Chapter 6
ANSEL
Iadore so many things about Lynn, a big one being that she's not clingy, and completely mellow. She understands that I can't return her texts when I'm halfway up a tree with a chainsaw in my hand, just like she can only respond on breaks when she's at the café.
Yet over the past two days of being apart, we've bonded together even more over those sporadic texts. Chatting, sharing photos of our days, asking a ton of questions.
She's perfect for me. I can feel it.
The only possible hitch I can see is when she meets my family. They're a loud and rowdy bunch of guys when they get riled up, and Lynn is so quiet. She's met them individually at the café, I think, but they're so different when they're all together. I know it's going to be a bit much.
Driving to Acorns, I'm running a bit late. She's waiting out front, and I jump out of the truck to wrap her in my arms. "I'm so sorry I'm late."
Her sweet light laugh fills me with joy. "Seven minutes isn't late. I only came out a moment ago."
After helping her into the truck, I jump in again and start driving. "I haven't showered yet, so I have to go home first. Then we could go anywhere you like."
Her fingers tap lightly on her knee, which I'm learning is a signal that she's thinking about what to say.
"If you have ideas, I'm open to suggestions," I add.
Lynn smiles. "What if we got takeout and just hung out at your place?"
Squeezing her knee, I give her a wink. "You know, every man dreams of a low-maintenance gal. Usually it takes months of extensive training. Yet here you are on our third date, all ready to do some serious loafing."
Her chin lifts. "Believe it or not, I'm quite experienced in the art of loafing. I've read three books on the subject, so I'm practically an expert."
By the time we roll up my driveway, we've floated the idea of Loafing 101 being taught in college, with the students teaching the professors.
"This is your house?" Her eyes are huge as I help her out, keeping an arm around her waist.
"Yeah. We all wanted to get places next to Mom, and there wasn't a lot on the market. It's a bit bigger than I wanted."
As we walk inside, she nods very seriously. "Yes. I can see all of this extra space being a terrible bother. Awful, really."
Spinning her against me, I brush a soft kiss across her lips. "I love that you're so funny."
Her soft gray eyes study me carefully as I nod, letting her know that I used the word love casually but intentionally.
Her hand wanders up my chest, and I jump back dramatically. "No. Nonononono. You deserve better than a smelly, filthy lumberjack. Come upstairs so that I can transform into a clean lumberjack that doesn't stink."
Lynn giggles sweetly as I take her hand and lead her up the stairs, passing several empty bedrooms on the way to my huge suite.
"Right this way." We go through the walk-in closet that leads to the bathroom, and I pull out a stool that sits at what will perhaps be her makeup table when she moves in with me.
Time stops as I replay that thought in my mind. It sprang to mind so automatically, and feels so deeply good. Lynn is going to move in with me someday. Yes.
"We can talk while I shower, but you might have to yell a bit. Think of it as practice for when we come across forest wildlife that's a bit bigger than you expect."
She peeks into the bathroom and sees that the shower is far enough around the corner that I won't actually be naked in front of her. Placing a quick kiss on her forehead, I peel off my shirt as I walk away, giving her a clear view of the intricate Yggdrasil tattoo across my back.
"It's an old Norse symbol, the tree of life," I explain. "I like the symbolism of the cycle of birth, growth, death, rebirth. Like the way fallen leaves fertilize the soil for next year."
Turning on the water, I strip, then jump in and grab the soap. "What are some of your favorite symbols?" I call out, working conditioner into my beard so that I don't scratch her skin when we kiss.
By the time I'm clean, I've learned that Lynn loves graphic icons more than actual symbols, that she wants to be a full-time web designer, and that she dreams of having a massive vegetable garden. The pot of mint in her kitchen window is a reminder of that.
Her voice gets clearer, and I peek out to see that she has moved the stool right to the edge of the doorway. That feels encouraging. I want her to be completely comfortable with me.
Several people have described me as imposing, because of my size.
My face is sterner than my brothers', especially with the beard.
That worked out well when I was negotiating multi million-dollar deals and deciding who would be given rights to our software, but now I worry that I might be too much for Lynn.
