Russian Mountain Man: An Instalove Possessive Alpha Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 156)

by Flora Ferrari

  “I’m a virgin…”

  I hear myself saying, as if from far away, from down a tunnel maybe.

  “I’m not hurting,” Nikki puffs, squeezing my chest again with both hands, making me moan out loud all over again.

  “I’m a virgin.” I repeat, a little louder, and he stops.

  This is it. This is the part where the guy laughs or makes fun of me. The part where he says I’m no good, I’m sure of it.

  “What is virgin?” he asks, his brow creased and his own mind at odds with his body's excitement. I can feel the heat from his hard dick on me still and it’s getting to the point where I can feel myself about to come again just from him laying on me.

  “A virgin is someone who hasn’t had sex… never done this…” I say bashfully, still not sure if he’s serious or just winding me up.

  “Then I am virgin too,” he says between breaths, as though it’s nothing, and he resumes ravishing me, but I need to know more now.

  “Wait, what did you just say?” I ask, my breath heaving, my body yearning, but my mind itching to know now. There’s no freakin’ way this guy’s a…

  He shrugs, frowning for a second, taking one of my hands and I instantly hold his hardness by the tip, feeling the warm precome oozing from him like water.

  “Then I am virgin too,” he reaffirms, and his eyes meet mine as I feel relief mixed with all the new feelings, sensations and emotions of being like this with him. It makes it ten times more powerful for me, knowing it’s his first time with any woman too.

  “Not ever with anyone else?” I ask firmly, just double-checking now.

  He looks offended for a second, “No. Just you, like now. Only now with you…from now on, only with you,” he groans again and our mouths press together harder than ever, his tongue and mine like dancers as he mouth fucks me, preparing my body for all the wonderful things to come.

  As if he knows how I feel, just from my touch, after a time he slows down some and just holds me. Holds me tighter than ever against him and he rolls over onto his side so we can just hold each other.

  “You want to wait… for special time when is right to make baby…” he informs me.

  “It feels less complicated than all that, but yeah. I do just want to wait. But not too long.”

  I want to explore him and have him explore me some more. I want to talk to him and get to know him before he does what I know he needs to do by now. His dick is so hard I’m amazed at how calm and controlled he is, despite his incredible arousal. Like he has complete mastery over everything in his world, even his animal urges.

  He breathes out heavy through his nose, and pulls me in tighter. I can feel it pressing right into me, almost making me change my mind on the spot. But he agrees.

  “Then we wait. I will be inside you when it’s time for baby. Like nature makes. Not rushed, not forced and never anything wasted.”

  It’s the simplest, but the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me, and as he strokes my hair, we shift some and he ends up being the big spoon and me the little spoon.

  I panic for a split second, when something slips where it shouldn’t, but Nikki’s quick to reassure me he only wants to lay down with me, to snuggle.

  “Sleep now.” He commands me gently, and he pulls the other bearskin up over us both, covering our bodies and trapping our warmth.

  I never thought I could fall asleep so quickly, but it really feels like as soon as he says to sleep, my eyes grow heavy and within seconds, I’m having a dream about laying with him on top of a hilltop somewhere. The sun shining down on us, keeping us warm and his strong arms holding my body close to his.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Nikolai

  Watching her sleep when I wake up, hearing the morning sounds of the forest and the cabin, finally having someone else to enjoy it with. It makes my heart big all over again, and I feel something I’ve never felt before, even bigger than the connection I feel with nature and all things.

  I try and count in my mind the years I’ve been out here, the seasons times four to equal one year, then adding them up to reach a number.

  I’m a lot older than I feel.

  Haylie must be young. Me, I figure I’m at least twice her age.

  What would she see in me? I wonder. And why hasn’t she ever… but the thought makes my fists clench and my jaw tighten. I feel her move back into me, pressing her whole body against mine and I let out a low sound of satisfaction, seeing her smile in her sleep, not even wanting to wake up.

