I picked up the landline. “Hello?”
“Hi, Ms. Hunt. This is Sandra at the front desk. You have a visitor here in the lobby.”
“Um…” There was no way Jocelyn had gotten my message that fast.
“Would you like to come down, sweetheart, or should I send him away?”
“Him?” I had a hunch about who my male visitor was. I should have known that after I jumped in that cab without confessing all of my past sins to that he’d show up wanting answers.
“Yes, Ms. Hunt. Him.” Sandra seemed a bit impatient, which was a first. Ever since the day I checked in, all she had done was gossip. Didn’t matter who was on the receiving end of her stories, she truly had the lowdown on everyone in this town. Hell, I felt like I knew half of Arrow Lake already.
“Be right down,” I said.
I rode the elevator all the way down to the lobby. As soon as the doors opened, Viktor rose from a recliner and stared at me from across the room. I wasn’t surprised to see him, but I stopped in my tracks anyway. It would’ve been a lie to say that this man still didn’t have a powerful effect on me.
He stood there in full winter attire. Washed out jeans that fit him just right. Navy and white button-down shirt. Work boots. A thick, leather jacket. Not even the layers of clothing could diminish the sexual appeal rolling off of him in waves.
Deep, hazel eyes held me rooted to the floor. I couldn’t move, so he closed the distance and came to me. “Before you send me away, I came to apologize for being an ass,” he said.
“I wasn’t going to send you away.”
He smiled. “I was hoping you hadn’t left. I mean, I hope you hear from your sister, but I couldn’t just let you leave after the way I acted.”
“I guess we both sort of over-reacted. I was a little unprepared when you confronted me like that…” My voice trailed off as I caught Sandra craning her neck to peep at us from her position behind the front desk. “Uh…” I looked around the lobby. “Where’s Roy?”
“He’s sleeping over at the Bennett’s. I wanted to come tonight. I didn’t know if you’d be gone in the morning.”
“Well.” I held out my arms. “I’m still here. Would you like to come upstairs? For privacy?”
Viktor turned around, shifting his attention to Sandra at the front desk. The nosy little clerk instantly picked up some brochures on the counter and pretended to be re-stacking them.
“Yeah. Let’s go upstairs.”
We jumped on the elevator and I pushed the button for the third level.
“Is that the gal that’s been gossiping about people?” Viktor asked.
I chuckled. “Sure is. She’s probably got enough stories to pitch to Lifetime.”
“It’s both a blessing and a curse to live in such a small town,” he said.
“Well, at least you’ve got folks looking out for you.”
“Kristene, about that…I’m sorry that I judged you. I shouldn’t have compared you to anyone else. That situation has nothing to do with yours.”
“Well, I guess I see where you’re coming from. I was a juvenile delinquent just like your ex. You think we’re all the same. You think we’re only out to destroy you.”
“And that wasn’t fair to lump you in the same category.”
The elevator doors opened. We stepped off. Viktor followed me the short distance down the hallway to my room.
I halted right in front of the door and caught his gaze. “The messed-up part about it is that I told you I was going to help you. If you’re going to start dating again, you really need to have an open mind. Maybe this was a lesson for you.”
“Maybe I need more schooling.”
He couldn’t keep a straight face. The innocent smirk that turned up at the corners of his lips were contagious.
I grinned. “I just think you’re holding back, Viktor. Think of it like a business venture. You take risks every day, but if it fails, you can roll around in your sorrow for a bit. But then, you just get right back up and start over until something works. Until you’ve got what you want. You have to take what you want and enjoy that moment.”
“You mean, literally, just take what I want?”
I nodded. “Yes. Literally. But take it or leave it. This is all coming from someone who’s afraid of being alone, no matter what my gut instincts tell me. I guess I should take my own advice. I’ll have to rebuild my life, even if there’s no one to build with me.”
His brows furrowed. “Is this what this is all about? You want your sister back in your life because you don’t like being alone?”
I sighed. “You wouldn’t understand.” I turned around and slipped the key card into the slot. The lock gave way and Viktor pushed the door open for us.
“I do understand, Kristene. Do you think I enjoy being alone?”
“I don’t think anyone does,” I replied. “And you have Roy. That’s not entirely alone.”
“Yes. I have Roy. Without him, I don’t know where I’d be.”
“See? And you know where you want to be. So, get there Viktor Kamaz. You have the experience and that smarts. I mean, obviously, you’d like a lady in your life, or you wouldn’t have hired that agency.”
I walked over to the nightstand and tucked my key back down into my handbag. I turned around to face him again. He was eyeing me curious, but there was an amused grin on his face.
I blushed. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re cute, you know that? And you’re a little bossy too.”
I held my arms up and shrugged. “I like me this way.”
“I like you this way too.”
Unable to hide the spark of arousal heating up my neck, I looked to the floor. “Um…so, this is my semi-home away from home. Not as cozy as your mansion, but it’s all I could afford.”
Viktor walked about the room, examining the furniture. “Not your fault, but this place can really use some sprucing up. I know the owner. Sometimes we work together on getting folks housed.”
