Halloween with the Hunk: A Lumberjack Romance (Holiday Studs Book 1) Read online

  Back upstairs, the girl still looked shaken— beautiful and no longer in a bath towel, unfortunately— but shaken. She poured a shot of whiskey with unsteady hands, threw it back like a champ and introduced herself. “I’m Cass. Well, it’s Cassie— I mean, it’s actually Cassandra but I go by Cass.”

  Her cheeks flushed as I smiled. “I’m Landon.”

  “Um, let me get you a drink.”

  “Not necessary. I should really be going.”

  “No, please. I insist. You saved me from a huge gross bug. It’s the least I can do.”

  “Really, I need to—”

  “I insist,” she said, dark eyes flashing something that wasn’t just a neighbor returning a favor.

  Dark eyes and hair with curves to spare— God help me. She was short, maybe five foot two at best. I could probably pick her up with one hand and pin her to a wall with just my hips, rip off her clothes... “I should go.” I was not stepping into my old role.

  She shoved the drink in my hand. “I already told you it’s the least I can do. Now throw it back like a man and tell me how it’s possible for bugs to come out of my drain.”

  I smirked at her and did what I was told. For now, anyway. “Alright, one drink and then I do have to go.” I took the shot and explained S-traps to her. “...so when they dry up it clears the path for any creepy crawlies to creep and crawl their way in. What I can’t work out is why they didn’t have the caretaker come over and turn the water and router back on before you got here.”

  “Oh. I’m not a real renter. I’m a friend of their daughter’s. This was so last minute they probably didn’t have time to ask someone to come over.”

  I nodded. That made sense.

  “Wait a minute. Did you say router? You got the internet to work?” She flipped open her laptop, tapped a few keys and then she was flying at my neck. “Thank you!” she said as she gave me a surprisingly painful bear hug. It only lasted a moment before she stepped back, suddenly self-conscious. “I mean, I really shouldn’t be spending any time on the internet anyway, not with a thesis to get done, but I appreciate you getting it sorted out for me.”

  Thesis, huh? So she wasn’t just a nice face and a great ass. “What’s your thesis statement?”

  “Oh, I’m an economics grad so I’m sure it would be pretty boring to someone like—” she cut herself off before she finished the thought.

  Someone like me.

  I wasn’t surprised. I knew how I came across. Context is everything. If the first time she’d seen me was in a thousand dollar suit in front of a group of board members instead of, say, shirtless and chopping wood on my grandfather’s property, she’d have put me in a very different category. I leaned against the kitchen island, glancing at her submission paperwork. NYU. They have one of the best post-grad econ programs in the nation. She wasn’t just regular smart, she was gifted smart. “Why don’t you try me, Cass. I might surprise you.”

  “Well, I’m an Economic Sociologist, so it’s not just the numbers but how the numbers affect a group or groups of people. My thesis attempts to ascertain the effect social media has and will continue to have on marketing.”

  I nodded. “Go on.”

  “Well, the way people consume media content has changed drastically within the last ten years. Gone are the days when you only have twenty-one-minute sitcoms because the network needs nine minutes for advertising. People aren’t watching commercials anymore. They aren’t seeing ads the way the used to. Smart businesses realize this and adapt with advertising to match. But with that comes an even smaller window to convince someone to buy your thing. Most streaming services offer no commercial options but even the ones that do run ads only give you five seconds before a user has the option to click away. If you don’t— convince them that is— they’ll click away every time. So, I’m asserting that future margins will decrease to zero and we’ll have to re-engineer marketing all over again.”

  As beautiful as she was before, talking about her passion made her come alive. Her eyes burned with conviction and she spoke with authority and confidence. It was a huge turn on.

  I sighed. “I should go.”

  “Mmm. Right. You did say just one drink.” She followed me to the front door and let me out. “But, maybe you could stay?”

  I looked down at her. Jesus fuck she was biting her lip. “I—I can’t.” I turned and walked back to my grandfather’s property.

  I stomped into the house, slamming every door I could.

  “Fuck!” I paced in the master bathroom, trying to decide if I was going to take a cold shower or go back over there and take her up on her offer.

  A cold shower wasn’t going to calm me down, not the way I needed. Only something physical would do the trick.

  I thought about pissing Edna off again.

  Why do that when there was a perfectly willing, perfectly gorgeous girl right next door nearly begging me to fuck her brains out?

  Did I really want to step back into the role I thought I’d left behind me?

  5

  Cass

  I watched him walk away and sighed. That sucked.

  I’d never been turned down before. Not that I’d done much asking. But still. Rejection stung. ”Well, I tried, Jeannie. The lumberjack just doesn’t want me.” I went upstairs and picked up where I left off.

