Page 24 of Property of the Woodsman

“We better get to sleep. Mabel is going to want you at the wedding in the morning.”

“How do you know that?”

“She texted someone to text me so I would talk to you. She said you sounded really sad when you guys talked earlier. She told me how you’re putting up all these walls to protect yourself, and that you needed a push.”

“Is that why you came over tonight?”

“No,” he shakes his head and smiles, “but it was the push I needed to take what I want.”

“Well then, I owe her.” I tip up onto my toes and land a kiss on his lips. “I’m happy you’re here, even if you did sneak in through the back window and touch me in my sleep.”

“You write romance, can’t you use that?”

“Yeah.” I grin. “I’ll definitely be using that.”

He leans down and kisses my lips gently, the soft rub of his beard against my chin. “I love you, little rabbit.”

“Love you more, big rabbit.”

“What?” he narrows his brows and shakes his head. “No, that’s not a good one.”

“Really?” I laugh. “I kind of like it. You’re big rabbit, I’m little rabbit. It’s perfect.”

Bending forward, he lifts me up onto his shoulder and carries me up the steps, his hand on my ass as he spanks me lightly. “You know what? You can call me whatever you want. I’m just happy to be here.”

I never would have thought in a million years I’d fall for a man who’d been to prison, but Atlas is who he is because of the life he’s lived, and truthfully, I wouldn’t have him any other way.

Epilogue

Atlas

Two Years Later

I lean into Jen’s neck and growl low, my dick already deep inside of her tight little core. I swear I’ll never grow tired of this feeling, these sounds, or the salty-sweet scent she gives off when she’s aroused. It’s my version of heaven, and I’ll take it over and over again for the rest of eternity.

“You know how much I love your body,” I groan and drive into her harder, fucking her sloppy little hole with the intent of a man who hasn’t had her in weeks. That wasn’t by design, but apparently sex is forbidden for six weeks after a baby is born.

Six whole weeks without sliding into my little rabbit. Granted, we’ve been busy as hell with feedings, diapers, spit-ups, and doctor appointments. People told us how tired we’d be for doing this later in life, and I have to say, so far, they were right. I’m beat.

Beat, but happier than I’ve ever been.

We’re still living out on my childhood property, and Jackson is here full time now as well. I’m not sure what happened to Reed, but he lost interest in being a consistent father around the time Em left him. Someone in town said he moved to Arizona. All I know is that Jackson and Jen are better off without him.

Plus, having Jackson here with the baby has been helpful and fun to watch. He’s become a rough and tumble kind of kid, but he also loves picking his baby sister’s outfits, telling her stories, and drawing her pictures of all the things she can do out on the property.

So far, he’s drawn up directions on how to climb trees, hunt for wild turkey, and look for fairies in the rock garden we built for Jen right before Clara was born. I can’t give Jen her childhood property back, but I can make this one feel like it belongs to her.

I thrust into my girl, balls drawing up as I stare into her dark brown eyes. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“And you’re a liar,” she moans, gripping the sheets tightly as she talks, “but keep going.”

“That’s my girl, taking this big dick so well.”

“Yes!” she pants and moans as I continue to pound against her fragile frame. “I need it! I need you so badly!”

I blow out a heavy breath and will my release to pause for a minute, but it’s been too long, I’m too hard, and there’s nothing I can do. “You better come for me, little rabbit. I’m gonna blow.”

Her pussy twitches and grips my cock harder as she squirms and bounces back and forth, her leaking tits floating up and down like milky jugs desperate for my attention.