Lumberjacked : A Holiday Mountain Man Lumberjack Romance

by K. C. Crowne

  Viktor

  Three Weeks Later

  Getting back to life as usual after Angela was a hell of a lot harder than I’d thought it would be. I’d only spent a week with her. And three weeks without her. I’d walked away from a lot of things in my life. It had been a fucking breeze every time.

  Walking away from Angela had been like ripping my own heart out of my fucking chest. It had been hard as hell, and even though a few weeks had passed, none of it hadn’t gotten easier.

  I thought about her the whole fucking time. I’d moved to a different cabin, a little further up the mountain. Away from the place that held all the memories. Away from where anyone could find me if they decided to come back without Maksim’s orders.

  It hadn’t helped. She was still everywhere.

  I’d washed my sheets so many times I was surprised the shit didn’t disintegrate. But in the mornings, I woke up with her scent in my nostrils, a raging hard on, and a broken heart.

  Axel had come to check on me a couple of times, ask me if I had plans for Christmas. I hadn’t even realized it was Christmas. I’d appreciated his concern. He hadn’t understood why I’d left her. He’d been just as shocked as she’d been. The thing was, I didn’t belong in her life. I didn’t fit in her world. Angela was everything that was good and pure, and she deserved to have only the best. And I wasn’t the best. I was fucking far from it.

  Besides, she was in Chicago living a new life, one that would allow her to go places. An angel like her deserved to soar, not to be bogged down in the forest without electricity, living in a tiny cabin that barely had enough hot water for two people. The life I had wasn’t what I wanted to give her.

  She deserved more. I couldn’t allow her to settle for less. I couldn’t allow her to settle for me.

  I’d taken care of my past. For the first time in years, I hadn’t checked my satellite equipment in weeks. The battery was charged; I’d set it up just in case. But Maksim was dead, and his business had fallen apart. After the team had come in to take care of the bodies – a team I’d used many times while in Russia – I’d gone back to check on the radar to look for movement.

  One by one, over the course of the next few days, the lights had gone out. The men were removing their tracking chips. They’d moved on to greener pastures.

  And I was here in the mountains, alone, doing my own thing. I wasn’t on the run anymore, I wasn’t hiding. I was just a man now. I headed out into the forest just after sunrise one morning. I had my hunting rifle with me, and I moved through the trees silently. I was stalking a deer. Following animals was a lot better than having to hunt down humans. I enjoyed the trek, moving downwind so that the deer didn’t pick up my scent.

  The animal was beautiful. It seemed a shame to kill it, but I only killed what I had to eat.

  When the deer paused to nibble on a patch of fresh grass, I aimed, letting out a breath to steady myself, and started squeezing the trigger. Before the bullet left the barrel, I let go of the trigger and lowered the gun. Today, I would let the beautiful creature live. I had a few non-perishables left. Tomorrow, I would hunt again. And soon, I would go into town to stock up on goods.

  I’d been avoiding town. It reminded me of her. Fucking everything reminded me of her. I lowered the gun and my head, sorrow in my heart.

  Something rustled behind me, a twig snapped, and when I spun around to see who or what had crept up on me, she was there. Like a vision. An angel. Perhaps a Christmas miracle.

  I blinked a few times.

  “Viktor,” she said, and her voice was music to my ears.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked. She tilted her head a little. “And how the hell did you find me?”

  A small smile played around her lips. “Someone taught me how to navigate the forest once.”

  Holy shit, if she wasn’t the hottest thing on two legs right now, I wouldn’t know what was.

  “Can we talk?” she asked.

  I nodded curtly. Seeing her was going to fuck me up. I was already struggling to forget about her, and this was just going to start the whole thing all over again. But when she asked me like that, I wanted to give her to the whole world.

  We walked a short distance to a clearing where a fallen log had become a seat I often used. It looked out over a different part of the valley.

  “I’ve forgotten how peaceful it is out here,” she commented after a short silence.

  “I bet. You’ve been in the city.”

