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verbally, just shook he head.
    “It storms often.”
    “I’m lost and in a strange man’s house.” She looked at me. “No offense. And it’s about to storm.”
    “I’m Jake Braxton.” I tried to keep my voice calm as I spoke, but my body wanted nothing more than to push everything aside and just take her right here. I wanted to hear her scream my name out as she came all over my cock.
    I cleared my throat and got my thoughts in order. I certainly didn’t want to come off as some asshole.
    “I’m a lumberjack and have been living out here for the last five years.” I told her the stats and saw the surprised look on her face. What exactly was she surprised about? Because I was an ax wielding man, who wore the stereotypical flannel shirts every day, and lived in the middle of nowhere?
    “Now we aren’t so much strangers anymore.” I waited for her to give me something to go by, maybe even just her name, but she didn’t say anything. She also looked tense as hell.
    “You’re a lumberjack? Seriously?”
    I nodded.
    She nodded. “Okay. I’m Vivian Clarke,” she finally said, and started looking around the cabin again.
    “Want a drink?” I asked.
    She didn’t answer right away, but did give me this ‘are you fucking serious look’. I shrugged and went into the kitchen. “I figured after the day you’ve clearly had, you might want something to drink because you’re either thirsty as fuck, or you need something stronger.” I looked at her over my shoulder and saw she’d turned her head away from me quickly.
    I couldn’t help but feel this spark of lust slam into me at the thought that she might be staying the night due to the weather. But I wasn’t bringing that up right now, not when I’d just barely let her in the house, and she was clearly nervous.
    The chances of me getting my dick wet in her sweet little body were pretty slim to none, but hell, I hadn’t been this close to a woman in far too long.
    “I have water ... or liquor. That’s about it.”
    I checked her out a little more, and now that she wasn’t looking, I adjusted my raging hard-on. Yeah, the fucker hadn’t seen anything this sweet in a very long time. Finally, she turned back around and looked at the whiskey bottle I held.
    “Liquor.”
    Yeah, I figured she’d need something a little harder after the night she was having.

Chapter Four

    Vivian
    I was in a strange man’s cabin—a lumberjack of all things—and didn’t know what in the hell to do. I didn’t even know they actually called themselves lumberjacks, but it fit him pretty damn well.
    I looked around again, seeing a big bed in one corner, a door that led to the bathroom across from that, and the large room that made up the kitchen and living room. Aside from a few pieces of furniture, the cabin was pretty sparse. There was a bookshelf, which was filled with books, though. Seeing as he didn’t have a TV, I assumed that was how he spent his free time.
    I took the glass from him and moved back a step. He went over to the fire and stoked it, and I couldn’t help but stare at him.
    He was huge, like the biggest man I’d ever seen. He had to be at least six and a half feet tall, and the muscles stacked upon muscles that covered his entire frame were a little intimidating. I didn’t want to stare and seem creepy, but then again, he had to be used to it.
    “What were you doing hiking all the way out here?” he asked without turning and facing me.
    I didn’t answer right away, mainly because I was too focused on the way the muscles on his back flexed as he pushed a piece of wood around. Embers seemed to float up from the flames, and when he finally faced me, I realized I still hadn’t answered him.
    “I’m staying in a cabin, and wanted to get out in the fresh air for a hike. I got lost.” I turned and looked out the living window. “But I couldn’t even tell you what direction my cabin’s even in.” I exhaled roughly.
    He braced his arm on the mantle of