Kept by the Woodsman: An ex-MMA Fighter Mountain Man Romance

by Ambrielle Kirk

“What is it?” His eyes narrowed with concern.

  “When we get back here, I’d like to tell you everything. How I found you? Why I came out here to talk to you? You can ask me anything you want about my past too.”

  My heart raced as I waited for him to respond.

  “Well, that’s generous, but I thought you were ready to get back to your hotel.”

  “I should, but I’m not quite done,” I told him.

  His eyes blazed through me with intense heat. His expression was wild, passionate and hungry. He wanted nothing more than to ravish me.

  “We’ll see how you feel when we get your car out,” he said, holding his hand out again. “Hop on.”

  I reluctantly climbed onto the back as he instructed. The seat vibrated and tickled between my legs when he started the engine. I wrapped my arms around his waist and felt his abs beneath his shirt.

  “Which way is your car?” he called out from behind his shoulder as he rode from the backyard to the front.

  “To the right.”

  He pounded the gear with his foot and our bodies jerked backward as he peeled out of the driveway and down the mountain. Judging by the reckless way he was maneuvering, I wondered if we would even make it to my car alive. I held tightly onto his body, knowing it was the only way I wouldn't be tossed from the vehicle. He smelled good. Like masculinity and the forest. I could get lost in this forever. For once in my life, I didn't miss being away from home. I didn't miss the city at all. If there was one thing I didn't regret about this trip, it was finding Saul.

  About fifteen minutes later, the ATV came to a grinding halt. He jumped off and then held out his hand to help me down. I grabbed the keys from the trunk box as Saul surveyed the damage.

  “Shit,” he whispered as his facial features drooped with disappointment. “You weren’t lying before.”

  The road had completely collapsed in on itself and was now just an enormous sinkhole of water, mud and black asphalt.

  “You thought I was lying?”

  He glanced at me but didn’t answer.

  "There's a dam not too far off from here, and then there's the river north of here," he said. "One of them must have flooded over. I'm just hoping Nally's crops aren't flooded out. It looks like it's headed right his way."

  “You mean the homestead?” I asked, worried for peoples’ lives.

  He nodded and ran his hand through his hair.

  “That would be bad.”

  “It’s not something they haven’t been through before. Most of us put sandbags up if forecasters predict a certain amount of rain. I’m sure Nally was prepared, but still…man,” he breathed, shaking his head.

  “What are we going to do now? Do you think you can get my car out?”

  “I’m going to try,” he stated. “Do you have the keys?”

  “Uh…yeah.” I pulled the keys from my back pocket and plucked them into his extended palm.

  He jogged over to the car and tried to get it started, but after several unsuccessful attempts, he gave up. I watched as he labored over the hood of the engine, flexing his toned muscles and driving me wild with arousal. I admired his chiseled body and did my best not to ogle at him, but he was too distracted. I stared to my heart's content. He continued to fuss over the stubborn engine. Every so often, he’d groan in frustration.

  “Doesn’t look promising,” I mumbled, dropping my hands from my hips. “I’m just going to grab my camera bag from out of there while you’re at it.”

  Saul looked up from his work. “Camera?”

  “Yeah. For pictures.”

  “Woman, if you think you’re going to be snapping candid pics of me, you’re most sadly mistaken.”

  “I’m not,” I replied, looking down at the ground.

  He grunted in reply.

  After another ten minutes or so of him going back and forth between the ignition and the hood, fat raindrops began to fall from the sky and plopped onto my arms. I glanced over at Saul to see if he noticed the fluctuating weather. The faint sound of thunder crashing could be heard from the distance.

  “Looks like you blew the engine or something. I see a repair bill in your future.”

  I shrugged. “It’s a rental. I took a plane here.”

  “Oh, did you now? From your city?”

  “I did. I was going to call the rental company last night and explain, but I fell asleep.”

  “Is it a local rental company?” Saul asked.

  “Yep. Privately owned. They’re right in town. Should I call them and break the news or hope we can at least get it started somehow?”