  She shook her head. “I didn’t go to the city, Viktor.”

  “What?” I asked, frowning. “I thought you had that job lined up. That you were leaving so you could live the life you always dreamed of.”

  She sighed. “You were right, you know.”

  “About?”

  I couldn’t stop looking at her. She looked out over the valley, but I only had eyes for her. She was so beautiful. I traced the profile of her face with my eyes while she looked away; long lashes that brushed her cheeks when she blinked, her delicate nose, her perfect lips. God, I wanted to kiss her so badly.

  Control, I told myself. I had to control myself.

  “I wasn’t doing it for me. I was only doing it for my mom. And that would never have made me happy. I can’t keep living for other people. My mom went through a terrible thing, and I will always be there for her when she needs me. But I need to live for myself, too. Or my life would mean nothing.”

  I nodded. She turned to me, her eyes bright. “So, I’m here in Grizzly Falls. It’s what I want. And I want you, too.”

  “Me?” I asked.

  I sounded like a fool, asking her one-word questions. But I was reeling inside. My mind spun a mile a minute, my heart fluttered in my chest, and my blood rushed in my ears. I couldn’t think straight when she was around. I just wanted to kiss her and touch her. I wanted to pull her against me. Or under me.

  “I’m in love with you, Viktor,” she said. “I know you think we don’t belong together, but I don’t agree.”

  How the fuck was I supposed to argue with that? But I couldn’t do this to her. I opened my mouth to tell her as much, but she reached up and lightly pressed her fingers against my lips, stopping me from talking.

  No one told me what to do. No one. But when she touched me like that, I melted. And stayed silent.

  “I don't want to argue about it. I know you think your past defines you in a way that makes it impossible for us to be together. I saw what happened that day, I saw what you did to Maksim. But I don’t see you as a killer. I don’t see your past when I look at you, Viktor. I see the man I want to spend my future with.”

  She slowly withdrew her hand, and her eyes searched my face, looking for an answer to her speech.

  I didn’t know what to say. I’d never been accepted by anyone the way she accepted me. I’d never been allowed to be myself the way I was around her. I was a hard fucker, used to surviving. But when she was around, she turned me to jelly, showing me that I was soft inside.

  Showing me that I was worthy of love.

  I grabbed her and kissed her. Angela yelped in surprise when I grabbed her, but she melted against me right away, kissing me back. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her body pressed against mine, and I was aware of her curves, her breasts against my chest, her lips against mine.

  Fuck, I wanted her.

  “Come,” I said when we finally broke the kiss.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  “Home.” I took her hand in mine and took her to my cabin.

  Our cabin.

  Angela

  What was going on in his head? We stood in the same room, but I felt like I couldn’t reach him, I couldn’t figure out what was going on. I felt like he wasn’t telling me something. And I couldn’t force it out of him.

  But warning bells were starting to go off in my head. Viktor was amazing, but why was he trying to keep me here? Couldn’t he just tell me he was falling for me? Because I was falling so damn hard for him, I had no idea ho
w I was going to walk away. I had no idea how I was supposed to start a new life somewhere without looking back all the time wondering what if.

  “You can’t do this to me,” I said when Viktor stood in front of me, looking at me as if his whole world was wrapped up between the two of us standing here together.

  He didn’t answer me. He just looked at me with an expression filled with so much affection, I struggled to think straight.

  Viktor lifted his hand and brushed a stray strand of hair out of my face. The touch of his fingertips was so light on my temple, but sparks of electricity travelled over my skin where he touched me. My body responded to his, warmth washing through me and pooling between my legs, and I leaned into his hand.

  He cupped my cheek, tipped my head up, and brought his lips down to mine.

  How many times had he kissed me? Countless, at this point. But every time he did, it felt like the first time. I melted against him, moaning into his mouth. His lips were hot on mine, and his large hand was warm against my cheek.

