Saved by the Woodsman

by Eddie Cleveland

  I close my eyes and the vivid colors of the family restaurant come alive in my mind. I can almost smell the young garlic chives and basil we had growing by the window. I was never one to hunt for one night stands, my preference was to enjoy a woman, date her, and savor her. However, they happened. My father would smile and toss his arm around my shoulder with pride. “Now is the time to be young, have fun!” He’d boom in his deep baritone. “That’s how you’ll bring us home the prettiest daughter-in-law. You have to experience life and then you’ll know what to look for in love. That’s how I met your mother!”

  My mother preferred to see me as less of a player, she used to call me ‘little Romeo.’ My older brother was ‘big Romeo’ and already engaged to a girl my parents were crazy about.

  It was a great life, a great family, and now it’s a tremendous hole in my heart that has never healed.

  I tuck away the memory, determined to bury it far from my emotions. I’ve spilled the tears, I’ve exploded with the rage, and I’ve aimlessly reeled with the loss. Now isn’t the time to relive it all. Just the good parts.

  I focus on Ashley, bent over at the waist as she piles the split logs into some kind of order under the window. In my mind, I walk over to her, slide my fingers under the waist of the pants I lent her, and ease them down over her large bottom before dropping to my knees and eating her pussy from behind, while she stays exactly how she’s standing now.

  It’s a welcome distraction from the hauntings of my past. However, my throbbing cock and wild thoughts come with their own problems. Outside, she wanted me to kiss her. I wanted it too, but if I did, I’m not sure I could trust myself to stop at a kiss. I’m a man of restraint. There’s no way you can live off the grid for as long as I have without self-discipline, but I’d be a fucking liar if I said I trust myself to show any with her.

  She might have wanted a simple kiss, but once the lid is cracked on Pandora’s Box, there’s no telling what will happen.

  “Here, let me help you with that,” I offer, realizing that I’m still rooted to the same spot. I walk beside her and add the wood I’ve been carrying to her modest pile. Bump is more like it. Still, it’s nice that she’s actually helping out now instead of being a prissy little princess.

  “Thanks,” she smiles up at me and her beauty knocks the air out of my lungs. I hated how she looked with all that makeup on before. It’s worn away now, leaving her natural rosy hue shining through on her cheeks. Instead of the severe, blood red lipstick she had painted on a couple of nights ago, now her full lips are a sweet shade of pink.

  “No problem,” my voice comes out gravelly and I clear my throat.

  “Ugh,” Ashley crinkles her nose and looks down at her hands. “I’m so dirty,” she sounds as though the tiny flecks of broken bark covering her hands are actually making her sad.

  So much for her being over the prissy princess thing.

  “You’re not dirty, it brushes right off,” I grab her hands and rub mine over them, removing the debris.

  She looks up at me, her wide, blue eyes locking on mine. “It’s not just that. It’s just, I’m used to taking a shower every day and baby wipes just aren’t the same. I’m starting to feel gross.” Her eyes flash as if she just had an epiphany and she quickly looks down at the floor, “You probably think I’m disgusting,” she whispers, as if she’s finally understanding the reason I haven’t kissed her.

  “Listen to me,” I grab her chin between my finger and thumb and pull her face back up to meet mine, “you couldn’t be more wrong if you tried.” I try to conceal the anger tinging my voice. The fire that’s boiling up from my belly because somewhere, somehow, some piece of shit made this girl feel like she wasn’t enough. “I hated all that crap you had on your face before. You’re beautiful without it. More beautiful,” I stress. “Your hair looks better down and wild. And, yeah, I didn’t mind the bikini on you, but you still look just as good in my clothes.”

  Her lips curve up into a smile and the storm in her eyes begins to subside. “Thank you,” she murmurs.

