Welcome to Wolf Creek (Alpha Lumberjacks Book 1)

by M Andrews

  “Fuck you, asshole,” I hiss back. I don’t want empty one night fucks for the rest of my life. I’m old fashion in that I want a life and a family to share with someone.

  “Now boys, be nice,” my mom scolds us. Lucas helps her out of her coat then orders her a glass of wine. “Easton, it’s almost show-time. The presents are in the back along with your suit.”

  Lucas hides behind mom quietly laughing at me. “Lucas, don’t think for one minute you are getting off that easy. With Colton stuck at school because of the weather, you have to take his spot as Santa’s helper elf.” She chuckles from behind her glass of wine.

  “Fuck me,” Lucas mouths.

  “Don’t worry, little brother, you are going to look damn adorable in those green tights.” I howl with laughter.

  Chapter Five

  Laurie

  The tavern is packed when we arrive. I maneuver my way through a crowd of children waiting in line for their chance to sit on Santa’s lap. When Malinda said the whole town was here I thought she was just exaggerating. Josie grabs my hand and pulls me toward the back of the tavern where we luck out and find the last open table in the place. Josie tosses her bag and her coat on the small round table, claiming our territory.

  While Josie heads to the bar to get us a couple drinks, I glance around the sea of denim and plaid. There are beards as far as the eye can see. Now these are real men, not like the over tanned, manicure getting, suit and tie guy that William turned into. No, these guys are all rough hands, mud on their boots, and throw you around in the bedroom men. I can feel the flush rise in my cheeks at the thought. Must be all the testosterone in the air.

  “Hey Laurie, look who I found at the bar,” Josie says, sliding a beer across the table. I look up and see Malinda standing behind her.

  “Hello Malinda,” I shout over the music.

  “I’m so glad you girls changed your minds and joined the party. I can’t allow you sweet girls to sit back here all alone, please come sit with me and my boys,” she offers. Before we can respond, Malinda scoops up our coats and drinks and demands that we follow her. Josie links arms with me as we follow Malinda to the front of the tavern.

  “I met one of her boys, Aaron, at the bar, and if the rest of her sons look like him we are in for one hell of a good night.” As the words come out of her mouth, a devious glint flashes in her eyes. I know that look all too well. That’s the look she gets right before something bad happens.

  “I’m only staying long enough to finish my ONE drink,” I remind her. I’m chugging my beer and getting the hell out of here before I end up with another crazy tattoo or even worse.

  “We’ll see about that.” She gives me a mischievous grin. My stomach turns at that grin. I’m probably going to have to sneak out the bathroom window if I want a chance at getting back to my room and the giant soaker tub that is waiting for me.

  We arrive at Malinda’s table and an elf with a full beard and dark brown eyes stands and holds out a chair for her. Josie leans into my ear and whispers, “I call dibs on Santa’s little helper.” Good, someone to keep her distracted while I sneak away. He seems to have caught her scent too, because he’s eye fucking her so hard I need a cigarette.

  “Lucas, this is Laurie and Josie. They got caught in the nasty snow storm and will be staying here tonight,” she says as she takes her seat at the table.

  Lucas shakes my hand then turns his attention back to Josie. It’s not surprising, whenever we’ve gone out together before, men were always going after Josie. She’s beautiful, smart, and skinny. I was married, so it never really bothered me. I had a man who, at the time, I thought loved my curves. Someday I’ll find a man who appreciates my body, until then I will continue to love every curvy inch of my body.

  I sip my beer and listen to Malinda’s history of Wolf Creek. She was born and raised here, met her husband here. She talks about her husband, Charles, and children with such love and devotion. You could tell they loved each other fiercely. They gave each other a home, a family, and supported each other. Charles even built her the very lodge I’m staying in, because it was her dream. I did everything for William, and he never did one thing for me. He always promised that once he was established in his new job, I could finally get everything I ever wanted. All I got were a lot of broken promises and divorce papers.

