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  Trapped with the Woodsman

  Woodsman Series Book 3

  M. S. Parker

  Belmonte Publishing, LLC

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2018 Belmonte Publishing LLC

  Published by Belmonte Publishing LLC

  Contents

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  Woodsman Series

  1. Lexi

  2. Roman

  3. Lexi

  4. Roman

  5. Lexi

  6. Roman

  7. Lexi

  8. Roman

  9. Lexi

  10. Roman

  11. Lexi

  12. Roman

  13. Lexi

  14. Roman

  15. Lexi

  16. Lexi

  17. Roman

  18. Lexi

  19. Lexi

  20. Roman

  21. Lexi

  22. Roman

  23. Lexi

  24. Roman

  25. Lexi

  26. Roman

  27. Lexi

  28. Lexi

  29. Roman

  30. Lexi

  31. Roman

  32. Lexi

  33. Roman

  34. Lexi

  35. Lexi

  Also by M. S. Parker

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

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  Woodsman Series

  Thank you so much for reading Trapped with the Woodsman, a stand-alone book in my Woodsman series.

  If you’d like to read them all, you should read them in the following order as some characters appear in all books:

  1. Rescued by the Woodsman

  2. Unbreak the Woodsman

  3. Trapped with the Woodsman

  One

  Lexi

  Through the open window, the sound of the rain – and the scent of it – drifted into my room.

  Cool air danced across my overheated flesh as hungry fingers slid between my thighs. I closed my eyes at the sensation, biting my lip as I realized how wet I was, how hungry.

  How empty.

  A shiver broke out over my entire body as expert fingers caressed me, pushing inside my cunt before slowly withdrawing and starting the whole process all over again.

  But it wasn’t enough.

  Rolling onto my belly, I wiggled around, and soon, a thick, heavy cock filled me.

  I moved against it, riding the hard ridge as I closed my eyes and worked myself closer to climax. Face pressed into the pillow, I moved harder, faster.

  “That’s it…” A low groan filled the air. “Harder. Faster.”

  I moved furiously as the low, tugging warmth hit my belly, an echo of the orgasm that raced ever closer to me.

  A crack of thunder punched through the air just outside my window, followed by a flash of lightning that lit my room. I turned my head at the last second, catching just the vaguest glimpse in the mirror’s reflection. I could just barely make out what was happening on the bed. I saw me, on my knees, ass up in the air.

  Then it was dark again, and my lashes once more fluttered shut.

  The wet, frenzied sounds of the cock driving into me were suddenly drowned out by the sound of rain as the skies opened up and released a downpour that made the rain from moments ago seem non-existent. The primal feel of the storm filled the room, an echo of the need burning in me.

  My knees shook as I became more frenzied, desperate to climax.

  My nipples were hard, aching points, and I shifted again, this time lying on my back, thighs splayed wide as the cock hammered into me. With my free hand, I toyed with one nipple then the other.

  There was another rough, hungry groan, and I opened my eyes wide, staring upward as another crack of thunder was followed by the white-hot flicker of lightning.

  I slid my hand down my stomach until I was stroking my clitoris. With a hungry moan, I rocked my hips upward, driving the cock deeper into me while strumming my fingers over my clit.

  Sweat slicked over skin gone flushed with urgency.

  My fingers moved quicker, almost frantic now, and I cried out, shoving upward with my lower body as the cock drilled into me.

  The sounds of sex and need filled the air, flooding my senses.

  The scent of rain and musky arousal perfumed the air.

  My belly went hot and tight as I chased my orgasm.

  Then I was coming, and that low, hungry moan echoed around me once more.

  Outside, another crack of thunder tore through the torrential night skies, and I turned my head, seeking out the window this time rather than the mirror that hung on my closet door.

  Nothing cleared a self-induced, post-coital glow like acknowledging the fact that it had, indeed, been self-induced. I preferred to pretend that some sexy piece of man-art had brought me to orgasm.

  Of course, that hadn’t happened in so many years, I was surprised I hadn’t forgotten what sex is.

  Thirty minutes later, I sat curled up in an armchair in my living room, the gas fireplace I’d bought for the place giving off a comfortably warm glow. It wasn’t anywhere near as good as a real fireplace, but it was good enough for me.

  For now, at least.

  A book sat open in my lap, and I stared out the night-dark windows as rain continued to pour down.

  I lived in Estes Park, where we’d been going through a dry spell. This thunderstorm was unusual this time of year, but the weather hadn’t exactly been normal around here for a while. Not as much snow fell, and now we were in the middle of a spring thunderstorm that had been going on for over an hour.

  It would make work fun tomorrow.

