The Woodsman

by Blake North

  He shrugged his shoulders. “I would think so,” he said, a sudden sadness coming over his handsome features.

  I couldn’t help but wonder what he was running from, but I didn’t quite feel right asking him. After all, I was the one who barged into his life, not the other way around.

  We both went quiet, staring at the fire, mesmerized by the dancing flames.

  He stood up. “I'm going to get a drink.”

  His voice was a little gruff. I watched him walk to the kitchen and grab a bottle off the top of the fridge.

  I walked to the kitchen and held out my empty cup. “Can I have one as well?” Maybe a stiff drink was what we both needed.

  He stood holding the bottle, his eyes staring into mine. I held my breath, waiting to see what he would do. He reached out to take the cup out of my hand and set it on the counter next to his. I didn't move. I couldn't. When he put the bottle on the counter, I suddenly felt very warm.

  Instead of pouring our drinks, he turned back to me. I don't know what came over me, but I took the smallest step toward him, silently asking him to touch me. It was the only invitation he needed.

  He grabbed my face in his hands, and his mouth came down over mine. The moment our lips touched, I felt everything I had been trying to push away since the dream come roaring back. I sighed and leaned into him. His hands dropped away from my face and came around my waist and up my back, pulling me into him. I reached up, standing on my tiptoes, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

  I couldn't seem to get close enough. My fingers dug into his flesh as I stepped closer, pushing my pelvis against his groin. I felt the erection straining against his jeans. Never before had I experienced such a voracious need to be with someone. I wanted to fuck him. It was crude and dirty, but it was what I was feeling deep inside behind that mask of propriety and the good-girl image I had held for far too long.

  He clearly felt the same way, judging from the way his hands were moving over my body. My breathing was coming too fast. I started to feel lightheaded, but I didn't care. I didn't want to stop. This was my fantasy coming to life, and I wasn't going to stop until I got that climax my body had been aching for. I had been dying for his touch since that horribly dirty, wet dream several days ago.

  I needed him to move faster. I reached down and started undoing the button on his jeans and he got the message. His hands moved to my sweater, pulling it up and over my head in one quick move, our lips separating for only as long as it took him to do so.

  My hands were fumbling, not nearly as steady as his. I couldn't get his pants unbuttoned. I groaned in frustration. He pushed my hands out of the way and undid his pants while I pushed my leggings down my hips, our lips together the entire time.

  He started walking, moving me backward as he went. I trusted him to guide me and didn't bother breaking the kiss. As we moved, I wiggled out of the leggings and my panties before I stepped out of them. Once I was free, I fervently pushed his jeans down his hips.

  I bent my knees, going down to the floor, not wanting to wait any longer. I didn't need a bed. I needed Chase buried deep inside me at that very moment. He placed a solid hand on the small of my back and dropped in front of the fireplace, supporting me as we slid to the floor. I sat on my butt, he kneeled in front of me, his dick jutting out in front of my face. I leaned forward, licked my lips, and I took him into my mouth.

  I reached out one hand and cupped his balls, moaning as I felt the weight of them. Using my thumb, I felt for the vein on his cock, the throbbing pulse I knew would bring him the most satisfaction and rubbed it in time with my sucking.

  I gasped when I felt his fingers reach between my legs and spread the lips of my pussy. I sucked harder and faster. He slid a finger deep inside me. My legs dropped open. I sucked and licked his massive cock, doing my best to take him deep in my mouth. He was too big. It was then I had a sudden realization—how would I fit him inside me?

  His fingers worked some serious magic, and I lost my concentration and any fear of us not fitting together was vanquished. He pushed in a second finger, and I could no longer focus on sucking his dick. My head dropped back as he pushed inside with one finger and used his thumb pad to rub against my clit. I couldn't hold back.

  I came apart under the steady work of his fingers moving deep inside me. I came hard, my juices covering his fingers.

  “I need you,” he grunted out.