  “Don’t thank me for telling you the truth. For saving your life, sure. For cooking your supper, of course. But not for telling you what you should’ve known all along. What any supposed man in your life should have been making you feel every fucking day.” I hover over her; my lips are only a few inches from hers. Ashley’s chest is rising and falling quickly. I close the space between us and lean into her, kissing her soft lips hungrily. I run my hand up her back and let my fingers explore her long hair as my tongue finds hers. Ashley kisses me back like she’s been aching for this. We’re intertwined in each other like a couple of lost soulmates, reunited after decades apart.

  My cock grows hard against my zipper, painfully reminding me that if I don’t put some space between us, I’m going to tear my clothes off her body and fill her pussy as I fuck her against every surface in this place.

  I drop my hand from her hair and step back. Ashley looks up at me, her eyes hooded with desire. I don’t know if she understands what she’s trying to unleash. I don’t think she’s ready.

  “I should get back to work,” I murmur without moving an inch from her.

  “Please,” her voice is ragged with desire. Her pupils are dilated like she just got high. Who knows, maybe she is. I feel like I might be after that kiss.

  “Don’t go. I need you.”

  Fuck self-discipline.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sawyer

  I rake my fingers down her back until they reach the curve of her ass. I dig my digits under her perfect bubble butt and grab her flesh hard, like I’m claiming it. The bruise my desperation is sure to leave on her skin will be my mark.

  I grind my throbbing cock against the heat of her pussy and possess her mouth with my tongue. My senses are all firing at once, except common sense. That guy made a run for the snow.

  “I want you so bad,” Ashley whispers against my lips. My heart pounds in my chest like a woodpecker drilling a hole in a tree. It’s been too long since I’ve had a woman. She doesn’t know the beast she’s trying to unleash on her body. She doesn’t understand the rabid need coursing through my veins.

  “This is a bad idea,” I warn her, my voice raw and hoarse.

  “Maybe that’s what I want,” she looks up at me with her wide, blue eyes. The innocence I see flickering over them tells me she has no idea what she wants. I’m not under some old-fashioned illusion that she’s inexperienced. Fuck, she was running away from her fiancé, wasn’t she? I know full well she’s had other men. But I can guarantee that no man has possessed her, has owned every inch of her creamy skin, has destroyed her like I’m going to.

  “You’re confused and lost. You don’t have any idea what you want,” her hips shiver against mine as I rub my cock over her heat. Her mind might not be certain about what she wants, but her body is.

  She pants in my ear and squeezes her eyes shut, like just rubbing myself against her is almost enough to make her cum. Proving my point that she’s not ready for what a feral man, after years of living off-grid, is going to do to her.

  That sweet, little pussy doesn’t stand a chance. After I fuck her, no cock will be good enough for her again. None but mine.

  “I want you, Sawyer. Please, don’t make me beg.” She breathes the words and flutters her heavy eyelids open at me. The blue of her eyes has transformed from the serene sky on a spring morning to the wild, crashing waves of the ocean. I can see her need tossing about on those stormy seas. I can see the innocent girl disappear as she embraces her fate.

  I bury my fingers in the long tendrils of her hair and yank her head over roughly. Ashley moans, she fucking moans like I just licked her pussy. I pull her earlobe inside my lips and flicker my tongue over the soft flesh then drag a wet trail over her smooth neck down to her collarbone, possessing her one inch at a time.

  “If you want this, there’s no going back, Ashley. I will own every part of you. I’ll claim you as mine. You might walk out o
f these woods, you might never come back, but you’ll spend the rest of your life unhappy and unsatisfied with what you’ll find out there. Once I have you, I won’t just own your body, I will be in your mind, and I’ll never let go.” I warn her.

  Ashley twists in my hand, pulling her hair even tighter against my fist and smiles. “Fuck me, Sawyer. I want to feel you,” she arches her back and pleads with me.

  I untangle my hand from her hair and slide my fingers under the edge of her shirt. My shirt, but there’s no denying it looks better on her. I don’t bother with the buttons down the front, instead sliding it up over her arms, and discarding it on the floor. I know my beard must be rough against her skin, but my lips are soft and I kiss a path to her perfect tits, taking a rosy nipple into my mouth. I nip at her tender flesh before suckling it softly. Her nipple peaks in my mouth and she lifts her full breast as she throws back her shoulders, like she wants me to devour her breasts.

