Abducted by the Mountain Man

by Ambrielle Kirk

  “Oh, well that’s too bad.” She bit the corner of her bottom lip. “You’re so strong. I bet you’re something else in bed.”

  She was teasing the hell out of me and she knew it. It was the first time that she had opened up to me in a way like that and gave me more ambitious fuel to see how far I could take things with her without getting negative feedback. I was a man after all, and I had needs. Needs that I'm sure she could fill, and I wanted to see how much I could get away with.

  With my dick hardening, I shifted in my seat. “I could show you…if you’d like.”

  “I…” She was mesmerizing, and my mind took over with a rush of intoxicating fantasies.

  I frowned. “But you have a boyfriend.”

  “I’m sorry.” Alexis shook her head. “I don’t have a boyfriend either. That part…was a lie. I was afraid you’d hurt me and I wanted you to believe someone would come for me. But there’s no one…”

  “I won’t hurt you,” I replied, sincerely.

  “I know that now,” she said, shyly.

  “The truth is, I’d love to give you pleasure.”

  Alexis’s cheeks flushed crimson at the admittance of my erotic imagination. “I’ve never had sex before,” she blurted. "No one has ever pleasured me. I'd want a man to pleasure me, but I don't know how to ask."

  For some reason, this confession from her turned me on even more. “Really?”

  So, she had no boyfriend, and she was a virgin. This surged my arousal into overdrive as I rose from my chair and walked towards her. I was captivated by her beauty. She looked at me with hungry desire in her eyes. I’d seen that look before. She was curious and needy. She compelled me to wrap my arms around her waist.

  Wordlessly, I led her back to the couch. Her skin was on fire with electrical heat of both desire and wonderment. Gently, I pushed her shorts down without protest. I pulled her legs apart, but she didn’t squirm away. I caught her gaze before proceeding forward, wanting to be sure this was what she wanted.

  “Is something wrong?” she asked breathlessly.

  “No. You’re perfect.” Her pussy lips were engorged and full, pink and perfect. She looked delicious and I noticed she was trembling. “It’s okay,” I whispered to her. “I’m not going to fuck you. I just want to make you come.”

  I craved to taste her sweet nectar as my lips drew like a magnet to suck on her clit. I began to lick her as my tongue pushed past her swollen pussy lips. She tasted like honey and I was instantly addicted. My tongue made swirling motions as I made perfect circles on her clit.

  She began to conform as her body relaxed. She rested her feet on my shoulders as I gave her oral pleasure. Soft moans and sighs escaped her lips and turned me on even more with the sound of her voice.

  A puddle of her slippery wetness began to pool on the couch and I knew I was making her intensely satisfied. Her moans became more wild and desperate and her thighs shook with passion and desire.

  She gripped the back of my head and pushed me further between her legs as she tugged on my hair with a mixture of pleasure and pain. The sexual chemistry between us was thick and dense. I knew she was close to allowing the ecstasy to consume her.

  After a few more seconds, she made a guttural, primal cry of pleasure as her orgasm shook her body with near violence. I gulped down her sweet pussy juices, relishing in the way her pussy convulsed with her orgasm.

  That night, I held back, trying not to indulge in what I really wanted. Instead, I rubbed her body softly, massaging her skin to relax her, and then I watched her as she drifted back into a peaceful lull of sleep. Her cheeks were flushed in the afterglow of orgasm and her expression was that of a contented woman. As I stared at her, I knew I was in trouble as the addiction for her began to take over me.

  Chapter Nine

  Alexis

  It was the next evening. I was on the fence about being here. I loved spending time with Erik, but this all seemed too good to be true and I knew that all good things came to an end. Right when we least expected it. Right when everyone was happy, thinking that there was no possible way their happiness could be taken away from them until someone else came along and stole their joy.

  Erik had gone down on me twice more since the first night we were together. I couldn’t believe how generous he was when it came to giving out orgasms like they were candy on Halloween. I had no idea sex could be this good. I hadn’t even had sex with him, but still, his mouth was amazing.