  Wanting to stay here with me, forever. Just how it should be.

  I’ll let her sleep, and go get us some food. Plus, for me, the bushes are calling.

  The morning sun is still behind the mountains, so the light is purple-gray, almost dark still, but all the forest creatures start to stir at this time. I greet them all in my usual way, by being part of the circle, a man in the world who lives as everything around him lives. In harmony and balance.

  There is still plenty of snow. I breathe in deep and taking off my skins that covers me, I roll in the snow before grabbing a fresh handful of leaves to use with more snow, to rub my whole body. Starting me awake and keeping me clean.

  There’s something unusual near the front of the cabin, near the tree line.

  A deer’s head.

  I shake my own, and chuckle silently.

  Those wolves. They always have to have the last say on everything. It’s not a thank you note for leaving them the deer, but wolves are strange and have their own strange customs.

  “Nikki!”

  I hear Haylie calling me from inside and rush back, grabbing a handful of pine and some more logs for the fire on the way back in.

  I let my skins fall once I get near the door, needing to balance the wood, making Haylie’s eyes light up as I come back inside.

  Her smile, her eager look at my manhood, makes me feel like I did last night all over again, and in seconds it’s as hard as the wood I’m carrying for her.

  But she looks away again, embarrassed, which confuses me still. Like the way she’s covering herself up, always covering up, never letting her natural beauty show.

  “Cold?” I ask, concerned, and I start to pile logs on the fire, blowing air and bending over in front of her to get the best spot for the coals to catch again, which makes her laugh.

  “Looking at your ass first thing in the morning is enough to warm anybody up,” she says and starts to laugh again. The bearskin sliding from her body, giving my stomach a jolt of excitement at seeing her naked chest again, her large nipples are hard, like me and I gravitate towards her, slipping under the bearskin with her, and she squeals like a mouse again, the cold from my body touching hers.

  Kissing her again, feeling her smooth softness all over me is something I know I want to feel every day, for the rest of my life and only with her.

  I trust she feels the same, but there’s a look that comes into her eyes, like she’s far away, thinking about something. A place where I’m not.

  “I thought you were gone,” she says, bringing herself back.

  “Only outside, for morning bushes.” I tell her, smoothing the hair back around her ear, wondering what she’s thinking.

  “What are you thinking?” I ask her.

  “About morning bushes,” she says, and laughs, I press on her belly, daring her to hang on before she has to go, taking the bearskin with her.

  “Wait!” I call out to her before she gets to the door, “I come with you, and make sure it is safe.”

  She goes bright red again, until I promise I won’t look, as long as she keeps my bearskin clean.

  Outside, Haylie makes a lot of noise about the cold and I stand nearby as she goes to the bushes, listening for any danger, but morning is safe, always safe in the morning, only dangerous when sunset or night in the woods.

  I pick some berries from the nearby bushes, and another branch from a special tree to make tea. I have dried meat in the cabin too, so we’ll have a fine meal this morning.


  Haylie rushes back to me, eager to get back inside and wants to put her own clothes back on, but I don’t want her to.

  “You don’t need those,” I tell her. “I have you all day today, over there,” I tell her, pointing to the bed.

  “That’s sweet,” she says, smiling, “But I have a lot of work to do, I’m already behind from yesterday… and I only have two days…”

  As she says the last part, her face falls and she looks sad, and I feel a different stab in my chest, like pain this time.

  “What do you mean? You just got here,” I tell her, hearing the anger rising in my voice.

  “You’re place is with me now.” I tell her, touching myself down there, and moving over to touch hers, but she pulls back.

  “Ah… Nikki… I said yesterday that I have a lot of work to do. I can’t just…”

  But I can’t listen to her speak like this, I press my mouth over hers, reminding her how good it is. How much she needs it and why she should stay here, with me.

  Always.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Haylie

  Idiot!

  I told myself… I told him. I knew it was a big mistake. I just can’t be doing this.

