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Love in the Bush

By: kaiyandom



1

Anya couldn't stop looking. The view was gorgeous. Snow-capped mountains, beautiful thick forest and a setting sun stretched across the sky. As far as her eyes could see. She couldn't believe she was finally there. She was finally in Alaska.

Anya was one of many that found their selves gawking at the same sight. They were all crowded on the top level of the ferry ship. She could hear the gasps around her, mirroring how she felt. The view was breath taking. It was almost worth the three weeks that it took her to get across the country to Washington State or the three days that she had spent on the godforsaken ferry ship. 

There weren't any rooms available when she booked the ferry and they would not let her stay in her R.V., so she had to stay on the top side with a tent. She made the best of it, but it was quite cold and she was ready to get off and back into her R.V.

It was a pretty small and old R.V. that she had found on Craiglist for several thousand dollars. It was an eighties model Dolphin, but it had been well maintained and only had a little over fifty thousand miles. She was actually quite lucky to have found it. 

At thirty, Anya was newly divorced and this was her way of starting over. It also was a way to find herself again. She had been married since she was eighteen and newly moved to Louisiana. She was a dutiful wife for the next eleven years to a man who in reality didn't appreciate it. She had just had enough. The last straw was finding out that he had a vasectomy a few years after they got married.

All of her dreams were crushed in that moment. She had been wanting, craving a child for over five years and she was starting to wonder what was wrong with her. She went to doctors and did all kinds of test, but nothing came through. She finally pushed and pleaded for her husband Mike to get checked out and he did not confess to the surgery until they were at the parking lot of the doctor's office. 

The following few months were a blur of arguments, hurt feelings and then lawyers. After a few depositions and mediation, Anya was over the whole situation. She kept the money in her personal savings account, which was a little over ten thousand dollars and she let him have the rest. She didn't want the house or cars. She didn't want anything to remind her of him. 

So now here she was, on a ferry boat four thousand miles away in Alaska. It was a whole lot different than Louisiana. It was like a whole new world up there. The cold was a bit more pronounced. She knew it would be cold, but she was not prepared for the cold chill that was paired with a freezing cold rain. The rain got into your bones, making you cold from the inside out. She was shaking hard but she could not bring herself to pull away from the sunset. She was bummed to be getting to Ketchikan in the dark, but watching the sunset as they arrived was almost worth the hassle.

It was another hour or two before she was driving off the boat. She found a good spot in town to park and saw there was a Walmart up the road. Exhausted and freezing, she cranked the heater up and started getting ready for bed. She finally turned the engine off and slipped in between the sheets. She was asleep moments after her head hit the pillow. She dreamed of great adventures that night.

The next morning was colder than the night. Anya needed to find some propane. She was upset that she let it slip her mind. She had several small bottles, but after last night, she realized that she was going to need more than she had if she was going to even attempt to do this winter. She planned on staying in the state park until she found some land, so she would need some fuel.

Anya bought a newspaper and went back to her trailer to get some coffee made. She really didn't like the taste of it, but the smell seemed to help her wake up. When it was finally done, she scooped in several spoonful of hot cocoa to mask the coffee taste. She looked out her window in the Walmart parking lot. The sun had risen in the background, even here, the views were breath taking. 

The paper had a few cheap acreage plots out in the middle of nowhere that were in her price range. One even had a small 500 square foot cabin that would make it so much easier. Although she wanted to live in the bush, building sound structures was not her specialty. 

Anya picked up all the morning supplies strewn around and made her bed. It was one of her pet peeves, so it had to be done. Even though no one else would see the bed, she had to make it every day. She took a quick sponge bath in the little shower and brushed her teeth while she was in there. She dressed in some insulated leggings and a long sleeve mid-thigh dress. She pulled on some brown boots and a scarf. Taking her hair down, she brushed her hair till it billowed just below the hem of her skirt. She checked herself in the mirror, just a quick glance was all she ever gave herself and this morning wasn't any different. 

She talked to a guy from the number on the paper. He had the five acres for sale with a small cabin that apparently needed some work done. It was over an hour north of Ketchikan and it was far enough away that she would be happily in isolation. The drive up there was nerve racking and she just wanted that part of it to be done. She hoped it was what she was looking for, but knew that chances were it wasn't.

Pulling up at the spot her GPS said was it, she parked behind a dirty old Ford Explorer on the unpaved road. The man who stepped out could have easily been what Anya would consider a mountain man. He had a beard down to his chest and he had weeks of dirt on his clothing. Anya just smiled and stuck her hand out in welcome. He introduced himself as Billy.

Anya followed the man off the road and looked at the ropes laid out around the property. The cabin was not really a cabin, more of a trapper's shack. There was a lot of work that would need to be done to the shack to make it habitable for the coming winter. She had maybe four months before it was snowing there again, she wondered if she would be able to pull it off. But there was some sort of building and that was more than she could have hoped for. 

"How much do you want for it?"