  There were almost always those who didn’t pay attention to the warnings or use their common sense while visiting the Rocky Mountain National Park. As a park ranger, it was my job to see to their safety.

  If I was smart, I’d be in bed already, resting up for the day to come. Instead, I held a high-ball glass with two fingers of whiskey and a book by one of my favorite authors in my lap.

  Dragging my attention away from the storm’s display, I focused on the book and soon fell into the story.

  Nearly an hour later, my whiskey was gone, and my eyes were gritty with fatigue. I was also wishing I’d held off on my earlier masturbation party until I was done reading for the night.

  The author was one known for the exploits that her various couples engaged in, and I might have kept on reading, except it was getting harder to keep my eyes open.

  I left the book on the table and rose, moving into the kitchen. It was a large area with windows that faced out over a view of the Rockies. I loved spending the day in here cooking or baking, but I rarely indulged. I had the only mouth that needed to be fed in my home, and I could only eat so many cookies before I felt guilty and forced myself to run an extra mile the next morning.

  At the large double-sided sink, I rinsed out the glass, then filled it again, drinking a bit of water before rinsing the glass out once more. After placing it in the drying rack, I padded through the empty house, back to my bedroom.

  The sheets and comforter were mussed from my earlier exploits, and I went about tidying up the bed. I could never sleep unless the bed was neatly made when I slid in under the sheets.

  Once that task was done, I moved over to the window and stared outside
. Thanks to the overhang provided by the back porch, I didn’t have to worry about water getting inside during the storm, and I breathed in the chilly air. If it wasn’t for the warm front that was moving through, we’d probably be caught up in a snowstorm. The weather forecast hadn’t entirely ruled it out, either. Although tomorrow was supposed to be almost mild, they were calling for more precipitation and colder weather that would move in tomorrow night.

  Thunder rumbled almost constantly overhead, and the lightning continually lit up the sky.

  After watching the tumultuous display for a few more minutes, I pulled the window pane down until it was open only an inch.

  In the bathroom, I combed my hair and brushed my teeth, then slipped out of the lounge pants I’d pulled on after my shower. Clad in a tank and panties, I climbed into bed, my mind already hazed and cloudy.

  Sleep didn’t come as easily as I would have thought, though. A fine tension seemed to hum inside me, one that hadn’t been completely relieved by my earlier self-play session.

  It had been entirely too long since I’d been with a man. Idly, I thought about swinging by one of the bars in town and trying to find somebody to hook up with, but even as I considered it, I brushed the idea off. Tourist season hadn’t really started, and I had no desire to try to find one of the locals.

  There wasn’t a shortage of decent-looking guys in the small town, but I just wasn’t all that keen to hook up with somebody who lived here full time. It was too…complicated.

  I very much preferred to limit the complications in my life.

  I made the decision back in college that my career would come before anything else in life, especially with something as messy as a relationship. After growing up in a home where my mother only barely tolerated me, I wasn’t all that sure I was cut out for anything beyond the physical anyway.

  Two

  Roman

  Smooth, full lips slid down my chest.

  I closed my eyes, curving my hand around the back of her neck. As she slid lower, she freed the button of my jeans, then dragged the zipper down, never once taking her mouth from my skin.

  I groaned as she took me into her mouth, sucking on me until I hit the back of her throat. Fisting my hand in her hair, I dragged her back until just the head of my cock was between her lips, then I urged her back down. Once more, she all but swallowed my cock.

  Sweat beaded along my skin as I began to rock up against her mouth, urging her to take me harder and faster.

  Her nails raked down my thighs, then moved between my legs to cup my balls in her palm. She pulled away, then lowered her mouth until she could scrape her teeth along the sensitive skin of my sac.

  Somewhere off in the distance, my phone rang.

  The fantasy shattered around me, just like that.

  But my cock was still hard and aching, so ignoring the phone, I once more began stroking myself, my hand pumping up and down with quick, rough movements.

  The phone rang again, but I only dimly heard it, focused on the rhythmic pulls of my hand.

  Gritting my teeth together, I arched my back.

  The orgasm rushed closer, and with a long growl I climaxed; my cum splattering across my belly, trickling down as I continued to fist my cock.

  Finally, after one last pump, I let go of my dick. My hand fell to my belly, slick with semen.

  For a few more minutes, I lay there, taking a reprieve from the constant noise that almost always battered my mind. Rarely were my thoughts this quiet, and I breathed out a slow, relaxed breath.

  I’d been into town earlier and bumped into a woman I’d known for years. We talked for a few minutes, and she ended the conversation with a stroke of her finger across my jaw, the tip brushing along the scar that started at my right ear and ran down vertically along the side of my neck. That scar, along with several others, was among the lingering marks of my years spent in the army. Most of them had all been received in one night.