She still jumps occasionally when I reach out for her, and sometimes thinks long and hard before speaking. I need her to be comfortable.
Turning off the water, I wrap a towel around my waist before stepping out, so there's no chance of her getting an eyeful of my semi-erect dick, even in the mirror.
"Should I go into the bedroom while you get dressed?" she asks.
I lean around the corner to smile. "For the moment, I have a towel protecting your delicate eyes." Stepping out, I'm delighted that she laughs loudly at my blotchy pink knee-length sarong.
"You mixed a red t-shirt with a load of white towels by mistake?" she sputters.
"Actually, it was board shorts. But I actually kind of like this tie-dye pink look." I shimmy my hips like an inexpert belly dancer.
Still laughing, she leaves the closet to go sit on the bed, and I'm not sure what she's expecting or hoping for. Pulling out some comfortable clothes, I'd rather stay bare. More to the point, I want Lynn to be bare, too.
"Fair warning, I'm about to drop my fancy pink towel. I don't care if you see everything, because I have nothing to hide from you. But I don't want to shock or offend you either. So you can look, or turn away and shut your eyes, your pick."
I pause for a second, watching her bite that perfect bottom lip. She's not turning away.
Stepping closer, my voice drops. "Unless of course, you make me stare at that sexy mouth, in which case I will have no choice but to come in for a kiss."
Lynn sits up straight, fingers tapping on her knee, but with a deep sparkle in her eyes. "You've cast some kind of spell over me to make me less shy. Do you think it's permanent?"
"I don't know. That's up to you." I take a step closer.
"Well, I hope it's permanent." She pauses, her eyes wandering down my bare chest. "Because I'm curious."
"About what?"
"Everything." She looks me dead in the eye, then sinks her teeth into her bottom lip while attempting to hold back a smile.
I couldn't imagine a clearer signal. Launching forward, I kiss her hard and deep and slow, wrapping my arms around her as we lie across the bed. Her graceful hands gravitate to my skin, touching and caressing as she explores every inch of my torso.
"I love the way you touch me," I murmur.
"I love the way you touch me, too."
I begin to untuck the back of her shirt slowly. "I could touch a lot more of you if we removed a few things."
She stares at her open palm in the center of my chest. "That's true."
"This is a big towel. I bet we'd both fit under it."
Lynn leans back, then pulls off her shirt in one smooth motion. It takes me a second to close my jaw, then I shake my head, attempting to look disgusted. "This is a perfectly clean bra without one drop of soup on it. How do I even know you went to work today?"
As soon as she's laughing, I slip my hands behind to unfasten it, and she helps me pull it off.
"The lack of soup stain is suddenly forgiven." Clasping her incredible breasts in both hands, my eyes widen like a demented cartoon character. "Baby, you're gorgeous from head to toe, but I'm going to need a few minutes with these tits."
She laughs lightly, shaking her soft skin against me as I nuzzle her breasts with my beard, then gently pull a nipple between my lips.
"The gossip around the café says that you're the serious one," she says softly. "I would never have guessed that you're so funny."
"It's all your fault. You make me feel lighter."
Switching to the other side, she quivers as my tongue slowly drags around her nipple. Her fingers slip into the back of my hair, holding my mouth against her as I suck gently.
"Every time you touch me…" She trails off, and I give her a little shake, hoping she'll continue. "It feels like I'm a whole new person. Someone who doesn't stress about everything so much."
Tipping my chin up, I whisper, "I want you to be every single version of yourself. Quiet, loud, laughing, serious. Overthinking things, or completely giving in to the moment. You're in charge, baby. Always."
From the way Lynn's eyes light up, it's clear that she enjoys the feeling of power. "Really? So I can have anything I want?"
"Anything."
Although she's still smiling, her lips press together slightly.
"Then I want…this." She shifts, dropping her shoulder so that her hand can reach down the front of my towel.
The pressure releases the fabric, which falls open.
I was already pretty hard from playing with her incredible breasts.
Now the touch of her soft hand against my shaft causes it to jump to full attention.
"Is it…" Her fingers drift lightly all the way to the base, then back up to the tip, and she shakes her head uncertainly. "Where is it sensitive?"