"Well the listed price is pretty fair. Would it be just you out here?"

"Yeah."

The man waited for her to say more, but she did not volunteer any more information. 

"So, what are you planning to do out here?"

"Well I want to fix up the cabin, build a greenhouse and get ready for winter."

Billy just looked at her kind of funny. 

"The winters here are long, what do you plan to do? A lot of people can't get used to the long dark winters, might get cabin fever, especially a young woman like yourself, out here all alone."

Anya sighed. She had heard that since she decided to go to Alaska. The doubt and incredulity was in his voice. Everyone thought she was crazy, but that was okay. She was use to going her own way and leaving everyone else to their boring lives.

"Yeah, I have heard it can get pretty tough out here. I like a challenge. I write and do crafts in the winter time. Hopefully it will keep me busy."

"I hear ya. So you know how to do construction and hunt?"

"Well not really, I was hoping to find someone out here to do a little work for me. Do you know of anyone who is looking for some work?"

"Oh there are always many men around here that are looking to make a few dollars or barter for something that is in short supply out here."

The way he said the last few words, Anya had a sinking feeling he was talking about her feminine wiles. She could feel his eyes travel up and down her form, checking out every curve and valley she had to offer. Anya almost regretted wearing a dress, but she liked it and knew she would have to get used to the men's attention around here.

At thirty she was well built, body still tight from having no children. Her hair was long, auburn and well past her waist. She was well tanned from the sun down south, but it was natural, not the orange creations that come out of a tanning bed. Her eyes were large and hazel, small nose and full mouth made for a very attractive face. She was tall for a woman, almost 5 foot 10 and her body was well used to hard work. Not only was their barely any fat on her frame, the little there was, was strategically placed on her. She had large D breasts and a round butt that most men favored.

She was not looking though, she told herself. Certainly not from this old man in front of her, but she knew that she needed to be nice, if she really wanted this property. Which she really did the more she was out there. It just felt right. 

"Well I have a little cash and I am hoping to barter some moonshine and vegetables a bit later when I get things set up."

The man eyes lit up. Moonshine huh? It has been a while since we have had someone out here that could make something drinkable."

"Been making it for years out in the swamp, I got pretty good at it. I can make brandy too, but we will have to see how hard it is to get the supplies."

They talked for a bit longer about stills and boos. He asked a bit about what she was looking for as far as a worker. They walked up to the cabin and looked inside. It wasn't as bad as Anya had originally thought, though she always thought in terms of worst case scenario. 

"Well I will need to fix the walls. There are several places that you can see straight through the logs. I also need someone to help me build a 200 square foot greenhouse, but I won't start on that until at least next week."

The deal was struck. Billy would be paid in cash because the idea of any other barter with him was not something she was ready to do. He showed her where there was water not more than five miles from her new land. She was thinking she needed some type of cistern, but she would worry about that later. She had over fifty gallons stored in her R.V. She also had about six month worth of dried and canned food, as well as everything she thought she would need. 

2

Wolf watched the woman in the R.V. He was supposed to be hunting, but when he saw the woman talking to Billy, he was intrigued. He watched her most of the day, even after Billy left. 

The woman was quite attractive and he was excited to tell his four brothers that a lady had moved in the land over, but he was still not sure. He felt a bit possessive, like he did not want to share her. He knew that with the other ones there, she would never look at him. She would be more entranced with his older brother Scott's charm, or Slam's intelligence. She would laugh at Gab's jokes and be swept away by Noah's tender words. Wolf knew that he couldn't compete with all of that. Wolf was different, but not many could really appreciate who he was and what he had to offer.

He was the wildest one out of the bunch. There were five brothers in all, all born and raised in the Alaskan bush. Wolf was not even his real name, it was actually Saul, but everyone called him by his nickname. He got the nickname because of his isolating ways. He also acted more free in the wild. He had less need to go to town, having only been there a handful of times in the last few years. While everyone else seemed excited to go to town and socialize with others, Wolf would much rather climb trees, stalk prey and entertain his self in the bush. But maybe, he was changing his ways a bit. If there were girls like that in town, maybe he should go out more with the rest of them. They only got out once or twice a month anyways. Maybe he should go next time, he thought to himself. He might even see that woman, Anya there. But for now, he was content to watch her from a distance.

Wolf was smaller than the rest of his brothers. He had a lean stature that belied the raw strength that was in him. There were a lot of muscles that went into all the climbing and rigorous labor that was required to live out there in the bush. His brown hair was just below his collar and his beard was kept neatly trimmed, as well as his side burns. His eyes were a dark brown, almost black. Some say that his eyes glowed in the moonlight, the other reason for his animal nickname. No one ever called him Saul anymore. He was known by everyone else as Wolf.

His vantage point on the spruce was perfect to see the woman outside her cabin. She was stuffing moss into the spaces between the logs. It was actually a good idea and Wolf was impressed with the outsider's ingenuity. She looked to be from the lower 48, but she did have some skills. 

