“A violin?” I asked. I was pleased with his choice of analogy.
“Yes,” he nodded confidently as he pushed my legs open again. I glanced down at his cock which was throbbing and thick. A dribble of pre-cum dripped from the pulsing tip.
“Why a violin?” I asked. I just had to know why he thought that.
“You have the loveliest strings to play,” he told me as he teased my pussy lips with his cockhead. “And the sounds that you make are music to my ears.”
“Well in that case,” I grinned and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Play away.” I had always thought the violin was a beautiful instrument and it gave me a burst of pride to be compared to one.
I braced myself for the impact of his cock filling me inside, but in a good way. He grunted as he thrust his way in, but it was an easy slide. I was soaking wet for him and knew that any time he asked for sex, I wouldn't be able to deny him.
I knew this fling wouldn’t last forever. The flame of lust would die out eventually. I couldn’t stay here having blissful sex with him forever, but I would enjoy it while it lasted. Good things never lasted. They were taken away. But this—this certainly would be an erotic and fancy tale to remember. A blissful memory that I’d keep with me forever.
For now, I melted into his arms as he thrust in and out of me, slowly at first like I loved, and then harder and faster as the heat and friction between our naked, sweaty bodies began to rise.
“You are so sexy,” he groaned as his eyes rolled back in his head.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and hiked my heels over his shoulders. “I love the way your cock fills me up,” I whispered.
Talking naughty to him made me blush, but I secretly enjoyed the rush. He made me feel like I could cast all my inhibitions to the wind. My senses were heightened. I moaned out wildly as he hit my g-spot over and over until finally, the explosion of desire and passion burst from inside of me.
I held onto him, clinging on for dear life as my orgasm rocked me violently. Erik grinned proudly. I knew that every time he made me cum, it was a boost to his ego.
“I love it when you come,” he groaned and grabbed my hips. “I love filling you with my seed.” He pulled my hair as I climbed on top of him and straddled his hard cock.
I sat on his manhood and rode it like there was no turning back. My ass and breasts bounced as he squeezed them. “This feels so good,” he groaned.
I knew he would come soon. I could use his cock as my play toy. I would make him explode.
I rocked harder and faster, thrusting up and down on him as if I was as seasoned in sex as they came. I had no idea what I was doing, but judging by the enthusiastic expression on Erik's face, I knew I was bringing him a world of extreme pleasure. He turned me over again and plowed into me until I was creaming all over his cock.
He pulled out and fired his load of hot cum all over my belly and breasts. He had a giddy expression of delight on his face as he collapsed back into the sheets. I was afraid that I was becoming addicted to him, even more than I initially realized.
Chapter Sixteen
Alexis
I had been with Erik for too many days to count. I wasn’t going to lie, I was having fun with him. He took me over and over, fucking me as if it were his last day on earth. I didn’t mind it. I loved the sensuality between us.
All good things came to an end, eventually. I knew that I couldn’t stay here in his cabin forever. I had a life and a job back home. People would soon come looking for me if I was gone any longer. And I would be out on the streets if I didn’t show up at my apartment with my rent money in a few days.
I glanced over at Erik as we were eating a breakfast of sausage and eggs together. The atmosphere was peaceful and serene.
I cleared my throat to get his attention. He glanced up at me from where he had been looking at a newspaper.
“What is it, my dear?” He asked, calling me by an affectionate pet name that caught me off guard at first.
“Um…” I faltered.
He chuckled with innocence. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” I blushed. “I think I’m going to get in the shower now.”
“Okay,” he shrugged and glanced back down at the newspaper again.
At first, I was surprised that he didn’t want to join me or at least ask if he could fuck me while we were sudsy and wet like he did last night.
I stood up and then realized that I might never see him again after my time in Arrow Lake came to an end.
“Do you want to join me?” I blurted out. I didn’t want to mention that it might be the last time, because I didn’t want to make him sad.
“Sure,” he said with excitement as his lips curled into a grin full of mischief. “I’d love to.”
He was a typical guy after all, but I wanted to come with him again. I knew I would miss him when I left. I had done what he wanted me to do. I had allowed him to fuck me over and over, but the best part had been that I had enjoyed myself too.
We got in the shower together. The warm water hit my back with penetrating bliss. I was already getting wet as Erik began to finger me. I grabbed his cock and began to pump my fist up and down on it, giving him a nice, soapy hand job. He groaned and gripped one side of the shower wall while he used his other hand to swirl his fingers around on my clit.
It felt so good, being naked, wet and wild with him in the shower. I was coming into my own, sexually speaking. It was like a fine art, chasing each orgasm. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before he made me come.
I spread my legs allowing him better access as I continued to work my hand up and down on his manhood. I gasped as I came and gripped the walls, shaking uncontrollably in the magic of the pleasure that consumed me.
“You are so sexy when you moan like that,” Erik grinned.
I had a wildly naughty thought at that moment. “I want to suck your cock,” I whispered as I got down on my knees.
