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Lumberjacked : A Holiday Mountain Man Lumberjack Romance

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by K. C. Crowne


  I also needed to understand why the hell I felt this way about Angela. I picked up a doll in a mudslide and suddenly my whole life was fucked because I couldn’t get her off my mind.

  For three years, I’d been fine. And now a pair of green eyes and perfect tits scrambled my mind until I couldn’t think about anything other than what it would feel like to wake up to her every morning for the foreseeable future. Of course, after so long, I needed a release.

  It was way more than that, though. And that was a problem. A real fucking problem. If Angela found out what kind of man I used to be, she would run away as fast as her legs could carry her and would never look back.

  And I wouldn’t blame her.

  Angela

  I wandered around Axel’s cabin, which I had to admit was much nicer than Viktor’s. He’d obviously been there longer, had even decorated some. His cabin had more amenities, like a working stove and refrigerator. The sofa and love seat looked comfortable, though I didn’t see a television or computer anywhere. He had some books stacked on a table, and as I reached for one, I heard a loud banging noise. I glanced out the window, which had blinds rather than curtains, and watched the two men from the comfort of a warm home.

  Viktor and Axel seemed comfortable around each other, falling into stride as if they did this often. Although I knew for a fact that wasn’t the case. Viktor wasn’t the type of guy to socialize.

  Had he always been like this? Why would someone decide to seclude himself? Clearly, he wasn’t the only one. Axel had done the same. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around the seclusion, how they were both so removed from any form of civilization.

  I was in the process of doing the exact opposite thing.

  Working for Ryan as an insurance assessor was a bitch. I hated the job, I hated my boss even more, and the run-of-the-mill thing was enough to push anyone to tears. But it paid the bills, it was work that kept me off my mom’s back, and it was an opportunity I hadn’t wanted to pass up at the time.

  Soon, everything would change, though. My mom kept encouraging me to leave, to explore the big wide world, to create a new life for myself away from the childhood I’d had in Grizzly Falls, away from the ghosts my dad had left behind that haunted us both.

  At first, I hadn’t wanted to leave. I couldn’t leave my mom behind and alone. But she kept insisting that I would be living for both of us, that I had to make more of myself than I could be in a place like Grizzly Falls. I needed to stretch my wings and fly, she kept saying.

  So I’d started looking for jobs. I’d looked in big cities like New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, places my mum had suggested, places that seemed to make her happy. Now, I was less than a week away from packing up my entire life and traversing the unknown. In just a couple of short days, I was going to leave behind the only place I ever knew.

  My stomach twisted in a knot of nerves when I thought about it. To leave my home behind was terrifying. To go to a big city where I was a nobody scared the living crap out of me.

  My future job as an executive assistant excited me, though. A big city go-getter in Chicago had decided that my set of skills was exactly what she needed. She needed someone unattached, someone who could travel at a moment’s notice, work everchanging hours. She needed someone who was willing to have an adventure.

  That sounded like me. I had no strings attached, I had no one to look out for if I left my mother here. Most of all, I liked the idea of being an executive assistant to a woman. I wouldn’t have felt comfortable taking the job if it had been a man. I just didn’t trust men. You could give yourself to someone, believe they had the whole world in their hands, and then those hands turned out to be the very same hands that hurt you.

  My mom was the perfect example.

  The door opened, jarring me, and I glanced over as Viktor walked in. I’d been so deep in thought, I hadn’t heard his boots on the front porch.

  “Are you doing okay?” Viktor asked. He stood close to me, his voice low. He took one hand in his and rubbed his thumb in circular motions over the back of my hand.

  “I’m okay,” I said. “Axel doesn’t happen to have a signal, does he?”

  Viktor shook his head. “Unfortunately not.”

  I sighed. I really wanted to call my mom.

  “I think it’s going to take longer than we thought,” he told me. “I just wanted to check on you, make sure you’re okay.”

  “Actually, I think I’ll go back to the cabin.”

  Viktor frowned. It made his dark eyes seem broody. He stopped moving his thumb. “I’d prefer you wait here.”