Wolf saw a deer out of the corner of his eyes. He had left hours ago to get dinner, so he decided that his watching was over. He had to get some real prey or the family would be hungry tonight. The deer was getting closer to the woman's property, so he had to shoot it quickly. Taking the shot, he saw the deer drop and the woman froze mid step. She heard the gunshot, but she was not sure where it was coming from.

Before long Wolf was down the tree and running towards his kill. He caught it about twenty feet from the property line. He was suddenly unsure as he came closer. The woman was looking at the deer and then looking around for the person who shot it. If he came out to get the deer, she would see him. He looked down and sighed, he was a mess. Usually he wouldn't care, but for some reason, he really did when it came to her. She was the prettiest girl he had ever seen and he really wanted her to like him. 

He stepped out of the bush after a few moments of indecision. No matter what, his family was waiting for him to get back and he wanted to make sure the animal was dead. As he approached, he saw that the deer was actually still breathing, so he dispatched with it quickly with a blade to the neck. He heard the woman gasp and he second guessed his choice. Blood had sprayed up and covered him partially. 

"Wow, great shot."

Wolf looked up at her in surprise. He was afraid she would be grossed out, but she actually seemed interested. 

"Do you need any help?"

"No thank you."

Wolf looked at her a minute longer before he started field dressing the deer to get it back to camp. It was a smaller buck, maybe a year old, so he had his work cut out for him.

"Well do you mind if I watch you? I have never seen a deer skinned and I figure I will have to learn soon enough."

"No, of course not."

They sat in silence. Wolf skinning and gutting, while Anya stared transfixed at this young bloody man working. She felt a strange attraction to the quiet man who barely looked at her. She did not know if he was shy or just uninterested in women, but he was paying her no mind. This was just as well because Anya really did want to learn how to do it. She was unsure if she could kill an animal, though her shot had been sound for years. It was the actually killing that bothered her and made her nervous. She had skinned many other things, just not anything as big as a deer.

Wolf could feel the woman watching him. He noticed her leaving and figured she had had enough of the gore, but she surprised him by coming back with a bucket full of water. 

"Here is some soap, water and rag for when you are finished."

Wolf stopped and looked at her. He was about to say something, but stopped himself. When he had wrapped the carcass in an old tarp, he approached the woman and her bucket of water. He knew he was probably looking a little gory, so he silently washed his hands and face. The soap was sweet smelling and had little pieces of flowers in it. It had been a long time since the family had soap like this. It made his skin squeak and smelled like a flowering meadow. His mother and sisters would like some of this. He wondered if he could trade something for it.

"Nice soap, did you get this in town?"

"No, I made a bunch before I came up here. It is made from goat milk and some dried lilacs."

"You want to barter for some?"

"Oh, you can have some, I have plenty."

Before he could protest, she had grabbed his forearm and started steering him towards her little R.V. Her smell filled his nostrils and his body reacted violently to the aroma. She smelled like the soap, mixed with her own feminine smell that Wolf found entrancing. He followed behind her without much prodding, though he liked the physical contact and allowed himself to be dragged. She opened the R.V's side entrance and he watched her ass flex as they went up the few stairs. 

Inside was not what he had expected, not really sure what he expected, but not the packed chaos that he saw. She seemed to have enough food to last the winter and tons of camping supplies. She was here to stay. This information made the man's heart sing. He knew then, that just maybe, he would have a real chance with her. It was hard to find a woman in Alaska, even harder to find someone willing to go in the bush with him. But she was already doing it. She was already living in the bush.

"Sorry about the mess, I am trying to finish the cabin so I can bring some stuff in."

Wolf just watched her rifle through boxes of stuff, until she pulled down a box almost up by the ceiling stacked up. Her dress rose dangerously high, baring her upper back thighs to his greedy view. His pants became less comfortable as he watched her. He had to talk strongly to himself to stop from reaching up and touching her. He almost wished she would slip and fall, so he could catch her. But she didn't and when she climbed back down, he had composed himself admirably.

"So what is your name? My name is Anya."

Her bright green eyes looked up at him, her mouth curled up in a smile. She handed him a large rough cut bar of the soap. 

"You sure are quiet."

"I'm Saul." Wolf was not sure why he gave her his real name. No one called him Saul anymore, not even his own family. But he did not want her to know it. He wanted her to look at him like he was a man. Not just some kid with a silly nickname. He could tell she was several years older however he didn't care about things like that. All he knew was that he was attracted to her and she didn't seem to be repulsed by him. 

"Well nice to meet you Saul." She flashed him another one of her earth shattering smiles and passed by him closely as she exited the trailer. Wolf could feel her brush past him just so lightly and even that mere touch drove him crazy. 

He took the lead, walking back to his kill 100 feet away. He looked down at the soap and decided to give her something in return. Unwrapping one of the legs, he took his knife out and cut a large chunk out. He wrapped it in a torn piece of plastic and handed it to her.