  I drink the last few drops of beer and set the bottle on the table. Josie is still distracted with Lucas, dancing to “Santa Baby” on the dance floor. Now is my chance to sneak away. I wish Malinda a goodnight and slip out of the tavern.

  Chapter Six

  Easton

  I stash the empty gift sack and Santa suit behind the lobby desk, then head to the kitchen to grab one of my mom’s famous roast beef sandwiches before heading back to the party. My first year taking over as Santa wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be. Seeing all those happy little faces light as I passed out the gifts eased the pain of not having my dad around. Plus, seeing Lucas tackled by a hoard of children made it even better. I only wish I had gotten it on video.

  I step through the kitchen door and walk around the prep station, stopping dead in my tracks when I spot the most perfect, curvy, plump ass I have ever seen bent over in the fridge. The sway of her white robe covered hips as she hums to herself has me memorized. My cock stirs life, growing harder with the image of her ass bouncing as I pound the fucking life out of her. It has been way too damn long since I got my dick wet. She rises and turns to the side as she inspects the sandwich sitting on her plate. Goddamn, she has more curves than a back road. Juicy, thick thighs and tits so full and big I want to bury my face in them for a week. I wonder if those little peaks poking out under the terry cloth are plump and pink. My dirty fucking mind is getting away from me. All the blood from my brain is rushing down to my crotch.

  Her blonde hair is piled up on top of her head, and the peaches and cream skin along her neck has my mouth watering to leave my mark. I haven’t even seen her face and she’s already got me wound up. She turns all the way around and her ice blue eyes hit me right in the heart and the dick. All I can focus on is her on her knees, those blue eyes looking up at me while those luscious pink lips wrap around my cock. Jesus Christ, this woman is turning me into a fucking perv.

  “Holy shit.” She jumps, dropping the plate in her hand. The broken pieces and sandwich scatter across the floor.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” I kneel in front of her. I try not to stare at the heaven hiding behind her robe as I pick up the broken pieces. Fuck, I can smell her through the fabric. It would be so easy for me to just slip my head inside her robe and taste her. Just one lick to quench the hunger growing deep inside me. “I’m Easton,” I manage to say, shaking my head, trying to regain focus.

  “Easton. Oh, you’re Malinda’s son.” She lowers herself down, so now we are eye level. She’s more beautiful than anything I have ever seen. I don’t hear the rest of what she is saying, I’m too focused on her full pink lips and what they must taste like.

  “The one and only. You got a name, Angel?” I ask.

  “It’s Laurie, but you can call me Angel,” she replies, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. So fucking cute.

  “Welcome to Wolf Creek, Angel.” I wink, dropping the broken plate into the trash. I can feel her watching me as I open the fridge to grab a couple of sandwiches. I pause for a moment, letting the cool air calm the perverse thoughts running through my mind. But it’s not working; I want her here and now. I want to sink inside her warm, wet pussy, making her scream my name. I hope she can’t see the raging hard-on she’s giving me. “What brings you to Wolf Creek?” I ask, setting a plate down in front of her.

  “I was on the road to Seattle when the snow storm hit,” she says helping herself to a glass of wine. Thank fucking God for this storm.

  “Travelling home for Christmas with your husband?” I ask.

  “Very smooth, trying to see if I’m single, huh?” She grins at me from beh
ind her wine glass.

  “Just trying to find out if I’m going to have to deal with an angry husband when he finds out I stole his wife.” This makes her laugh. She thinks I’m kidding, but I’m not. Any man stupid enough to let her out of his sight deserves to have her stolen away. She takes a sip of her wine, and I can see the confidence growing in her eyes. She’s making no attempt to hide that fact that she is staring at the bulge inside my pants.

  “What would you do with me once you have me?” she asks, setting her glass down on the counter and stepping closer to me.

  “First off, I will take you up to your room, strip you out of that fucking robe, and lick every inch of your body, then spend the rest of the night making you come all over my tongue and my cock. Claiming all of you.” The jolt of lust rocks through my body. I need to be inside her right fucking now.

  Her fingers come to a stop, and her breathing deepens, the smell of her arousal fills my senses. She closes the space between us and runs her hands up my chest. “Then what’s stopping you?” she purrs.