He groaned as I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to suck with passion and enthusiasm. I sucked him like my favorite treat, finding pleasure in making him lose control. A few minutes later, he came. His cum slid down my throat and I swallowed every last drop, sensually licking my lips after.
“Christ, that was amazing,” Erik told me as we dried off together.
I grinned, happy to take his compliment. “I like to keep it interesting.”
We got dressed, and then Erik’s expression faded into sadness. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I have your belt bag,” he confessed. He walked into the bedroom and emerged a few seconds later with it. “Here.” He handed it to me with a grave expression.
"Oh," I took it and rifled through the contents. "Did you have this the whole time?"
He nodded, a shameful expression on his face. “I um…you knew earlier that I didn’t want you to leave me.”
“I know that, Erik.” I swallowed as raw sorrow rose in my throat.
I didn't want our last day to be a sad one, so I rose on my tiptoes and kissed him passionately. He gripped me about the hips with his strong hands and deepened the kiss. I would miss this.
He parted from me. “Anyway…uh…just make yourself at home,” he said, before heading toward the back door.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“To chop some wood,” he told me and then was gone.
I stared at my bag. I knew I had to leave, but it would be too hard to say goodbye to Erik face to face. I hated to just quietly slip away, but maybe it would be for the best. I dug to the bottom and retrieved the map I took for the tourist shop when I arrived in Arrow Lake.
It was now or never.
I walked to the kitchen and found a pen and a pad to write on. I left him a note, thanking him for everything. I tried the front door. Erik must have forgotten to lock it, or maybe I wasn’t his prisoner any longer. I glanced behind me one last time, then closed the door as I walked away. This time, I didn’t run. I just walked. The further away I got from the
cottage, the more my heart filled with dread.
ERIK
Alexis didn’t realize I had been watching her the whole time as she left, walking back into the wilderness and away from my heart forever. I had been outside chopping wood. Part of me wondered whether she would take her things and leave without a goodbye after I gave her the bag back.
It had been a risk, but it had been one that I was willing to take. I wasn't really surprised when I watched her fade into the distance. I drew the ax up over my head and grunted as I slammed it into a pine tree, shattering it in half in an instant.
I would stand here hacking away at wood for as long as it took for the pain to expel from my body. Part of me had wished she would have chosen to stay, but I knew it was a shot in the dark.
She had a life to return to and a job. She didn’t have to be on the run anymore, because I had killed off the one threat she had left in the world. She was a free woman. She had complied with my wishes and I had to let her go.
I shook my head and threw the ax into the ground. I wiped the sweat from my brow only to replace it with dirt and grime from my fingers. I sighed roughly. I was a mountain man. I would stay here until I grew old and died. It wouldn't do me any good to chase after her. It was my dream to have her. I wanted to marry her, but the deal was over, and she didn't want the same things.
I didn't belong out there in the real world, living with the rest of society. I'd done evil things in my past, and I deserved to stay right where I was, an outcast living in the woods, off the grid. The only friends I had were the wildlife—the birds, the wolves, and bears—surrounding me.
I would continue to do what I always did. I pressed on, day after day. Talked to the trees and made knives and cleaned my guns to keep my hands busy. It was the life I had chosen. I was in hiding by my own accord.
If Alexis had loved me the way I loved her, she would have stayed.
I walked back inside my cottage and took a swig of my water. I found the note she wrote me on top of the flannel shirt she'd worn while she was here. The fabric still smelled liked her. Everything around me smelled of her.
But it wasn't meant to be, and it was time for me to move on. I was tough and durable. I had been through worse. I probably deserved the suffering anyway, because my dark past would always lurk in the shadows.
Chapter Seventeen
Alexis
It was a long trek back to the bed-n-breakfast, but I’d finally made it. I was dirty and sweaty and caked with wilderness grime. My ankles and calves were sore, but I was alive. The trek had been uneventful to my relief.
It felt as if it had been a lifetime ago when I had been bantering back and forth with Paige in our hotel room for the layover before vacation commenced. I unlocked the door to my room and found it to be in the exact same condition it had been when I left a few days ago.
Adorable green peppermints had been laid out on the pillows and the linens had been replaced. The bed was tucked neatly, and the charming smell of cinnamon hovered in the room. Nobody was any the wiser. They probably just assumed I had been out on trails and hikes with tour groups. No one came to hotels to just sit in the rooms, even at such a quaint and cozy bed-n-breakfast like this.
I threw my bag onto the bed and plopped down on it myself, heaving an elongated sigh as I stared up at the ceiling. I wished I felt better inside, but I felt cruddy, almost rotten. I mulled over whether or not I’d made the best decision to leave Erik without even saying goodbye.
Part of me hated the fact that I’d been so wimpy and lacking even the most remote human decency to tell him goodbye in person. I mentally fretted over the idea that he was probably wounded by the fact that I’d said goodbye to him on a notepad. I didn’t want him to think he wasn’t worthy of a goodbye, but it was over and done with now. I had no choice but to move on.
