Kept by the Woodsman: An ex-MMA Fighter Mountain Man Romance

by Ambrielle Kirk

  Saul grabbed my ass as we walked across the lobby and pulled me to his side.

  “Saul!” I protested, my cheeks burning in embarrassment.

  “What? It’s a nice ass,” he commented.

  The truth was, I wanted his hands on me. I didn’t care who saw us.

  Once we were on the elevator, I pulled Saul right into me, rose on my toes, and captured his mouth. I loved the way he smelled and tasted, like pine and forest. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and lured him deeper into our kiss. I couldn't believe the way his big hands fit so perfectly around my ass as he held me firmly against his groin.

  As the old rickety elevator rose up a level, so did the steam between us.

  Saul had me pressed against the metal wall of the elevator with his lips and tongue doing a number on my neck and the exposed parts of my breasts. I wanted out of these clothes. I wanted nothing between us.

  The elevator bell rang. The doors slid open sooner than we thought. We parted just as another couple with loads of hiking gear strapped to their backs came into view. They stared at us in wide-eyed astonishment.

  “Um…excuse us,” I said, taking Saul’s hand and pulling him off the elevator.

  I glanced down at the time on my cell phone as we walked down the hallway. “Oh God, I have less than fifteen minutes to pack all my stuff and check out.”

  “Don’t worry. Take your time. It’s not like there was a line or anything outside.”

  “Yeah, but for some reason, they’ve been a stickler about fees. I got charged when I lost my keys and they even tried to charge me for using too much wi-fi the first night,” I exclaimed, inserting the key in the door.

  “Yup, sounds about right,” he said. “When I stayed here, they nickeled and dimed the hell out of me. That’s one reason why I started looking for a place fast.”

  We pushed our way inside the room and I immediately ran to the bed where my suitcase was waiting. I started throwing stuff inside to beat the clock. Saul, who noticed me in a panic, picked up my makeup bag off the nightstand and handed it to me.

  When I turned around and bent down to put in the suitcase, he pressed his cock to my ass. He wrapped his arms around me and nestled his lips against the back of my neck.

  “This whole rooms smells like you. I remember when I first came in here and smelled your perfume,” he said.

  “But I bet you wanted to wrap a hand around my throat back then, not kiss me,” I teased.

  “You’d be surprised. I kind of figured you were going to be something else with the way you broke in my cabin like that.”

  “I’m just a bit determined, that’s all.”

  “Sure you are. What did you do with that little sex toy?”

  I blushed. He’d never let me forget that he knew I used a vibrator for orgasms.

  I spun around and slid my palm down into his cargo shorts. “I don’t need it anymore. I prefer this.”

  My fingers instantly wrapped around his cock.

  He moaned. “Well, it’s yours to do what you like with.”

  “We’re not going to make it back to the cabin. I want you so bad,” I panted.

  “Oh, don’t I know it.”

  I squeezed lightly, drawing some pre-cum right out of him, and then used my fingers to coat his tip.

  “You know…I saw the way that receptionist looked at you. Do you know her?” I couldn’t help it. I didn’t know why I was jealous. I’d never been before.

  “She was here the day I came to see you,” he said, his eyes drifting closed as I worked him up to peak arousal.

  “Oh?”

  Saul’s eyes flew open instantly. He caught my gaze and cocked his head to one side. “Let’s get one thing straight here.” He took me by the wrist, guiding my fist up and down his cock the way he wanted me to. “This right here…you did this to me. This is all for you."

  Grinning, I undid his fly and dragged his cargo shorts all the way down to the floor as I knelt on the floor in front of him.

  I licked my lips. “Then if you don’t mind…”

  My lips sank all the way down his cock, inch by inch, until I had a mouth full.

  Saul moaned my name, wound his fingers through my hair, and relinquished full control as I pleased him. Before long, he was pumping his seed on my tongue.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Tyra

  I stretched my arms to the ceiling. My body was tucked and nestled into the clouds of pillows and sheets as soft as velvet on Saul’s bed. I wasn’t expecting him to be laying next to me. From what he told me yesterday, he rose at the break of dawn most mornings either to work on his latest project or workout.

  Yesterday was a blur. We spent the whole day in town. It had taken longer to maneuver down the mountain since we had to take another route. Supposedly, road crews were working on the dam break and the pothole that developed as a result of the break.

  I had checked out of my room, so I finally had something to wear other than the same thing every day. I still ended up going past the 1 p.m. checkout deadline due to our extracurricular affairs. At 1:01 p.m., I was on my knees with Saul’s nine-inch cock between my lips.

  After our tryst in the hotel room, we rode out to the vehicle rental place to grab the rest of my stuff from the rental car, picked up a few items from the local convenience store, and then visited an orchard on the way back up the mountain.

  So, I had extended my stay at the drop of a dime just so I could be with my mountain man. From the way things were turning out, Saul wasn’t interested in letting me go either.

  I sat up and yawned, blinking against the light of a new day. Rain pelted the metal roof of the cabin, reminding me that the rain storms here were frequent. The flooding had let up some, but people in the area were still cautious. Throughout the night, every so often, the wind would rush through the trees and make the rain whisper lulling and terrifying sounds all at once.