I love that even at an intimate moment like this, she's curious. Wants to know all of the details. I show her the most sensitive area, around the head. Her fingertips dance along where I show her, then she grips my shaft, stroking the entire length again. "But does this feel good too?"
"Oh, yeah." My voice is already raspy as my breathing becomes heavier. Lying on my back, Lynn watches in fascination at what her touch does to me.
"Am I your toy?" I ask haughtily. "Just a piece of man-meat to amuse you?"
She arches an eyebrow. "Right now? Yes."
If I wasn't already hard as steel, hearing Lynn being sassy with me would have done the trick.
"All right then, do your worst." My hand glides down to cup her breast, squeezing gently. "I haven't had a woman touch me in years, so don't be surprised if things get messy in seconds."
I meant that as a warning, but I can see from the set of her jaw that Lynn takes it as a challenge. Positioning herself between my legs, she strokes my length gently with both hands, running her thumbs up and down the middle as if she were giving me a massage.
It feels so deeply satisfying on so many levels. Her touch is gentle but firm, causing a deep ache just above my balls and in the center of my chest. I didn't think she'd be ready to move so quickly, yet I can sense how much she wants me.
Her thumb drags around the tip where a few drops of pre-come are already gathering. "I'm certainly no expert, but um, no offense, you seem kind of big."
I can't hold back a satisfied smile. "But I thought that's what you wanted. One massive bearded lumberjack with a long, thick cock, who always makes you laugh at inappropriate moments."
She giggles, the friction of her skin on mine creating indescribable tremors through me. Then while her mouth is still wide-open in laughter, she leans forward, running her tongue around the head, licking and sucking as I groan in shock and relief.
My feelings, emotional and physical, have been developing faster than I thought could possibly be normal.
That single gesture tells me that Lynn is right here with me.
My fingers clasp the back of her silky hair, gently encouraging as she bobs her lips up and down.
Her hands stroke the rest of my length, causing my cock to pulse in time with my frantic heartbeat.
"That feels so good." There's a dark edge to my voice.
Lynn steadily increases her pace as she senses the tension deep within me build. Watching her pretty lips gripping my flesh is so hot. So perfectly filthy. I'm going to come.
"Baby," I groan, "I can't hold back. You need to decide if—"
She moans with excitement, pressing her mouth firmly around my cock as she sucks it deeper into her mouth, stroking faster, her intention clear. My shoulders arch forward as I shudder, watching her soft gray eyes burn with passion as I release, my come bursting into her mouth.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she eagerly swallows. I've never experienced this level of passion, of intimacy, of feeling so perfectly close to someone.
Lynn barely has time to lick the last of my come off her lips before I scoop under her shoulders, pulling her taut, sexy body over mine.
Her soft breasts feel incredible against my chest as I kiss her.
This time our mouths molding together is far more heated.
No holding back. Now that I know Lynn truly wants me, I let her feel how much I need her.
Everything becomes steamy and overheated as our tongues play together, our hands caressing frantically. Finally I pull away. "I need to taste you."
Her answer is immediate. "Okay."
She grins as I flip her onto her back, bouncing slightly against the bed. Unfastening her pants and pulling them off, I realize I'm perhaps being a bit too quick and rough. Yet she seems to love it. Noted.
Once she's beautifully naked, stretched across my bed like an offering, I step back. Lifting her foot gently, I kiss a circle around her ankle bone.
Falling in love with Lynn is going to be the best and sweetest thing I ever do. Staring down at her bare pink pussy as I glide my palms along her inner thighs, spreading her open, a transformation washes over me.
Since I first met her, I've wanted Lynn to be mine. Now I need to be hers.
Spreading her delicate pink lips with my thumbs, I slowly graze my tongue through her center, nudging around her clit as she squirms and gasps. The taste of her sweetness in my mouth makes my core and my balls tighten in response.
"I bought condoms yesterday," I say as casually as possible. "I don't know when we'll need them, but I'm just throwing that out there. For now, I need you to come on my tongue. Will you do that for me?"
The fire in her eyes is a gift that I'm going to spend every day trying to earn.
"Yes."