  He made my insides melt, and the more climaxes I received from him, the more I became infatuated with him. He was brooding, dark and sexy. He spoke fluent Russian and would sometimes whisper Russian phrases into my ear while he was kissing me or after making me taste myself after eating me out. I had no idea what he was saying, but that was part of the mystery that made this so scary and thrilling at the same time.

  I still got the sense that he didn’t fully trust me enough to let me go back to the bed-n-breakfast. Not enough time had passed for people to start looking for me. I hadn’t had time to make friends in the tour group yet, so nobody would probably be wondering where I was. I was supposed to be gone for an entire week, so it would be awhile before alarm bells started ringing with Paige or anyone at work either.

  I wanted to stay as passive as I could so that I wouldn’t set him off. I didn’t know if he was a ticking time bomb or not. He seemed to be enthralled with my body and wanted to give me as much pleasure as possible. As long as I stayed under the radar and didn’t piss him off, I felt like I would be in good shape to win him over and eventually earn his trust.

  We had been sitting by the fireplace in his living room with more than a few hours until dark. I pretended to be interested in his books, but I was more infatuated with watching him produce a custom-made knife from scratch. I wondered what he was going to do with the knife when he got done making it. I shoved my fears to the back of my mind again. He'd been so kind and gentle to me.

  He stole glances at me while he worked and I had to admit that I was surprised that he seemed pleased with having me here. The afternoons and evenings grew brisk because of their high altitude. It was as if we were nestled in the clouds of the sky, perched up on the edge of the world.

  Internally, I muddled over the prospective idea of maybe using this region as my home base one day. Those dreams were still far out in the future. Much like Erik, I had my own paranoia, doubts, and fears.

  I always felt like I was being chased and trying to stay one step ahead of the game. It was a losing battle because I never felt safe. Even now, my guard was up. Even though Erik was cracking my foundation, the walls remained firmly in place to shield me from the hurricanes of life.

  “What do you want for dinner?” Erik smiled at me with a flicker of adoration that I hadn’t seen leak from his emotions yet.

  I sighed and rubbed my palms against my knees. If I had to eat venison and rice again, I didn’t know what I’d do. “I can cook something for us,” I suggested.

  “Really?” He raised a skeptical eyebrow.

  “Of course.” I chuckled. “I love cooking. My parents had a restaurant in New York and I used to work there after school. That was a long time ago though.”

  “What kind of restaurant?” He seemed intrigued, so much so, that he put down the knife he was working on.

  “It was our family business. My dad was an Italian chef when he married my mother. And of course, being born and raised in the deep South, my mother grew up on soul food. She was an excellent cook without the formal training that my dad had. As a teen, she used to cook meals from my grandmother’s kitchen and sell them to neighbors, the church, and anyone that knew her.” I smiled, cherishing the stories my mom told me. “And then she met my dad. Fast forward through two years of courting and they finally got married and he convinced her to move to New York and run his business with him. I was born a year later. Their restaurant was all the rage back then. They combined Southern and Italian recipes that even had the tourists paying visits just to e
at there.”

  Erik smiled. “Wow, that’s quite a history. What happened to your parents?”

  I shrugged. “No longer living.”

  “How?”

  “Their lives were cut short by senseless violence. They were in debt and owed money to the mob. There. That’s my secret. I don’t like talking about it, so please don’t make me.” Before he could ask me any further questions, I said, “I still remember all the recipes. Do you want me to cook or not?”

  “What would you make?”

  I was glad he hadn't asked me what happened to my parents. I wasn't ready to delve into that yet. "I saw some pasta earlier in your cabinet. You've got eggs, cheese…so I think you've got just about everything for some mac and cheese. I know you said you like meat with every meal. Do you have anything else besides venison?"

  He grinned. “I got tired of eating that myself. There’s chicken.”

