Wife for the Lumberjack

by Kirk, Ambrielle

  Chapter Seventeen

  Viktor

  I climbed onto the back porch and I kicked off my boots. I set them off to the side for later this evening and brought a load of logs into the house. I’d left Kristene on the coach about an hour ago with the laptop, but she wasn’t on the couch and the laptop was open on the coffee table.

  I walked over to the little half bath to relieve myself and wash my hands, before going into the kitchen to search for her, thinking she was fixing a snack. I couldn’t take my mind off the way she sensuously devoured that club sandwich during our lunch break. It had taken everything in me to keep my dick in check as she licked her lips on the other side of the desk. I loved the way that she ate without a fuss about her body like so many other women from my past had. Her body was naturally curvaceous with a tiny waist that I could easily wrap my big hands around.

  Running my fingers through my hair, I willed my mind elsewhere. I crossed through the living room to check her room, thinking maybe she’d taken a nap, but her door was wide open, and no one was in there.

  “Kristene,” I called out into what seemed like an empty house.

  No one answered. Then, the worst dawned on me. Had she left?

  I wasn’t sure why my heart dropped, but it did. I guess my brain was preprogrammed to think the worse of people. I had to stop comparing women to each other. Hell, I had to quit comparing everyone. They weren’t all the same.

  I heard a motor running in the back of the house and went off in that direction.

  I found Kristene in the laundry room, humming to herself and shoving clothes down into the washing machine.

  “Hey,” I said.

  She jumped and screamed. “Oh, God. You didn’t have to scare me like that.”

  “I’m sorry. It’s just that I thought you were resting. You don’t have to work all day, you know?”

  She smiled. “I know, but I only bought a few changes of clothes. Unless you want me walking around smelly, I’ll need to wash them. I hope you don’t mind me using your washing machine.”

  “No, I don’t.” I grabbed a bottle of detergent off the top shelf for her, figuring that she was too short to reach it.

  “Thanks,” she mumbled. “I was just about to go grab that step ladder from the kitchen.”

  “No need for that.”

  “Did you find what you needed in your shed?” she asked, pouring some detergent from the cap into the washing machine.

  “Yes, thank God. I didn’t want to go to town tonight. Charles will be by in a bit to pick up the part to repair a cracked drainpipe in one of the units.”

  “I was surfing the internet and saw the weather report for this area. They think the blizzard will be here by the end of this week.”

  I nodded. “Yep. You can never tell with the weather. Could come earlier or later. We never know. It’s just best to be prepared.”

  “Again. I appreciate you letting me stay here.”

  “It’s just convenient. I know you’re trying to save money and everything.”

  Her eyes brightened. “And that information I got from Natalie at lunch was promising.”

  Kristene had told me earlier how Natalie believed that her sister had hitched a ride with a trucker from here. I had no doubts that Natalie would find the exact trucking company. That woman was the freaking inspector gadget of the town. She could find a needle in a haystack if you needed her to. I was happy for Kristene and that she could soon be reunited with her sister, but I didn’t know how I felt about her leaving so soon. She’d been a big help, but I was going to miss more than that.

  Kristene closed the lid on the washing machine and turned around to face me. There was about twenty inches of space between us in the small space that made up the laundry room.

  She looked down at her wristwatch and said, “Hey, isn’t it about time to pick Roy up?”

  “Yeah, almost. Leaving out later than I usually do though. The Bennetts invited me to dinner. They’re having a taco bar. Cake afterward. Roy’s determined to stay.”

  She ginned. “Aww, how nice. You should let him stay over. I bet it’s tough for him and Nathan being the only child in their homes.”

  “Yeah. I know it is.”

  “And you should go too. I’ll be fine,” she said.

  “Actually, um…would you like to come? I know I’ve kept you cooped up in this house. The Bennetts are really nice.”

  “I’d love to go. If they don’t mind.”

  “I told them you were here to help me around the house. And apparently, Roy’s been telling them about you too,” I said, giving her a sheepish look.

