Page 14 of Liberated By the Logger

“Excuse me for being a man and having an enormous cock. I didn’t know it was rude to shower in my home. I kind of needed one after hauling your sorry ass down the mountain. Maybe if you had some brains in that pretty little head of yours, I wouldn’t have had to cut you free of a dead tree in the middle of a goddamn rain storm.”

Her lips thin into a tight line. “Don’t patronize me. I’m college educated.”

Unable to help myself, I snort. “Well, someone needs to request a refund. Load of good that diploma did you in an emergency.”

Her nostrils flare like a bull about to charge. I’d say I’ve struck a nerve, and it sends an excited thrill through me to get under her skin the way she does mine.

My cock twitches in my hand, agreeing.

Dammit, why does her fiery energy turn me on? Makes me want to pull her in and kiss the sass right out of her. I shake my head, trying to clear my lust fog. Shit needs to be hashed out before we can move past this awkward moment.

Running my free hand down my face, I sigh. “Look, I don’t want to fight with you. I get that you’re scared. But I’m not the one in the wrong here. You are.”

The enticing woman balks. “Me?”

“You walked in on something not meant for your eyes.”

“I knocked before entering,” she says with a huff. “You should’ve said something.”

Annoyed, I throw my hands in the air, revealing all my goods again. “I didn’t hear you knocking. As you saw, I was busy.”

On a roll, I’ve got a lot more grievances to air. Yet, before I can say more, she smacks me upside the head with my pillow.

Bewildered, I blink at her. Did this spitfire really whack me?

She seems equally shocked, gawking at the pillow in her hand before locking her big green eyes on me.

The air is thick and charged with tension, the kind that lets you know war is on the horizon or some rough sex is about to happen. Safe to say, this unpredictable lady is out for blood. She’s scared out of her mind about me and her new surroundings, while I’m frustrated and horny as hell.

Not going to lie. Her aggression has my dick twitching with excitement—hopefully she hasn’t noticed. I like a woman with a backbone, standing her ground. Confidence is a sexy attribute on any woman, and on her it’s enthralling.

And this brazen little lady has me jonesing for her without her being the wiser.

Possibly mistaking my sexual frustration as rage, she swallows loudly, like she’s gulping down her fear. She raises the pillow over her head—armed and ready for battle.

A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips. Oh, it’s on.

CHAPTER SIX

AMBROSE

Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t tolerate anyone abusing me, especially in my home. This scrawny woman in her defensive stance has me itching to duel her, to see what she’s made of.

With my gaze zeroed in on her, I bend to retrieve the previous pillow she threw at me. If she wants to fight, we’ll fight. Sometimes a pillow war is the way to go.

She raises one skeptical eyebrow at me, tracking my movements.

With a challenge in my voice, I say, “If this is how you want to settle things, so be it.” And then I whip my pillow out at her, hitting her square in the chest.

My impolite houseguest staggers a step back on my bed. She gapes at me, surprised I accepted her challenge.

Fighting to keep the smirk off my face, I mock her. “Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit. Now drop the pillow before things get ugly.”

She bares her pearly straight teeth at me before all hell breaks loose.

Pillows go flying, slapping against each other. Feathers break loose, creating a cloud of fluff around us. Grunts follow as both of us try to get the upper hand. We whack each other repeatedly, neither relenting.

The woman fights dirty. Grabbing a second pillow from my pile near the headboard to better defend herself, she goes full Terminator on me. She smacks me upside the head, alternating sides with each pillow. My head whips back and forth like a ball in a ping-pong match.