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

by Ambrielle Kirk

  “Saul, I didn’t know you’d come back in,” she exclaimed, spinning around.

  Our lips met in a deep, seductive kiss that had us wrapped in the moment.

  “You taste like apples and cinnamons,” I whispered against her sweet mouth.

  “I’m making cobbler. I’m trying a new recipe.”

  I grabbed her hands, brought her fingertips to my lips, and licked them. “Mmmm. When will it be ready? I’m about ready to dive in.”

  She grinned. “About an hour?”

  “Did Aaron and Aiden finally fall asleep?” I asked.

  The twins were now almost ten months old now. I just couldn’t believe my luck. If someone had predicted years ago that I would have a kid of my own, let alone two, I wouldn’t have believed them.

  "Yes, but I thought they'd never go down. I read them a story, and that seemed to do the trick. They were out in less than five minutes."

  She turned again and patted out some dough.

  I wrapped my arms around my wife again and rubbed her belly. “So how’s our newest bun in the oven doing?”

  “My cravings are definitely stronger with this second pregnancy and I’m not even three weeks yet,” she exclaimed.

  “About your cravings…I can tell, but I’m still a happy man. These desserts you’re making are excellent.”

  She giggled. “I’m glad you’re enjoying them. I seem to be only able to stomach one serving and then I’m on to something else.”

  “Keep it up,” I said, kissing her.

  “I was thinking…”

  She spun around again and ran her thumb across my beard. I loved when she did that.

  “What were you thinking, sweetheart?”

  “I think she’s a girl. This pregnancy feels different somehow.”

  “You want a girl?”

  She nodded, eagerly. “Yes, I do.”

  I rubbed her belly. "I have a feeling you'll get your wish. Remember when we thought we were only having one boy and then got the news about our twins?"

  She giggled. “Yeah. I couldn’t believe it.”

  “Sooo, I’m hoping for multiples again,” I told her.

  “Saul? Could you imagine four kids? I could barely keep up with Aaron and Aiden.”

  “I think you’re a wonderful mother,” I said, wrapping my arms around her waist.

  “Ahhhh.” She pressed a kiss to my mouth. “And you deserve the father-of-the-year award.”

  “Even if we don’t have the girl this time, I’m sure there’ll be one in our future.” I winked.

  She sighed. “We’ll need a bigger house.”

  “Well, I added that extra room for the boys last year. I’ve built homes with my bare hands. I’m sure I can manage to do that again,” I said, smugly. “Oh…and by the way, I’ve been meaning to ask, would you like a Christmas tree this year? There’s a guy in town that sells them every year and he’s already taking orders.”

  Tyra’s eyes widened. “I’d love one. The boys would love it too.”

  I nodded. "Alright, I'll get one reserved for us. Also, we might have company this Thanksgiving. I invited my brother out for dinner."

  Tyra smiled. “That’s great. I’m so happy you two are on good terms now.”

  It mattered to me that Tyra approved of my reconciled relationship with my older brother, Peter. I had Tyra to thank for coming to me when she did and for bringing us together. She’d made me a better man.

  I hadn’t seen Peter since last year. He’d surprised us last year while Tyra was pregnant and brought along a trunk full of stuff for our babies. He was now working in the home insurance industry. A legit job. He had since moved away from Traverse City. I was happy for him. After all, everyone deserved a second chance. What surprised me was that Peter wasn’t married yet. I thought he’d jump the gun and the broom the moment he heard I'd married Tyra in order to get at the trust fund money. But he hadn't. I guess he realized that money wasn't everything after all. The trust fund money wasn't going anywhere. All we had was time. And I was going to spend the rest of my life loving Tyra.

  “Me too. I didn't like fighting him anymore. Now, where was I…?"

  I leaned in and kissed her against the chin and then trailed my lips down her neck. She gasped when I pulled the straps of her dress down and covered her nipple with my mouth. Her breasts were full and luscious. Her nipples were swollen and pink. I lapped at her sweetness, taking in every last drop of spilled milk.

  After testing her wetness with my fingers, I knelt down on the floor before my wife, lifted her dress and went to work on her pussy. My lips and tongue brought her to orgasm in record time.

  “Oh, Saul…God, that feels good.” She rocked her hips into my mouth and lifted her thigh across my shoulder. “Right there. Please…make me come.”

  She moaned and mewled in pleasure, trying hard to keep her screams down. I sucked on her swollen clit until her pussy was dripping with sweet cream. When she was good and ready, I turned her around, bent her over the kitchen table, and drove my needy cock into her with a powerful thrust.

  “That’s right, Tyra, milk my fucking cock with this sweet pussy,” I urged, grabbing her hips and pushing my shaft balls deep into her. “I’m never going to stop fucking you, Tyra. We’ll make babies until the end of time. Wouldn’t you like that, sweetheart? For me to claim this pussy day and night.”

  “Yes…I want you to take me like this every day. You don’t have to ask. Just fuck me.”

  “I’ll build a bigger house for you alright. We’ll have our own little room, down where no one can hear us, and you can bet I’m going to make you scream,” I told her.