  Double checking the drain this time, I turned the water on full blast to flush away any creepy crawlies that might be lingering. When I was convinced I’d be showering alone, I adjusted the temperature and got undressed. I scrubbed and lathered and rinsed the road trip off me and slipped into some warm and comfy polka dot pajamas.

  I crawled into the huge king bed and snuggled deep into the soft, expensive linens, closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

  My body was tired but my mind wouldn’t stop— pretty normal for me. Usually, I’m stuck thinking about my undergrads or whether I’ve gathered enough sources for my thesis or even numbers in general.

  A busy mind was kind of my thing.

  But the chatter in my head tonight was very different. All I could think of was Landon and that woodsy, masculine scent I’d caught when I hugged him, and the gorgeous blue eyes I hadn’t noticed before because I was too busy staring at his ripply chest and abs. Or how he made me feel when he looked down at me with undeniable heat in his eyes. It was only there for a moment but I saw it.

  My hands slid down my body and into the waist of my PJs.

  If he wouldn’t then I’d have to take care of business myself. I spread my legs wide and...

  Knock knock knock.

  My heart stopped.

  Could it be? God, I hoped so.

  I hopped out of bed, ran downstairs and threw the door open, grateful that it actually was Landon standing there all perfect and gorgeous and not some weirdo knocking on my door in the middle of the night.

  “Hi.” I barely got out the word before he rushed me, picking me up and kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before. I melted under him as he held my face and wedged me between the wall and his hips. My head spun as he claimed my mouth, probing and tasting me while he tugged at my pajama top. He pulled away to take it off, leaving me breathless and drunk on his kisses.

  He leaned back, hips still pinning me to the wall and looked at me. “What great little tits,” he said.

  I looked down. “Yeah, they’re small but I make up for it with my ass.”

  Landon smirked, a playful twinkle in his eye. “What’s to make up for? They’re fucking perfect.” He cupped one, tweaking my nip as he claimed my neck, sucking and licking, making me groan and pull him closer.

  Holy fuck I didn’t know it could be like this.

  I was totally lost in him and the sensations he coaxed from me. I rocked against his hips, pressing myself against his very hard, very large bulge, feeling myself growing hotter and wetter and wanting so much for him to take me right there in the foyer.

  He chuckled softly against my neck. “In a hurry?”

 
I shook my head. “You just turn me on so much.”

  Landon growled at my words, probably the sexiest noise I’d ever heard in my whole life. “As much as I’d like to fuck you right here against this wall— and let me tell you that’s the only thing I’ve been thinking about— I’m not going to rush through this. You’re getting my A game, honey.”

  I whimpered, pressing myself against him even more. Landon tangled his hand in my hair, tugging my head to the side. “You keep doing that and I’ll have to restrain you,” he rumbled in my ear.

  The thought of being totally helpless and vulnerable to this god of a man made my whole body tingle.

  Landon noticed, pulling away to look at me. “You like that idea, don’t you?”

  I nodded, feeling my cheeks grow warm and red.

  In one smooth motion, Landon pulled me off the wall, tightened his grip on my ass and carried me upstairs. He chucked me on the bed. “Take off your pants,” he said.

  I shimmied out of my embarrassing polka dot pajamas without hesitation.

  Landon nodded, giving me the once-over, letting his eyes linger on the wet spot on the front of my panties. He smirked at me then bent down and picked up my pajama pants.

  “What are you—” But before I could ask Landon pounced, straddling me and grabbing my wrists. He tied me up with my PJs, my fuzzy pink polka dot PJs, and then tied them to the headboard.

  He looked at his handiwork a moment, then met my gaze, an impish glint in his eyes. “That should do,” he said and tugged off my ruined underwear. “Tell me, Cass,” he purred as he stroked up and down my thigh with the pad of his finger. “How many times would you like to come tonight?”

  “Uh, I’m good with just once, I think.”

  He sure looked like he knew his way around the female anatomy and holy hell he was hot but I was the only one who’d ever successfully gotten myself to orgasm. And even that took battery assistance.

  He grinned at me, a full on Hollywood-leading-man gleaming smile. “Well, how about I start with one and we see how it goes.” He sat on the bed between my knees and gently pushed my legs apart. “Oh, honey, you’ve got such a pretty little pussy.”

  If my hands hadn’t been tied I would have hidden behind them.

  “And you’re so fucking wet.”

  I whimpered under his scrutiny.

  A dark look crossed his features. “You know I was going to draw this out and tease you a bit. But I think if I just...” And just like that he had two thick fingers inside me, pressing hard and fast against my inner wall while his thumb stroked up and down on my clit.

  The pressure built so fast I hardly recognized what was happening.

  And then I did. “Oh fuck, holy shit, I’m gonna...” I came so hard and so quickly I couldn’t even finish the sentence. I bucked all over the bed, screaming and moaning as wave after wave crashed into me over and over again until I thought there was no way there could be more. But there was more. It was the longest orgasm I’d ever had and Landon kept stroking my clit and g-spot, milking it for every last bit.