  “How does southern fried chicken and mac and cheese with an Italian twist sound?”

  He rubbed his belly. “That sounds delicious.”

  We walked into the kitchen together and I set off to work. No one had ever watched me cook before, but he seemed more than interested in what I was doing. As I prepared the meal, I told him about how I practically grew up at my family's restaurant. I appreciated that he didn't ask me anymore prying questions. He just let me talk and he listened. Before we knew it, the food was done.

  About five minutes into dinner, he was more than halfway finished his meal. He had already told me how great of a cook I was and claimed everything was delicious. He even went back for a second helping of mac and cheese and several pieces of chicken.

  Mid-way through dinner, I nonchalantly asked him what brought him to the mountains. He didn’t seem bothered by me turning the tables on him and asking about his past, so I continued, “I know you aren’t from around here. Not with that sexy accent of yours. Where are you from again?”

  My charm had the effect I wanted. He became vibrantly forthcoming, telling me about how he was born and raised in Russia, and then went to work as an independent contractor, but he had lived all over Europe.

  “How long have you been in the States?” I questioned as if I were just making light conversation.

  "Not long," he shrugged although he wouldn't give me a defining timeline. "I had to get away from my past."

  “Oh?” I raised my voice as I nibbled at my food.

  “I was a contract killer.” He said it like it was the most normal job in the world.

  I swallowed, and suddenly, I wasn’t hungry anymore. I began to put the pieces together. Sanitation. Contract Killer.

  “You killed people for a living?” I asked, slowly.

  “Yes. Mostly for Bratva and other Russian kingpins. Like I told you before, I take out the trash.”

  “I had no idea that you meant that literally,” I said.

  His eyes looked full of regret and sorrow. I couldn't believe how openly honest he was with me.

  “I know that must still haunt you,” I said and squeezed his hand across the table. I felt sorry for him, but I said nothing about the wave of anxiety that took me when I realized that he had once been the very thing that killed my parents.

  He met my gaze and something soft changed in his demeanor. “I don’t ever want to go back to that life.” His voice was somber, grave. “I’m not that man anymore. I took out trash, not good people. You don’t have to fear me.”

  “I know that. I’m not afraid of you.”

  I put down my fork and backed away from the table. “I think I’ve had enough,” I mumbled.

  Less than an hour after our meal, evening began to turn to dusk. Just like the previous evenings, Erik handed me a comfy fleece blanket and I stretched out on the couch with some magazines and pamphlets he’d given me to read about Arrow Lake. He must have been dead tired because he worked at a slower pace on the knife he’d been mulling over since earlier this morning.

  I wanted to ask him more. I wanted to grill him more about his occupation. Now I understood why he was so suspicious of me. He was a real-life criminal who couldn’t be bothered with the law. He thought I’d rat him out. He was wrong. I never planned to rat him out. Even now, after he saved my life and offered me shelter in his home, how could I wish him any ill-fate? He just didn’t understand. Maybe he would never understand. I knew what I had to do.

  I rolled over and pretended to be asleep until I couldn’t hear him fumbling with the knife-making supplies any longer. When I turned around, his eyes were closed shut and his head was rested against the back of the chair. His lips were slightly parted. He was fast asleep.

  I pushed the covers off my bare legs and sat up on the sofa for a moment to make sure he wouldn’t wake up. I didn’t know where my tank top was, but my jeans shorts was draped over a wooden chair where he’d laid it out to dry earlier this morning after doing laundry. I still had on his big flannel shirt so that’d have to do. I tiptoed across the room and quietly pulled on the shorts. My shoes were by the door with his hiking boots and I slipped my feet inside.

  Picking up the key that I saw him drop on the console table earlier that day, I unlocked the deadbolts with shaking fingers. I cringed when the door creaked a little when I pulled it open. A cool wind drifted inside the one-inch opening and I waited until the breeze had faded before pulling the door open just enough for me to squeeze through it.