  “Nah, just explain to them what happened. Cars get bogged out here all the time. I know some guys who can probably get her started and get her back down the mountain. I doubt they’re coming out in this weather though. I can round them up, but it might be tomorrow around this time before they’ll budge.”

  I nibbled my bottom lip and assessed the situation. The engine hadn’t turned, the back tire was deep in the mud, and it looked like the bottom of the sky was about give way at any moment.

  Saul wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm. He slammed the car hood shut and trudged back over to me. Beads of sweat rolled down his muscular arms as he placed them on his hips.

  “Hmmm, I’m just not having the best luck out here, am I? Lost keys, bad weather, and now I’m stuck in the mountains,” I exclaimed.

  "Sometimes you just get what you ask for." He slammed the hood shut, grabbed a towel he had taken from the trunk box earlier, and wiped his hands off with it. He looked so roguishly handsome with car grease smears smudge all over his arms.

  “Well, I certainly didn’t ask for a sexy mountain man who claims to have a nine-inch dick that'll make me scream, but here you are," I blurted out before I could stop myself. I blushed hotly in morbid embarrassment. "Soooo, there’s that,” I added.

  Saul closed the distance quickly, crushing his lips to mine in the heat of the moment. He had his big fingers wrapped around the small of my waist and my body was fitted against his. It felt like an inferno between us even with the soft pellets coming down on us. He kept coming forward, taunting me backward until my spine was pressed hard up against the driver’s side door.

  His lips were intoxicating, rough, and thorough all at the same time. I parted my lips, meeting his tongue as we deepened the kiss. When his hand slid up between my wet shirt to flirt with the lacy edges of my bra, I swooned, giving myself to him completely. He cupped my breasts with his big, meaty hand, scraping his thumb across my silk covered nipple. I moaned against his mouth. I could have sworn his name slipped past my lips. His hot erection pushed against my belly, reminding me of how much I wanted him inside me. Hard and fast, pounding me into oblivion.

  “Damn, sweetheart,” he groaned against me. “I am dying to fuck you.”

  “I want you to show me how…” I muttered against his lips between kisses. “Show me how a mountain man takes a woman.”

  He growled, cupped my ass and lifted me upward. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked over to the ATV and then dropped me on the seat of his bike. My camera bag slipped off my arm and fell to the dirt. We paid it no mind.

  Leaning downward, Saul lifted my chin and rained kisses all over my neck and chest. My thighs were still wound tightly around him, and his thick bulge became noticeably harder.

  “But…” I mumbled between kisses. “Won’t someone…see?”

  “Don’t worry. No one’s out here. And even if they were, I’d still want to fuck you.”

  Saul’s hand came down between us, pulling the seat of my shorts and panties aside. I gasped when he dragged a thick digit against my clit and then down into my slit.

  “You wore this sexy ass shorts just for me, didn’t you? When you spread your legs like that, I can see your pretty pussy lips. Damn, sweetheart…look at you. I could fuck you right now.”

  “Ahhhhh." It was all I could manage as he slid his finger between the folds of my sex.
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br />   “You like that, don’t you?” he asked. “You were just begging for a mountain man to spread these creamy thighs and play with your pussy.”

  I nodded, sliding my ass to the edge of his seat to make his fingers go deeper. I wished there wasn’t a barrier between us. I rocked my sex against his finger, feeling my orgasm build inside me.

  “Dirty girl.” He moaned. “You want to come here and now. Out here in my woods. On my mountain.”

  “Oh God yes,” I purred, rocking my hips forward.

  “Tell me what you like so I can give you what you need.”

  “Keeping touch me. There. Please,” I moaned, locking my fingers together around the back of his neck and spreading my legs further to let his fingers sink deeper inside. “Oh God, Saul. That feels so good.”

  “That’s right. Open this tight little pussy for me,” he moaned. “So nice of you to come to my woods and bring all this sweet honey to me. Guess what, sweetheart? I’m gonna eat this cunt and lick this swollen little clit until you’re soaking wet. Wouldn’t you like that? Wouldn’t you like my tongue in your pussy while you come for me?”