"Here."

He thrust the bloody meat into her hands and all she could do was accept. She was about to protest, but he was already starting to sling it all on his back. Without another look in her direction, Wolf walked away towards his own land and cabin about a mile away. 

"Wait Saul. Do you need a ride somewhere?"

"No thank you."

"Okay, well will you come over for dinner tomorrow? I will make some stew."

Wolf turned around and looked at her, a bit surprised at her invitation. "Yes."

"Around dark?"

"Yes." 

The quiet man walked into the woods where he came. He did not look back once while Anya watched and waited. He just bee lined it east and was gone into the bush, as the sky darkened around her. She thought about him that night as she made dinner. She wondered who the man of so few words was and where he lived. He must live close for him to come and go on foot. That was not the kind of man she was expecting to find up here. He was trimmed, polite and short on words. There was something more though. He had a wild quality, as well as a sexy quality to him. He was obviously capable and it left her wondering if his hands would be so sure on a woman's body, on her body more specifically. 

3

Wolf did not get home till after dark. His family was worried and he could see it in their faces. They waited for him to drop the wrapped deer near the fire, his mother already coming forward to start dinner. He looked around at the eight other faces and knew he would have to explain himself. It was a family rule to never be out after dark alone. It was just not safe. A hunter could encounter bear or moose, as well as fall and hurt themselves. The nights got so cold, that even in the late spring a person could die of hypothermia. 


Love in the Bush



"Why were you gone so long?"

"Takes time sometimes Dad. When I finally got one, I was a mile away and it was already getting dark then."

His father looked at him from his greying and wrinkled face. There was something off about Wolf, but he was not sure what.

"You smell good. Why are you so clean? Did you find a creek or something nearby?" Blondie looked at him questioningly. 

Remembering the soap in his bag, he pulled it out to hand to his sister. Here, this is for you girls.

"Where did you get it?"

"Oh just ran into someone who made it."

All sixteen eyes were looking at him as he walked back outside and went to the outhouse. No one said anything, yet they all wondered why their private brother was being even more vague than usual. 

When he came back in, everyone was being overly quiet and he looked at a few of them. His little sister Starla ran up to him and gave him a big hug.

"Thanks Wolf, it smells so good. Billy didn't make this did he?"

"No sis, I doubt he could make anything."

Starla waited for more, but none was given. His mom asked why a huge chunk was taken out of the deer. Wolf said that he cut out a bad spot, but they both knew that he lied. He had given her the best part. 

"Oh well. You hungry hon?"

"Starving."

Wolf got to pick the first piece that night because he was the hunter. His brothers tried to weasel out more information from their brother, but it became clear quickly that he was not going to. Everyone noticed the change in the middle brother. A few even caught him smiling when he stared out towards the moon that night. Via was one of them that noticed. There was a change in her son and she kind of figured what it was. He had found a girl. 

"So who is she Saul?"

Wolf looked at his mother, of course she knows everything. Ever since he was a kid, it was like she could see into all of their souls. He looked down sheepishly.

"She is the lady that moved in about a mile west of here, the one that bought that land and shack from Billy a couple weeks ago."

"Have you spoken to her?"

His mom knew him better than he liked to believe. 

"Yea, I finally did today."

"What was she like?"

"Really pretty with the longest hair I have ever seen. She has a great smile and nice eyes that change colors."

Via was relieved. She always thought that Wolf would be last to find a mate, it seemed as though he may be the first. She did not show her excitement though, it wasn't a done deal. She was maybe just relieved that he found someone interesting. He seems to be more interested in trees and dirt, than girls and making his own family. All of her boys needed to find a wife. It was hard living in the bush, living the way they did. Not only are they not around girls that much, but there is the matter of finding one to live the lifestyle as well. 

"Don't tell anyone else though. I just met her and you know how they are." With his words he nudged his head towards the rest of the family. 

Via smiled at her son. He was the third born, but had always had a special place in her heart. He was also the smartest out of all the children, he just didn't boast about it. He was humble and when he did speak, it was important to listen. They let the subject drop, but Via could feel a little weight lifted off of her motherly shoulders. Her baby boy was finally growing into a man. 

Wolf stayed up most of the night thinking about the woman named Anya. He kept bringing his hands up to his nose, inhaling the scent that he now associated with her. When he did go to sleep, they were filled with the auburn haired woman from down the road.

4

Anya was up with the sun the next morning. She had a lot to do. It seemed like the work never ended. She almost had the cabin patched up with moss, though she wondered just how warm it was going to be. She started some seeds in the cabin which were finally starting to sprout. That told her that at least it was holding in a little heat at least. 

With just a shovel, Anya worked most of the day on tilling the ground for a pretty big garden. The garden was twice as wide and twice as long as the cabin. She also found a root cellar underneath the small structure. She had found a small trap door and sure enough, that is what it was. This was a huge score for Anya. Digging up a root cellar was not only imperative. It was also a whole lot of work saved.

