Stuffed

  Jenna Rose

  Copyright © 2019 by Jenna Rose

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  Also by Jenna Rose

  DANCER

  BRIDE

  MUSE

  DOLL

  TEACHER’S PET

  MAID

  Contents

  1. Jim

  2. Autumn

  3. Jim

  4. Jim

  5. Autumn

  6. Jim

  7. Autumn

  8. Autumn

  9. Autumn

  10. Jim

  11. Autumn

  12. Autumn

  13. Jim

  Epilogue

  Also by Jenna Rose

  Chapter One

  Jim

  The night before Thanksgiving…

  I’d been gone for three years. Coming home, all I wanted was some rest, relaxation, and time alone in my hometown of Green Mills, Texas. So I headed to the park a block from my home. It had been my sanctuary for so many nights when I needed to clear my head. And that’s exactly what I thought I was going to do then.

  But I couldn’t have been more wrong.

  My body reacted the instant I saw her sitting there on the bench, an absolute vision of beauty. She was shoeless, swinging her bare feet across the grass, wearing nothing but a University of Texas tank top and a pair of short-short sweat shorts that hid nothing from me.

  I’d come to relax, but my body was instantly tense and my heart rate was jacked.

  Oh my God…

  I’d been in China for three years, working as a civil engineer for the construction company my best friend, Randy, owned. After my divorce, I needed to get away for a while, so he sent me there to oversee the construction of a major dam.

  I’d been surrounded by men most days, and the girls I did see were nothing like her.

  Thick, gorgeous curls of blonde hair flowed down her neck and draped across her collarbones. She had plump lips that would make even the Kardashian girls jealous (but hers were natural of course), and a face like a goddess.

  I felt my whole body go hot as I stared across the twilight at her. She wasn’t even aware of me yet, but my entire world was revolving around her.

  I was hooked like a catfish caught by an experienced noodler.

  Nothing about what she was wearing was meant to entice, but it was impossible for her to hide her beauty, her luscious curves, and flawless physique. My pants tightened as I stood there and watched her, wondering what a beauty like this was doing in my neighborhood.

  Green Mills, Texas was a town that really hadn’t changed much since the 1950s. It was quaint, quiet, and filled with good, hardworking people. It was a community that I loved, but when I left three years ago, there were no girls like her living there.

  Once kids in Green Mills got old enough, they got out of town and only came back to visit. It was a great place to grow up and retire, but not a great place to find excitement in your teens and twenties.

  So what was she doing here?

  Had she just moved in with her family? Maybe she was a cousin or something who was visiting for Thanksgiving? Or maybe she was just passing through on a trip through Texas with her friends…but if that was true…where were they?

  Rather than debate myself any longer, I walked right up to her.

  She didn’t see me until I was only a few feet away and a branch snapped under my foot. She jumped and quickly turned to face me.

  “Don’t worry,” I smiled. “I’m not a mugger.”

  A nervous giggle escaped her perfect lips and she smiled up at me.

  Gorgeous…

  “Thank God for that,” she replied with a hint of Texas twang. “But that doesn’t rule out serial killer…”

  She had beauty and spunk. This girl would win Miss Texas in a heartbeat if she felt like signing up. But for some reason I knew that a girl like her wouldn’t be interested.

  She was smart, driven, but most of all—she was pure.

  I don’t know how I knew. I just did.

  “Not one of those either,” I told her. “But what are you doing out here on your own in the park at night? Maybe you’re the mugger.”

  Her lips twisted into a smile and her eyes sparkled beneath the remaining glow of the evening. The bulge in my pants grew and I shifted slightly to keep it from being obvious.

  I was on fire for her. She must have felt the heat in my gaze, because a tiny blush appeared in her cheeks. She ducked her head and pretended to fix her hair so she could hide it from me.

  I was doing everything in my power to keep from pressing her down against that bench and taking her right then and there.

  “I wouldn’t be strong enough to mug anyone,” she replied finally.

  “You look…fit. Soccer?”

  “Lacrosse,” she replied. “But only back in high school.”

  “Mind if I sit?” I asked, my desire for her bubbling over. I didn’t wait for her response, I just sat down beside her.

  She smelled incredible and I was instantly salivating. There was a hint of coconut shampoo, but that wasn’t it; it was her I was smelling. And like a wild animal, her smell was giving me one very specific urge…

  “You know you shouldn’t be out here alone at night,” I told her, my eyes drawn to her sweet thighs. Those shorts did nothing to hide them from me. “Could end up with some creep coming over to you.”

  Her plump chest heaved as she took a deep breath.

  She’s nervous…

  “Oh, yeah?” she whispered. “A creep like you?”

  “I’m not a creep,” I told her, leaning in until I felt the warmth of her body against mine.

  “But you’re not a gentleman…”

  “Oh, I am,” I replied. “But when I see something I want, I go for it.”