  “Why?” I pulled my hand out of his. “I’m sure I can find my way back. Like you said, you’re going to be busy for a while. What does it matter if I wait here or there?”

  Viktor shook his head, took a small step back. “You can wait here, Malen kiy. I’m not letting you go back to the cabin without me.”

  I arched an eyebrow at him, irked. “I’m sorry? You’re not letting me go back?”

  When he looked at me, his face softened a little. “Malen kiy, I just don’t want you to be alone.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “Says the man who insists on being alone all the time.”

  Viktor took a step closer again and dropped a kiss in my hair. It was unexpected, and the warmth that came with it even more so. “Please, just a little longer,” he said. “Make yourself comfortable in Axel’s home and I’ll make sure we don’t take too long. Then we can go back to the cabin together.”

  I wanted to argue, but the look on his face stopped me. “Okay,” I said. “But I’m going to sit on the porch. I like watching you work.”

  He flashed a cocky grin at me. “Maybe I’ll pull off my shirt if it gets hot.”

  I blushed even harder. And my body was suddenly hot, my hormones raging. God, what was it about this man that got me so flustered and so ready for him? If he took me now, I wouldn’t complain.

  “Hurry up, then,” I said in a breathy voice.

  Viktor let out a low growl at the back of his throat leaned closer to me, dipped his head and nuzzled my neck. He brushed his thumb over my nipple, and when my breath caught in my throat, he offered a throaty chuckle.

  “I won’t be long, kitn,” Viktor said in a thick voice. He tugged at his pants, and I could see the growing bulge he was trying to hide. I flashed him a smile, and Viktor made a grunting sound that I could only translate as frustration.

  Kitn.

  I loved it when he called me these Russian names. Kitten, that was what it meant. When he said it, it made me feel sexy. Everything Viktor did made me feel sexy, though. I’d never been with anyone who could draw out this side of me. Until I had been with Viktor, there had been parts of me I hadn’t known about.

  I didn’t know what his deal was, though. Why was he so possessive over me? I didn’t belong to him, but he acted like he could tell me what to do. In a way, it pissed me off. I could stand on my own two feet, thank you very much.

  On the other hand, it made me feel warm and protected. All I had ever known a man to do was hurt us or leave. My dad had been a piece of work. My mom still carried the scars, was still haunted by the pain and the rejection that seemed to go hand in hand. I could still remember the smell of alcohol on his breath when he came home too late. The smell of fear that came with it when my mom tried to keep him calm.

  I shook off the thoughts and turned my attention to Viktor. He was nothing like my dad. He was big and rugged and rough and something about him was animalistic and wild. When I was with him, I didn’t fear him. When he lifted his hand to touch me, I didn’t cower away from him, I leaned into him.

  As I sat outside, watching him, I thought about the way he’d touched me, the way he’d made me feel. God, it had been delicious. I arched my back and tilted my hips forward, aware of my own body. I was getting wet again. Viktor hadn’t done much and it had set me off. I refocused on the work they were doing rather than his sexy body, and slowly the lust calmed to a simmer.

>   Viktor kept to his word, working with Axel like they’d done it a thousand times. Working quickly so they could get finished.

  “See if it works,” I heard him say as they walked toward me. “If it doesn’t, you know where to find me.”

  “Thanks, man,” Axel said, clapping a large hand into Viktor’s enormous one. “It’s great to have someone I can always count on.”

  “Anytime,” Viktor said and looked at me. He smiled at me, but his eyes were dark and hungry, echoing my own need. “Are you ready, Malen kiy?”

  I nodded. I was so ready.

  We took leave of Axel and walked through the forest together, heading back to Viktor’s cabin. While we walked, I was aware of his colossal form next to me. His hand brushed against mine, and when it did, electricity ran through me.

  When we reached the cabin, the sun was starting to set behind the horizon, and the light that fell through the trees was warm and beautiful. I closed my eyes and breathed in the fresh air.

  “You like it here?” Viktor asked.