Even in the cool spring air, Anya was sweating with the work. The ground was still hard, barely even defrosted yet. Below six inches or so, Anya bet it was still frozen. Half way through the day, Anya got an idea to make digging easier. She started several small fires on the garden spot. She hoped it would melt some of the permafrost, as well as add some nutrients with the ashes. Either way, she sat eating a peanut butter sandwich, watching the fires burn. 

The plan worked and by the end of the day, she had the whole area tilled. She saw the sun going down and remembered that Saul was coming by later. Well she had invited him anyways. She had been cooking a stew over a smoldering fire for hours and it was ready, but she was not. Looking down at her hands, she had to grimace. 

Starting some water to boil, or at least heat up, Anya stripped down to nothing and threw a towel around her body. Pulling her hair out of the braid, Anya brushed it smooth with her fingers, debating if she needed to wash it or not. Considering how much she had sweated, she figured it wouldn't hurt. She got her big bowl out and added some cold water to it. Waiting a few more minutes, Anya was just about to grab the kettle when there was a knock on her R.V. door. Startled, she glanced through the screen and saw Saul standing there. He probably already saw her, so she had no choice but to answer the door. She had invited him of course.

Tightening her towel around her, she answered the door to a stunned man. The look in his eyes made her pause. He looked at her with hunger. It made her nervous and ever so aware of her solitude and nakedness. 

"I, um, have to go wash off real quick. Do you mind waiting a few minutes for me?"

Wolf could only nod. He was afraid that if he tried to speak, no words would come out. So he just nodded his affirmation and followed her into the little 24 foot trailer. She motioned towards the booth and table. She grabbed the kettle and disappeared into the tiny bathroom. Adding the water to the cooler water in the bucket, she quickly dropped her towel and started to scrub off the day. Water the color of chocolate was running down the drain at her feet. 

Wolf sat down on the small bench while his heart raced. The image of her all sweaty and dirty, with just a thin towel in between them, burned into his mind. He almost bolted out the door. He was afraid that he would embarrass himself at this point. 

"Hey Saul. Can you hand me a fresh towel? I forgot to grab one and this one has dirt all over it."

Wolf looked around, spotting the folded towels on a shelf by the door and grabbed one. He opened the door a slit, thrusting the towel in. She grabbed it and touched his hand with hers. He opened his eyes with the contact and caught a small peek of her full length naked body. Going back to his place on the bench, Wolf's mind reeled.

He saw the door slowly open and Anya appeared in a towel again. Though this time she was clean and her long hair was hanging damp all around her. She went into the back of the trailer and shuffled through some clothes until she found what she was looking for.

"Hun, do you mind covering your eyes for a minute? I really don't think I can change in there, it is so small."

"I can wait outside."

"No. No. Don't worry about it. Just cover your eyes for a minute please."

Wolf obliged, but had to admit to the strong need to peek. It was almost as bad as not touching something, but still hover a hand just out of reach. His fingers did not want to stick together and he did see a bit through the slits between his fingers. She had her back to him and he could see a few water droplets cascading down her round buttocks. Unable to stop himself a muffled groan could be heard. She looked behind her shoulder at him and he quickly squeezed his fingers together tighter. 

"No peeking now." Anya smiled to herself as she turned back around. He was a lot younger than her, but she found it quite amusing to turn this young man on. He was so stoic, but certainly built like a man. Watching him work yesterday made her look at him differently. She had been oddly aroused by the blood splattered bush man. Today he was cleaned up and had even trimmed his hair a bit shorter and she found him even more attractive. 

She lightly grabbed his shoulder when she was done. She had thrown on a white ankle length maxi dress. The chill on the outside permeated the trailer and she was forced to throw on a cardigan, but she purposefully left it open. Anya could feel her nipples hardening to the night air. Walking out without a word, she grabbed the stew pot from the grate.

"Do you want to eat inside or out?"

Wolf came out of the trailer, always preferring the outside over walls and a roof. He watched her set the pot back on the grate over the fire and go into the trailer. She came back with spoons, bowls and a couple of glasses of tea. She handed him a glass of tea and set hers down by a log close to the fire. She ladled out two bowls of soup and gave one to Saul.

"Here Saul, I hope you like it. It has been cooking all day."

He took the stew from her and said nothing. He was overwhelmed and wasn't quite sure what to say anyways. The first bite was wonderful. In the back of his mind, he was happy that she knew how to cook. A wife should know how to cook. A bush wife should know how to cook on an open fire. He could taste the deer meat, though she almost got all of the gamey taste out of it. 

"Thank you. This is very good."

"Oh my, he speaks."

"On occasion."

Wolf had finished his bowl of stew. Anya got up and refilled it.

"So are you single?"

The question threw Anya off. "Um yeah. You?"

"I am looking for a mate."