  I slid back and pushed him down to his back so I could ride him. I needed to be on top and in control. I was excited and nervous at the same time to take him into me. I straddled him and slowly lowered myself over him. I was slick and wet, and, as I slid down the length of him, I could feel him stretching me.

  Our eyes held as I moved. It was incredibly erotic to watch him watch me take him deep inside me. The stinging sensation was turning me on, knowing his dick was so big my pussy was being stretched to capacity. I paused, letting my body adjust to his invasion before moving him deeper inside me. Finally, I felt his balls against my ass and knew that I had taken every inch of him. I rotated my hips a bit, relishing in the fullness his extra-large cock created deep inside me. His hands came up to massage my breasts, and I leaned back.

  “Ride me,” he groaned.

  I did as he asked. Starting slowly, rocking back and forth, sliding his cock over that sensitive nub, another climax building. I sat up, taking him all the way in and then leaned back, my hands resting just above his knees. His hands gripped my hips, and he moved my body back and forth, slow and steady and then faster.

  “I'm going to come,” I breathed.

  “Come, Madison. Come on my dick.”

  I rolled my head over my shoulders, reveling in the sensation of the climax spiraling through my body in sweet agony. He held me in one spot as I bucked and rocked on his dick.

  “My turn,” he grunted, coming to a sitting position and lifting me off him, before turning me around.

  I found myself on all fours. I shivered with excitement and anticipation of him taking me this way.

  His hand moved to cover one of my butt cheeks. He caressed it and then moved to the other side. The anticipation of his invasion was making me aroused all over again. I felt his fingers move to my pussy and spread me wide before he pushed in.

  He pounded into me with such force, I slid across the floor. The primal thrusts stirred something deep inside me, and I felt myself becoming even wetter with every push.

  “Fuck me,” I shouted, completely surprised by my own boldness. “Harder!” I screamed out.

  He roared and gave me exactly what I asked for. I felt his balls slapping against my thighs.

  “Now!” he commanded.

  I was already there, the arousal paralyzing me. I couldn't move or breathe as it washed over me, wave after wave. I felt him spurting into me, filling me with his hot seed. I collapsed face-first onto the floor, my energy completely drained.

  Chase collapsed beside me, one arm thrown across my back.

  “Are you okay?” he asked with real concern.

  “Uh-huh,” I mumbled.

  My limbs felt like electrified putty and my heart was still beating a mile a minute, but I was completely and totally satisfied for the first time in a long time.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Chase

  I could feel her warm, soft body curled into mine and didn't want to move, but I had to move, or she would freeze. I needed to get wood on the fire before it went completely out. I didn't need to look at a clock to know it was five in the morning. I woke up at five every day. No alarm clock needed.

  I allowed myself a few more precious minutes of holding her tightly against me, relishing in the feel of her naked body pressed into mine. Last night had been amazing, but I wasn't satisfied. I had barely scratched the surface of what I wanted from her. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman, and it had taken monumental self-control to hold back as long as I did.

  With very slow movements, I untangled my arm from under her head and s
tood up, covering her with the blanket as I did. The chill in the air sent a shiver through my system. I quickly picked up my clothes, pulling on my boxers and jeans. I put on a heavy flannel that I’d left hanging by the door, slid into my thick snow boots, and headed outside. It would only take me a few minutes to chop up some kindling and grab a few logs to get the fire roaring again.

  The air was cool and brisk and always had a way of clearing any remnants of sleep from my brain. I took a few seconds to look around the property. Quiet, as usual. I got busy chopping, doing my best not to make too much noise as I did.

  When I walked back into the cabin, I was surprised to see Madison in the kitchen. She was wearing my T-shirt. It was just long enough to cover her butt. I stared at her, measuring out coffee and was instantly hard.

  “Hey,” I said, still holding the stack of wood in my arms. “Did I wake you?”

  She smiled. “No.”

  “What are you doing up so early?”