“They could use a new interior decorator.”
He chuckled. “Well, tell that to Al. He gets his knickers in a wad whenever I make suggestions. He tells me that I’m a disorganized mess and says he doesn’t know how I stay in business.”
I hid a giggle behind my palm.
Viktor threw me a playful look. “Hey…do you agree with him or something?”
“My lips are sealed,” I said, sweetly.
He laughed.
“But you know what?” I added, joining him near the sofa. “You’re still in business because you have something people want and you’re darned good at what you do.”
“I guess.” He shrugged.
His hands moved to my neck, caressing it softly before wounding a finger around the tie holding my hair into a tight bun. In less than three seconds, he unwrapped the knot and my hair fell all the way down my back. His lips parted and I didn’t miss the brief flash of hunger in his eyes.
“You keep doing that,” I mumbled.
“Because you’re absolutely breathtaking.”
“Me? Or my hair?”
“Both. Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.”
He was opening up and I liked that. I’d already admitted to him before that this sex thing was addicting. Or maybe, he was the addictive one. I didn’t really care which one it was. All I knew was that I wanted him. I needed his hands on me.
“You promised me something,” I said, tracing the outline of a button on his shirt.
“And I don’t break promises.”
His mouth descended down on mine. All it took was this one kiss and I was all his, molding myself to his body like we belonged together. We were hungry and our tongues came together in a frenzy. Over and over again, he took my mouth with deep kisses that left me breathless.
He picked me up, lifting me by the thighs, and sat me on the back of the sofa. His fingers dug into the swell of my ass, pulling me in. I wrapped my legs around his waist and brought my aching center t
o his hardening length.
“Ooh,” I moaned against his lips as a flashback of his cock penetrating me flashed in my mind. I didn’t care how much it hurt afterward. I was craving him so much that my pussy ached just thinking about it.
He left my mouth to leave a trail of kisses from my lips to my throat. I tipped my head back, stared at the popcorn ceiling, and released a ragged gasp when his teeth skimmed my jawline. His tongue soothed the ached as he liked his way back down my neck and found my collarbone.
I was ready for him. Like right now. I grabbed at his shirt and tore at his buttons until his chest was barred to me. As he worked to free his arms of the shirt, I kissed his chest, pressing my lips against his rock-hard pecs. He groaned, lifted my chin with a single finger and took my mouth in an intense and brutal kiss.
I wasn’t an expert by any means and my fingers nervously worked at his zipper. We were equally impatient, because he helped me out by sliding his jeans and underwear down in one swoop. When he stood back upright, his cock stood upright.
While trying to balance myself in the edge of the back of the sofa, I lifted my shirt over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra and his hands went to my breasts the moment they were free.
“These are perfect,” he moaned and then descended to capture a nipple between his lips.
“God,” I rasped, arching into his mouth.
He licked and sucked at my nipples until they were wet, tight, and raw from his teasing. As he formed my nipples into the shape of thimbles, he stroked his length. It turned me on so much to witness him pleasing himself. I knew I’d be even more pleasing when I watched him come.
He used his free hand to untie my pajama bottoms. “Help me with these,” he demanded.
I grabbed the pants at the waist and lifted my hips. I lost my balance and went tumbling over the edge and my butt landed right on the sofa.
I giggled, but then my lumberjack came stalking around the sofa like a hungry bear. A blast of arousal spread through me. He pulled my hips to the edge of the sofa and helped me free my legs from the pants.
He fell to his knees on the floor and hooked my thighs over his shoulders. “Look at you. I wish you could see how pretty your fucking pussy is.”
I panted. Swallowed. “Are you going to fuck me tonight?”
“Oh yeah. I most definitely am.” He rubbed his cheek against my inner thigh. “You smell so good…like a fucking tangerine.”
He pressed his nose against my mound and inhaled deeply. Just the slightest touch of his lip against me made me jerk upward off the sofa.
“Please…” I pleaded.
“Ask for what you want,” he demanded, kissing my inner thigh.
“I want to come.”
“How?”
His tongue grazed the crease between my outer pussy lip and my thigh.
I squealed and tried to arch against him.
“First, you have to ask. On second thought, since you’re so good at being the boss, why don’t you tell me what to do.”
“With your mouth,” I whispered.
Viktor chuckled. “That didn’t sound very demanding.” He spread me open with his fingers and kissed my outer lips. “I could play with you all night like this. Sweetheart, you are dripping wet. I’d love to eat you for dessert just like I promised. I’d hate to see all this honey go to waste.”
“Make me come with your tongue. Please. Eat me, Viktor!”
He devoured me without pause. His tongue immediately dove against my clit and then he encircled it with his lips. His mouth was hot against me, bringing me closer to the edge. I leaned back against the sofa cushions and gave offered myself to him.
“Sweet,” he murmured against my flesh. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He pressed two fingers into my slit, pumping them in and out of me.
“Oh…fuck! Mmm,” I murmured as he worked my clit with his tongue.
