M?ns Elemander had A Plan. A researched and well-thought-out one, devised to help him avoid getting lost while foraging for mushrooms in an unfamiliar forest. But his cell phone battery didn’t get the memo, died unexpectedly, and thwarted The Plan, leaving M?ns with a basket full of mushrooms, but no idea where to go. Until the sounds of someone chopping wood reaches him.<br><br>M?ns follows the sound and finds a quaint cabin ... and its owner, Viggo Moberg. Viggo is kind, understanding of the situation, and willing to help. He’s also smoking hot and their connection is instant, threatening to ignite and burn down the woods. Will the sparks burn fast and fizzle out, or will the attraction grow roots, just like the trees in the forest?

They Met in the Woods

He sucks my earlobe, dances over my cock yet again, and whispers, “Good. Hold that thought.”


Before I have time to finish my thought, his hands are gone from my body, footsteps are walking away from the couch, and I open my eyes.


“What just happened?” I ask the ceiling.


“Dinner is ready,” Viggo singsongs.


“Dinner is ready?” My brain isn’t working properly yet.


“Food is good. Food is necessary if we’re going to be fucking all night.”


That has me scrambling off the couch. Too quickly, so my knees hit the floor, but that doesn’t let that stop me from moving forward, resulting in some awkward knee-walking-stumbling until I’m back on my feet. I cross the floor and plaster myself to Viggo’s back, where he stands by the counter, slicing bread.


I slide my arm around his waist, press my aching dick against his ass, and lean my forehead against his neck. “You’re a cruel, cruel man.”


Chapter 16