink into her hot, wet pussy.
“Oh yeah. My baby girl lies. That sounds like you need another swat when you get that spanking.” Grinning, I can’t help but to be conceited. I pull my hand out of her pants and bring my wet fingers to my lips, licking them clean. “You taste almost as sweet as your lies.”
She draws in a deep breath as if she’s shocked by my actions, but I have to show her a lot. Things won’t shock her anymore once I get my filthy hands on her.
“I’ve got work to do. Missing work because I’m obsessed with the new girl in town isn’t conducive to running a business. When you decide to tell the truth, call me.” And with that, I leave her standing against the wall with a wet, aching pussy and her mouth hanging open in shock.
I wasn’t lying when I said I had to work. My obsession with Savannah has monopolized all of my time. All I do is think about her, follow her, watch her. The number of tracking devices and cameras I’ve installed, just so I can watch her, has me questioning my sanity. Plus, my crew is going to think I’ve lost my mind, and I don’t want to set a poor example, I’m the boss, after all.
I drive my old pickup truck to the other side of the mountain and down a path where we have been harvesting trees. Getting out of the truck, I take a deep breath and look out over the landscape. This job has kept me alive for the last two years when I had nothing else to live for. I love everything about it. The scenery is gorgeous. The air is fresh and smells of pine and earth. There’s something soothing about being outside. Now that I feel like my life has purpose again, I want to spend all of my time with my girls, but I’ve also missed being out here with the land and the trees.
Growing up in a small town, I wanted to venture out into the world and experience life in a bustling city. However, when I tried it, I loathed every moment. The city life only lasted through my college years before I made my way back home. Now, the winding mountain roads and the crisp, refreshing mountain air are all I crave.
I can’t help but wonder if Savannah shares the same sentiment about living here permanently, especially after we rid her of that piece-of-shit husband. She’s the only reason I would ever leave these magnificent mountains again. If she truly despises this place, then I’m willing to go wherever she wants to live. But I really hope to convince her that this is the ideal setting to raise our family, even though I’ve secluded myself and transformed into a recluse over the past few years.
The shame and rumors became unbearable. Lisa, with no sense of decency, would boast about her affair with my father. Feeling inadequate for not keeping my woman satisfied enough to prevent her from finding sex elsewhere was a heavy burden to bear. No one said it to my face, but I always sensed their judgment, or perhaps it was just my own self-doubt. Lisa’s habit of blaming me for her actions only intensified those feelings, and when someone tells you something repeatedly, you eventually believe it. Now I realize she wasn’t worth my time, but Savannah is. I should have recognized Lisa’s talent for manipulating and distorting the truth, but I was blinded by my infatuation. Regrettably, half the men in this town fell victim to her charms as well.
The air smells heavy of freshly cut wood and the sound of chainsaws reverberates through the forest. The crew supervisor, a rugged and experienced lumberjack, is a man of few words. His weathered face reflects years of hard work in harsh weather. As I approach him, I can’t help but feel a sense of guilt for him having to pick up my slack. Each one of us is dedicated to this profession, and it shows in the way we handle the isolation and countless hours of overtime. We understand that being a lumberjack is not just a job; it’s a way of life. We breathe in the fresh forest air, feeling the pulse of nature around us. We are connected to the land, the trees, and the rhythm of the seasons. It is this deep connection that fuels our passion and drives us to do this kind of work.
For every tree my company cuts down, I have a separate crew that goes behind us and plants two more. That means we have deadlines to meet so they can come in and do their jobs.
Every guy on my crew has their own tasks to complete. Usually, it’s their preference, but we change it up at times. We all cut trees down, obviously, and then we have two guys who connect cables around the logs to be dragged by the tractors. There’s another guy that operates the machinery that drags the logs to the landing deck area. Finally, we have other men who separate the logs by species and type of wood. Then we load them onto trucks where drivers take them to lumberyards.
This job, being so labor intensive, is how I’ve dealt with life since Lisa screwed everything up. I would work myself to exhaustion, just so I didn’t have to think about things. All I had to do was shower and fall into bed each night.
