Wife for the Lumberjack

by Kirk, Ambrielle

  Viktor sighed and I rubbed his chest as it rose and fell with each distressed breath he took. I didn’t push for more of the story, but he began talking again on his own.

  “I didn’t press charges. He was my brother. I was angry at him for weeks. Besides the business, which we need to run properly in order to make profits, everything else my father left us was gone. I came to grips with that, and my brother moved out of here and got a studio flat in town. With me working double time trying to keep the business afloat, I never saw Aurora as much as I wanted to. She still came around though. Hell, she was even the one who got me talking to Vincent again. Vincent said he was sorry. Said he sucked at managing money and that he’d do better next time. We hugged and made up. I wasn’t going to let money separate us. We put that behind us. But Vincent and Aurora were keeping secrets.”

  “What kind of secrets?”

  “Not too long after that, I found them together,” he said.

  “Together? You mean, together together?”

  “Aurora used to do our bookkeeping at the time, like she did at the supermarket. I knew she was still working late in the office cabin, so I wanted to surprise her with…some gifts. I had wine and shit like that I bought. Chocolate, roses…” He paused. “I went in the cabin, because there was no need to knock. It was an office. It was basically open door during the day until closing. The office had barely closed that day. My brother was in there with her. I mean, literally, he was inside her. They were having sex.”

  I felt disgusted at the picture he was painting. I could only imagine how he must have felt to find his brother having sex with his girlfriend.

  “After I found them, I wasn’t sure who I hated more for betraying me. My brother. Or Aurora. My brother was my blood. But Aurora…we’d been talking about settling down. She convinced me to talk things through with her after that. And she had the nerve to bring Vincent along. They both admitted to having sex way before I caught them, sometime shortly after she began working for us. Turns out that Aurora’s idea of a happily ever after was having both of us.”

  I shook my head. “She wanted both of you?”

  He nodded. “Yes. She wanted us both.” He laughed. “She thought she could live with Vincent and I and we’d all live happily ever after. Here. Together. Well, I’m not that kind of man. And even if I was, the betrayal was already done. They’d went behind my back already.”

  “Right. I wouldn’t want that either,” I exclaimed. “I’m sorry. I pushed so much. I didn’t know…”

  “Of course, you didn’t. So, you understand now? My own brother betrayed me. The woman I thought I would marry betrayed me. Ask me again…why I would marry a stranger?”

  I sighed. “But that wasn’t your fault. Everyone’s not like that.”

  “I know. I try to remember that, but…”

  “Wait” I perked up. “Roy’s your nephew. Is he…are you? Oh, God…”

  “Yes. Roy is Vincent’s son.”

  “And Roy’s mother?” I asked.

  “Do you even need to ask? You already know. Just say it.”

  “Aurora,” I mouthed.

  “Yes. Roy is their biological child,” he stated. “While she was pregnant, I wondered if Roy was mine. Even after Roy was born, I was still doing the calculations in my head. He had the Kamaz nose. He was born weighing nearly ten pounds, just like every Kamaz baby boy. So, I knew he was a Kamaz. At one point, I even convinced myself that it didn’t matter. She and Vincent were together. They had left town and the only reason they ever came back was to ask folk for money. Aurora had family here too at the time, so they both had roots in Arrow Lake.”

  “How do you know that Roy is Vincent’s child?”

  “Paternity test. It was Vincent’s idea to take one. He thought Roy was mine. He insisted Roy was mine. I had nothing to lose anymore, so I took the test. The results were another blow to my heart. Roy wasn’t my baby. Vincent was the father,” he exclaimed. “I don’t think neither of them wanted a baby. Aurora wanted to model, and Vincent wanted to travel the world. No one wanted to take full responsibility. They were gone for two years. Aurora. Vincent. The baby. Then all of a sudden, Vincent along with Roy showed up on my front porch without Aurora. He said she left him for another man.”

  “She left her child, too?” I was mortified.

  “Yeah, she did. Vincent and Roy stayed with me until Vincent could get back on his feet. He met someone else eventually and they moved into an apartment in town. Vincent got that girl pregnant, but for whatever reason, I don’t think she cared too much for Roy. Vincent would tell me about how the girl would call Aurora and tell her to come get Roy. I wished that my brother had a lick of sense when it came to women and handling his responsibilities.”

  “Reminds me of someone I know, but I don’t think my sister would ever betray me like this. She’s reckless, but this is…”

  “Yes. This is family drama on steroids. So, when Aurora didn’t come get Roy, Vincent and his new baby momma skipped town,” Viktor said, pointedly.

  “And they left Roy with you,” I concluded, not knowing that I was dead wrong.

  “Nope. They left Roy at the town orphanage. I didn’t find out for over a week until someone from the center finally contacted me to tell me that my nephew was there. I wanted to hunt Vincent down and kill him. He left his son. Rumors were already running rampant about the Kamaz brothers. About how we take the same women to bed at the same time. I didn’t care how people talked about my brother betraying me with another woman, but what I wouldn’t stand for was my family name being smeared. Breeding children and leaving them fatherless is not the Kamaz way. I adopted Roy from the orphanage. Roy remembers a bit of what happened. I’m not sure he’ll ever forget, no matter how much time passes. Vincent hasn’t set foot on this property since. I told him don’t even bother. And no one’s heard a word from Aurora since she ran off. It’s just been Roy and I for the past several years.”

