Chapter Six
Lola
Jackson told me not to be scared. He told me not to run away from my fears, but I wasn’t a big strong man like him. I had seen things that I didn’t want to see and knew the damage that Roger could do. I wanted to believe Jackson could protect me, but I was more worried about him than myself.
It had been three days since Roger had shown up here unannounced and I was still trying to get over my fear of going outside alone. If he suspected that I was here, it was because someone told him they had seen me here.
“The first shipment of wood is going to be going out today. We can make a trip into town if you’d like?” I heard Jackson talking but my mind was wandering. I blinked, trying to refocus.
“What if he’s watching…. Waiting…?” I couldn’t help but ask, the question was burning a hole in the side of my head.
“If he’s watching us, then we’ve sure given him some nice porn to watch. If he’s waiting, well, he’s going to be waiting an awfully long time.” Jackson was so carefree about the issue where I was ready to piss my pants from anxiety.
“I’m serious… What if he’s waiting for us to leave so he can track us? I know this man, Jackson, and I know what he’s capable of doing. He doesn’t stop.” I cut into the French toast that had been placed in front of me. I was slowly feeling like this place was my home as much as it was Jackson’s.
“I ain’t scared of a little bitch like him, Lola.” Jackson smiled and my body came to life. He was such an amazing man and the love he had for me I could feel, just from one single look. I needed to let go of my fear, that’s what he had told me. Roger didn’t rule me anymore. I was free.
“Fine. Let’s go today then. Once the driver comes in for the load we can leave. I need to get some things from town anyway.” I conceded, pleased with myself that I could actually agree with him. I didn’t want to fight about Roger, but I also didn’t want him to hurt Jackson.
“There’s my girl. He doesn’t own you anymore. You don’t have to be afraid of someone who thinks he’s a man. I’ll crush him like a fucking ant beneath my boot if I have to.” He stuffed another slab of French toast in his mouth, letting the sweet syrup drip down his chin.
“You’re so messy…” I shook my head, grinning at him. How had I gone from feeling so miserable, to feeling like nothing could get in the way of my happiness?
“Am I?” He gave me a boyish grin.
“Yes, Jackson. You’re filthy,” I teased, taking another bite.
“Then why don’t you come and clean me up…?” he taunted, leaning across the table until his lips were almost touching mine.
“Because that would lead to things that we don’t have time for, Mr. Lumberjack, so get a move on. Wood needs split. The kitchen needs cleaned, and I got clothes to hang out on the line.” I shooed him, and not because I didn’t want to fuck him, because I really did. I always did. But because we had a million things that needed to be done and none of it would get done if we spent all day in bed together.
A pout formed on his face. “Are you saying no to touching my wood? Because if you are, that would be a real shame…” He shoveled the rest of the food into his mouth, while I pushed most of mine around on my plate.
“I will touch your wood, but later…” I snickered, letting some of the uneasiness seep out of me. Jackson was still eyeing me like a hawk, afraid that I may lose it at any second.
He understood my fear though, and why I acted the way I did about him coming here. He hated Roger with the same intensity I did. Still, my fear of the man ran deeper than any hate I could ever have for him. I knew what he was going to do if he couldn’t find me, and that scared the hell out of me.
“Alright sassypants, I’m headed outside to finish up the load. If you need anything, you come hollering okay?” He pushed from the table and walked over to the kitchen sink, placing his dirty dishes in it. Then he came back to me, and pressed his sugary sweet lips to mine.
I could taste the maple against my tongue as the kiss deepened, a fire filling my belly. Jackson knew how to kiss. He knew how to steal your breath, and set your soul ablaze. He possessed me like no one ever had before, and I loved that about him. All too soon he pulled away, a smirk on his lips.
“You’ll get the rest later, but only if you behave…” I could’ve smacked him right then and there for making my knees weak and my pussy throb for the next two hours, but I didn’t. I let him walk out the front door thinking he had won that battle, when in reality, I would settle the score later.
Still even with Jackson’s red hot skin still fresh against my lips I couldn’t shake the feeling that all of this was too good to be true, and that sooner or later it was all going to come crashing down on us.
Fate. It brought us together, but would it keep us together?
***
I had just finished up all the chores when the sound of a large semi barreling towards the cabin met my ears. For a second I froze up, worrying that Roger was coming back, but then I realized it wasn’t anyone but the semi, as I lifted my eyes to the driveway outside.
I desperately needed to get a grasp on the fear I had towards Roger. I was strong, stronger now that I had Jackson by my side. Yet, I didn’t feel completely out of Roger’s clutches. Instead, I felt like a deer in hiding, and Roger was the wolf just around the bend waiting for me to show my face.
“You ready to go, sweetheart…” Jackson popped his head inside the cabin front door and I pushed down the anxiety that was threatening to burst out of me.
“More than ever. I need to get shaving cream, some panties, and a number of other things…” I started naming stuff off.
“Panties? You don’t need no panties when you’re around me. I’ll just rip them off you, destroying them in the process of trying to claim your pussy.” He was so smug now that he had tasted me, sometimes I wanted to knock him off his high horse. Sometimes. Other days I wanted to spread my legs and let him have his way with me.
“I’m getting panties, Jackson… I’m supposed to be getting my period soon.” It dawned on me then that I hadn’t been paying attention to dates.
“Fine, but you’re only wearing them then. Now let’s get going, I want to be back before sun down.” I walked over to the door and he took my hand in his, the warmth of his touch easing the fear right out of me. Jackson was everything I had ever wanted in a man.