"Well that is an interesting way to put it. How old are you?"

"25. You?"

"I just turned 30."

"Oh. Well that is not very old. You are still young enough to have children."

Anya was silent for a moment. She felt like she was in an interview for an arranged marriage or to be a surrogate. 

"You have some very peculiar comments."

"Why? This is something I would want to know about the woman I desire for a mate."

"Mate. There is that word again, makes me think of wolves. You know they mate for life?"

Wolf was taken aback by her words. He could not believe what she just said. Was it a sign? That she was supposed to be his. He hoped so. He had been waiting so long, he wondered if God was even listening to him anymore.

"Yes. I plan to mate for life as well. "

Anya laughed, "Well I tried that, though it only lasted 11 years."

"So you have been married before?"

"Yes."

"So why do you not have children?"

Anya became uncomfortable with the questioning. She didn't want to tell him that her husband made it impossible to have kids. It was rather embarrassing what happened. 

"Well, my husband couldn't have children. It is one of the reasons I got a divorce."

"Good. I should be able to have children, never tried yet though."

Anya was unsure about the conversation. It was definitely not a conversation you would have with most men, especially a first conversation. Since it seemed to be a no holds bar conversation, Anya willed herself to ask the question on her mind.

"So you are a virgin?"

"A what?"

"You know, um, virgin. You ever mated with anyone else?"

"Of course not. I mate for life."

"Wow. You are kind of old to be a virgin."

"Not really, some of my brothers are older than me and still looking. Not a lot of women here and none that I thought were suitable."

"And I am...suitable to you?"

"Yes."

Anya didn't know why, but she liked that answer very much. She liked the manner of his speaking, so straight forward and honest. Anya got up and put the bowls in the R.V.'s sink. She came back out after a quick rinse and saw Saul standing next to the doorway.

"Am I suitable to you?"

Saul's face was calm, but his eyes were pleading. She was unsure why, but he seemed to wait for the answer like it was his life. 

"I don't know you enough. People usually get to know someone before making those kinds of decisions."

"But what does your body say?"

"My body?"

"Yes. What does your body want to do?"

Anya lost her breath. Her eyes fell over his body, so close to hers. Her body was definitely saying something. It was drawn to the man with few words. She turned to go back in the trailer, to grab a towel and some much needed distance.

"My body wants to do this."

He grabbed her from behind and pulled her body to his. Her backside crushed against a very hard body, her ass felt a hard, long knot in his pants. She gasped at the contact, his hands wasting no time in touching her breasts, cupping and kneading them from behind. One hand maneuvered their way to her womanhood, cupping her heat in his large hand. His middle finger found her folds and slid between them through her dress. She did not have any panties on, so there was only the thin material between them. She was wet and his growl in her ear let her know that he knew.

"It seems your body is saying the same thing."

Wolf licked the edge of her earlobe. Moving lower, his teeth nipped her shoulder, while his finger slid deeper in her folds. He stopped short of penetrating her and pulled back. A disappointed moan escaped her lips as he moved away. She stood there shaking and panting, waiting for him. After several minutes it became clear that he was not going to touch her again.

Anya turned around to find the man staring at her with dark eyes. He raised his hands to reach for her, but pulled it back before he made contact.

"I'm sorry. I must go now."

Wolf turned around and started walking into the woods. By the time he reached the thicket beginning at his property line, he took off in a full run. He ran hard and fast. His chest was heaving and his thighs burned five minutes later when he arrived close to his home. His pants were wet where he had lost control and he was embarrassed to have to face his family. Wishing he could hide it somehow, he wiped dirt all over the front of him to mask the wet spot. He just had to make it to his clothes to ensure secrecy.

Via, saw her son's state when he came in and it worried her. He did not look at anyone, but had his head down. He rushed to his belongings and pulled out fresh clothes. Grabbing the water bucket, he went back outside to rinse off. 

Wolf thought of the woman Anya, already blood rushing back to his member. He went too fast, he knew that. He pulled away from her to stop his animal side taking over. He then had to leave when she looked at him. Desire mirrored his and not taking her was the hardest thing he had ever done. But it wasn't right. Time had to pass. He had to decide if she was the one. But his heart told him she was. 

Walking back into the cabin, Wolf could feel eyes on him. The family was used to each other, they had lived together in a one room cabin all of his life. With such close surroundings, one learned to appreciate space. Via offered him some cooling deer steak and potatoes, which he took out of habit. Sitting down, he pushed the food back and forth on his plate. He wasn't hungry because he had just eaten a couple of bowls of stew.

"What's wrong Wolf, playing with your food? I have never seen you turn down deer steak."

Gab walked up to his brother, nudging him in the gut. 

"What have you been eating?"

All eyes were on Wolf and he set the plate down.

"I had dinner with a friend."

"Who, a raccoon?"

