I took a step closer to Angela and kneeled before her. I gripped her ass, cupping them in my hands, and buried my face in her pussy. Nothing serious, I told myself.
She was a fucking virgin. Knowing that no man had been inside her made me want to fuck her hard, coat her walls with my seed, stake my claim so that any other man who came close to her would know she belonged to me.
“Viktor,” Angela gasped, grabbing my hair and moaning as I licked her pussy.
The orgasm was sudden and intense, and she collapsed on the bed, writhing and moaning, her legs pulled up. It wouldn’t take any effort at all for me to push my cock into her opening. Her pussy glistened with her juices, her mound swollen, a flush over her breasts indicating she was ripe for me, ready for me to take her.
But I refrained. She deserved a slow pace. Her first time had to be right. Once we had that out of the way, I would do it the way I wanted to. I would fuck her like an animal. Hard and fast, with her panting and moaning and begging for more.
After getting dressed – it took a hell of a lot of self-control to not ask her to stay naked all day – Angela and I drank coffee and ate. We sat in the kitchen at the small table, drinking and eating as if nothing had happened between us. As if I didn’t want to reach over and devour her.
There were things to take care of, though.
Angela and I trekked through the forest to Axel’s place. It was quite a walk, and Angela was out of breath quickly. I offered to take a break, but she shook her head.
“I’ll rest when we get there.”
I nodded. Her determination shone through every now and then, and it only made her more attractive than she already was. She was silk over steel, a beautiful woman, with soft curves and a gentle way about her. But she was hard as nails under that.
Would a woman like Angela be able to deal with the demons from my past?
Nyet, I told myself. I didn’t deserve someone like her. She didn’t deserve scum like me. I wasn’t going to think about it. What she could deal with didn’t matter. I wouldn’t do that to her.
Finally, we arrived at Axel’s cabin. I hadn’t thought about the fact that I would have to introduce them, which felt a little like adding to a circle of friends I didn’t want. When we climbed out of the truck, Axel smiled a welcome.
“Hello, and thanks for coming,” he said, shaking my hand. He turned to Angela and held out his hand. “Hey, I’m Axel.”
She smiled as she shook his hand. “Angela.”
“You know, we might be a few minutes out here. You’d probably be more comfortable inside,” Axel told her, smiling.
I didn’t like the idea of her getting cozy in his cabin, but I did agree with him that she would be better off inside. I turned to tell her to go in, but she beat me to it.
“I would much rather be inside, thanks,” she said, a little shiver passing through her body. “It’s still a bit chilly.”
“Mountain living,” Axel commented cheerily. “There’s a fire inside. Make yourself at home.”
She smiled at him, then at me, and said thanks again before heading in. I stared after her, enjoying the way she looked in the new clothes she’d picked out in town. She was gorgeous, head to toe, and when I finally moved my eyes off her, I caught Axel looking at me, grinning.
“What?” I growled.
“Just a little amazed, that’s all,” he commented, chuckling.
“Show me your tractor,” I grumbled, choosing not to address what was clearly none of his damned business.
We walked to the shed Axel had built himself. He had some equipment up here, an operation a little more advanced than what I had. But he’d been there a little longer. Axel was also a woodworker, doing projects for people now and then. He actually seemed to enjoy being around people some, unlike me.
“So, where did she come from?” Axel asked when I popped the tractor’s hood and studied the archaic engine. I still didn’t know where the hell he’d found this piece of shit.
“She was stuck in a mudslide.”
Axel chuckled. “Just like that?”
I glanced up at him, my face an intentional scowl.
“Okay, okay,” Axel said, catching the silent warning. “She’s a hottie, though.”
I glared at him. “Yeah, and she’s off-limits.”
“Calm your tits, big boy,” Axel joked, laughing and slapping me on the back like a pal would. “I’m just saying. I have no interest in your woman.”
The phrase pulled me up short. Angela wasn’t my woman. But I sure as shit wanted her to be. I wanted her to stay with me. In the cabin. Not just because she was so fucking hot. I actually liked having her around.
We tinkered with the ancient tractor’s engine, exchanging ideas about what might be wrong as well as several colorful phrases about the piece of shit. Silence fell when I climbed up on a tire to look at a different angle, and when it ended, Axel was putting himself in my business. Exactly where I didn’t want him.
“If you want my advice,” Axel said, as if I gave a shit about his advice at all, “you should woo her a little.”
I dropped to the ground and lifted an eyebrow. “What?”
He laughed, shaking his head. “You look confused. You might have the rugged thing going for you, but girls like to be pampered. Take her out on a date or something. You know, something special.”
I grunted. A date? That meant we would have to go to town. Where there were people. But maybe Axel had a point. Angela deserved the best. And all I could offer was sex and a rustic cabin. Fucking good sex. But women wanted more, needed more, than amazing sex.
I hated to admit it, but Axel was right. I had to charm her, pamper her, play the right cards to stay in this game. Which meant I would have to deal the cards again, would have to figure out how to keep my location and my identity quiet while wooing this woman. But I could figure that out if I was careful.
I also needed to understand why the hell I felt this way about Angela. I picked up a doll in a mudslide and suddenly my whole life was fucked because I couldn’t get her off my mind.
For three years, I’d been fine. And now a pair of green eyes and perfect tits scrambled my mind until I couldn’t think about anything other than what it would feel like to wake up to her every morning for the foreseeable future. Of course, after so long, I needed a release.
It was way more than that, though. And that was a problem. A real fucking problem. If Angela found out what kind of man I used to be, she would run away as fast as her legs could carry her and would never look back.
And I wouldn’t blame her.
Angela
I wandered around Axel’s cabin, which I had to admit was much nicer than Viktor’s. He’d obviously been there longer, had even decorated some. His cabin had more amenities, like a working stove and refrigerator. The sofa and love seat looked comfortable, though I didn’t see a television or computer anywhere. He had some books stacked on a table, and as I reached for one, I heard a loud banging noise. I glanced out the window, which had blinds rather than curtains, and watched the two men from the comfort of a warm home.
Viktor and Axel seemed comfortable around each other, falling into stride as if they did this often. Although I knew for a fact that wasn’t the case. Viktor wasn’t the type of guy to socialize.