The Hot Guy in the Woods

by London Casey

  I kissed Lara harder. Faster. Our lips parting, our tongues coming together. I commanded the kiss, towering over her. Her hands eased up my body and grabbed at the unkempt scruff on my face. She dug her nails to get to my skin as I dug my tongue deeper into her mouth, chasing away anger, pain, trying to replace it with something better.

  And that something better was rumbling deep inside my gut.

  I felt myself getting rock hard, pressing against the inside of my jeans, making me uncomfortable.

  I would have taken her right there, right in the bed of the truck, right on the side of the road.

  But I decided to give her one last chance. One last chance to walk away from the rattlesnake before she got bitten for good.

  I pulled away with a growl.

  I stroked her face with the back of my hand.

  And I gave her her final choice.

  “Go home, sugar… or follow me to my cabin.”

  She fucking followed me to the cabin.

  There was nothing else to say about it. It was her decision and now she was going to pay the fucking price for it. She wanted a wild mountain man? She fucking had it now.

  I grabbed her as she got out of her car, leaving her door open, her keys dropping to the ground. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me. She was staking her claim, not wanting me to let her go.

  We kissed. Fucking fast and hard, both of us knowing this could end in a heartbeat. Someone could possibly come to their senses and stop this crazy shit from going down.

  But it wasn’t going to be me.

  I carried her to the cabin, opened the door, and made a line right for the bedroom.

  This was about need. About instinct. About a feral wildness that burned inside me and needed to come out.

  I grabbed at the back of her legs and peeled her off me, dropping her to the bed. Lara moved quickly toward me, jumping to the edge of the bed and grabbing for my jeans. She ripped open my belt and my jeans within seconds. Her hands moved up under my shirt, nails touching my skin, staring up at me with a desperation that was just too much to hold back on.

  I took her by the arms and stood her up. She hurried to unbutton my shirt and I gave her a few seconds to do so. When it was open, her hands explored again, touching my chest, down to my stomach, her hands flirting with my open jeans.

  That’s when I grabbed her by the wrists and threw her hands to the side.

  With a wicked fury, I tore her shirt off, threatening to fucking rip it into shreds if need be. I threw the shirt somewhere and touched her shoulders, inching down to her breasts. She pressed her chest against me, my big hands cupping her chest, making her look smaller than she really was.

  I kissed her neck and moved down. Kiss after kiss down her chest, my hands sliding behind her back, unsnapping her bra. I pulled her bra off her body and she let it fall to the floor.

  My hands touched at her ribs, holding her there as my tongue continued to taste her. My mouth moved over her right breast, engulfing her. The tip of my tongue racing up and down, left and right, feeling her nipple harden to my touch. My other hand crept up and I held her breast, my thumb mimicking on her nipple what my tongue did to the other.

  She let out a shuddering groan and pushed my shirt off my shoulders. Her nails dug into my skin but it didn’t hurt. She’d need a lot more strength to break my skin.

  But not a lot to break my heart.

  I growled as I pulled away, sucking against her breast, making her cry out.

  My mouth popped free and I looked at her.

  Topless in my bedroom, more beautiful than ever. A deepness burning in her eyes.

  I pushed her to the bed and let her fall.

  She grabbed for the sheets as I lowered down to the floor. My hands grabbed the top of her pants and pulled. She lifted her ass off the bed and I took the liberty of stripping both her pants and panties down her creamy white legs. I let her kick the clothes off as my hands touched at the insides of her knees. Parting her legs, her perfect body finally fully exposed to me. I could see her glistening, a wet sweet flavor that was already attacking my senses.

  My game wasn’t in fucking foreplay. My game was in fucking pleasure.

  I moved forward with purpose and force. My hands squeezing at her inner thighs, making her jump and suck in a breath. My eyes locked with hers as I closed in and tasted her. With just the tip of my tongue, I claimed my territory with a straight line down and back up. Tasting her honey as she poured with ease, sticky to my tongue, my cock writhing to get out of my jeans.