  Viktor lifted his other hand and slowly, deliberately, he ran it down my neck. His hand was large, his fingers wrapping around my neck. He was enormous, his hands large enough that he could really do damage if he wanted to. But he always treated me as if I were delicate. That, to me, was the definition of power. Not the ability to crush someone, but a man knowing his strength, when to use it, and when to hold back.

  That was one of the biggest turn-ons when it came to Viktor.

  And even though I didn’t know what he wanted, or where we were headed, or why he was being so cryptic about everything, I couldn’t resist him.

  He ran his hand onto my breast, and my nipples tightened, responding to his touch. He kneaded my flesh, his strong fingers working their magic before he tugged my shirt down, followed by the cup of my bra. He kissed his way down my neck, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I moaned softly.

  Viktor licked across the sensitive skin on the swell of my breast before he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I pushed my fingers into his dark hair and tipped my head back. His attention to my nipples was a direct line to my wetness, and my core tightened, begging for more. I reached for Viktor’s shirt and pulled it up. He let go of me for long enough to help me tug it over his head, and to help me get rid of mine. I undid my own bra, so that we both stood topless.

  Viktor wrapped his arms around me, and my breasts pushed against his naked chest. He kissed me again and I shivered.

  “Wait,” he said, breaking the kiss. “You’re cold.”

  I shook my head, but Viktor stepped away from me and rekindled the fire. He made quick work of it, as I watched him. The cold breeze in the room gave me goose bumps, and my nipples were both erect, but it wasn’t because I was cold.

  When the fire crackled in the hearth, growing in intensity and warmth, Viktor disappeared into the room. He came back with a large, fur blanket I hadn’t seen before and spread it out in front of the fire. He took my hand and pulled me down onto the fur with him, then kissed me again. His large hand cupped my breast, and I moaned as he touched me, my chest rising and falling as my breathing became erratic with my lust for him.

  I ran my hand down his perfect abs and onto the bulge in his pants. His erection curled against his jeans, straining to get out. I undid his belt and his zipper and pulled his cock out, setting it free. I ran my fingers up and down his shaft, and he groaned. He moved his mouth to my ear and kissed it before he nibbled so gently it didn’t hurt. His breath against my ear made me shiver.

  One hand was still on my breast. The other moved over my stomach and to my jeans. He undid them deftly and pushed his hand into my panties. I let go of his cock and pushed my jeans over my ass and to my knees so I could open my legs for him. When his finger slid into me, gliding past my clit and pushing into my entrance, I cried out. Viktor only finger fucked me a few times before he pulled out. He stood on his knees, his cock pointed at me, the tip slick with need for me, and I couldn’t resist.

  I leaned down, pulled my hair back with one hand, and sucked him into my mouth. Viktor moaned, his hand on my head, encouraging me to take him in deeper. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could without gagging. He lifted my hair into a ponytail and held onto it while I bobbed my head up and down, sucking his cock.

  He bit out a few Russian curse words. God, it was so fucking sexy when he spoke Russian. I sucked him harder, faster. Viktor moaned and groaned and bucked his hips. I wanted to take more of him in, but he was enormous.

  “Kitn,” he mumbled, and I stopped, looking up at him from where I was on all fours. “Turn around, Angel.”

  I didn’t let him ask me twice. I loved it when he fucked me from behind. I was dripping wet and aching to have him inside me. When my ass was pointed to him, he didn’t push into me the way I’d thought he would. Instead, he found my clit again and started slowly rubbing circles around it, teasing, slowly working me into a frenzy. Every now and then, he ran his fingers over the right places, but most of the time, he kept me wanting and waiting by working me up and not giving me what I wanted most.

  I moaned in complaint and he chuckled. “What do you want, Malen kiy?”

  “I want to come,” I pleaded.

  He leaned over me, his mouth against my ear again. “I want you to beg for it. I want you to tell me how much you want me to fuck you. Tell me how badly you need me to make you come.”

  “Please,” I whimpered as he continued teasing me, his fingers touching me everywhere except where I desperately wanted him to. With his other hand, he kneaded and squeezed my ass, and I could feel how wet I had become, so ready for him to take me.