  I tug her pants down and am pleased when they fall from her legs. She steps out of the fabric pools, never breaking my claim to her breasts.

  I step back, admiring her young, soft curves. The heavy cup of her breasts over her flat belly that flares out into her wide hips. They have to be wide for that big, beautiful ass of hers. It’s not hard to imagine how she’s made a living teasing people with pictures of her huge bubble butt. My eyes skim over her shaved pussy and I lick my lips hungrily. I drop to my haunches and grab her hips in my hands, guiding her to my face. I need to taste her. To feel her desire coat my tongue. Beads of her nectar at her entrance betray her need. I swipe my tongue over her pink, swollen lips, then bury it inside her slit.

  “Oh, Sawyer!” She cries out to the ceiling and leans into my desperate mouth. I part her smooth lips and hold her tight against my face as I tease her clit with an assault from my mouth. I suck her sensitive nub, pulling it in just past my lips and mercilessly thrash my tongue over it. She tastes like a sweet summer pie of the freshest berries picked just as the sun ripened them to perfection.

  Her body writhes and trembles as her ecstasy builds with each swirl of my tongue. I control her pleasure with every measured lick and suck. Her orgasm is a gift I’ll give her before I take what’s mine. Before I possess her senses and own her little pussy with my thick cock.

  Ashley cries out as I bring her to the edge and her nectar floods between her lips. I lap it up, happy with my appetizer. My cock throbs against my zipper, loudly reminding me that I’m still hungry for my main meal.

  I stand up and Ashley collapses against my chest. “That was incredible,” she murmurs.

  “That was just the beginning,” I assure her, stripping my clothes off as she tries to regain her composure. Her eyes open wide as she watches me peel off the layers and abandon the fabric on the floor.

  She breathes in sharp, like she just opened the perfect Christmas gift. The one she’d been dreaming about all year, the one she never fully thought she’d get, no matter how good of a girl she was, when I expose my thick, glistening cock to her.

  “Are you on birth control?” My mind somehow manages to remember the responsibility, although, if she isn’t, I can’t promise it’ll make any difference for how this is going to go.

  “I am,” she never moves her eyes from my dick. Like, she’s afraid it’s too good to be true and if she blinks it will somehow disappear.

  “Touch it,” I demand, pulling her hand over to my shaft. Ashley looks unsure, but then her lips curve up into a sweet smile as she wraps her hand around me.

  “That’s right baby, I’m going to fuck you good. I’m going to take care of you,” I promise her.

  Ashley looks like she’s about to say something, but I don’t give her the opportunity, I clench into her hips firmly and spin her around so she’s flattened against the cabin wall. I step between her legs, forcing them open with my thigh and easily hold both of her wrists over her head with one of my meaty hands.

  “Tell me what you want,” I growl in her ear.

  “You,” she whispers, but that’s not good enough. I’m going to make her say it.

  “What do you want me to do to you, Ashley?” I grab the base of my cock in my hand and rub it over her soft pussy. She leans back against me and presses her ass into me.

  “I want your cock, Sawyer. I need you inside me,” she answers me like a good girl.

  I don’t keep the lady waiting. Sliding the tip of my cock against her soaking wet entrance, I plunge into her depths savoring her tight heat clenching down on me, adjusting to my thickness.

  “Awww,” she breathes and grinds her hips against me.

  I circle my hands around each of her thighs and spread them open wide as I bury myself inside her. Ashley’s arms and tits are laid flat against the wall, her face is pressed against the cabin boards as I hold her legs open and fuck her hard.

  Ashley presses her weight back against me, not that there’s much to it. It’s enough that she’s anchored herself, so I can fuck her deep and fast. I feel her tight walls trying to milk me dry, squeezing around me, desperate for my seed. My balls tighten up and my cock twitches as I slide inside her wet pussy, until my hips are flat against her plump ass and she’s filled with every inch of me.