  I plunged into her to the point where my balls slapped against her thighs and her perky little ass jiggled.

  “Saul!” She choked on a scream, covering her mouth with her palm. I felt the moment she came. Her orgasm exploding right through her.

  Her pussy clamped me straight through her climax, sending me on an upward spiral into my own release. She sucked the seed right out of my cock, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

  “Ah…Tyra,” I groaned. “Fuck.”

  I came undone. My hot seed exploded inside of her juicy cunt in streams. I slowed my tempo, easing my cock out of her as she trembled on top of the table. I leaned down, slid her hair from her neck, and kissed her. My fingers found her clit again and I massaged her there. My thumb stroked against her forbidden hole and a cry slipped from her lips.

  “I’m going to fuck you here, sweetheart.” I bent down and kissed her plump ass, driving my tongue into her and testing her readiness.

  “Yes, please.” She lifted her ass up, spreading her legs wide, ready for me to take her ass.

  My cock had already re-hardened. The veins on my shaft filled with desire. My hunger for Tyra would never wane. She was like an angel to me—sent down from heaven. She was my salvation.

  “Take me, mountain man,” she begged. “Claim what’s yours.”

  I grinned, more than ready to do her bidding. When my cock speared her, she cried out so loudly, her plea reached the heavens.

  Tyra was also the sexist wife a man could ever have. And she belonged to me now.

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  Story Summary

  On my mountain, I take what I want.

  * * *

  I’m an ex-contract killer. A retired professional. I don’t do attachments. I don’t trust.

  * * *

  For years, I spent my life pulling the trigger for cold, hard cash. Now that I’ve left that lifestyle, I want to be left the f*#k alone. Determined not to go back to the way thin
gs were, I resist all temptations.

  * * *

  Until Alexis.

  * * *

  I find Alexis snooping around on my property. I take what I want, so I take her captive.

  * * *

  I tell myself the sexy spitfire isn’t as innocent as she looks, and I want to possess every beautiful curvy inch of her body. I want to keep her as my prisoner and make her beg and scream.

  * * *

  Alexis knows I can’t resist her. I lose control. Now she knows my weakness. She uses it to her advantage.

  * * *

  Alexis has secrets of her own. And in exchange for her freedom and sweet revenge, I’ll take her to my bed. I’ll accept her innocence.

  * * *

  But for the first time in my life, I break my own rule. I’ve fallen hard for her…

  Prologue

  Alexis

  I stood near the foot of the hotel bed with my belongings laid out in front of me. I picked up a photo of my two smiling parents and ran a finger across the image of my mother. Over the years, the colors had faded, but the old picture still reminded me that they would always be a part of me and with me in spirit. I couldn’t even remember the sound of their voices. I missed them so much. I missed having a family.

  “Have you ever been to Arrow Lake, Minnesota before?” Paige asked from behind me.

  I opened a small journal, tucked the photo behind some pages, and tossed it in my duffel bag.

  Paige sat on the couch in the hotel room we were sharing. She had her feet propped up on the coffee table in front of her. She was filing her nails, a habit that annoyed me and made my skin crawl, but I bit my tongue. I didn't have many friends. Paige was pretty much it when it came to my otherwise ‘lone wolf' type of status, and I didn't want to offend her.

  “I can’t remember.” I giggled and tossed a few tank tops into my duffel bag. “I’m a flight attendant, just like you. I feel like we’ve been everywhere.”

  Paige sighed. “You’re probably right.” She sat up and glanced around the room. “I can’t wait to get out of this shithole hotel and go back home.”

  “Ah,” I said. “I’ll bet.” At least we agreed on that. I couldn’t even remember the name of this drab hotel. “How long is your vacation?”

  She rolled her eyes and walked up to where I stood over one of the two double beds in the room. “Unfortunately, it’s not nearly as long as yours. You’ve got so much tenure with the airline. I bet they’d bend over backward to keep you employed there.”

  “They just need bodies. Anyway, I’m sure mine will feel like it’s over in a heartbeat,” I said with a chuckle as I plopped down onto the tired, creaky old mattress.

  Paige shot me a pondering glance and tossed her straight-as-a-board brown hair over her shoulder. “How the hell did you win this gift certificate mountain trip again?” She asked cynically, but I knew she was only teasing.

  I lightly tossed a pair of socks at her. “Here. Help me pack, would you?”

  “Fine,” she groaned as she stuffed the socks into a random compartment in the bag.

  I was too afraid to admit it, but I was actually looking forward to this little getaway. I had earned the most miles for the month and hadn't taken a day off in over six weeks. At the end of every month, the airline gave away a special prize. This month, it just so happened to be an all-inclusive six-day, seven nights trip to the mountains in Arrow Lake, Minnesota.

  I'd already done some research online about the area, and I couldn't wait to go exploring. Paige worked with me as a stewardess, and we were both on layovers until the morning, so the airline put us up in a hotel room for the night. Once the morning dawned, I'd be on my way to fun and adventure where I could leave my cares at the door.

  Paige had a terrible trait of being easily distracted. Instead of helping me pack, she was inspecting the pamphlet I’d been given about the resort.

