The blinds snapped shut, and a dial tone hummed in my fucking ear. Goddamn bullshit. Little Elle had played me. Again. Except this time, I had a raging boner.
What the fuck, Timber? This was strictly a severe case of morning wood. That was all there was to it.
In no way, shape, or form would I succumb to little Elle Evergreen.
THIRTEEN
Cutting Tension
Noelle
My morning coffee was in my hand, and I went outside into the cold with the hot vapors swirling into the chilled air. I enjoyed the warmth of the mug against my skin as I wandered out onto my back deck to take in the early view of the crisp forest behind my house. The nearby woods were beautiful this time of year with ice built up on the branches and snow covering the ground.
There were faint chirps in the distance of birds who could survive the harsh winter climate, and the sunshine mixed with a vibrant blue sky. The day was fabulous and a wonderful time to be outdoors. It was the perfect place to relax, put dreadful, unwanted thoughts aside, and stop adulting for a while.
I loved how quiet this time of day was, and I intended to take in every damn minute of tranquility. The stillness, serenity, and absolute nothingness. I should go get a romance book and take the time to read before Faith wakes up. She’d be hungry and ready to fill her belly with a good hearty breakfast. Rye toast topped with peanut butter, scrambled eggs with ketchup, and tenderized breakfast sausages. Two, to be exact.
I inhaled the fresh air, catching a hint of the scent of pine trees, and blew out a misty breath. The condensed steam disappeared as quickly as it came, and I leaned against the railing.I closed my eyes and faced the sun’s rays as the warm beams hit my skin, and I let it soak in.
This was life. My world. This was the peace and quiet I had been waiting for all week long. Nothing would break the calmness...
My eyes shot open at a loud thud.
What the fuck?
Another whack.
Did I imagine the sound?
A loud chop. The sound of grunting. A woman gasping.
Holy fuck!
I glanced over at my neighbor’s fence. The noises came from his side and echoed off into the forest. I shook my head and walked a few steps closer to ensure I was hearing things right. I listened carefully, but it wasn’t long before another snap sounded mixed with the erotic sound of a woman.
Jack was having sex in his backyard or engrossed in watching porn!How dare he when he knew a child was next door?
“Harder!” yelled a woman.
I fumed with intense rage, appalled by the size of Jack’s puny brain. He thought only with his cock. He should know better, but this was irresponsible Jack we were talking about. Another reason to hate him, and I was ready to give him a piece of my damn mind.
I stormed inside, leaving a blazing fire of fury in my path, and put down my coffee mug, still half full, on the countertop. I strode straight for the front door, and I hurried through the snow in my red housecoat with reindeer on the fuzzy material. The bun on top of my head bounced witheach powerful stride. I was on a mission to destroy Jack Timber, fully armed to fire his ass straight up the chimney stack.
The back gate to my neighbor’s backyard was slightly ajar without the latch locked up tight. I didn’t waste a moment contemplating whether I should invade my neighbor’s privacy and welcomed myself onto his property. Jack had intruded on mine by partaking in whatever fucked-up sexual fantasy blasted loudly enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.
I glared all the way past Jack’s stupid decor and went straight toward the disturbance, directly for Jack Timber, who had the television on.
Ah-ha! I knew Jack was watching porn! I was right to march back and give him a piece of my mind.
Until I saw a woman’s curling competition on the TV. Jack had his back to me, chopping a wooden stump with an axe. His large bulging forearms were exposed, with veins protruding out of his skin that would leave any woman drooling after him for days—the woman was me.
I couldn’t turn away as Jack lifted the blade above his head and swung the axe down hard with a loud grunt. The woman gasped on television at the exact moment, and I couldn’t help the way my body reacted to the grouchy man and the delicious sounds coming out of his big mouth.
Goddamn.
I should’ve known better than to charge over enemy lines and into King Lumber Jack’s territory. I was in too deep, judging by how soaked my panties were at the sight of him. I stared at the way he tightly gripped the handle in his muscular hands, with his hair all messed up on his head. His plaidshirt was unbuttoned, displaying a magnificent set of washboard abs and sweat rolling down his chest.
Good God.Jack Timber looked like a man who belonged in his backyard having sex. I bet he’d be amazing at pounding pussy too.Mycunt, to be exact—the one aching between my thighs when I shouldn’t let my slit drip for him.