  “He has?” She chuckled. “I hope he hasn’t told them how clumsy I am. So, one more thing, what should I wear?”

  My gaze dropped to her body. I took the opportunity to give her a long once over.

  “Jeans are fine. That’s what I’m wearing. That’s what I always wear.”

  She’d changed out of the sweats she was wearing when she began cleaning the rooms. Now she wore a cut-off thin t-shirt that clung to her breasts like a second skin and a pair of shorts. She must have taken a shower while I was outside because her hair was slightly damp and pulled back into a tight bun at the base of her neck. Without her long black hair framing her face, I got a good look at her long, slender neck. The t-shirt was a bit oversized and her left shoulder was exposed. I’d never forget how soft her skin felt when she had her arms around me or how sweet her lips were when we kissed for the first time.

  She blushed and lowered her gaze to the floor. I couldn’t help myself. I lifted her chin with my hand, holding her gaze. And just like that, she walked right into me. Her plush little body pressed against me and I felt her entwining her fingers with mine.

  “You kissed me before…” she whispered, her breath fanning over my lips. “I liked that. Kiss me again.”

  Without a second of hesitation, I took her mouth. Unable to deny myself the need running through my core like a freight train, I pulled her tightly against me and gave her what she wanted. Her lips tasted like pure honey. My tongue delved deeper into her mouth and she pushed her tongue against mine.

  Aside from the motor of the washing machine near us, I could hear the blood rushing through my ears. Hell, blood was also rushing straight to my cock. Her hips were moving against me and she molded her hot little pussy against my raging erection. Those little cotton shorts did nothing to hide her heat. I knew her pussy was wet and ready.

  She moaned softly against my mouth and my dick pulsed against my fly. My hand slid up the column of her neck and my fingers gripped her bun. I tugged on the tie that held her hair tightly to her head and let her tresses loose. With a sigh, her body fell further against mine.

  I glided my fingers through her hair and then led a trail from her mouth to her neck with my lips. She hissed when I reached her collarbone but made no moves to back away.

  “Kristene…” I groaned.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned. “You mouth feels so good on me.”

  I couldn’t believe how responsive she was, encouraging me to do things to her that I could only dream off. My hands were all over her body. My palms grazed down her thighs as I attempted to slip my fingers up her shorts.

  “I need more of you,” I said, sliding my lips against her shoulder and nipping her collarbone.

  “Me too. I want you, too. Don’t stop this time. Please,” she begged.

  “I warned you to be careful what you ask for,” I started, letting my hands slide under her shirt to wrap around the circumference of her waist.

  “Yes, you did. I’ve been very careful about what I’ve asked for,” she said.

  I picked her up by the waist and planted her firmly on the top of the washing machine. The motor was running and vibrating beneath her butt, but I don’t care, I needed to see all of her. I dragged her cotton shorts and flimsy panties down her legs all at once. When her bare ass hit the lid, she gasped.

  Surprising me, she raised her shirt above her head a
nd cast it down on the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra and seeing her heavy breasts and erect nipples had my mouth watering.

  I leaned in instantly and gently captured a sensitive bud between my lips. She cried out softly and arched against my mouth, pushing more of her breasts into my mouth. I took it all in. I couldn’t get enough of it. Her nipples tightened even more as I raked my hungry tongue over them. I suckled her like I hadn’t sampled a woman in years.

  I smelled her sweet, musky scent leaking on the lid of the machine. I ventured lower, letting my lips and tongue test every inch of her skin. She leaned back slightly and lifted her right leg, giving me a nice view of her pussy. She was soaking wet and dripping on the lid. She had the most beautiful pussy I’d ever seen. Lips that were plump beckoned to me. When she spread her legs even more, I saw that her insides were cotton candy pink and slick.

  “I’m going to make this hot little pussy come. That’s what you want, right?” I groaned and slid her ass to the edge of the washer.

  “Yes.”