  I guess that was the mystery of being out in the mountains, but at least nothing was ever dull. My digital camera was full of images I had snapped along the way. The stream running along the back of Saul's cabin acted as a beautiful backdrop to my canvas. I loved photography and even the simplest things like capturing morning dew on a blade of grass excited me.

  I grabbed a t-shirt and some shorts from my suitcase and slipped into them. I shuffled groggily to the kitchen to get started with a late breakfast. I promised Saul that I’d make blueberry pancakes.

  Something still worried me. I had a tough choice to make, and guilt had wrapped its claws around my brain like vulture talons. My conscience was like a bowling ball in the pit of my stomach. I didn't want to hurt him or violate his trust. On the other hand, someone was counting on me to deliver what I had promised. I hadn't intentionally invaded Saul's privacy. I had come to love spending time with him and learning everything about him. Not for someone else, but for me.

  His passion for me was tangible now. He would rock my world whenever we were together intimately. His tongue was like a magic bullet, firing rounds of sensual bliss against my clit. His cock was amazing and he knew exactly how to use it. He was incredibly intelligent and had proven to me that it was possible to live without the modern conveniences that I relied on every day.

  A noise outside startled me and I jumped. I walked over to the window and pulled the curtain to the side, peering out with curiosity.

  Saul was trudging through the drizzling rain as if he didn’t even feel it or was unfazed by the sheets of water that were hitting him in the face. We were supposed to visit the trading post and farmer’s market today to shop for supplies. I also wanted to take pictures and capture some images and maybe get a quote or two from some of the homesteaders. But we had just learned that the shop would be closed today pending even more debilitating rain.

  I wasn’t the least bit sad about that. As long as I had Saul to keep me company, I was happy.

  I spotted him rolling a barrel across the backyard. He looked focused and lost in thought a
t the same time. I studied him for a few moments, admiring how sexy his rock-hard body was. His dampened clothes clung to him like a glove, showing off the muscles on every surface of his body. His broad back muscles moved with each jerky movement he made. His forearms were like boulders in comparison to the lanky, scrawny white collared guys I’d dated in the past.

  Saul lifted the barrel with a grunt and turned it upright. He was sexy, smart, and savvy.

  As I continued to stare at him, impressed by his strength, my mind drifted back to the night before. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment of how I found myself aggressively yearning for more. I shook my head as if I would be able to rattle the memories right from my mind.

  I needed to distract myself. I diverted my attention to the task at hand, rinsing some fresh blueberries to mix in with the pancake batter. I put on a pot of coffee, and before long the blend of Columbian beans began to drift through the kitchen.

  After a few minutes, Saul barged through the back door. He was soaking wet. His clothes were drenched and sticking to his skin like glue.

  “Hello,” I gulped. “Um…and good morning, I guess.” I licked some batter from my fingertips. “I’m making pancakes. Are you ready to eat?”

  Without a word, he peeled off his shirt, lifting it over his head. He tossed it aside and shoved his pants down. He was dirty, naked and dripping with rainwater. He looked like a sex god who was ready to plow right through me with pleasure and passion.

  I set the spoon down on the counter and stood there, waiting for him to cross the kitchen. And into the kitchen he came…and then he kissed me senseless. My vision blurred, and my legs turned to mush. I was intoxicated by his rugged manliness and I craved more.

  He undressed me in record time. I was naked and exposed underneath, breathing hard as I waited for him to take me.

  I glanced down between his legs. His rock-hard cock was pulsing. His erection shot up to the ceiling. I gasped at his girth as he lifted me up on the kitchen table and spread my legs as wide as they would go.

  There was no time for foreplay now. We were both frantic and ready for that fulfilled promise of release.

  He gripped his enormous cock and pushed it inside of me with a grunt, and then pumped with an eager, more enthusiastic thrust.

  “Saul,” I cried.

  “Jesus, Tyra…I can’t get enough of you,” he moaned.

  I gasped as his cock filled me. He was thick and swollen, much like my clit which continued to reap the benefits of being rubbed by the friction of his cock stroking against it. I clawed at his back with passion-fueled fingernails. I cried out with wild pleasure.

  He continued to thrust in and out, fucking me good, hard and unprotected. I pressed my body to him and never wanted to let him go. Before long, my mind sizzled with the explosion of ecstasy.

  Our lips met with frenzied hunger. I squeezed my legs around his waist with my heels digging into his ass.

  “Harder, Saul…please,” I moaned against lips.

  He fucked me with raw, primal, mountain man urgency. As his hot load of cum fired up into my body and exploded with a warm sensation, I joined him in climax.

  A few minutes passed before Saul finally had the energy to pull out of me. He slid his cock out and looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered to him. There was a magical gleam in his eyes.

  “You’ll stay here with me, won’t you?” he asked, softly.