  “That’s a good girl. Take it all, Ashley,” I praise her and get lost in the rhythm of pounding her pussy with abandon. Every thrust is tattooing my memory in her brain. Every time I claim her, own her, penetrate her with my thick cock, she cries out, driving me to the edge of my sanity.

  I can’t take it anymore, holding her thighs tight, I fuck her like I’m trying to drill her into these wooden walls. She clenches around me, bringing my orgasm crashing down and I fill her with spurts of my cum.

  For a moment, I hold her steady, she pants as she turns to face me with a half-cocked smile on her lips as her eyes are glazed over with bliss.

  “That was amazing,” she wobbles slightly and I grab her and steady her. I’ll be her pillar. Her strength. I’ll support her and never let her fall.

  “Let’s get you to bed,” I murmur. I’m not asking her. I easily slide my arm under her thighs and sweep her off the ground, carrying her to the bedroom. I’m not done with her yet. I won’t be done fucking her until the sun disappears and the moon takes its place. Until the snow melts into spring and the flowers bloom. Until the years blend together in a highlight reel of only our most amazing moments. And even then, I’ll want to fuck her more.

  But, for now, she needs her rest. I carry her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. Rest now. Fuck later.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Ashley

  I can’t move. Not a muscle. I don’t think I’ve blinked. The only thing I’m sure of is that my heart is still working because it’s threatening to beat out of my chest. My hair is a tangled mess and whatever was left of my makeup is surely smeared, but I don’t care. Not in the least. I roll over and smile into the pillow as I listen to Sawyer lightly snore next to me. I don’t know why he kissed me. I’m not sure what he was thinking, but I do know what I felt.

  It.

  That spark. That magic. That indescribable, intangible thing I always thought was made up to sell movies and romance novels. I’ve been kissed plenty of times. Ben used to kiss me every day. Look at me, already thinking of him the past tense. My heart sinks as I realize that I’m going to have to go back and deal with his bullshit. It’s almost enough to ruin my mood. To ruin my revelation.

  But it doesn’t. Nothing can take away this moment, this exact second in time when sharing myself with Sawyer sent a jolt of electricity through me and made the world behind my eyelids explode in a kaleidoscope of colors. Nothing could make me feel how I did before we had sex. It was like the blinders lifted to an entire world I’d only ever heard about and I was finally allowed to take a step inside. My entire body tingles as I try to make sense of all of this. Even my hair feels electrified, like the first time I rubbed a balloon against the wall to see if it would stick and it left my hair standing on end, clingin
g to it.

  Do I love him? Is that what this feeling is? The thought snaps my body from the cloudy warm world of wonder and into the moment.

  Don’t be ridiculous, I scold myself. You don’t know him. You’re just hungry and confused and locked up with this guy. This must be some kind of Stockholm syndrome or something.

  Except, I’m no prisoner. And Sawyer seems to be running from something in his life, but I don’t get the sense that it’s the law.

  I turn and look at him. His face is so peaceful, yet so manly. I realize this is the first time I’ve felt this way. I was so jaded before. Thinking love and attraction were close enough to the same thing. I can’t believe I was ever going to sell myself short like that.

  His eyelids open and he catches me staring at him in his sleep… again. God, how embarrassing.

  “Hey beautiful,” his voice is thick. “How long have I been out for?” He stretches and twists every muscle in his powerful arms.

  “Not too long,” I answer. The truth is, I’m not sure. Time has no meaning here. Minutes and hours don’t matter. Just survival and fun.

  I slide my arms over him and press my breasts against his hairy chest. A stain of dirt across my forearm catches my eye and I frown. Licking my hand, I try to rub the filth from my skin frantically.

  “Ok, that’s it,” Sawyer hops out of bed and my focus shifts to his swinging cock hanging like a pendulum between his legs.

  “What are you doing?” I watch as he leaves the room and begins putting on his clothes.

  “Stay here,” he demands, his voice sounding like his vocal chords have been rubbed with sandpaper.