He guided me to the truck he had in hiding, and I looked at it in astonishment. It was a 2013 Dodge Ram that looked like it hadn’t been driven in years.
“You’ve been hiding this thing the whole time?” I narrowed my eyes.
“Hiding, no… Withholding, yes. I never drive the beauty because I never have anywhere to go.” I could see the honesty in his eyes and knew he wasn’t lying. He hadn’t been hiding the truck from me, but the fact that he had such a nice truck did surprise me. I didn’t expect something so new to be sitting in his pull shed.
He helped me in the passenger side, and then ran over to the driver’s side and hopped in. The truck even had the new car smell that you always smelt when you drove it off the dealership lot.
We sat inside the truck watching the two workers from the logging company load the rest of the split wood. I wanted to ask him what he did before he came out here, but wondered if it was just a stupid question.
“You look like something is bothering you.” I bit my bottom lip contemplating asking him the question I wanted.
“I want to ask you something, but I’m not sure it’s really a question that matters now that we’re here…” I wrung my hands together in my lap. Jackson moved over the center console and took my hand in his.
“Ask away, darlin’. I ain’t got nothing to hide,” he assured me, and I believed him. Still, I wanted to know more about him, and the only way to get to know him better was to ask questions.
“What did you do before you came here to the cabin? I know you didn’t just come out here the moment your grandparents died…” I stared him in the eyes, waiting for an answer.
He laughed, and that eased the tension out of me. “I used to be a part of the rodeo, doing shows all across the United States. I quit when I broke five ribs. I decided then that I needed to live a much more simple life. I inherited this place and came out here, thinking it would only be for a short time. Once out here, I realized that it was perfect me and I never turned back.”
“What about your family?” I eagerly asked. I wanted to meet his family if he had a solid relationship with them.
“My mom and dad are supportive of my choices. I talk to them every once in a while, and my mom sends letters every Sunday. My dad comes out to visit here and there. I ain’t got no siblings, so you don’t got to worry about meeting anyone else.”
“Thank you for sharing your past with me.” I squeezed his hand in mine. He knew about my past with Roger, and how my mother and father had disowned me the moment I left with him. Now that I knew about his past, I felt like we were on the same page, in the same book.
“This is our life now, Lola. Anything you want to know about, you can ask. I’m an open book when it comes to you. I done told you that a million times, darlin’.” I smiled, loving how his accent became thicker as he spoke with conviction.
“I get that. I just don’t want to invade on information I don’t have any right to. You had a reason to know about Roger. I didn’t have a reason to know about your past, or why you had such a nice truck.”
“Anything that has to do with me is information you have a right to. If you want to know ask.” He released my hand and started the truck up, just as the men waved goodbye to us before hopping into the loaded semi and driving down the driveway.
“Thank you for taking me in, Jackson,” I thanked him once more, feeling more grateful now than I ever had before.
“No, it’s me who is thankful, sweetheart. You’ve brought me happiness I thought I would never find. I’m indebted to you for the rest of my life, babe, and I have no problem worshipping you the way you should be worshiped.” I turned, watching him drive us down the driveway. Our driveway.
He was mine, and I was his, and whatever fear I had about us not making it and Roger ruining us, was nothing compared to the fear I had about losing him.
I couldn’t lose him. I wouldn’t lose him.
I would destroy Roger before I let him try and take away the one thing that finally made me whole again. We pulled out onto the main road and in the direction of what I assumed to be town.
“I love you, Lola, and nothing’s ever going to change that okay?” Jackson’s eyes darted from the road to me a few times.
“I believe you. I just don’t want you to get hurt because of me.” That statement resonated through me, and deep into the pit of my stomach. If anything ever happened to Jackson because of me, I didn’t know what I would do.
“You can’t hurt a lumberjack, darlin’. We’re the strongest and toughest sons of bitches in the mountains. Ain’t nobody going to get the upper hand on me, so stop your worrying before I take ya across my knee and spank the nonsense out of ya.” That made me smile.
“Spankin? You’re going to spank me?” I raised an eyebrow, feeling much better with the direction this conversation was going.
“Yes, darlin’. I’ll spank you till your ass cheeks are ruby red and you can’t sit on them for a week,” he threatened, but his eyes glittered with amusement, giving him away.
“I’m sure you will, Mr. Lumberjack. What you don’t know is, I’ll probably like it,” I teased, knowing that he couldn’t do anything about getting a hard cock. Not if he wanted to get back before sundown.
He licked his lips. “Don’t tease me, baby. I’ll be forced to pull this truck over and take you right here, right now. I ain’t afraid of anyone seeing us.” A giggle escaped my throat at his threat of pleasure.
“Oh, shut up and keep driving. We got stuff we need to do and we can always fuck when get home.” I gripped his hand in mine.
“Say it again,” he whispered.
“Say what again?” I blinked.
“Fuck. I want to hear that sweet mouth of yours say that dirty word again.” I could tell he was horny just from looking at him. His mouth was nearly watering.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I did as he asked. “And if you’re good and we get all our stuff done, then I’ll let you FUCK me.” I leaned into him, biting the bottom of his ear lobe as I spoke. He swerved on the road, and I laughed harder imagining the blue balls he had right now.
“You’re so getting punished later, darlin’… You hear me? Punished,” he growled like an animal.
“I look forward to it,” I countered, watching the scenery as it slipped by us. Jackson could own me in whatever way he wanted to, my heart already belonged to him.