  She made a big show of sighing. “I was cold.”

  I kicked off my boots and placed the wood in the box next to the woodstove.

  “I'll get the fire going.”

  It didn't take me long to build a fire. She came to stand next to me in front of the hearth, handing me a cup of coffee. I loved how normal and domestic the gesture felt, but something nagged at the back of my mind.

  There was a man back home in Florida whose ring she had left behind. Though it had sounded like she didn’t think she should be with him any longer, I knew that a fling with a random guy thousands of miles away from home didn’t exactly equate to calling off the wedding.

  “How are you feeling?” I asked, needing to fill the suddenly awkward silence.

  “Like a normal human again.”

  “Good.”

  We went back to standing there, staring at the fire, both of us sipping our coffee.

  “I should shower and dress,” I told her.

  “Okay. Chase?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Is everything okay?”

  I smiled, gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and stepped away. “Everything's fine.”

  I could see by the look on her face that she didn’t quite believe me.

  I went to the bathroom and turned on the water, stepping under the spray and thinking about how much I wanted Madison to be in the shower with me. Maybe next time…

  No. There couldn't be a next time until she and I had a talk.

  I let the water pour over me, and my mind drifted back to me fucking her on the floor of my cabin. How could her so-called fiancé not care about her? The guy had to be crazy. If I had a woman as gorgeous, smart, and kind as Madison, I would not let her go to Colorado for two weeks without me. I wouldn't let it get to the point she felt she had to run away from me.

  Mark was a douchebag. That was the only explanation.

  By the time I got out of the shower, I was a little more in control of my body. My erection had softened, and I managed to get my jeans buttoned without pinching and squishing parts that should never be pinched or squished.

  The second I opened the bathroom door, I paused, blinked, and inhaled. Bacon. I smelled bacon.

  I deposited my dirty clothes in the hamper and headed for the kitchen in my bare feet. I froze at the sight of her, standing at the stove in that T-shirt. She was humming as she cooked.

  “Wow!” I said, startling her.

  “Well, you've been cooking for me and waiting on me hand and foot this week. I figured it was my turn. I can pull my own weight around here. How do you like your eggs?” she asked.

  “Uh, scrambled works.”

  “Scrambled it is. Have a seat.” She used the tongs in her hand to gesture toward the small circular table.

  I did as I was told.

  She brought me the coffee cup I had earlier and refilled it.

  “So, you said you owned this place?” she asked as she cooked.

  “Yes. Well, it's been in the family for a long time. When my mother passed away, I inherited the cabin and a nice chunk of land,” I explained.

  “What kind of shifts do you work? I mean, you’ve been able to be here with me this whole week. Do you have a flexible schedule?”

  I hesitated, not sure how much I wanted to tell her. “I don't currently have a job.”

  I knew that made me sound like a world class loser. What she didn't know was that I had a very healthy inheritance I barely touched. It wasn't like it cost a lot to live up here, being single and all.

  “But I thought you were a paramedic?”

  The questions were making me uneasy. I needed to change the subject and quickly.

  “No, I completed the training and got my degree, but I haven't actually worked as a paramedic.”

  She turned to look at me, questioning me further, but I declined to answer. She must have gotten the hint I wasn't thrilled talking about myself or my past and quickly dropped the interrogation.

  “You? You said you did some shows. What kind of art? Like painting, sculpting?” I asked, turning the tables on her.

  “Abstract painting. I like to make people think. I don't want to push what I see in a painting on someone else. It's supposed to mean something different to each person. I like to think it has to do with what's in a person's heart and mind that determines what they see.”

  I raised an eyebrow. It sounded like a lot of mumbo jumbo new age stuff to me. “Oh.”

  She laughed. “I know it sounds crazy, but I promise there’s more to it than paint splattered on a canvas.”

  A dark look crossed her face, and her cheery demeanor changed. I had a feeling good ol' Mark had used that term to describe her work.