  “Yes.” My sex clenched around his fingers. I hadn’t even realized that it was raining. The water was beginning to drench us. My pussy was just as wet and slippery as my skin, if not more.

  He thrust two fingers inside of me and worked my g-spot. I lifted my face to the sky, closed my eyes, and rocked my hips against him.

  “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he groaned. “Come for me, Tyra, before the rains come down. Let me see this creamy little cunt squirt.”

  With two fingers deep in my pussy and a thumb on my clit, he brought me to the edge and all the way over it. I broke out into a breathy moan and then screamed when the full force hit me. When I was still shaking on top of the seat and my legs trembling, Saul brought his fingers between his lips and licked them clean.

  “Just as I thought. Sweeter than honey. Swing your leg over the seat. You’re going back home with me.”

  Still high off the remnants of my orgasm, I picked up my camera bag from the ground, tossed it into the small trunk box on top of my purse, and did as he instructed.

  He jumped on the bike and then looked behind at me. “Last chance. Once I fuck you, you’re mine. You can forget about leaving my mountains,” he told me.

  I got on and wrapped my arms around his waist. That was all the answer he needed. He slammed on the gas and pulled off.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Tyra

  Saul drove faster this time. Like a bat out of hell. It was probably intentional. He planned to live up to his promise. I wanted him too.

  I didn’t know how much longer I could wait. My pussy was still throbbing from the orgasm he gave me out in the woods, and the fact that my sex was throttled over a vibrating ATV seat didn’t help.

  I told myself that whatever happened on this mountain was going to stay on this mountain. I wasn’t going to deny my body what it so obviously wanted. And I wanted Saul.

  No one was watching. No one was judging. My greediness persuaded me to press my breasts against his solid back and let my hand drift down his torso to stroke his cock. His length hardened and pushed against his fly. At one point when I thought he would slide off the main trail from me distracting him, I released his cock from my grip, but he grabbed my hand and placed it back there.

  Saul came to a screeching halt in the front yard and scooped me up. On instinct, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  Between hungry, demanding kisses, he carried me up the steps and across the porch. He jostled his keys in the lock, kicked the door open, whisked us inside, and then slammed the door shut with the heel of his boots.

  He thrust me up against the inside wall of his cabin and buried his face against my neck.

  “I told you, sweetheart,” he moaned against my skin. “I told you nothing would stop me from taking this sweet pussy if you came back.”

  “I would’ve come back anyway,” I panted. “I want this. I wanted you.”

  “You know there’s no going back after this, right? I can’t let you go.”

  “You say that now…” I whispered. He wanted sex just as much as I did. We were both needy with desire.

  “I mean it,” he said. “There hasn’t been anyone for me in a long time. I’ve never met a woman as irresistible as you.”

  “It’s been a long time for me too,” I told him. What I didn’t tell him was that I’d only had sex once in my lifetime.

  “I can tell. This cunt is tight. I’m going to take you raw. I want nothing between us,” he hissed.

  “Yes…take me any way you like.”

  He cupped my ass and hauled me toward his bedroom, then crawled onto the bed with my legs still wrapped around him. My head fell on soft pillows that smelled of nothing but Saul and his masculinity.

  Our gazes met for a moment, and I saw a mixture of desire and adoration. No one had ever looked at me like that. "I…I have to tell you something."

  “What is it?” He kissed the hollow of my neck.

  “It’s about me. My past…” I bit my lips. “I want you to know why I came here.”

  “You wanted my story, so you snooped and pried. I get it. But now you’re here and you belong to me. Nothing changes what I feel here now.”

  He pressed his lips to mine before I could utter another word. His lips on me and his body pinning me to the bed made me forget about everything I was worried about. I’d have no regrets about being with Saul—this much was true.

  He lifted himself up long enough to yank his shirt over his head and toss it on the floor.