Gab's words got a round of laughter. They all knew how much time Wolf spent out in the woods by his self. They never would believe that he had just had dinner with a gorgeous woman. So he didn't say anything else. They prodded for some time, but he went to bed shortly after thanking his mother for dinner. He could hear the voices of his family speculating, but he was in too good of a mood to let them bother him. He went to bed that night thinking about Anya.

Anya found it hard to go to sleep. She stayed up for hours in her R.V., looking at the fiberglass ceiling. She had never met anyone like Saul and she wasn't sure how to react to him. He was so quiet one moment and the next, he had his hands all over her. Not at all like a virgin, but a man who knew what he wanted. And he seemed willing to take it if necessary. Anya did not think she had ever been so turned on before in her life. He hadn't even kissed her. 

5

A week went by before Anya saw Saul again. He came by just as the sun was going down. He looked cleaned up and was wearing black pants and a long sleeve V-neck shirt. Anya could see dark brown hairs peeking through his shirt. His face was mostly shaved, though he still had a short beard and mustache. With less layers, she could tell his body was small. Though she had been crushed against him, she knew he was unbelievably hard. She caught herself being shy around him. She was the one who was quiet, not sure what to say. 

"So, I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me tonight?"

"Out? Where?"

"There is a place about forty miles from here, Old Grizzly's. It is a little bar that the locals go to."

"Sure. I haven't been out in weeks."

"Well I am going to go with my brothers. I was hoping you would want to meet me there."

"Yea, but I need a little time to get cleaned up. I must look a mess."

Saul stepped closer, pushing a tendril of hair behind her ear. "You look perfect to me."

Anya blushed. Thirty year old women are not supposed to blush, but there she was. The younger man was not much taller or bigger than her, yet she felt overwhelmed in his presence. 

Wolf leaned closer, his lips captured hers gently. 

Anya was surprised by the kiss. It was so different from the other night. His lips were incredibly soft and warm against hers. His mustache tickled her sensitive skin a bit. There was no pressure or aggression this time though. It ended as quickly as it had begun. He stepped away and said he hoped to see her later. When she shook her head, he turned around and ran in the direction of his property.

Anya was not as startled with his departure, she had learned a little bit about her secret caller. The word in town, because everyone liked gossip, was he was one of seven children who were raised in these woods. They called them the bush boys in town, though not many people had seen Saul. No one knew him by name, but by her description. No one had anything bad to say. The family had lived there for years and always held up their end of a bargain. Praise was given for their work. 

It wasn't really the information she was looking for. She knew there was many brothers now and that Saul was probably the smallest one, though not the youngest. At least she knew now, where he was running off to.

Taking time to wash her hair and shave, Anya was ready to go in under thirty minutes. Everything took a bit longer there. She couldn't just turn on the shower and jump in, well not hers anyways. She decided on a thin cotton dress in soft grey with leggings underneath. A jacket and scarf were mandatory with the nights still getting down below forty. She put a little chap stick on but forwent any other makeup or jewelry. She consciously went with her flat boots because of Saul's height. She liked having to look up just a bit to see his face, made her feel more feminine. 

Her heart raced as she drove the dark windy road towards her destination. She had a feeling that tonight was going to be special, important somehow. She had not felt this way about anyone since her husband and that was in the early months of courtship. It was always the most exciting time. 




Love in the Bush



Old Grizzly's was a far cry from what she was used to in the city. It literally was a pizza shop. There were several trucks and SUVs outside of the place. At least there seemed to be a lot of people there. She wondered if Saul was there yet. She really hoped he was.

Walking in, it seemed like all noise stopped. A pin drop could have been heard. There was many faces turned towards her and she just smiled. After scanning the room, she did not immediately see Saul. Going up to the bar, Anya ordered a double glass of vodka and a soda. She got a look of approval from the bartender for her drink choice and tip. 

She looked around the bar, her back to the door. There were several heads of various animals on the wall. A name plate below gave the name of the lucky hunter. It looked as though the bar was attached to a small kitchen, presumably where the pizza was cooked. Not interested in food, she turned around towards the door when she heard it open. Several large men walked in, eyes instantly catching hers. 

The first man was about her height and slim built. His hair was cropped short and he had an assured look on his face. He was sporting some gray, though he didn't quite look old enough for it. The man right behind him was younger, but several inches taller and wider than the first. They both had a slight resemblance to Saul and she guessed that these were some of his brothers. 

She watched the two head off to a circle bench in the back as two more men of similar stature and likeness followed them. She nervously waited, biting her lip and watching the door. It shut after the fourth one came in and her heart sank. Though she had not seen his brothers before, she was pretty sure that they were it.

She turned back around towards the bar and took a swig of her drink. She heard the door open again, but she willed herself not to look. Her interest had already raised eyebrows in the bar and she didn't want to seem too desperate. Not able to stop herself though, she swirled half way around and caught Saul coming towards her. Her heart skipped a beat watching him walk towards her. 