  I brought my right hand up to her lower belly and spread my fingers wide. She quickly put her hand to mine and tried scratching at me again. My thumb was down far enough that I pulled, exposing the nub of her clit.

  She let out a whimper as my tongue went for a kiss she’d never forget.

  My lips first. Then my tongue. Her hips bucked at me, her legs trying to close.

  No way, sugar. You fucking wanted this.

  I turned my head a little and took her into my mouth. Her soft folds, her hard clit, savoring all of her. My tongue easing down and thrusting forward, feeling her tightness. I made a big circle, wrestling with her, loving the way she moved her body and the sounds she made.

  As I moved back to her clit, I let both of my hands climb up her body. Around to her ribs, holding her tight, pulling her close to my mouth. Moving my head as though I was nodding at some question, but I was just tasting all of her. Giving her no fucking chance to breathe. Her only purpose right then was to come. To find that release and let it the fuck go.

  With each passing second of her sweetness dripping into my eager mouth, I felt more alive. Angry, yeah. But I was alive.

  She thrusted against my tongue, wanting more.

  So I pressed harder. I moved my tongue faster. I was in fucking control.

  She lifted her ass off the bed as her body started to shake. I moved my hands over her breasts, cupping her tight. She lowered herself back to the bed, her hands going to mine, her ass still off the bed, rising higher by the second. I stayed right with her, taking her to the edge.

  The moment she hit climax, her ass crashed to the bed as she cried out.

  I was rewarded with a fresh warmth that my tongue lapped up as though I hadn’t had a drink in a week.

  I couldn’t stop myself.

  She was better than whiskey, which seemed fucking impossible.

  I growled as she kept grinding, her body moving with such precision that I felt like I was going to lose myself.

  I took my right hand away from her breast and grabbed the front of my jeans, shoving them down to my knees.

  I pulled away from her tender pussy and stood up.

  My cock was impressive, befitting my size, and I knew it.

  The look on Lara’s face was priceless.

  I grabbed her by the hips. “Sugar, reach back for the nightstand…”

  Lara then shook her head. “No. It’s okay. I’m okay. I swear. Don’t stop, Syi.”

  I gritted my teeth.

  Fair enough, sugar.

  I pulled her to the edge of the bed and had a surprise for her. With a swift move, I turned Lara to her right side. I grabbed her left leg and held her where I wanted her. I bent my knees, grabbed my cock with my free hand, and eased forward.

  The swell of heat that attacked me made me hiss.

  I readied myself as I touched her. My cock throbbed, craving more.

  I pressed forward and began to enter her.

  Lara turned her head to the side and grabbed for the sheets.

  So I turned her the rest of the way around. I took hold of her curvy hips and pulled her back to me as I thrust forward.

  I felt like my body was going to explode.

  This was so fucking different than all the others.

  This… this fucking mattered.

  17

  In Breathless Silence

  (LARA)

  My hands pulled the sheets tightly to my body as I tried to keep up
with him. Behind me, thrusting, fucking, holding me in a way I never thought possible by a man. His hands were so fucking huge, so fucking strong, moving everywhere on me, commanding me, taking me places I could have only dreamed of.

  I was barely done coming down from the first orgasm when Osiris had me there again.

  I felt every inch of his wild body inside me. Reaching depths nobody dared to touch before, a thickness that made my legs shiver with a greedy need. And each time he thrusted forward, he growled. He grunted. That deep voice echoing in the room as he had me.

  I was breathless, and when I did find a second for air, it was a second when I would groan, call out his name, or just make any noise that I was capable of.

  One of his big hands slid up my back and touched my shoulder. He pulled at me as he thrusted harder. I turned my head and bit at his hand.

  His other hand came around my body and cupped my left breast.

