Free Lumberjack (A Real Man, 1) by Jenika Snow Page B

but I didn’t give a fuck. I’d gone the route of treating a woman with respect, and she’d fucked me over royally. Even before her, I had never been one to hit up the bar trying to stick my dick in the easiest female. And I certainly hadn’t done that after her .
    I opened the bed of my truck and grabbed my cloth. After wiping off my ax, I stored it and closed the bed before walking around to the driver’s side. I was fucking sweaty and filthy, but I’d worked hard as hell, and being exhausted meant I’d crash for the night instead of lying in bed and thinking about how alone I really was. I might like the peace and quiet, and love the solitude, but the fact remained I also liked women, and not having one in years was pretty fucking hard.
    The way they smelled so damn sweet, and the fact they were soft all over, had me harder than steel every damn night. I didn’t think about just one female in particular, but just about women in general. I had no hopes of ever finding that perfect woman for me, not where I lived. But I didn’t want to open myself up again, not when the last time had ended with me being betrayed by two people I thought had my best interests at heart.
    The fact I rarely ventured down the mountain to try and meet a woman certainly didn’t help the situation.
    No, I might complain about being lonely, but I enjoyed that solitude, too.
    I got in my truck and made the forty-five minute drive to my cabin. I was out in the middle of fucking nowhere, having built the cabin two years ago. I’d poured all my savings, and what I’d earned working as a lumberjack for three years before that, securing the land, and finally getting the cabin built. It was small, only two rooms, but the property was five acres and afforded me the privacy I wanted.
    When I was back at the cabin and inside, I went into the bathroom, cranked the shower on, and got undressed. Once in the shower, I closed my eyes and braced a hand on the tile wall in front of me. My dick got hard pretty damn fast, and I didn’t hesitate to grab hold of the thick length and give it a squeeze. My balls drew up tight, I clenched my jaw, and I started jerking off.
    Moving my palm up and down my cock.
    Stroking myself faster and harder.
    Gritting my teeth.
    I pictured a beautiful woman in front of me: nude, ready, and willing. I had a thing for red heads, so that’s what I envisioned, with a thatch of trimmed red hair covering her cunt, she’d be so fucking eager for me.
    “Fuck,” I cursed as I came. I was like a damn teenager at how quickly I got off these days. It took nothing but a few pumps and squeezes on my cock before I exploded. I opened my eyes, seeing the last of my jizz coming out the tip of my shaft, the water washing it down the drain.
    Shit.
    I had to be a masochist to torture myself like this.
    Was it really worth being alone and wanting my solitude if I had to resort to jerking myself off just so I didn’t explode?

    Vivian
    I was sexually frustrated. I could admit that, own it even. But that didn’t mean I liked being that way. It wasn’t just about getting away for my own sanity, but also about the fact I wasn’t getting what I wanted out of the relationships I’ve had.
    Bland sex.
    Vanilla touches.
    No passion.
    All of that and more summed up my past sexual relationships pretty damn well.
    The truth was I was tired of city life, exhausted over the fact I couldn’t find my niche in the world. I’d been doing the same thing for so long it was monotonous now.
    I pulled her car up the gravel driveway of the cabin I’d rented for the week.
    It was small, just one room that held the living room, kitchen, and bedroom. There was a small bathroom off the living room, and through the open doorway I saw a sink, toilet, and shower.
    Damn, not even a tub.
    I’d seen the pictures online, was glad it had been available on such a short, spur of the moment notice, and had hoped that in person it was still decent.
    Getting out and grabbing