  But when he holds me like this, when his naked, hard body is pressed up against mine, I forget everything. I want him inside me so bad it hurts not to have him there.

  Why, oh why didn’t I do it last night?

  He must think I’m some sort of tease not to put out, or maybe just plain crazy. But he was so sweet too, it was practically his idea to wait.

  Oh, I just don’t know, but if he keeps kissing me like this, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.

  Sorry Professor.

  He’s so hard again, I almost feel bad that he can’t just get some relief. Maybe if I… No. He said it has to be inside me, like the animals…

  Crap.

  But his arousal, no matter how intense, doesn’t seem to bother Nikki, he takes it in stride and I can tell straight away how different he is from any other guy I’ve probably ever met. They wouldn’t be able to be hard and not put it in their girl, Nikki’s different.

  “Let’s eat!” he announces suddenly, hearing his own belly rumble over his groans of satisfaction at having most of me as an appetizer. He stokes up the fire some more, opens a smoke flap in the roof wider, and sets about preparing a breakfast, mountain man style.

  I crave my long johns, needing to cover myself up for modesty more than anything. Nikki seems to want to do the nude thing over food this morning, so I’ll play along as long as I can stand it myself. Looking at his fine body naked though? I can do that all day. The cabin is warm enough, and after a while, for the first time in my life, I’m not bothered by what anybody thinks about my body. Because if Niki does look over at me, he only smiles or growls in complete satisfaction, he’s liking what he sees and I’m loving that.

  Berries, and what looks like jerky, with some sticks in boiled water isn’t really my idea of breakfast, but it seems to invigorate Nikki like nothing else.

  My stomach’s still groaning and I yearn for some of the real food I brought with me, but resolve to get to that at lunch maybe.

  I could afford to skip the odd meal anyway, lose a few pounds while I’m up here.

  Dishes are easy. Sticks tossed into the fire and the tin mugs Nikki has, the most tech looking equipment I’ve seen so far, are stowed away again in seconds after a rinse from the big tub of water he has in the corner, fed fresh from a pipe running melted snow down into the cabin.

  He looks out the doorway before letting the heavy canvas flap fall back, then settles himself back onto the bed, patting the bearskin next to him.

  “Come here.” He says firmly, and I go to him, I can’t help it. He’s not being rude or a jerk, it’s just his way. He calls it as he sees it and I can tell, for now, he wants his woman in his bed.

  Simple.

  Problem is, I have a shit ton of work to do and two days to do it in. I can’t be laying around in bearskin beds with steamy hot mountain man all day, as much as that’s all I’d like to do.

  “What’s wrong?” he finally asks, sighing loudly, sitting up reading me like a book.

  “I really do have to go back to the other cabin” I tell him, gently letting him know I can’t stay, not in his bed all day anyway.

  “I can come back tonight?” I offer, but he’s frowning.

  “What are you going to do all day? You fell off cliff yesterday, almost eaten by wolf. What you do today, same? And without help?”

  I bite my tongue, not wanting to argue with him, but he needs to know I’m here for work, not to stay forever.

  “I’ll go back to the cabin, set up my equipment, then come back, alright?” I suggest, but he’s already getting up, dressing himself.

  “What’s wrong now?” I ask him.

  “I come to then. You can’t walk back to cabin, not alone, too dangerous in woods.”

  “I can look after myself!” I protest, wincing as I say it, the sore back, neck and legs from my fall asking me the same question Nikki does, “Really?”

  “I’m coming too.” Is all he says, and I can see it’s no good arguing, so I get ready myself, grateful to finally get dressed. I welcome the free spirit thing and I’m glad Nikki hasn’t judged me, but I just like my long john’s and I like being dressed, especially out in the woods.

  He does the opposite to what I think he’d do. He laughs at me once I get dressed, not once I undress.

  “What’s so funny?” I ask him, trying not to laugh myself. I can’t remember ever feeling so naturally happy, with anyone, or by myself ever. Especially by myself.