  As Marina smiled up at me, her eyes had gone dark. “Look me up any time you’re feeling…lonely,” she’d said.

  Although I had little interest in Marina – even sexually – it had been a long time since I’d been between a woman’s thighs, and that smug little smile of hers had given me ideas.

  It had given me a hard-on.

  I hadn’t taken her up on the offer, but my libido woke up with a vengeance.

  Outside the house, I could hear thunder rumble ominously overhead.

  I slid from the bed and moved into the shower, washing up quickly before heading into the kitchen to make some coffee. While it brewed, I checked my messages.

  I scowled as a woman’s unfamiliar voice came over the line. Near the end, she added, almost as an afterthought, “It’s Marina…It was nice talking to you earlier. Give me a call if you want to…talk a little more.”

  I hadn’t needed the long, drawn-out paused to understand where she was getting. She had no desire to talk.

  I had no desire to get tangled up with her. I deleted the message, wondering how she’d gotten my number.

  There were four other messages, and I listened to them all before deleting them off the machine. That done, I poured myself a cup of coffee and went out on the back porch.

  I lived in Lyons, Colorado in the house my parents had designed, and my father, with some help, had built the year before my birth. The house was a testament to his skill: craftsmanship showing in every line of the home, from the sparkling windows that went nearly from the ceiling to the floor in the living room to the lavish bath he’d built for my mother for their twentieth anniversary.

  Their bedroom had sat empty for years.

  The wreck that had killed them had altered the course of my life, and while I took care to keep everything clean and dust-free, I had no desire to live in that room.

  My bedroom was the same one I’d used as a kid, and it had a wide window that faced out over the national park. There was also a door that opened onto the second-story balcony where I’d spent many a night doing homework at the wooden picnic bench that bisected the small space.

  That balcony provided shelter from the rain from where I stood on the back porch, eyes on the skies as they were split apart by lightning.

  The storm tugged at ugly memories, and I shoved them down, burying them before they had a chance to fully manifest. I’d spent most of the past night tossing and turning, sleeping only in snatches that were haunted by nightmares.

  I wasn’t going to court those nightmares a second night in a row. At least, not if I could help it.

  Because I had so much trouble sleeping these days, I’d switched over to drinking decaf in the evenings and afternoons. I hadn’t noticed much of a difference in my ability to sleep, even with cutting the caffeine out. Logically, I knew the reasons behind my lack of sleep, but it was just one more thing I didn’t let myself acknowledge.

  There was no point.

  Either I’d sleep, or I wouldn’t.

  I’d gone days on just a couple of hours of sleep back when I was still in the service. It wouldn’t kill me to go a day or two with only a couple hours of sleep a night.

  The ringing of my phone drew my attention back to the house, and I headed inside, hoping it wasn’t Marina. It was one of those nights, and I just might be tempted to give in.

  But the number on the screen was a familiar one.

  Picking up the phone, I answered, “Hello.”

  “Hey, it’s me, honey.”

  “Hi, Cass.” I put the coffee down and pinched the bridge of my nose. “How is your trip going?”

  “Oh, it’s fine. I wanted to let you know I’d be in sometime tomorrow, later in the evening, I’m afraid. But if it’s not too late, maybe we can grab dinner tomorrow night.”

  “Yeah. Sure. That sounds good.”

  From the other end of the line, I heard a huge yawn, followed by a dry laugh. “Needless to say, I haven’t slept much while I was gone.”

  “Sounds normal for you, Cass.”

  She made
a noise of agreement, then said, “I’m going to turn in soon. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? I love you.”

  “Yeah, you too.”

  I disconnected the call and put the phone back in the cradle as the tension I’d been trying to fight off rose inside me once more.

  Three

  Lexi

  Morning dawned bright and clear, the blue bowl of the sky framing the tall spires of evergreens that thrust proudly upward. I was due to work the park until nine, so I didn’t have to go in until eleven, and I was enjoying my coffee out on the back deck, staring up at the mountains. The temperature had dropped since last night, and I’d already checked the weather. This might be the last nice morning for the next few days.

  As the forecast had anticipated, clouds were moving in, and they were calling for snow to start sometime this evening.

  My phone buzzed, letting me know I had a message.

  I grinned when I saw who it was from, my cousin and one of my best friends, Breanna Parrino. It had been a few weeks since we’d been able to get together, and we’d been texting back and forth, trying to plan out a camping trip once the weather was a little nicer.

  Okay, can you manage to get off for a few days in May?