  Unable to hold back anymore, I kissed her, and everything changed.

  A low, guttural growl came up from inside me as our lips met. My hand slid around the back of her neck and into her hair as I kissed her hungrily. She moaned back, a sweet innocent little sound with a hint of bad girl behind it.

  I tried to push my tongue into her mouth, but she made the first move. Her teeth found my bottom lip and closed down. She bit me, just hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to ruin the moment.

  Damn…

  There was more to this girl than what met the eye.

  I growled against her mouth again, tightened my grip on her neck, and forced her lips open with my tongue. She sucked it desperately and my other hand found the soft, supple skin of her inner thigh and squeezed.

  I hadn’t been lying when I told her that when I saw something I wanted, I went for it, but that hadn’t applied to anyone but my ex-wife, and we’d split up three years ago before I went away for work.

  She was the only one who’d ever grabbed my attention before, but when I thought back to then, I realized it was nothing compared to the hold that this girl had over me.

  She’d sat there, swinging her feet on the bench, and sent my whole world spinning.

  Her legs parted as I ran my hand up her thigh towards the warmth as the bulge in my pants grew and grew, threatening to split my zipper. I was possessed by a lust I’d never known, smitten by a goddess who’d come out of nowhere and changed my plans completely.

  Now, the only thought in my mind was of her.

  She threw her arms around me and pulled me down on top of her. Ordinarily, this would have been a sign of a very experienced girl, but I could tell by the way she did it that this was a first for her.

  And I’d be her first for everything…

  I kissed down her cheek and took her earlobe between my lips. Gently, like she’d done to me, I bit down, causing her body to arch up off the bench against mine.

  I felt every inch of her and the flames inside me roared to a new height. I brushed her long blonde curls aside and delicately kissed her neck down to her collarbone. Her little tiny gasps that came each time my lips touched her skin were like music to my ears.

  “What…what is your name?” she asked me, breaking the silence.

  I smiled and lifted my face to hers. Her green eyes were deep and lustful and had me ready to drop to my knees and worship her.

  “Jim,” I whispered. “What’s yours?”

  “Autumn,” she replied.

  I froze. Every muscle in my body went tense and a spike of adrenaline hit me like a splash of cold water to the face.

  “Autumn?” I repeated.

  It can’t be…

  But as I gazed into her beautiful face, I saw something there…something familiar.

  She nodded, unaware of what was going on.

  I looked closer.

  Oh no…

  Her hair was different. It had been brown before. She must have dyed it blonde. And she was…developed. She’d lost her baby fat and matured into an absolute beauty, and I knew then that I’d walked into something I had no idea how to handle.

  “Autumn Beuller?” I asked, praying I was wrong. But when I saw the look she gave me, I knew I wasn’t.

  “H—how did you know that?” she asked.

  I sat up as more adrenaline poured through me.

  “I—I have to go,” I replied as I quickly got to my feet. I walked away from the bench as quickly as I could. I heard her intake of breath like she wanted to call out after me, but she said nothing.

  I was fucked.

  I’d just met the girl of my dreams, and it just so happened that she was Randy’s daughter—the daughter of my best friend and boss.

  But even as I walked away from her, I knew that I’d never be able to shake the hold she had on me.

  I knew I was screwed.

  Chapter Two

  Autumn

  Thanksgiving Day…

  “Autumn!” my mom called for the third time. “Will you come down here please?”

  The “please” was just for show. What she really meant was, “Autumn, will you come down here before I kill you and serve you for Thanksgiving dinner?”

  “Coming, Mom!” I called back as I threw on a shirt that was nice enough for Thanksgiving cooking but not quite nice enough to eat in. I’d put on the extra nice stuff later.

  I left my phone upstairs. My dad had a strict no phone policy during family events, and honestly, it was going to be nice to be away from it for a while. The world was so chaotic these days and keeping up to date with everyone’s drama and life events was pretty exhausting.

  Besides, I had my own problems to worry about…

  Like last night.

  What had happened there? Not only had I completely shocked myself by throwing myself at a stranger and done things with him that I’d never done with anyone, but then he’d just run away from me like he’d found out I was a local mass murderer or that I have the plague or something.

  I was regretting what I had done, but hating myself for regretting it at the same time. I mean, what was I supposed to do? He was gorgeous, like he’d just jumped off the cover of a romance novel you saw in the grocery store by the magazines.

  He was obviously a working man and looked like he’d just come down from the mountains or something. His hair was long, like Jason Momoa’s, his hands were rough, and his skin was tan. He had muscles on top of muscles, and compared to the freshman boys I went to school with, he was a man.

  He was definitely older than me, but I hadn’t cared.

  Actually, that’s not true. I had cared—I’d loved it.

  I never had any luck with boys in high school. They were all so skinny and awkward and weird that I just had no interest. I wanted someone who could overpower me, take control, and put up with my sass.