  She allowed me to push her thighs back until she was completely barred to me. Her whole body quaked and shivered as I traced the outline of her pussy lips with my fingers. Her clit pulsed between my finger. She whimpered as I spread her wide.

  “Oh!” she cried out as I bury my tongue deep in her pussy.

  At first lick, her pussy reminded me of warm honey drizzled over a roll. Her flavor was so addicting that I went to work on her, lapping up her juices. When my lips found her clit, she bucked against my mouth.

  “Oh, Viktor. Lick me right there. Please. Oh God.” Her legs were spread-eagled, and her upper body was propped up on her elbows as she watched me eat her pussy.

  I groaned into her, dragging my tongue up and down her pussy and then plunging home to her creamy center. She was so tight around my tongue that I could only imagine how fucking good she could feel around my dick. But I had no plan to hurt her tight little cunt now. She wasn’t ready for me. She wasn’t ready for twelve inches of hard pipe pounding her pussy into oblivion. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t show her what it felt like.

  I lifted my head long enough to look into her eyes. “Am I the first to lick this sweet pussy, Kristene?”

  She nodded, panting.

  I growled and my balls tightened. Just knowing that no other man had touched this pussy turned me on. Evidently, I couldn’t get my mouth back on her fast enough because she slipped her finger between her slit and began stroking her clit.

  “You’re a fucking vixen, aren’t you? Touching your pussy, trying to make yourself come.” I blew on her clit as she rubbed herself. The sight of her almost took me over the edge and I knew I was leaking all over the front of my jeans. Her tight little hole winked a few times as she rolled her clit between her fingers. I licked my lips as enjoyed the view. “You want my mouth back on you?”

  She nodded again, eagerly. “Yeah.”

  “Show me where,” I demanded.

  She did exactly as I told her to do and grabbed a handful of my hair and placed my mouth right where she wanted it. The moment my tongue flicked across her ripe little bud, she cried out my name. Her fingers gripped my scalp as she pulled my lips to her center where a pool of honey had accumulated. I lapped at the sweet, sugary surprise until I was floating on pure adrenaline.

  “I’m gonna come,” she cried out. “Oh…”

  Taking long deep strokes, I licked from rosebud to clit and sucked until her thighs were squeezing my face. I couldn’t believe how tasty Kristene’s little hot, virgin pussy was and I got carried away until finally she screamed and bucked, pushing herself against my mouth. I tongued her right through her orgasm, holding her hips and licking up the sweet cream dripping over my tongue like nectar from the gods.

  As she came down from her climax, I kissed her pussy gently. When her breathing returned to normal, I picked up her clothes and handed them to her.

  “Go get ready,” I told her. “We’re leaving for dinner soon.”

  “But, don’t you need me to…take care of you?” She looked disappointed that I wasn’t going to take this any further, but just from the way her clit was still plump from being handled and the way her cheeks held a rosy glow, I knew I’d satisfied her more than she expected.

  “I wanted to take care of you.” I helped her off the machine.

  “I’m on the pill…if you’re worried about that,” she explained.

  I shook my head. “That’s not it, Kristene.”

  She frowned. “You still don’t trust me.”

  I swallowed, taken back by the accusation. The thing was, I trusted her. I had a connection to her. That kind of vulnerability scared me.

  Before I could explain, she pressed her clothes to her chest and then ran off down the hallway without another word.

  My bulging erection wouldn’t let up, reminding me that I wasn’t in control. Or maybe I was. Even if I wasn’t on the fence about how vulnerable I felt, I wouldn’t take advantage of Kristene like this. Knowing that I was damaged, and my heart was beyond repair, I wouldn’t ruin her for someone else. She deserved better.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Kristene

  In my bag, I found a nice blouse to wear with a pair of jeans. If I planned on staying around much longer, I really needed to get in town again to buy some new clothes. I hadn’t planned on staying this long, but despite the few inconveniences I ran into, Viktor always came to the rescue, making the situation more convenient for me.