  I opened my eyes and nodded as we approached the cabin and climbed the steps. “It’s so peaceful. Grizzly Falls is a small town, but sometimes, it can be a little rushed. At least… my life seems to be.” I sighed. “I guess that will be over, soon.”

  Viktor frowned. “How?”

  “I’m leaving,” I admitted. “I need to finish my week at work so I can go.”

  Viktor’s face darkened, his eyes sharpening. “You’re not leaving.”

  “Excuse me?” I gasped.

  “You’re not leaving,” he said again.

  I halted and glared at him, hands on my hips. “And why not? What makes you think you have the right to tell me to stay?”

  Viktor scowled. I was ready for a fight. Instead of arguing, he grabbed me and kissed me. His response caught me by surprise, and I yelped as he smashed his lips against mine. His large hands were wrapped around my arms. It only took a moment for me to respond to him, to melt against him. I sighed into his mouth.

  Viktor fumbled behind him for the doorknob and we practically fell into the cabin. We stumbled toward the bedroom. He started working my shirt up, his rough hands gentle on my skin, fingers brushing against my breasts as he pulled it over my head. By the time we reached the bedroom we had already ripped off each other’s shirts.

  Holy shit, he was so hot. I had seen him without a shirt before, but his physique took my breath away every time. I paused, staring at him.

  “Do you like what you see, Malen kiy?” he asked.

  “Oh, do I,” I whispered. I ran my fingers over his bulging abs, tracing the packs with my fingers. “You’re so incredibly hot.” I blushed, and Viktor grinned at me.

  “I’m all yours,” he said.

  He put his hand on mine, guiding my hand down his body. He looked me in the eye as he did, lips parted and eyes drowning. He undid his pants with one hand, pulling his enormous cock free, and he slid my hand onto it. I gasped when I folded my fingers over it, his thick flesh hot under my hand. He kept his hand wrapped around mine and started moving it up and down, pumping my hand up and down with his. He groaned.

  “Yes, Malen kiy,” he groaned. “Touch me.” He let go of my hand and stroked my arm with his finger as I pumped my hand up and down his shaft. The tip was slick with his need for me. I stared at him, mesmerized by his size, trying to imagine what it would feel like when he was buried inside me.

  “Taste it, Malen kiy,” Viktor suggested.

  I glanced up at him. This, I had done before. Not often, but I wasn’t completely inexperienced. I sank to my knees. Viktor groaned, anticipating before I did anything. I slipped my hand to the base of his cock, rolled my eyes up at him, and stretched my lips over the bulbous head. Viktor groaned again, and I let my head sink, pushing him into my mouth as far as I could comfortably take him.

  Holy shit. He’s a mouthful.

  I drew my head up again, swirling my tongue along his shaft, licking the head, before sucking him into my mouth again. Viktor cursed under his breath, pushing his hands into my hair. He closed his hands into fists, holding tightly onto the tresses, but not hurting me. He bucked his hips a little every time I sucked him further into my mouth and groaned when I pulled back.

  “Fuck, Angel, you’re going to make me come too soon if you’re not careful.”

  His words made me wetter. My panties were soaked, and my pussy begged for attention. I trembled with need for him, but I wanted to give him pleasure first.

  “No,” Viktor bit out. I pulled back and looked at him. He put his hand under my chin, tilting my head up. “No, I won’t be able to stop myself. And I’m not done with you.”

  He took me by the hand and pulled me up. He kissed me hard, swirling his tongue in my mouth, tasting every inch of me. His hand fell to my breast, kneading it. He pulled the cup down, exposing my flesh, and rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I moaned against his lips.

  I reached behind my back and unclasped the bra, letting it fall to the floor. I didn’t want anything in the way. I wanted my skin against his. I wanted all of him over all of me.