  “Holy shit!” she exclaimed. “It says you get free meals and it’s at a bed-n-breakfast! There’s a brewery. Dozens of hiking trails. Big ass lakes for swimming. And a local shopping mall. You’re so lucky!”

  “Yep,” I beamed. “I can’t wait.”

  Chapter One

  Alexis

  It was noon the next day, and I had safely arrived at the quaint and cozy bed-n-breakfast that was tucked and nestled away in an adorably charming patch of firs and cedar trees. It was a picturesque area full of nature and a canvas of perfection. I loved the prospect of escaping the whirlwind of everyday life and slowing my pace a bit. I was surrounded by the wilderness and it was magical. The inn itself was a pale aqua color, almost seafoam green. The owners were sweet, friendly and hospitable. All the locals were kind and welcoming too. Arrow Lake was definitely going on my list of places where I'd live if I ever retired from the airlines.

  It was mid-afternoon, and I had just set off with a group of other tourists from the bed-n-breakfast. The trip included unlimited tours of the cultural attractions. Based on what I’d seen so far, I was definitely interested in going on more outings like this.

  I was ready to seize the day. I loved being a flight attendant, but I had bigger goals. I aspired to be a tour guide someday and I felt like this trip was an opportunity for me to narrow the gap between me and my dreams and goals.

  The group I was traveling with had made it to the base camp at the edge of one of the most highly desired and sought out mountains in all of the U.S. There was more to this region than just the mountains, and I made it a point to learn everything about it. My mind had been wandering as I concentrated and studied the map in front of me. I had only been halfway paying attention to what the tour guide, Keith, had been saying.

  “Alright everybody, I think we are ready to press forward. Remember, please stay close as a group and no matter how curious you get, don’t go off on back trails unless otherwise directed to do so.” Keith waved his hands in the air in front of the group to beckon everyone along as if he were hurtling cattle.

  I instinctively placed my hands on my waist to grab my camera from my belt bag but gasped as I realized I didn’t have it on. I knew something had been missing. I knew the weight felt lighter.

  “Excuse me!” I called out in a panic. “Excuse me? Keith? Please, stop!” I yelled out in a fluster and frenzy.

  A man wearing a ‘KISS’ band t-shirt flagged Keith down. “Hey, this girl needs your attention,” he stated.

  The group stopped, and everyone turned around to look at me. I hated the attention and lived somewhat of a low-profile life. I knew that if I ever wanted to be a tour guide that I’d have to come out of my shell.

  I swallowed hard. “Um, I’m sorry but…I think I left my bag on a camp bench with my cell phone and other important things inside. My ID and everything was in that bag.”

  “I’m sorry ma’am, but I don’t have time to circle back around. I have to get the group back to the base ahead of the storm,” Keith said, and then turned back around.

  “But…” I mumbled.

  An older lady touched me gently on the arm. “I’m sorry that happened, but how can you lose a whole backpack?”

  My face heated in embarrassment. Why did people have to be so rude? “It wasn’t a backpack. It was a belt bag that goes around my waist.”

  “Oh.” The old lady pressed her hand to her chest. “I’m sure someone will turn it in if they see it.”

  I couldn’t accept that! She didn’t understand. Everything important was inside. I couldn’t replace those things. I shouldered my way to the front of the group.

  “What about my stuff?” I asked Keith. “Can I just go back and get it?”

  Keith frowned. “This is a level five hiking trail. It is highly discouraged to break off from the group and we are too far ahead of base camp now to go back.” His expression was apologetic, but his tone was laced with a warning.

  “It’s highly likely that another hiking guide has picked it up,” he added with a sincere smile. “I’m sure it will be in the lost and found w
hen we get back later.”

  "Okay…" I said meekly and wiped some sweat from my forehead. I was apprehensive about continuing without my personal belongings, but I pretended to be submissive.

  How could I have done something so stupid? What was I thinking?

  I looked down at the map that I had crumbled in my fist in aggravation and then up at the skies. There was no denying that a storm was coming, but getting caught in the rain was the least of my worries. I had experienced things worse than a rainstorm. I wasn't afraid of going back to get my things. I had been on my own since I was seventeen years old. I felt like I had witnessed more terror and horror than the world had to offer, and I could handle anything.

  As the group trekked along, I trailed off more and more until I was all the way in the back. Against the hiking guides advisory, I marked my current location on a map and snuck off from the group. I tried my best to retrace my steps to where I last remembered having the bag. I hoped it wouldn’t take me long to find it and I could catch back up with my group in no time.

  I rushed along the trail as fast as my legs would take me, noting how the temperatures had dipped and the wind had picked up. There were now goosebumps covering my arms and suddenly I wished I’d brought my cardigan along.

  I paused under a tree to catch my breath and unfolded the map again. The last time I had my belt bag was when everyone stopped to take pictures near a cave. I had sat on a bench and fumbled with the straps while waiting for our guide to gather everyone for the next tour attraction.

  Thunder rumbled in the distance and I smelled the familiar scent of incoming rain on the breeze. I ran the back of my hand across my forehead to clear my sweat and studied the map again trying to find the nearest landmark. Something. Anything that could point me in the right direction.