  I watched as she cracked some eggs in the pan and stirred. The motion caused the shirt to ride up an inch or so and gave me a lovely view of her bare ass. And just like that, I grew hard again. It was going to be tough keeping my hands off her. I don't know why I thought I could. The only thing that would keep me from fucking her again was if she told me no. I didn't know Mark, but I didn't like the guy. My allegiance to the man code was already dissolved.

  Fuck him. If he couldn't take care of his woman, I would. He fucked up by treating her like shit.

  “Breakfast is served,” she said, placing a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast in front of me.

  “Thank you. It smells and looks delicious. I usually just have a bowl of cereal,” I grinned.

  She winked. “I figured you needed a big breakfast after all the work you put in last night.”

  The woman was going to kill me if she kept talking like that.

  She dug into her breakfast with gusto, and I had to bite back a laugh. She was a small woman, but clearly, she had a very good metabolism. Maybe she was making up for the lack of meals the past few days while she had been recovering. Whatever the reason, I liked it.

  She caught me staring and paused, the fork filled with eggs midway to her mouth. “What?”

  I smiled. “Nothing. Good to see you eating.”

  She lowered her fork a bit. “You're not the only one who worked up an appetite last night.”

  Yep, fuck Mark. I was only human. I could not resist this woman.

  We finished our breakfast, and she began clearing the table.

  “No, you made breakfast. I'll clean up,” I told her.

  She nodded. “Okay. I should probably get dressed. Can't be running around in your shirt all day.”

  I begged to differ, but she had a point. If she wore that, neither of us would get anything accomplished. I needed to split more wood and get ready for the next storm that would be rolling in. There was always another storm coming. Living up here meant I was constantly getting ready for the next storm. I didn't mind. It kept me busy and my mind off things I didn't want to think about.

  I decided to focus on Madison and enjoy the brief time I had with her. When she packed up and went back home to Florida, I could go back to dwelling on the past and all the mistakes I had made. For now, I had a beautiful woma
n in my home who wanted me. That was all I wanted to think about.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Madison

  After splitting more wood and replenishing his pile most of the morning, Chase had come in and asked me if I wanted to go into town for dinner that evening. It took me by surprise, as he didn’t really strike me as the going into town for dinner kind of guy. He clearly liked his privacy up here.

  “That would be lovely,” I’d said, excited for a chance to see a little bit of the town.

  I wanted to look good for him. I wanted to show him I could clean up and be pretty with a little effort. Though Chase seemed to like me just the way I was, I still wanted to really wow him.

  He had been kind enough to give me the bedroom to get ready. I’d heard him go outside a bit ago. The sound of the ax slamming into wood echoed through the house. It was strangely comforting. My big, strong mountain man was out chopping wood while I flitted about the cabin, trying to calm my nerves.

  I needed to talk to Emily. She would talk me off the edge. Thankfully, as the storm had lifted, limited cell service returned. If I stood really still in one spot for a few moments, I could get enough bars to make a call.

  “Hey!” she squealed when she heard my voice. “I'm glad you're okay, but tell me more about the mountain man. Is he really that big and sexy?”

  I sighed. “He is definitely that big and very sexy.”

  “Good. Stay with him. I'll miss you like crazy but stay. You sound happy. Any strange man that takes care of you like that is a keeper in my book,” she said with a hint of envy in her voice. “I didn't know they made them like that anymore,” she sighed wistfully.

  I laughed. “I'm sure they’re made all kinds of ways. He is a good guy, but …”

  “But?”

  “But there’s something he isn't telling me. I feel like he’s hiding something. I mean, nothing horrible like there are bodies buried in the woods, but something he doesn't want me to know.”

  “We all have secrets, Madison. You did just meet the guy, and just because you’ve had sex with him, it doesn't mean he’s going to spill his guts. You know guys aren't like that. Give him some time. When he's ready, he'll tell you. Don't let that ruin your time with him,” she lectured.