I decided that a long, hot shower would be the best antidote to clear my swimming and overflowing head right now. I twisted on the nozzle and stared into the mirror, waiting until my reflection was no longer visible through the fog of steam swirling through the room.
I didn’t like the silence. I was alone again, and I wasn’t sure it was the outcome I’d been looking for. Erik’s sexy face kept popping up in my head and I couldn’t shake the vision out, no matter how many times I squeezed my eyes shut in desperation.
Everything would be clearer in the morning. I just needed a full night of sleep. I'd been tromping through the woods for a while. Exhaustion of the events I'd been through was catching up to me, that was all.
When I got out of the shower, I patted myself dry and rubbed on some of the complementary lavender lotion provided by the owners of the bed-n-breakfast. The smell was appealing and calming, bringing me enough comfort to lure me into a more tranquil state of mind.
I put on a tank top and shorts and turned on the tv in the room but quickly muted it. The sound was distracting my focus. I needed to burn the map where I’d marked it up trying to get back so that nobody would ever be able to find Erik’s cabin. It was the least I could do for him, to respect his privacy and keep my word that I would never declare his secret to the world.
He’d helped me in ways that I could never repay. He took a life for me, and all I had to do was have sex with him and allow him to take my virginity. It had been easy to lose it to someone like Erik because he was as compassionate and sweet as he was gruff and aggressive.
I felt like I owed him a debt of gratitude. Maybe one day, I’d be able to tell him how much I appreciated him saving me in more ways than one. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about our time together.
I shuddered with delight as my mind exploded into sensual overdrive at just purely imagining his fingertips lightly grazing me. The fantasies swirled in my mind and made me tingle all over. I smiled as I shut my eyes and pretended that Erik’s warm body was lying next to mine.
All I had left now were the memories. As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered how long it would take for them to fade away until the touch of his skin against mine no longer lingered. Right now, it was still exposed, raw and vivid even though he wasn’t physically with me anymore.
Chapter Eighteen
Alexis
The next morning, I was all packed up and standing in the lobby of the bed-n-breakfast. It was time to go home, but only half of my heart was ready to make the journey. I stood there, blankly staring down at my boarding pass as my mind played ping pong against decisions. Part of me wanted to stay, but the other part of me knew nothing more than jumping from place to place.
Ever since my parents were brutally gunned down, I’d been a ghost of a person. I never allowed myself to stay in one place over another, because I had felt like all that was left of me was fragments.
With Erik, everything was different. He carried my burdens for me, without me even asking him to. It was like some kind of unspoken protection or something. He was truly the alpha male. It was ingrained into his DNA to be protective. To get rid of threats. He was my shelter, and I wasn't ready to go back into the storm of life.
When I was with him, I forgot all my problems. My cares fluttered off into the breeze that fluttered softly through the trees. There was nothing else, no one else besides the two of us. Wasn’t that what true love was supposed to be like? I couldn’t believe I’d been lucky enough to find it, only to run away from it like I did with everything else in my life.
My belt bag was strapped tightly around my waist. I glanced down at my luggage, one simple carry-on—a rolling suitcase. It made me sad to see something so familiar. I looked down at my boarding pass. My flight was to leave in a little under two hours.
I’d already called a cab and they were on the way to pick me up. Soon, I’d be high up in the air as the mountains of Arrow Lake pierced the sky below. Then, they would disappear forever and the man I couldn’t stop thinking about would still be there, somewhere beneath those trees. Alone.
Everything looked so microscopic and insignificant when you were
soaring through the clouds. It was this that made me change my mind in an instant. Life was too short. I needed to embrace my heart and follow my desires. I couldn’t live with regrets another single day of my life.
I quickly called and canceled the cab ride. I couldn't bear to leave Erik behind. I felt like I'd left a part of me in his heart and in his cabin. I had to return to him. I grabbed my suitcase, dragging it along like a wheelbarrow, and half-ran, half stumbled along as fast as I could, away from the bed-n-breakfast.
I never looked back. With each step I took through the woods, I felt like I was shedding the weight of my past and leaving it behind forever. Before I realized what had happened, I was staring at Erik’s cottage. I had made it there without ever utilizing my map. My heart already knew the way. When you were driven by the compelling force of love, formal directions were never required.
Chapter Nineteen
Erik
When I heard a hard knock at my front door, I immediately went on high alert. I thought about the decision to grab a gun and prepare for some type of battle, but I made a last minute choice to go to the window and look outside first.
That's when my heart dropped through my chest and onto the floor. My breath quickened, my pulse raced. I had to blink and do a double take because I couldn't believe what I was seeing, as if it was just my imagination playing tricks on me.
I ran to the front door and swiped it open. Standing there was the love of my life that I didn’t even realize I needed until she had faded into the sunset horizon. Alexis Mancini. She was my light. The slender, tan, beautiful inside and out perfect woman.
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