  Osiris pulled at me, wanting me to move up. He released his hold on my shoulder and joined his other hand as he cupped my other breast. He brought me up so that my back rested against his hard chest. And he was still so deep inside me. I looked down at his hands, completely covering my chest.

  I put my head back in defeat, my mouth opening, needing air.

  The scruff on his face touched my cheek and my neck. I tilted my head, offering my neck to him. He kissed me, working to my shoulder, and then back to my neck. I turned my head and we started to kiss. A wild, raging kiss. An angry kiss.

  He started to fuck me again, not losing a second of his speed.

  His right hand inched down and held me at my stomach.

  He kept me right there in that position, pumping harder and faster by the second.

  I groaned into his mouth and he kissed me harder.

  As he sped up, I readied myself for him but there was no being ready.

  I reached back with both hands and felt his sides. There was muscle everywhere on him. Muscles in places I didn’t know they could exist on a man. I felt those muscles flexing as he worked hard.

  He quickly brought his left foot up to the bed and thrusted so hard into me I cried out in a hoarse voice and lost my breath. He started to release, holding there, grunting each time he pulsed. I had the split second chance to command the kiss. I never kissed a man like I did with Osiris. He unleashed something inside me… like I was a beast or something. Or that I was able to just fucking forget everything and let myself feel something real.

  Something that was maybe far too real.

  I stood on the porch of the cabin and watched as Osiris grabbed my keys off the ground and shut the driver’s side door. I stood there, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, wearing nothing but bra and panties. My bag was on the passenger seat, with my phone, some clothes, and whatever else I managed to grab when I decided to follow Osiris.

  When his phone had gone off, I didn't mean to look. The screen lit up and message after message came through. I glanced and saw names and my curiosity was piqued. He was such a mystery and I wanted to know why. But it wasn’t my business.

  Go figure I’d realize that after he took me to his bedroom and showed me what a real man was capable of with his hands and body.

  Osiris walked around to the passenger side of my car and got my bag.

  He walked to the porch and held his arm out. “Figure you’re going to want to spend the night, sugar.”

  “Maybe I got what I came for,” I teased.

  God, when was the last time I actually flirted with a guy and enjoyed it?

  Osiris walked to the top of the porch, standing tall over me. He glanced to his right and grinned. “No, sugar, you didn’t get what you came for. We’re just getting started.”

  He left me shivering as he went back inside.

  He came back out, holding a beer in each hand. “Drink?”

  “Yes, please,” I said.

  “Go ahead and drop that blanket off you first,” he said.

  Was he flirting back at me?

  “You don’t think I will?” I asked.

  Osiris smiled. An actual full smile. And fuck, if he wasn’t cute. Dare that word to go through my mind. The mountain man was sexy, beastly, but when he smiled, he was something else.

  He twisted off the cap to his beer and sat down in a chair on the porch. He put his feet up and started to drink.

  I did the same, minus putting my feet up.

  I kept the blanket around me and sipped the cold beer.

  “You should get in touch with your friend,” Osiris said. “Patch things up.”

  “Who? Kim? I’ll text her later.”

  “Make sure you do it. Don’t ruin that friendship over something stupid.”

  “Thanks for worrying.”

  Osiris looked at me. “I don’t worry. I just care.”

  I felt myself blush.

  “Can I ask you something, Syi? No getting mad?”

  “That’s a serious thing to ask,” Osiris said. “Considering you’re half-naked. At least you have your keys.” He raised an eyebrow. “Still want to ask me something?”

  “I do,” I said. “You can ask me anything, Syi.”

  “That doesn’t mean I’ll do the same for you.”

  “Right. Sorry. You’re so different than I am.”

  Osiris let out a growl. “Ask.”

  “When I slept here the second time… you were upstairs. At the desk. You were looking at a map.”

  Osiris quickly stood up. He looked forward and shook his head. I saw his nostrils flaring.

  “Just wondering,” I said. “Were you looking for more land or something?”