A gush of my juices flooded out over his fingers and my sex tightened around them. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, fucking it against my G-spot. My orgasm came like a force to be reckoned with and I screamed with my thighs shaking around his neck.
Viktor didn’t give me any time to come down from my orgasm. He flipped me around, propped me up on my hands and knees and slammed into me from behind.
I screamed so hard, it echoed through the room. The walls were paper thin, so I knew the guests down the hall heard me. His hard cock pounded through me and his heavy balls slapped against my mound and my clit. Another climax rocked through me. I pressed my forehead on the cushion and bit down on my fist to keep quiet.
“You feel so fucking good,” he panted. “Soft and wet. So tight around my fucking cock like a glove.”
As I knew he wound, he wound his fingers in my hair and tugged. Each thrust went harder and deeper than the one before. I rose upward and met him thrust for thrust. Our hips came together in blissful union.
“I can’t hold it anymore,” he called out.
“Then don’t,” I told him, bouncing my ass over his thick hard cock as he stroked me into endless oblivion.
“Oh…fuck me,” he growled under his breath.
I anticipated the moment of his release. His fingers gripped my hips a little lighter and his balls felt a bit heaver. He came with heavy groan. There was one final pump and then he was spilling hot seed into my raw sex. He moaned as the last remnants of his cum filled me up.
After that, he slipped out of me, sat down, and then pulled me down on top of him. Some of his cum leaked from me onto his thighs, but he didn’t seem to care. He let his head fall back and panted hard. Ironically, I didn’t feel the tender ache like I did my first time. All I felt were the remnants of my climax spinning through me and some erratic pulsing against the hood of my clit, reminding me that I’d just been thoroughly fucked.
He rubbed my back and I leaned in and kissed him sweetly on the lips. “Was that a good dessert for ya?”
He chuckled deeply. “You’re something else, you know that?”
I smiled and laid my head on his chest. After a minute or two of catching our breaths, I said, “I’m glad you came.”
“Me too.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Viktor
The next morning, I woke up to the most beautiful sight in the world.
Kristene had fallen asleep in my arms. Her face was on my chest and her long hair was billowed out around us. I looked at her for as long as I could, and then she woke up.
She yawned, extending her free arm toward the ceiling. “How long have you been awake?” she asked.
“Not long. Had a good sleep?”
“Definitely. So, what now?”
With her fingertips, she drew some invisible patterns on my chest, obviously unaware that she was waking up my cock in the process.
“Come back with me. There’s no reason for you to stay here,” I said. I didn’t even think before saying it. My heart was talking more than anything else.
“Okay. And then what?”
“I won’t ever judge you again. You can stay at my house as long as you like.” I stroked her cheek.
She snaked her arms down between us and found my growing erection. “You just want my pussy.”
I was surprised by her language. Surprised. And aroused. But that wasn’t all I wanted.
“I think I’ve fully corrupted you, sweetheart.”
“Not at all. I need a big handsome lumberjack in my life.” She wrapped a thigh over me. “I’ve been missing out.”
We kissed for a long time, listening to the sounds of the motel. All around us, doors were opening and slamming shut. Conversations fading in and out. I even heard the familiar sound of the elevator bell down the hall.
“I think I could use a shower before getting dressed,” she said.
“Good idea.”
I rose and scooped her up off the bed.
She giggled. “I’m okay now. I can walk. What are you doing?”
“Showing you how a lumberjack keeps his woman in c
heck.” I tossed her over my shoulder, clapping my big hand over her ass. I spanked her sweet ass again just to hear her reaction and feel her squirm in my arms.
Her giggles rang throughout the room. It was all fun and games until we both climbed into the steaming hot shower together. Then she pressed her sexy body to mine and I was a goner. My cock throbbed between us as I watched the water cascade down her face and through her hair.
I assisted her with sweeping the hair from her face, lifted up from her neck, and leaned in to caress the delicate skin on her throat with my tongue. I cupped one voluminous breast with my bare hand and stroked her nipples until they were tight peaks. She moaned when my fingers found her clit. She was already swollen for me or maybe she was still tender from last night. Either way, she leaned into me and parted her legs, giving me easy access.
I couldn’t believe how fucking tempting she was. For such a little woman, her pussy was juicy, plump, and always ready for me. She took my ruler-sized cock like a champ every time.
Lifting one of her thighs, I walked her backward until her spine was against the shower stall. I grabbed the other thigh and she wrapped her legs around me, digging her heels into my ass. She raised herself up until my cocked was seated at her sex. I loosened my grip around her waist and let gravity do the rest, letting my cock penetrate her tight sheath. I pressed my palm against the wet tiles behind us and thrust upward forcefully until I was stuffed balls deep inside of her.
She gasped and then her lips spread into a smile.
“You like to fuck now, don’t you?” I scraped my teeth against her neck as I pumped her.
She nodded. “It feels good. God, your big cock feels so good.”
“Then let me give you what you want,” I rasped against her ear.
I jackhammered her pussy until we came in unison under the warm jets of the shower.
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