Now that I have Savannah and Kenzi, I plan to hire more people to help, so I don’t have to work such long hours. I don’t want to miss our little girl growing up. Plus, seeing how exhausted Savannah is, being a single mother who has to work hard to make ends meet, has opened my eyes. She needs someone who can take some of that responsibility. I’m that person! My company is in great shape financially, so she doesn’t need to work unless she chooses to, and I’m willing and able to take care of our kids. Kids. That’s right. I like the way that sounds in my head. I can’t wait to plant my seed in Savannah’s belly.
Every time I think of her with rounder hips, fuller tits, and a large stomach, my cock hardens. Not being able to wait to taste your woman’s breast milk is normal, right?
After working a full day, I’m covered in dirt, sawdust, and sweat. Thinking about what else I’m going to do to get Savannah to fall in love with me, I decide my mom’s house is the place to go.
As I pull up in front of her house, my mom opens the door with wide eyes. Mom is in her sixties, but she looks much younger and is still beautiful. She takes good care of herself and stays active. I’ve been hiking with her and tapped out before she did. My father was the stupidest piece of shit for cheating on Mom with Lisa. Lisa is now known as the town whore, whereas my mom is known as the town sweetheart.
“Declan, honey. Is everything okay?”
Walking over, I bend down and give her a kiss on the forehead and hug her tight. “Of course it is, Mama. Can’t a son come visit his mom when he wants to?”
“Of course, you can, but you usually don’t. Now, Declan James, you tell me right now what’s wrong,” she says, using her sternest mom voice.
“Mom, I just came by to ask if I can take some roses from your garden out back? I’m going to need a lot of them, so I’ll only steal one this time. From now on, I can go down to Laughin’ Lillies. Maybe Lilli can show me how to keep the roses fresh, so I don’t have to make that trip every day.”
My mother arches her brows. “What in the world are you up to needing roses?”
“They are for Savannah,” I simply reply.
Instantly, her mouth curves into a wide smile.
“You are getting roses for Savannah?”
“Yes, Mama. Now I don’t have any ideas yet, but we will be planning a wedding soon. ”
Her face lights up like I’ve never seen it before, and she jumps into my arms, crying. It doesn’t bother her that I’m filthy and sweaty. Mom raised two boys, and we were pretty dirty as kids, always playing in the mud. She doesn’t think twice about getting dirty when it comes to showing affection to my brother and me.
Afterwards, she reaches up and holds both cheeks in her hands. “Declan, I’m so happy you are looking forward to life again. You don’t know how much it’s broken my heart that your father betrayed you the way he did.”
“I know, Mama. I feel the same way about you. You didn’t deserve what he did, either.”
“Let’s go get the most beautiful roses we can find in the garden. I can’t wait to officially have Savannah and Kenzi as part of the family.”
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After leaving Mom’s, I check the cameras. I’ve looked a few times throughout the day to see what Savannah and Kenzi were doing. She cleaned and grocery shopped, played outside with our girl, and then she went in and showered. If she knew I watched her undressing and getting out of the shower, she would kick me in the balls. But what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
Right now, it looks like she’s trying to relax while Kenzi is napping. She is reading a raggedy book, but it looks like it’s seen better days. That’s a problem I can easily fix.
After running home and getting a quick shower, I realize I miss my girls. I know Savannah cooked dinner a bit ago and put Kenzi down for bed. Not wanting to miss any time with her, I berate myself for not leaving work sooner. If I’m going to be a good father, I need to remember to manage my time better.
As Savannah gets ready for bed, I observe on my phone screen. She takes everything off except her delicate lace panties. Luscious brown locks cascade in soft waves down her back. Though still a bit too thin, she’s gaining weight slowly, revealing her enticing curves, which make my dick rock-hard. My cock grows as she pulls on a shirt and that’s when I realize my baby girl is wearing my shirt.
“That’s right, baby,” I whisper, my voice filled with possessiveness. “Let my clothes caress your velvety smooth skin. No other man will have the privilege of touching you again.” The thought of that makes my cock leak, and I reach down to adjust my throbbing dick.