  “There’s land everywhere, sugar,” he said.

  “You know what I mean. Wasn’t sure if it was for your work or something.”

  “Let’s pretend it was,” he said. He turned and walked into the cabin.

  I rolled my eyes.

  My body was still reeling from what he had done to me. And there I was, trying to get closer to a man who preferred to avoid society by living in a cabin on top of a mountain.

  My choice in picking men was seriously fucked up. From Thad to this. And this - Osiris - it wasn’t even a thing. And with Thad, it was a long lie. A long year or more of lying.

  I sat there and took a deep breath. The woods were calm and peaceful. I could get used to it. Osiris appeared in the doorway with a map in his hand. With the flick of his wrist, he threw the map at me.

  “There. Secret’s out.”

  “What secret?” I asked.

  “You caught me looking at a fucking map. So go ahead and piece it all together now.”

  I held the map out, shaking my head. “No. I told you I wasn’t going to do that. That’s not who I am, Syi. I’m sure you get that enough. I’m sure there are lots of people who try to bother you. For whatever reason.”

  Osiris slowly nodded. “Yeah. Bother me.” He took the map back and tucked it into his back pocket. “You might want to put on more clothes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because we’re going for a walk.”

  The temptation to hold his hand was overwhelming. We were side by side, on something that looked like a path, but if I were alone, I’d be long lost. Osiris navigated the woods like it was nothing.

  “Where are we going?” I asked him.

  “Somewhere you know,” he said.

  He said nothing else.

  Not until we stopped walking. He pointed and I saw a stone bench.

  It was the stone bench where I had curled up to get some sleep when I was drunk and lost in the woods. Right behind the stone bench was a giant weeping willow tree. It seemed sort of weird to see that kind of tree in the mix of all the others.

  “This leads right out to the main road,” Osiris said. “It was the only way to find the cabin. I made my own road from the other side. Easier for me to get to my job.”

  “Did you put this bench up here?” I asked.

  “No. It was there when I bought the place. No idea how it got here.
” He walked to the bench and leaned over enough to put his fingertips to it. “But this bench took everything from me, Lara.”

  I stiffened, my hands at my sides. I was like a tree, realizing that Osiris was about to open a little to me. I swallowed hard as he looked back at me.

  The look was so fierce. This monster of a sexy man in such pain.

  “She loved quirky stuff like this,” he said. “It was her thing. The second I saw this, I bought the cabin. Honestly. I saw the bench with the tree behind it. I took a picture and sent it to her. When I got to the cabin, the realtor was already there. I bought the cabin. For her. To save us.”

  I dared myself to take a step.

  Osiris put a hand out to stop me.

  “I get messages and emails every single day, Lara. You can’t imagine what I ignore on a daily basis to try and pretend I’m someone else.”

  “Who are you then, Syi?”

  He grabbed for his flannel sleeves and rolled them up to his elbows. He made fists and held his arms out. He flexed. He arms were fucking huge.

  “The ink was my old life,” he said. “I owned a welding business. I always liked working with my hands. Kept me out of trouble when all I wanted was to find trouble. Getting into trouble was how I got attention in life. I was pretty close to doing something really stupid and being put away when she crashed into my life. In the beat of a heart I was straight as an arrow. I opened my own shop which turned into two. I did everything. I had people bringing me stuff for cars, motorcycles, decorative shit for their houses or man caves. It was wild. It had this vibe to it… the sound, the sparks, heavy metal music blasting through the speakers at the shop. I drove the most expensive car I could buy. I had two motorcycles that spit out flames through a custom exhaust I built myself. But all I did was work. I was the fucking rockstar, Lara.” Osiris looked at me. “And she was going to leave me because of it. Not that I could blame her. I touched my phone more than I touched her. I held my phone more than I held her. I looked at my phone more than I looked at her. It was a fucking joke, Lara. I was a fucking joke.”

  Osiris stopped talking.