  “You’re funny,” he says, and pulls me towards him, holding me again in his arms and I breathe in his smell, his total manliness and it makes me sigh out loud. I wonder if I can even focus on work for five minutes, let alone two days with him being around.

  “Let’s go then.” He says, “It is a long walk to cabin, you sure you need to go back there?” he asks, groaning as I start to pick up my gear too.

  “Yep,” I let him know, “And I need all this down there too.”

  I grab one pack and make for the second, but he won’t have it, in a second he’s hoisted both heavy packs up onto his shoulders like they weigh nothing, then juts his chiseled jaw to the snow flecked trail ahead, signaling the way ahead.

  I shrug, figuring maybe there could be a job or three for a handsome, strong and definitely able-bodied man on my newly formed research team.

  “What’s in all this pack anyway?” he asks, not complaining, but genuinely interested.

  “Equipment, for research.” I tell him, trying not to groan aloud at the prospect of work, now that I have the perfect distraction.

  “Research for what?” he asks again, sounding more interested by the minute, as though there might be something in his woods that even he doesn’t know about.

  And then it hits me. I stop walking, watching the plumes of my own breath.

  I haven’t even asked him yet.

  “Have you ever seen a Yeti?” I ask him, expecting him to laugh again, but he stops walking too.

  His face is serious.

  Deadly serious.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Nikolai

  “Is called snezhnyy chelovek” I tell her, looking and feeling suddenly serious.

  Not something I just talk about, Yyeti, or “Yeti”, that’s what people like Haylie call it. The real mountain man, ancient and mysterious. Like the wind or rain, a force of nature.

  “What makes you want to know about snezhnyy chelovek?” I ask, peering at her and reading her body. She’s nervous to say, and rightly so, Yyeti is serious business, not something to joke around with, like a wolf but a hundred times stronger, and smarter than any man alive.

  “It’s my research.” She says, finally smiling and showing she’s not serious about Yyeti.

  “Wait a minute? How do you know so much about Yetis then? Have you seen
one?”

  I growl in disapproval, but decide to keep us moving. It’s not something I want to talk about standing out in the open, and not something I think she really understands.

  “I work with a Professor…” she starts and I make a face, growling again. I liked her better in bed, covered in furs and quiet with my mouth over hers.

  “He’s old Nikki, and it’s not like that, I promise,” she reassures me, but I still don’t like the idea of her with any other men sniffing around, old or not.

  “He and his team have been coming up here for over thirty years, searching for evidence that the Yeti exists… his own son was taken by one, or so he believes.” She says and I feel my knees go weak, making me stumble as I walk, nearly tripping, which is not something I make a habit of doing.

  “You alright?” she asks, trotting over and insisting on carrying at least the lightest pack.

  “I can carry, I just tripped,” I snarl, noticing the hurt in her eyes.

  “Hey!” I call to her, and she looks up at me again, “I’m mad at me for tripping, not at you for seeing me trip or trying to help, okay?” and she smiles again, and comes and kisses me, making me want to drop the packs and take her right there and then, but I know we have to keep moving.

  “You will never get there if you don’t move,” I tell her, holding both packs in one had so I can slap her fine rump, feeling it’s softness under her clothes, making me want her like never before suddenly, even if she is a little bit crazy.

  I mean, who would come all the way up here, looking for Yeti? Why would anyone try to find Yeti? It doesn’t make sense…

  But the memory of her words, the professor and research teams. It sounds familiar, but from the dreams I have sometimes. The ones where I’m running but can’t wake up.

  “How old are you, Nikki? How long have you been out here?” she asks, changing the subject, which is better for me right now.

  I smile big, knowing I’ve already worked this one out, while she slept this morning.

  “I’m forty years. Thirty here in the woods…”

  She stops walking again, her mouth open, “Well! You don’t look forty… Or feel it,” she murmurs and we keep walking.