  “Nothing between us…” he commanded, grabbing my top and pulling it off. He stood at the foot of the bed and said, “Take off those shorts.”

  I did as he demanded, unbuttoning the fly and then wiggling them down my legs until I was down to nothing but my bra and panties.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, covering me again with his body.

  He took my mouth again, pushing his tongue against mine. His fingers slid up my back. He unclipped my bra. He tore the lace garment away from my breasts, exposing me. I gasped the moment his lips made contact with my throat. He trailed downward with light nips until he reached my chest.

  He stopped kissing me to gaze down at me as he used his hand to play with my nipples, rolling them gently around between his fingers until they were round and taut.

  On a moan, he dipped his head and captured a nipple in his mouth. My hips rose off the bed as jolts of pressure shot straight through my core. He tortured me over and over again with his lips and tongue. I tried to press my lips together to keep from crying out, but I could barely contain myself.

  He descended lower, leaving no part of my body untouched, kissing every inch of me. Grabbing the waistband of my panties, he pulled them all the way down right at about mid-thigh, kissing my legs as he went. With my panties still on, he spread my legs wide and pushed them back.

  “This pussy looks delicious. Just as I thought.” He moaned against the inside of my thighs. “Look at how wet you are.”

  I cried out when he pushed his finger inside me without warning. He slid his tongue through my slit, lapping at the honey that had already collected there. Spreading my lips, he swirled his tongue around my clit and then sucked on it until I was rendered speechless.

  I was in ecstasy. As I looked down between my legs at his mouth going to work on my pussy, it felt like I was falling into the deep end. His shoulders were strong, and he pressed them against the back of my thighs so that I was spread wide for him. He drove his tongue deep inside me with an unrelenting rhythm.

  “Oh…” My legs trembled. My toes curled. I grabbed his hair, held on for dare life as my climax rippled through me.

  My clit was still in his mouth when the last remnants of my climax rolled through me. He lapped up every bit of my essence, taking long, lazy licks of my pussy from the bottom and back up to my clit.

  “You’
re sweeter than cotton candy,” he moaned, kissing my swollen lips.

  He pressed a finger inside of me, curling his finger up against my g-spot. When he began thrusting in and out of me, I realized that this was far from over.

  “Come for me again, sweetheart. Let me see you come on my fingers.”

  “Saul…oh, God!”

  “This is what you like. Fingers playing with this pussy and bringing you to edge. Is this what it feels like when you put that little sex toy on your clit?”

  “B-better. This feels so much…better.”

  “Dirty girl, the best is yet to come,” he said, just before flicking his tongue back and forth over my clit.

  This time I grasped the sheets as my pleasure rolled in from multiple sources. He stimulated my g-spot and clit right through a mind-blowing orgasm that had my sex clenching tightly around his fingers.

  “Now that pussy is ready for me.” He pushed his pants and boxer briefs down all at the same time.

  The monster cock that popped out at stiff attention sent a jolt of electricity straight to my pussy. My sex clenched, eager for him to sink his length deep inside me.

  “What’s the matter? Did you think I was lying?”

  I swallowed. “No,” I lied. Fuck. Me. I had honestly never seen a cock so big and long. So perfect. Even his balls were swollen and enormous.

  As he lowered himself on the bed again, crawling over me like a predator about to pounce on his prey, his thick shaft bobbed and bounced.

  “Jesus Christ,” I muttered, licking my lips.

  “Don’t worry. We’re going to give this a test run.” He grinned.

  Before I could fully interpret his statement, he brought the head of his cock toward my mouth. I couldn’t resist parting my lips and sucking the head inside. His pre-cum tasted sweet and salty, just like the caramel in my iced flavored coffee. I licked him like a treat, letting my tongue glide over every curve and raised vein.

  “Ahhhh, your mouth is heaven,” he groaned. “Just like that, sweetheart. Suck my cock.”

  I was surprised at how much of him fit in my mouth. He was ginormous and heavy against my tongue.