  Chapter Seven

  Laurie

  Easton’s lips claim mine in a deep, primal kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, devouring and claiming what’s his. The moment I turned around and saw Easton standing in the kitchen, I wanted him. Those deep brown eyes and beard had me hooked. I’ve always thought beards were sexy, but William would never grow one, saying they looked unprofessional and dirty. More like, they give you the dirtiest thoughts you’ve ever had. If I were wearing panties right now, they would be destroyed. The muscles hiding under all that denim and plaid, plus the massive bulge in his pants, have me so wet I can feel it dripping down my thighs.

  He reaches behind my head, releasing the clip in my hair. My blonde locks flow down my back. One hand grips my hair, pulling my head back while his warm tongue glides up my neck. He’s only just kissed me and I’ve experienced more passion and desire than in all the years that I was with William.

  “You’re mine now, Angel.” He stakes his claim and it sends a chill down my spine. I want him to claim me, own me, fuck me… until I no longer remember my name. Just one night to forget the past four months. To feel something other than pain and sadness.

  With ease, Easton scoops me into his arms - like I weigh nothing - and carries me upstairs to my room. Once inside, he tosses me onto the bed then climbs over me. His huge frame completely covering me, and the heat from his body, mixed with his manly scent, has my senses on overload. He reaches a hand between us and opens the sash on my robe, the fabric falling open. For the first time in years, I don’t feel self-conscious about my body. With William, I kept the lights off when we would have sex, and, toward the end of our marriage, when he became so obsessed with me looking more like the trophy wives at his firm, I would keep my nightgown on, never letting him see me naked, not that it mattered much anyway. By then he barely touched me. The way Easton looks at me makes me feel so sexy and wanted.

  “So goddamn perfect,” he says, dipping his head down and sucking my nipple in his hot mouth. He nips, sucks, and licks my little bud while his rough fingers pinch the other. My body arches up, forcing me deeper into his mouth. I want these hands and this mouth marking every inch of my body as a reminder of this night.

  “Let’s see how wet you are for me.” He grins, looking at me before his tongue flicks over my nipple. His hand slides down my body, between my legs, fingers slipping between my wet folds. “Goddamn, Angel, you’re dripping for me. I bet you’re imaging all ten inches of my cock owning this pussy. I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll never want to leave me.”

  My legs fall open at his dirty words. Easton nestles between my legs, kissing a trail down to my mound. He spreads me open and hungrily growls, making my pussy pulse with need. “Your pussy is so greedy for my cock.” He takes a long, slow lick from slit to clit. “You taste like heaven and sin all rolled into one,” he groans. He buries his face between my thighs, and his tongue wiggles under the hood of my clit. His mouth is divine.

  Every nerve in my body roars to life with the flick of his tongue and the scratch of his beard against my thighs. His hands reach up, groping and massaging my breasts. I bury my fingers in his dark, thick hair. His tongue fucking me, and his nose bumping against my clit has me ready to explode. I’m teetering on the edge of ecstasy, but Easton pulls me back. He does this over and over, driving me toward the edge then slamming me back. The push and pull is more than I can take. I need to come before I burst into a million pieces.

  I beg and plead for Easton to finish me. He shoves three fingers deep inside my wet channel. Curling them up, he finds my sweet spot. We’ve barely spent an hour together and he already knows my body better than William ever did. The sounds he’s getting out of me aren’t human.

  “You can come now, Angel.” His words send me screaming over the edge, coming hard. “Jesus, that greedy pussy of yours feels like it’s going to break my fingers off.” He continues to slowly pump his fingers inside me while his tongue swirls and laps at my still throbbing bud. His tongue puts my vibrator and William to shame.

  ∞∞∞

  I coax another orgasm from Laurie. My dick is aching to be inside this delicious tight pussy, but I have to hear her come one more time. Hearing her call out my name is the sweetest sound I’ve heard.