  “You’re a good man, Viktor. I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this yet, but you’re a good father too.”

  “Thank you.”

  “And for what it’s worth, I know you’ll find love again,” I said.

  “I wasn’t looking,” he said, catching me off guard.

  “Excuse me?”

  He turned on his side, smiling. “When I found you, I wasn’t looking.”

  I blushed. “I hate to break it to you, but I wasn’t planning on you finding me either.”

  He chuckled. “And the fire you set? Were you planning on doing that?”

  I swatted his chest playfully. “Are you ever going to forget about that?”

  “Nope. Not one bit of it. Seriously though, I wished you had burnt the whole cabin down.”

  When I realized why he said that, I sighed heavily. He’d discovered his brother’s and lover’s betrayal in that cabin. That’s where it all went down. “Regardless, I’m still here for you. Just like we talked about. No more slaving away on sixteen-hour days. You have to live your live and not punish yourself for something you couldn’t control.”

  “I know. I’m glad you’re here.”

  We kissed passionately until I felt a familiar ache between my legs.

  “This is addicting,” I said.

  “What is?” he asked.

  “Sex with you.”

  He grinned. “I’ve corrupted you.”

  I drove my hand down between us and wrapped my fingers around his thick cock. I still couldn’t believe how big it was or that I was able to take every last inch of him inside of me.

  “I want you to corrupt me again,” I whispered.

  “Oh,” he growled, and then rolled over until he was over me.

  His lips descended on my breasts and he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I cried out and arched upward, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He lapped at my breasts until my nipples were stiff and alert.

  He lifted my leg up and entered me from the side. There was just enough space between us for me to see
the exact moment that he buried himself deep inside me. I was still sore from my first encounter with Viktor’s meaty cock, but I bit down on my bottom lip and held back a scream. He knew exactly what to do to get me worked up and he began moving in and out of me with ease.

  Just as I was about to settle back on the bed and enjoy his cock pounding me into oblivion, he flipped me over will his erection was still buried inside. I ended up on my hands and knees. He pushed my head down against the pillow, grabbed my hips, and rooted himself to the hilt. His cockhead rocked into something I didn’t know existed and I came undone, shivering as the climax took me by surprise.

  “That’s so sexy the way you squeeze my cock when you come,” he exclaimed, lifting my hair from my nape by the fistful and kissing my neck.

  “I’m not too small?” I asked, panting.

  “Fuck no, Kristene. Your pussy is perfect. You’re perfect.”

  I turned around to get a glimpse of him pummeling his cock into my hot sheath. His balls slapped against my clit, stimulating all of my senses. Sex with Viktor felt so good, I wanted to scream about it. I bit the pillow to keep from screaming too loud. The last thing I wanted to do was wake up a kid or the neighbors.

  Feeling another climax building inside of me, I lifted upward and rocked my hips back to meet his thrust for thrust.

  “That’s it…fuck,” he groaned.

  I couldn’t help myself, but I wasn’t in control. My pussy milked his cock and my womb contracted as he took me over the edge once again. He rode me hard and deep as I climaxed and then joined me, giving me his seed.

  This time, we collapsed on the bed side by side.

  “So good…” I panted.

  “That good, huh?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “I promise to let you sleep this time. You need your rest,” he said.

  “Can we do this again tomorrow?” I asked.

  “Whatever you desire.”

  I lifted myself from the pillow and swung my legs over the bed. When I came to a standing position, I had to grab the edge of the bed to catch my balance. Viktor Kamaz had literally fucked me dizzy.

  I chuckled and rubbed my head.

  “Careful. Where are you going?”

  “Bathroom,” I said. “Be right back.”

  In the guest bathroom, I took one glimpse at the mirror and laughed at myself. So many emotions flowed through me, but I was happy and satisfied. Yet, I looked a hot mess, but I felt like the luckiest woman alive.

  After relieving myself and cleaning up, I walked back out into the room. My legs, and especially my pussy, were super sore and I grabbed a chair to the right of me and winced at the raw pain. I tried to limp the rest of the way.

  I was hoping that Viktor had fallen asleep or couldn’t see me struggling in the darkness. I was wrong. He sat upright on the bed and frowned.

  Within moments, he stood up, met me halfway and scooped me up. He inadvertently squeezed my legs and pussy lips together too firmly and I bit back a squeal.

  “I’m sorry. I should’ve been gentler with you,” he said. Only this time, his voice was firm.

  I placed my palm on his cheek, running my fingers against his beard. “Please don’t apologize anymore for having sex with me. I wanted this.”

  He nodded. “Okay.” He walked with me in his arms, but he exited the guest room entirely.

  “Where are we going?”

  “I’m taking you upstairs with me. Don’t worry. I won’t do anything else to you tonight.”

