Free Make Me Yours by B. J. Wane Page A

Jack spending her days drawing and painting and fucking. She just had to prove to him how much she wanted him and convince him to let her stay.
    “Pretty, isn’t it?”
    Morgan turned from warming herself by the large outdoor wood stove to smile up at Jack. His brown eyes were warm and his dark blond hair shone brightly in the sun accentuating the contrast with his dark beard. “Yes,” she answered referring to the scene below them of a deep tree covered valley. “It makes me want to draw again.”
    Jack frowned down at her. “Tell me you haven’t given up on your art. I’ve asked you several times if you were still drawing and you assured me you were.”
    “When I have time, I play with it. But I’ve never pursued it seriously, you know that. I have to make a living, and painting isn’t going to pay the bills. Just because my parents have money, doesn’t mean they’re going to support me.”
    “No, and you wouldn’t want them to. But that doesn’t mean you can’t pursue a career in art or look for a position in that field.”
    Morgan smiled mockingly. “Can you imagine mother’s reaction if I told her I was going to teach art classes? She’d die of embarrassment right after she disowned me.”
    Jack just shrugged as if her mother’s opinion was of no consequence. “So what. Let her disown you. At least you’d be doing something you want to do instead of what they want you to do. You broke off your engagement. You don’t have any attachments or obligations to keep you from pursuing another career, this time one of your choosing.”
    Just the thought of someday being able to quit her job at her father’s company and be able to spend her time doing what she loved gave her a heady feeling. “You really think I’m good enough to teach or sell my work?”
    For twenty years Jack had been trying to bolster Morgan’s self confidence, trying to undo and countermand the damage her negative, indifferent parents had wrought on their daughter. Sometimes he wondered if he was fighting a losing battle. In the past five years, ever since her college graduation, he had made sure his contact with Morgan was kept long distance. Phone calls and email was all they had shared in his attempt to give her a chance to find her own way, attain her own goals and grow as an independent, self assured woman. He could see now that not helping her get out from under her parent’s control was a mistake. As long as she was around them, she’d never build up enough confidence in herself to challenge herself.
    “I wouldn’t have encouraged you all these years if I didn’t think you had potential to be successful, Princess. Come on, let’s get a hot chocolate then I want to take you for a spin on one of the Cats. You’ll love it.”
    Jack led her into the small courtesy building which held the restrooms and a small kitchen stocked with hot drinks and snacks. The caterer they used for the lodge kept this place supplied with refreshments as well and he had been relieved to find they had made it up here this morning after the storm yesterday. Along with coffee, tea and hot chocolate, there were sandwiches, a huge pot of steaming hot chicken noodle soup and several different kinds of cookies.
    After finishing their hot drinks and soup, Jack led her back outside and over to a big garage where they housed the snowmobiles. There was only one two seater not being used and he helped her onto the back seat before straddling the front. “Hold onto me, Morgan. We’ll start slow until you get used to it. When I turn, lean into the turn. Got it?”
    “Got it.” Morgan grabbed Jack around his waist and was grateful for his big body as he started up the Cat and they left the garage. Once out in the open, Jack picked up speed, hollered,” Hold on!” and let the machine fly. Morgan screeched as the cold air whipped around them, making her snuggle closer against Jack’s back. When she felt the vibrations start up again in her pussy, she