  She lays breathless and covered in a sheen of sweat. She’s open and ready for me to do whatever the fuck I want to her. I’m going to need a lifetime to get through the list of the dirty shit I want to do to this perfect body. First on my list is I want to be balls deep inside this dripping wet cunt.

  I slip my fingers from inside her, her sweet honey drips down my hand. I don’t let a single drop go to waste as I lap up her honeyed cream like a starving man. “Angel, you taste so goddamn good. I could live off your pussy alone.”

  “Keep eating me out like that and you can have me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” She grins as she sits up helping to unbutton my shirt.

  She peppers kisses along my hips. Her touch soothes my lonely soul. I toss my shirt to the floor while Laurie works my belt open. She slides the denim off my hips, releasing my hard-on from the confines of my boxers. Her tongue slides hungrily along her lower lip, eyes widen as she gazes at all ten hard inches of me. She looks up at me and swirls her tongue over my fat tip, licking up the beads of precum.

  It takes every ounce of will power I have not to blow my load all over her tits as she wraps her lips around my length. Fuck, it’s been way too damn long since any one besides me has touch my cock. Her fingers curl around the base of my shaft, she strokes me in rhythm with her mouth. Tongue swirling teeth grazing, my cock throbbing in her sinful mouth. My body desperate tries to seize my orgasm, but I refuse. I won’t come until I’m balls deep in that tight cunt of hers.

  I pull her off me and push her back on the bed. I kick off my pants then grab her by the ankles and spread those gorgeous thick thighs nice and wide. The sweet little giggle she lets out makes my dick twitch with need. This first time isn’t going to be sweet or gentle, but we have the rest of our lives for that. Right now, I need to fuck her, and I need to fuck her hard.

  My hands claim her hips, lifting her off the bed as I drive hard into her warm, wet cunt until I’m rooted deep inside her. She feels fucking exquisite. We fit together perfectly, like we were made for each other.

  “More, I want more,” she cries out, rolling her hips along my throbbing hard length. I pull out then slam back into her. My name falls from her lips, her greedy pussy pulls me deeper, clenching me tighter than a fist. I watch her tits bouncing while I pound her perfect body.

  I sit back on my knees and pull her up to my chest. Her arms slide around my neck, as she braces herself while I fuck up into her.

  “You’re mine now, Angel, and I’m never letting you go.”

  Chapter Eight

  Easton

  Laurie is wrapped around me, her head resting against my chest and my cock seated inside her. Her hips are gently
rocking, even in her sleep she can’t get enough of me. Hell, I can’t get enough of her. I spent all night between her thick gorgeous thighs making her come with my hands, my tongue, and my cock. I was like a ravenous, possessive beast, marking her, and claiming every fucking inch of her. She’s mine now, and I’m never letting her go.

  “Angel, it’s time to wake up,” I softly whisper and place a kiss on her forehead.

  She groans and wraps herself tighter around me. “No, I don’t want to leave these arms or this bed,” she mumbles.

  I roll her onto her back, and pull her fat, pink nipple between my teeth and thrust deep and hard into her warm, wet cunt. Her body arches off the bed and my name slips from her lips. I love that sound, it spikes my desire for her. Fuck it, we’re not leaving this room until I’ve fucked her raw. Every move she makes today will remind her of me, and how I made her mine.

  “Easton, I’m coming,” she pants. Her greedy pussy clenches around my length and pulls me deeper. Thank fuck, she’s too damn good, I can’t hold on any longer. Three hard snaps of my hips has us both coming hard, and I fill her with my seed. Maybe I’ll get her pregnant, then she will be mine forever.

  ∞∞∞

  “Oh my God, these are the best eggnog pancakes I have ever had. Truth be told, I’ve never had them before. I didn’t even know they were a thing,” Laurie says, licking her fork clean. Even watching her eat is sexy as fuck.

  We made it out of bed just in time to catch the tail end of the breakfast rush at my family’s café in town. Neither one of us wanted to leave that room, but I needed to get some food in Laurie before we headed to my cabin for the rest of the day. I know once she’s in my place we won’t be leaving until spring.