  But they were all too wimpy to do anything. All they wanted to do was text and talk about the things they wanted to do to me but never would because they didn’t have the balls. I thought things would be better once I got to college…

  …but, sadly, it was just more of the same.

  Some of the senior guys were a bit more rugged, but they were usually jocks who were total womanizing scumbags, not someone you settle down with. And that was what I was looking for.

  I didn’t want a hook up or an arrangement or “something casual.” I wasn’t into polyamory or open relationships; I just wanted a man.

  Was that too much to ask?

  Apparently it was these days, because just when I thought I’d found one and was going way out of my comfort zone with him and was ready to let him have his way with me on the frickin’ park bench, he’d run away from me like my lips were poison or I hadn’t showered in ten days.

  Something about my name spooked him…I thought as I came downstairs to find my parents busy in the kitchen.

  “There she is!” my dad smiled from the counter, where he had his hands all up inside a turkey. “Happy Thanksgiving, honey.”

  “Happy Thanksgiving!” I said, pretending that I was just happy and not completely distracted by what had happened last night.

  Truth be told, I’d barely slept and had spent the night tossing and turning trying to think about something other than Jim’s chiseled jaw, veiny biceps, or the firm bulge he was pressing into my legs as he laid on top of me.

  Eventually, I’d had to have some “me time” just so I could fall asleep, and even then, I’d only managed to get four hours. But I apparently didn’t look like a zombie. My mom definitely would have let me know if I did.

  “What are you doing to that turkey, Pa?” I asked with a smile.

  “Hey, Autumn,” he asked with a smirk. “Why did the police arrest the turkey?”

  I sighed. If there was a king of dad jokes, it was my dad.

  “Why?”

  “Because they suspected fowl play!”

  He burst out laughing, loving his joke so much that I had to laugh too. My mom covered her face to hide her giggles, but he saw right through her.

  “Thank you, thank you,” he boasted. “I’ll be here all night!”

  “Could you help me with the stuffing, honey?” my mom asked, handing me a knife and a couple celery stalks. “Chop those up and then add the raisins for me?”

  “Okay, Ma,” I smiled. My mom couldn’t use a knife if her life depended on it, and I could see how happy she was to have me back from school to be her little helper.

  I grabbed the cutting board and set up next to my dad and started chopping the celery, but all I could do was think about last night. I had to stop cutting three times just to make sure I didn’t end up slicing the tip of my finger off.

  “Something wrong, honey?” my mom asked. Nothing got by her.

  “Huh? No,” I shook my head. “Just…haven’t used a knife in a while.”

  “All that dining hall food,” my mom replied. “I do hope you’re eating well.”

  “I am,” I lied. Hamburgers, ramen, and mac-n-cheese had become my staples since going to school. I definitely wasn’t getting my veggies like she reminded me in her weekly e-mails.

  I handed her the pile of celery, got the raisins from the cupboard, and handed them to her. Just then, there was a ring at the door.

  “Oh, there he is!” my dad said happily, removing his hands from the turkey and quickly washing them off in the sink.

  “He?” I asked. “He who?”

  Both of my grandparents had passed away, and our extended family was all living on the East Coast. We hadn’t had anyone else join us for Thanksgiving for years.

  My dad didn’t answer as he passed me, a huge grin on his face, rubbing his hands together like it was the mailman with a million dollar check.

  “Who is it, Ma?” I asked, but all I got from her was a smile and eyebrow raise.

  “Fine,” I shrugged, grabbing a can of cranberry sauce from the cupboard. “Don’t tell me.”

  “There he is!” I heard my father thunder from the living room as he opened the front door. “How the hell are ya, buddy!?”

  “Good, Randy!” a manly voice bellowed back. “Great to see ya!”

  “Glad to be back in the States? Didn’t get yourself a wife while you were over there in China, did ya?”

  The other man roared with laughter. I was curious now. I knew all my father’s friends, and none of them sounded like this man, and none of them were good enough friends for him to invite over to Thanksgiving, either. So I peaked around the corner down the hall, and what I saw took my breath away.

  Standing in front of my father, shaking hands with him, was Jim, the gorgeous hunk from last night in the park.

  “Oh God…” I muttered.

  “What, honey?” my mom asked as she leaned in beside me. “Oh, Jim? Yes, he’s a looker, isn’t he?”

  “Uh…”

  “But don’t even think about it,” she teased, probably thinking it was a big joke but not realizing the reality of the situation. “Not only is he twice your age, but he works for your father.”

  “He works for dad?” I asked.

  “Oh, honey, you don’t remember him?” my mom asked. “James Thomas? He’s been in China for three years overseeing a dam.”

  James Thomas…I thought. No. That’s impossible.

  James Thomas was one of my father’s engineers, but he didn’t look anything like the man standing at our door…

 

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