  “What is it, kitn?” he asked, as if he had no fucking idea.

  “Please, let me come, Viktor,” I begged. “Please.”

  He chuckled, shifted, and before I could ask again, he plunged his dick into me. God, he felt so good. He fucked me from behind, hard and fast, his balls slapping against my pussy, fingers digging into my hips. I screamed in pleasure, getting closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm, but when I was so close I could almost taste my release, Viktor slowed down.

  “Do you like that, Angel?” he asked. “Do you like it when I keep you on the edge?”

  I trembled, not knowing how to answer. I loved it when he played with me like this. But I hated it too. I just wanted a release.

  He reached around me, finding my clit again, and slowly drew circles around the sensitive bud while he slowly, sensually, stroked his cock in and out of me.

  “I want you to ache for me, Angel,” he murmured. “I want you to beg for a release, to beg for me to fuck you until you can’t beg anymore.”

  God, I wanted it so badly. “Fuck me, Viktor,” I cried. “Fuck me hard. Please.”

  He chuckled and started moving in and out of me harder and faster. His cock pushed all the way into me, reaching my end, his fingers playing with my clit. Just how I wanted him to.

  The orgasm crashed over me in no time at all. I cried out as it broke, and my body tightened around his cock, squeezing him, my muscles contracting around him. He began to thrust with wild abandon. I cried out, the climax intensifying. My breasts slapped together as my body rocked back and forth, and the heat of the pleasure was so intense, my skin broke out in a thin sheen of sweat. The heat from the fire was far too hot now that our friction was generating more heat than was necessary for such a small cabin.

  My arms started trembling, making it difficult to hold myself up, and I tilted forward, ass up, chest against the fur blanket, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket as the orgasm just kept rolling.

  Viktor slowed down, and I finally started coming down from the sexual high he’d kept me on. When he pulled out of me, I collapsed sideways onto the fur. He crawled over me, planting kisses from my knees upward, onto my thighs, my hips, my stomach, my breasts. Finally, he kissed my mouth.

  His cock was still hard, dragging across my thigh and hip, leaving a trail of our sex behind. He lay down beh
ind me, curled a thick arm around my body, and his cock rested between my ass cheeks. He started moving against me, sliding his cock over my skin, and I gasped and sighed. He cupped my breast, crossing his arm over my chest. I arched my back, pushing myself against his cock.

  Without much effort, he found my entrance again, and with a quick thrust, he pushed into me. I moaned, feeling him inside me, thick and hard, filling me up. He started moving and pushed his hand between my legs.

  “Touch yourself, kitn,” he said, and when I moved my hand between my legs, his covered it with his.

  His fingers were on mine as I rubbed my clit, and I loved it that we were doing it together. When I moved my fingers faster, pushing for my own release, Viktor stilled his hand on top of mine, letting me do my thing. He put his hand on my hip, the other hand on my opposite shoulder, and tilted my body forward. I cried out as he fucked me. I moaned, and when another orgasm rocked through me, I turned my head into the furs and called out Viktor’s name. He growled low in his throat in response.

  I pulled away from him when it was over, rolling onto my back. I looked him in the eyes. I struggled to read his expression, but whatever he thought or felt, it was good.

  Gently, I nudged his chest. Viktor rolled onto his back, and I mounted him, straddling his hips. His cock was harder, bobbing when he moved, and I guided him to my entrance, sinking onto him. He groaned when I did and ran his fingers through my hair.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said.

  I smiled at him and started moving my hips, sliding up and down on him.

  Viktor knew what he was doing, riding me the way he always did, holding out for so long. But this time, his cock grew harder inside me. He grunted and groaned, and by his breathing and the way he was gripping my hips, I knew he was close.

  “Come for me, Viktor,” I panted, breathing hard as I rode him.

  Viktor bit out a curse word, his abs tightening into delicious blocks, and he pumped into me. I moaned as I felt his dick spilling, and I loved the look of his face, riddled with pleasure.