Fixated on the phone screen, I wait until my girl’s breathing evens out, then I make my move. Grabbing the spare key I keep to her cabin means I don’t have to break in like a common criminal. Quietly making my way through the house into Savannah’s room, I stand over her peacefully sleeping body. Gently, I reach down and move a lock of hair from her angelic face. I can’t help but admire the way the moonlight illuminates her delicate features, casting a soft glow on her flawless skin. It’s in moments like these that I truly appreciate her beauty and realize the hold she has over me.
With a gentle touch, I trace my fingers along her jawline, savoring the feeling of her soft skin. The warmth of her breath against my hand gives me full-body shudders, amplifying the lust running through me. The desire to feel her beneath me, while I explore every inch of her body with my tongue, grows exponentially. I don’t know how much longer I can resist the urge to sink into her warm, wet heat.
Carefully, I lean down, my lips hovering just above hers, captivated by the intoxicating scent of her. She smells like her apple shampoo and lotion. The temptation to taste her becomes overpowering, but I restrain myself, knowing that the time for that will come soon enough.
As I straighten myself, a surge of arousal courses through me, making my cock even harder, if that’s possible. It’s leaking precum, and I’m desperate to get some relief. Not knowing the extent of Savannah’s abuse, I don’t want to traumatize her. Discreetly, I adjust my throbbing erection and tiptoe out of her bedroom and into her ensuite bathroom. Tonight is about more than just satisfying my own needs; it’s about cherishing and worshiping the woman who has captured my heart. That being said, I have to mark her in some way. She’s mine. All I can think of is mine, mine, mine. I want to beat my chest like a caveman and show everyone who she belongs to.
Standing in her bathroom, I pick up her apple-scented lotion from the counter and move toward the shower. Determined to contain any mess I might make, I walk into the shower and unbuckle my belt, opening my jeans. Once I’ve released my aching dick, I stroke it from root to tip twice. I flip the top off the lotion and as I stand in Savannah’s shower, I lean forward, placing one hand on my throbbing cock and the other holding the open bottle of lotion. Fisting myself roughly, I run my hand back and forth over the length of cock and close my eyes tightly. Just the thought of Savannah being in this shower with me almost makes me blow my load. The need to fuck her is almost uncontrollable, and just for that moment, I let my imagination run wild.
As I lift her, holding her body against the wall, she wraps her legs around my hips. My cock is leaking precum at the tip. Without hesitation, I notch it to her tight entrance. She’s so wet and warm. Sliding just the tip in, her pussy flutters around me. A hiss escapes my mouth as I push further into her hot body. She gasps as my enormous cock stretches her tight entrance, and I’m unable to look away.
“Fuck.” I know I have to stay quiet, but I’m so turned on and can’t stop the sound escaping as she digs her fingernails into my shoulders and back. I’m so big she lets out a moan that’s half pleasure and half pain. As she relaxes a bit more, I speed up my thrusts. My eyes nearly roll back in my head, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my entire life. Groaning, as I imagine sinking deeper into her wet channel, I find it increasingly difficult to stay quiet.
“Baby, fuck, you feel so good,” I tell her with a gravelly voice.
Savannah’s heart is pounding, and her heavy breath is causing her chest to rise and fall faster.
“God, Declan, fuck me harder.”
With that, I fuck her hard and fast as she continues to whimper and moan. I keep fucking her overheated body while she tugs at my hair. My hips maintain a rolling rhythm as pleasure takes over. Reaching down between us, I rub my finger against her clit. Waves of sensation flow through my hard cock as it jerks and throbs. With pulsing thrusts, a tingling sensation starts low in my center, and I find myself compelled to fuck her harder and faster.
She screams out her release as I go over the edge right after her. Filling her up with cum, I grate out, “Mine,” through clenched teeth. My last thought before I fall into oblivion is I hope I just fucked my baby into her .
As I open my eyes, I see my cum all over the lotion bottle and my hand. Most went inside the bottle, but some escaped. I put the top on it, shake the bottle, and button up my pants. Moving over to the sink, I rinse the excess cum off the bottle, so it looks untouched. Now she’ll smell like me. Savannah puts this lotion on her entire body every time she gets out of the shower. With pride, I tiptoe back into my girl’s room.
After one last glance at Savannah’s peacefully slumbering form, I quietly retreat from the cabin with a huge grin on my face as I make my way home.