  Viktor released my breast and trailed his hand down my body, undoing my jeans just as expertly as he’d undone his own. His hand slipped into my panties.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

  He made a low growling sound and pulled my pants down with such a swift movement, they were pooled around my ankles as if I hadn’t been wearing any. He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me out of my pants, putting one leg over his shoulder. I yelped when he lifted me, so that his mouth pressed against my wetness through my panties. He practically dove onto the bed with me, my head falling onto the pillows as he lapped at me with a new hunger. He pulled my panties down with his fingers curled into the waistband, only moving his mouth to roll them down over my legs before he dove back in.

  “Your honey is so fucking sweet, I could taste you all day,” he mumbled. His mouth was still pressed against me and his beard tickled. Before I could giggle, he pushed two thick fingers into me and I gasped, crying out instead.

  “I want to fuck you so hard, you scream my name,” he growled as he finger fucked me. “You have no idea how crazy you drive me, Angel. You make me want to lose myself inside you.”

  “Then do it,” I cried out.

  Viktor froze, glancing up at me. He lifted his body a little, his mouth hovering over my breasts. He brushed his lips across the soft skin on the swells.

  “Is that what you want, Malen kiy? Do you want me inside you?”

  I moaned in response. He was still pumping his fingers into me as he spoke, and it was impossible to formulate sentences.

  “Tell me how much you want me, kitn,” Viktor said. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

  “I want you,” I gasped.

  “You want me to what, Angel? Tell me. Tell me how much you need me to take you.”

  I curled on the bed, squirming as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. He pressed a thumb against my clit, rubbing it in circles while he wiggled his fingers inside me, shifting the sensation of pleasure from inside to my clit. I moaned and gasped.

  “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Viktor murmured. His eyes were on my face, his lips parted, and an expression of pure lust was painted across his features.

  The orgasm built inside me. I was like a cup filling with hot water. It rose and rose until it reached the top and spilled over. I cried out as an orgasm crashed into me. I bucked my hips against Viktor’s hand, coming into his palm, coating his fingers with my juices.

  “What do you want, Angel?” Viktor asked again.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I pleaded. “Please, Viktor. I want you inside me.”

  Viktor growled at the back of his throat and crawled over me, removing his fingers. He kissed me, his hand on my cheek, and my scent swirled around us both. Viktor broke the kiss, his lips fractions from mine. He drew his fingers across my lips, letting me taste myself.

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nbsp; “This is what you give me, kitn,” he said. He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked. “You are my drug.”

  He kissed me again, the taste of my sex faint on his lips. While he kissed me, his ran his hands down my body, parting my legs with his knee. He shifted so his body lay thick between my legs, his cock against my entrance. I trembled, looking at him. My stomach tightened, and I swallowed hard.

  “I’ll be gentle, Malen kiy,” Viktor promised in a low voice.

  I believed him. I trusted him. He was virtually a stranger, and I was at my most vulnerable. But for some reason, I trusted him with my body and with my life.

  I nodded, smiling. Viktor planted another kiss on my lips before he started pushing into me. I gasped, feeling him stretch my body. I opened my legs wider, and he slowly gave me inch after glorious inch.

  It didn’t hurt like I expected it to. My arousal had eased his way. When Viktor was buried inside me, almost to the hilt, he paused. I shivered around him.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “You have no idea how incredible you feel.”

  Viktor looked me in the eyes when he started moving his hips. He slid out of me, so achingly slowly, I wanted to cry out in frustration. I gasped when he nearly slipped out, only his head inside me. He stayed there, moving slowly, teasingly, only using the tip. I groaned in complaint, wrapping my legs around his waist and digging my heels into his ass to try to pull him into me again.

  Viktor chuckled and resisted, watching my face.

  “Please,” I moaned.

  He gave me what I wanted, moving back into me, just as slowly, just as torturous. When he was buried in me again, he brushed a finger over my lips. I turned my head to the side and sucked his finger into my mouth.

  Viktor groaned as he watched me suck his fingers. “You’re a surprise, Angel.”

  All I could do was moan. I was beyond the ability to form coherent words.

  He started moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of me, and I cried out. Viktor moved faster and faster, bucking his hips, and the speed created a new sensation of pleasure that threatened to swallow me whole. I moaned as he fucked me.

 

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