  With my heart pounding violently in my chest, I pulled the door closed. On the front porch, I let out a huge sigh of relief and then made a run for it. The sun was fading fast on the horizon and if I wanted to make it back into town by nightfall, I had to sprint.

  Recalling what I’d read in one of the magazines today about the region, I turned my back to the moon and away from the mountains and began running toward what I hoped to be west. The locals referred to the main town as west. Going west into town was the phrase I’d seen numerous times in some of the interviews. I’d also remembered that the tour guide had also mentioned it a few times, so if I kept going west, I’d see civilization again.

  ERIK

  I was startled awake by some strange noise. When I looked down at my lap, I realized I’d fallen asleep while making another knife to be sold at the local gift shop in town. On instinct, my gaze shot to the couch where Alexis should have been sleeping. She wasn’t there.

  “Alexis?” I called out in the direction of the bathroom.

  I glanced at the windows to see that it was now nighttime. It appeared that I’d been out a while. I rose and walked down the hall to see if she was alright.

  When I didn’t find her in the bathroom and she didn’t answer my calls, I knew what had happened. I raced to the door to find that the deadbolts were already unlocked.

  No. No, she didn't…

  She could not have run off by herself this time of night.

  Groaning, I grabbed up a flashlight and took off running. How was I going to find her out here in the dark? I should have never let my guard down. She must have planned her escape like this.

  Who did she think she was—cooking macaroni and cheese and frying chicken and then waiting until I was knocked out to make her escape and run off into the woods?

  How dare she leave me feeling as if I couldn’t live without her?

  I couldn’t let her go. No, I couldn’t. I needed her.

  ALEXIS

  I could have sworn the temperatures had dropped about ten degrees since I escaped the cottage, or maybe it just felt that way because I was shivering in trepidation. A wolf howled nearby. I tried to ignore the sound, but then I heard a chorus of wolves howling. I thought I heard ruffling through the bushes as I ran out into a clearing. My heart jumped in my chest and my lungs burned.

  I glanced west again and breathed a sigh of relief when I caught the sight of smoke billowing up toward the sky. Then I saw several sets of lights in the distance coming from what appeared to be some windows.

  I was hopeful up until the point when I heard a deep growl b
ehind me. I stopped dead in my tracks, remembering what I’d read years ago about how to survive an animal attack. The worse thing I could do was run. My mind was telling me one thing and my body was telling me something else. Fighting the urge to take off running again, I turned around slowly, only to be confronted by a big ass black wolf.

  “Oh…” I breathed and backed away slowly.

  Its ears were perked upward and its canines were barred. It titled its snout upward and sniffed, probably trying to determine if I posed a threat.

  In a sign of submission, I shifted my gaze to the ground and backed up some more.

  To the right of me, I spotted someone big and tall running toward us with a flashlight.

  “Alexis?” The man called out. “Alexis!” It was Erik.

  When he revealed itself, the wolf then turned its aggression on Erik.

  “Calm down, boy,” Erik said, in a soft voice. “It’s alright. No one’s going to hurt you.”

  The wolf seemed to understand that Erik posed no threat and it turned and ran off into some bushes.

  Erik shifted his gaze to me and then came straight for me. “I thought I told you not to go out alone.”

  “I didn’t want to be a bother anymore, plus I have to go home,” I pleaded.

  “So you snuck off in the dead of night?”

  “You weren’t going to let me go anyway.”

  “How do you know that?” He took my arm gently. “Come on. We can’t stay out here. Only a fool would try to find their way home in the dark. You don’t even know where you’re going.”

  “No, I don’t.” My admission embarrassed me. “The wolf? You weren’t afraid of it?”

  “No. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be. Come on,” he said.

  I glanced out into the darkness where the wolf had disappeared, and reluctantly, I went with Erik.

  “It’s like he understood what you were saying,” I said, in awe of how he’d handled a wild animal.