  When it finally stopped I laid on the bed shaking and twitching.

  Landon looked down at me, huge grin spanning ear to ear. “Are you sure you only want one?

  6

  Landon

  I’d been with enough women to tell which ones were going to make me work to get them off and which ones where wound so tight they just needed a little nudge.

  Cass needed less than a nudge. I got her off in record time. And I planned on doing it many, many more times.

  I pulled off my shirt, giving her a few moments to recover.

  “Mmm, don’t do that,” she murmured, eyeing my chest through her lashes.

  “Don’t do what?”

  “Don’t take off your shirt.”

  “Why not? I asked around a laugh.

  She tugged at the makeshift restraints. “Because you’re so fucking hot and all I want to do is touch you.”

  A rumble left my throat. “You can touch me all you want. After I’ve had my fun. Deal?”

  “Deal,” she whispered as I circled her navel with my tongue.

  “Are you ready for some more?”

  My balls tightened at the sexy groan she made.

  Without warning, without any buildup, I dove into her pretty little pussy, sucking right on her clit until she writhed beneath me.

  “Oh god! Fuck!”

  She was already about to come. Jesus, I’d never been with anyone so easy to please.

  I put a forearm across her hips to keep her from bucking away and slid three fingers into her. Cass went wild, screaming so loud her voice broke and went hoarse as she rode her orgasm back down to earth.

  “I knew you’d be sweet,” I said wiping my mouth as she shivered with aftershocks. I slid my hands under her hips. “I’m gonna flip you over. Don’t worry, there’s enough slack in the pajamas that they’ll twist with you.” She nodded. I rolled her over and just like that Cass was on her elbows and knees, her fucking amazing ass right in my face. I gave it a good, solid smack and couldn’t help the rumble in my throat as her ass giggled under my touch. “Jesus fuck, honey, your ass...” I smacked it again and she moaned beneath me. “Do you like that?”

  “Mhmm.”

  I smacked her full, round cheek again, this time hard enough to leave a mark.

  She gasped but leaned into my hand instead of away from it. That told me everything I needed to know.

  Cass liked it rough. Just how rough? Well, I’d have to figure that out. “Cass?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Red and yellow, okay?”

  “Wha...?”

  “Yellow means caution, red means stop. If I touch you in any way that you don’t like, that’s how you’ll let me know, okay?”

  Cass nodded, head lolling between her shoulder.

  “Say it back to me, honey.”

  She sighed. “Red is stop, yellow is caution. Say it if I don’t like it.”

  I shook my head. Such a waste. If only I had known I’d end up Doming a sub who didn’t know she was a sub, I’d have brought some accessories. I looked around the room for anything I could use.

  Bingo. I snatched a peacock feather from an ugly fake flower arrangement and drew circles down Cass’s spine to the red mark I’d left on her ass cheek. She twitched and shivered beneath it. I kissed the mark gently, then slapped her other cheek.

  “Ooooh!” she cried out but again leaned into the sensation.

  Fuck. I wanted nothing more than to yank off my pants and slam my cock into her dripping little pussy. But I also wanted to see just how open she was to other things. I set the feather down, grabbed her hips and lightly sunk my teeth into her ass. I sucked and swirled my tongue around before moving on to a new spot and biting a little harder. Each time Cass moaned and pushed into it until I was biting so hard I left marks.

  I wouldn’t break the skin, that was a no-no for me. But damn if I wasn’t happy to walk the line.

  Careful not to bite the same spot twice, I found an extra sensitive area. Just as Cass’s moans started to peak I eased a few fingers into her. She bucked and screamed and I upped the ante, running my thumb across her clit.

  “Oh, fuck! Oh, god, fuck, fuck!” she panted, hips and ass bouncing with my strokes.

  She was about to come again— I felt her tightening.

  I could have kept doing what I was and just let her fall over the edge.

  Or...

  ... I could up the ante again.

  I hooked my arm around her hips, drew out the strokes on her clit and g-spot, and buried my face in her gorgeous fucking ass.

  She wailed as soon as my tongue hit her puckered hole and came everywhere, all over my hand, down her legs, everywhere.

  She collapsed on the bed, legs trembling, and eyes unfocused. I kissed the top of her head, got a towel and stroked the smooth curve of her back while I cleaned us both up.

  I untied her, letting her have as long as she needed to recover.


  To my amazement, she rolled over, looked me in the eye and said, “Your turn. Take off your fucking pants.”

  7

  Cass

  I couldn’t get over the look of shock on Landon’s face. What was to be shocked about? He’d just given me not one but THREE of the best orgasms of my life. Maybe the best of anyone’s life.

  Of course I was going to return the favor. Immediately.