  “Okay,” I nodded and yawned. My eyes were already heavy with fatigue.

  The last thing I remembered was Viktor putting me on a plush bed and tucking my legs under a warm blanket that smelled of him. Everything after that involved Viktor in my dreams.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Viktor

  “Where’s Ms. Kristene?”

  I almost jumped three feet in the air at the sound of Roy’s chipper voice behind me.

  Some hot water splashed from the teacup I was holding and scolded the back of my hand.

  This wasn’t the first time Roy startled me, and with his stealthiness and knack for sneaking up on people, probably wouldn’t be the last.

  I turned around to find Roy still in his pajamas and arms folded over his chest.

  “Ah…she’s not feeling well this morning.” It was the only excuse I had for him. I couldn’t exactly tell him that I was the reason why Kristene was still in bed and unable to move.

  “Oh, no. Did she get sick from the food?”

  “No, Roy. Sometimes adults just need time to rest, that’s all. Kristene’s been working a lot lately, both upstairs and downstairs.”

  “Oh, that’s right. Her legs must really hurt. I didn’t see her in her room. Where is she?”

  “Um, well, I’m letting her rest in my bed. It’s comfier.”

  “Oh yeah! It’s a whole lot bigger too,” he exclaimed.

  “I was making her some hot tea. I think that will help her feel better. What do you think?”

  Roy nodded. “Yeah. You know what else? I think we should make her breakfast in bed, so she doesn’t have to get up with her bad legs.”

  I smiled. “That sounds like great idea, Roy. We’ll take her breakfast.”

  “She likes blueberry pancakes just like me,” he said. “I’m gonna show you how to make ‘em, uncle, so don’t worry.”

  I chuckled, rubbing the top of his head as he bypassed me to yank open the fridge.

  “You’re a big boy now, Roy. I’m so proud of you.”

  Roy grinned and continued moving about the kitchen to collect the things needed to make the blueberry pancakes.

  If this was happiness, I wanted to relive this moment over and over again. I felt like a brand-new man. And it was all because of Kristene.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Viktor

  Breakfast was eventful. All three of us ate in my California king-sized bed. We pigged out on pancakes, bacon, and orange juice while watching morning cartoons which, of course, was Roy’s suggestion. At least, we were well-rested.

  After that, Kristene soaked in the hot tub to help with her soreness. We spent the rest of the day huddled up by the fireplace, eating snacks, watching TV, and playing board games. I managed to get some paperwork completed and answered a few emails. Today’s workload was done, for the most part. As of this morning, none of my tenants had called with unit issues. The weather outside was bearable, but schools were still closed due to the threat of ice on the roads.

  I walked into the den to find Kristene curled up on the couch in sweats. I instantly smiled. It was nice having someone else in the house. I wasn’t exactly a loner. Most days, I spent my time rounding up workers and trying to get in touch with vendors about their orders.

  It’d been difficult as hell trying to keep my hands off of her. Even now, I wanted her like hell, but I couldn’t bring myself to hurting her again like I did last night. She claimed I hadn’t hurt her, but the way she winced when she tried to get out of bed this morning was a telltale time that she was in some type of discomfort. That had been her first time and I wasn’t exactly a small man.

  Kristene leaned inward to focus on something intently on the screen.

  “How’s it going?” I asked, joining her on the couch.

  “The search for my sister? Well…it would help if she answered her phone. It’s been going to voicemail for weeks.”

  “And my files turned up nothing, right?” I frowned. “You know, I’ve considered doing more checks on tenants that come in long-term, but my father once told me that was never good for business. The more paperwork we made people fill out, the less inclined they were to rent the cabin. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt, so as long as their payment is on time, they can pretty much stay as long as they need.”

  “That’s okay. You don’t have to change your business model for me. Evidently, neither the boyfriend nor my sister wants to be found.”

  I frowned. “I wo
nder why that is. They haven’t gotten into any trouble, have they?”

  “Um…well, I don’t know. Maybe…”

  She shifted and unfolded her legs so that her feet were almost touching the floor. She plopped the laptop on the coffee table and leaned in toward me. Her thigh brushed against mine, sending a hot thrill up my spine.

  I couldn’t believe the affect this woman had on me. When she looked at me with those deep, green eyes, my brain turned to mush. It wasn’t just pure attraction to her. It was more than that. Not only was my cock responding as I reminisced on how good she felt in my arms, but my heart was reacting as well. My pulse escalated as she molded her body to my side.

  “You’re not still worried about me, are you?” she asked.

  “After what we did? Yeah, I am.”

  “I don’t break, Viktor. Was that your first time taking a woman’s virginity?”

  I nodded. “Yes, it was.”

  “I’m fine now. Actually, I hope we can do that again sometime.”

  “Kristene—”

  “I know I’m supposed to be working for you and I told you I wouldn’t come onto you again, but…”

  I turned on the chair to fully face her and almost melted at the sexual hunger on her face. I had created a little vixen. She was right. Sex was addicting, and now that I’d popped her sweet little cherry, she was never going to stop wanting it.