  I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, pulled him close, and answered him with a kiss.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Tyra

  Later that night, we were finishing up with dinner. I had done the cooking this time. I even went as far as finding out some of Saul’s favorite meals. Even though I followed a recipe, Saul seemed to enjoy the steak and veggie stir-fry. He went back for seconds. And thirds. But I already knew his appetite for food and sex were insatiable. We made the apple cobbler together for dessert, using some fresh apples we picked at the orchard.

  We were seated at the table with a bottle of chilled wine and our empty dessert bowls in front of us. I was enjoying the wine and Saul preferred beer with his meals. I looked up to find him staring straight at me. There was a wide grin on his face which was very contagious.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing. Can’t I look at my beautiful woman?”

  I blushed. “Your beautiful woman?”

  “Yes, Tyra. You’re beautiful and you’re mine,” he replied.

  I cast my gaze downward at the table.

  “What is it?” he asked, more serious this time.

  “There’s something you don’t know about me.”

  “You told me the other day.”

  I glanced upward, confused. “I did?”

  “Yes, you mentioned that your reason for being here was complex. And I told you that it didn’t matter.”

  “But I think it does,” I replied, wearily.

  “Sure, you’re right, but we’ve all had issues in the past, Tyra. I know you’re still grieving your dad and stuff. And I know you’ve got a whole other side of your family that you were never close to. All those things shaped you, just like my past shaped me. I want to learn more about your past just as much as you want to learn about mine, but do you know what I’m more interested in right now?”

  “What’s that?”

  “Our future.”

  My heart warmed. “Oh, Saul…”

  “If you stay, I promise to do right by you. I know you think I’m just some poor man who ran up here to start a new life, but that’s not all there is to me. I work very hard for everything I have here and I’ll work a whole lot harder if I knew I had someone like you. I’d take care of you and you wouldn’t even need to work. That would be my job.”

  “I want that,” I said, without hesitation. “Just in case you haven’t noticed, I haven’t been making plans to leave here.”

  “Then that’s good.” His eyes brightened. “I know you had a life back in the city, but I’d have no problems helping you get your stuff up here.”

  I swallowed. “Saul, about that…I’m not just from a nearby city, I’m from Traverse City. Michigan.”

  His lips parted and he gave me this far away look. “Is that how you knew I used to be an MMA fighter there? Did you see me fight or something?

  I nodded. “Saul, I’m not the only one wondering where you are. I’m not the only one looking for you.”

  Saul sighed and settled back in his chair. "That's not surprising. There aren't a shortage of people looking for me. The group I used to work with. My old manager. Journalists from all these scummy tabloids. They want to know why I left. Why I don't fight anymore. You're not the first coming out here looking. You're just the first to find me and the only who had the guts to break into my house."

  I chuckled nervously while fumbling with the stem of the wine glass.

  “You’re also the first woman that I’ve ever felt something for. I’ve never felt like this,” he said, and then he leaned forward and took my hand in his from across the table, squeezing it reassuringly. “Tyra, please understand that I’m not interested at all in reconnecting with anything from my past. It’s why I moved up here. I think I’ve got a good life going here and I don’t want anything messing that up. When you first showed up asking all those questions, that’s why I acted the way I did. I thought you were some reporter come to put me on the spot and reveal my real identity.”

  “But, don’t you have family in Traverse?”

  Saul let go of my hand suddenly. "They're dead to me. Well, my dad is. When he told me on his deathbed that I'd never amount to nothing, I got the hint pretty quickly. Look, I'm not butt-hurt because of what he said, I'd been planning to start over on my own way before he got sick and died. I got caught up with a very bad organized crime syndicate when I used to fight. I wanted out, so I got out. They don't know where I am. And they're not going to find out because no one's going to tell them. I'd sil—” He mopped his hand down his face, sighin
g heavily.

  I frowned. “Go ahead. Say it. If someone ratted out your location, you’d silence them. Isn’t that what you were going to say?”

  “I’m not a monster, Tyra,” he said, calmly. “I just want to do things right, now that I have the chance to do that.”

  “I know.”

  Saul rose from his chair. He didn't say a word. I thought he would close the distance between us and rid me of my clothes like he usually did. I wasn't going to stop him. I was craving his body against mine anyway.

  Instead of ravishing me, he took my hand and led me to stand. He cupped my chin gently and tipped my mouth upward to meet his. He kissed me passionately. This moment felt like it was our first time. A burst of new sensations flooded me, taking root in my body, in my heart, and soul.

  He parted from the kiss, and said, “I want to start over with you.”

  I brought my hand up to stroke his cheek. “We’ll start over. We’ll make it right. Together.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Saul

  “That was amazing as always.” Tyra grinned at me with her legs still wrapped around my neck.

  I gave her a mischievous smile as I grazed my fingertips gently up and down her naked thighs. “There’s more where that came from,” I crooned.

  She propped herself up on her elbows, panting hard. Her cheeks were flushed with the glow of her recent climax. She looked positively beautiful and stunningly radiant.

  “Thanks for taking me out to the lake today,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such high water levels like that before. It looked like the whole thing would overflow again.”

  “That’s Arrow Lake for you. I’m glad we could get out today since it rained so much yesterday. You looked so happy taking your photographs. Which reminds me…would you like some internet out here? You know…to post stuff on your blog.”