  Over the last couple of days, I’d even had to re-convince myself that I was really here looking for my sister. That was my main goal. But when I saw how much help Viktor needed, I wanted to help him—just like he’d helped me.

  My body still trembled from our encounter in the laundry room. The only thing I regretted about letting him have his way with me on top of a washing machine was that he still treated me like I was young, innocent, and naive. But I wasn’t a child. I was a grown woman and I knew what I wanted. Did he turn me away because I was a virgin, or had he turned me away because he couldn’t trust me? I blamed it on the latter. My sister once told me that no sane man would turn away an offer of sex from an attractive woman.

  Apparently, I was good enough to work for him, but yet, he didn’t trust me. I deserved it anyway. After all, I had broken into one of his cabins with the intent to pry into his files.

  I sighed and looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I picked up a scrunchie for my hair but recalled how Viktor had taken it out and ran his fingers through my hair. I put the hairband back into my cosmetics bag and opted to wear my waist-length hair flowing freely.

  There was a small knock on the door. I knew it was Viktor coming to get me. No one else was in the house.

  I walked over to the door and called out, “Yes?”

  “Look, I know you’re angry—”

  “I’m not angry.”

  There was a silence, and then, “Are you still coming with me?”

  I sighed and opened the door to find him in a new collared-shirt and a fresh pair of jeans. He smelled of pine soap. He must have taken a shower. I had too, but it did me no good. My pussy ached to be touched by him again.

  “Of course, I’m still coming.”

  He gave a small smile and then his expression shifted a bit. In a serious tone, he exclaimed, “Kristene, there are things you don’t know about me.”

  “I know that. We’ve only known each other for a short time. I want to know more. It’s just that you never want to talk about your past. Were you hurt once?”

  He swallowed visibly.

  I crossed the threshold, stepping out of the room. “Look, we don’t have to talk about that now. I don’t want to make you late for the dinner invite. Let’s talk about it later...or whenever you’re ready.”

  He nodded. “Thanks for agreeing to come.”

  “Are you taking me on the ATV like you did Roy?” I grinned.

  He chuckled. “Not this time of night. We’re taking the truck, bu
t I can give you a ride on it tomorrow.”

  “Deal.”

  It took us about twenty minutes to get to the Bennett’s house. The set-up was similar to Viktor’s estate. A large mansion sat on an even bigger lot. We exited the truck and walked up to a wraparound porch where we instantly heard the two boys playing inside.

  As soon as Viktor rang the doorbell, it dawned on me that I’d never been invited as a dinner guest by any of my friends back home, let alone a dinner invite from people who were clearly well off. It’d been different with Viktor. He was laidback and down-to-earth. His social status didn’t intimidate me. Suddenly, I felt out of place, but it was too late.

  The door swung open and right on the other side were the Bennett’s. A male with brown hair and a thick five o’clock shadow and his wife, who sported a sleek blond bob and striking red lipstick stood arm in arm.

  “Hi! You made it just in time. Come on in,” Mrs. Bennett exclaimed, ushering us inside. “You must be Kristene. Viktor’s new housekeeper?”

  I was surprised at how young Mrs. Bennett appeared. “Ah…yes…” I looked to Viktor as it dawned on me that we hadn’t given my title any thought.

  Viktor chuckled. “Kristene’s actually my assistant. Not only does she do a great job at keeping house, she’s very talented and has been helping me with the rentals too.”

  “Well, that’s great. I know you were talking about hiring someone officially,” Mrs. Bennett exclaimed. “Roy’s been telling us so much about you, Kristen, especially about how much he enjoys your pancakes.”

  “Let me take your coats,” Mr. Bennett exclaimed, reaching for our coats. “By the way, I’m Dustin. And this is my wife, Angela. We’re glad you came by with Viktor.”

  “Thanks for having me.”

  “So, the boys ran upstairs when they heard the doorbell, and I was just getting the taco bar set up,” Angela said.

  Dustin cleared his throat. “Viktor and I are going to step away for a few minutes. We’ll be down in the basement.”