All eyes were on them as he grabbed her face, kissing her deeply. His tongue found her lips unresisting and before long, his tongue was moving slowly with hers. The silence was back, she could hear it. Or lack of sound was what brought her back to her senses. 

Pulling back just a bit, Saul quickly detached.

"I am glad you made it."

"Me too. "

Saul sat next to her on another stool and put his arm around her. If Anya didn't know any better, she had just been claimed by the alpha dog. He was not obtrusive about it, but from the looks in the bar, it was clear. His brothers sat in the corner dumbfounded and staring. Who the hell was that woman and how did she know their brother? Jokes were beat back and forth but all four boys were a bit envious.

Saul ordered a soda.

"You don't drink?"

"No, never have."

Anya toyed with her second glass of vodka.

"Go ahead and drink. I will drive you home if you need me to."

"Oh really? Are you going to take advantage of me, too?"

Anya hoped he would. It had been a long time since he had touched her and she craved more. A few more shots, she may not care that she was in a crowded Alaskan bar.

"I would never take advantage of any woman." 

Saul looked aghast, dampening her fantasy. Anya ordered another double. Saul put money up while she was looking in her purse for some smaller bills.

"Thanks. I may take you up on that ride home."

"I would be more than happy to take you home Anya."

"I like the sound of that."

Anya leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. What was meant to be quick and chaste turned into another deep loin stirring encounter. She wanted to leave right then and there. She wanted to feel this man touching her like he had in the woods that night. But they weren't alone and she had to quit. She did not want first impression of her to be tongue tied with a local.

"You look good tonight, all trimmed up."

"I am glad you like it. I did it for you."

"Do you come here often?"

"No. Maybe once or twice, since we have been here. My brothers come out here once or twice a month, so they know more people here than me."

"This is my first time. Thanks for inviting me. Not really into bars, but it is nice and laid back."

"Yeah I don't particularly like bars, but out here, you don't have many options to socialize."

"Well you know you are always welcome to come by, I enjoy your company."

"It's hard to be out there with you."

"Really? How so?"

"I want you too much to be alone with you."

Anya wasn't sure what to say. Something was holding him back and she wasn't sure what. The fact that he was a virgin slipped her mind most of the time because of the way he touched her with such confidence. 

Anya was buzzed and wanted to push him. She wanted him. She bent forward to whisper in his ear.

"Maybe I want to be alone with you."

Saul closed his eyes. The heat from her mouth was tickling his earlobe. He felt her lips barely brush him, driving all of his blood south. 

"Hey Wolf, you ready to go?"

They moved apart with the sound of Scott's voice. Neither one of the pair heard them come up and Anya turned a little red. She turned around and drank the last of the vodka.

"No. I told Anya I would take her home. Anya, this is my older brother Scott. Scott, Anya."

"Hi. Nice to meet you Scott." 

Scott's hand was firm on hers, his eyes held attraction. 

"I will see you at home, brother." 

Saul's voice was harsh sounding, hinting that he was not happy with the look. He did notice the way his brother was looking at his woman and he did not like it.

Scott took the hint and released the woman's hand. He waved goodbye and the brothers started leaving. One told him to be good, a younger man with shoulder length hair pulled back in a ponytail. Anya ordered one last shot and downed it when it arrived. Her body was raring to go and she wanted Saul bad.

"Are you ready to go?"

"God yes," Saul pulled her up and held her around her shoulders as they walked to the door. The night air was cold and took her breath away. She clung to the side of Saul as he walked her through the parking lot to her R.V. 

He helped her up to the passenger's seat, taking extra care to put her seat belt on. His fingers brushed against her thigh. Anya was a bit beyond buzzed, almost to the point of drunkenness. It had been a while since she had drunk alcohol and even longer since she had been with a man. All she could think about was sex and the man looking at her from the opened door. He asked where the keys were.

"They are in my pocket, can you help me?"

Wolf was finding it harder to control himself. He knew what she was doing, her smile was mischievous. He checked her coat pocket closest to him, Anya just shook her head. Leaning against the seat, she tilted her body towards him, giving him better access. 

Wolf reached in around her, his body coming ever so close to hers. She could feel his fingers on her thigh again. She lightly licked his neck when he bent down to her. Jerking out with keys in hand, Wolf looked pained. He had a hard-on for most of the night and her touch and smell was too much for his senses. He had to rest his head on the side of the vehicle before he pulled himself up into the seat. 

6

Wolf was actually thankful when she fell asleep a few miles down the road. He really wasn't sure if he could take her teasing. He was not ready to be with her, he wanted things to be right. For her to be his. He wanted her soul, not just her body.

Forty minutes later Saul was pulling up on the road beside her cabin. Anya had not moved an inch in twenty minutes or so, though her dress had rode up almost to her waist. She was covered by the leggings, but they showed every inch of her in detail. Saul tried not to look, though he caught himself glancing in her direction many times. His body and head were at war with each other, though her inebriation helped sway him. He wanted the first time with her to be perfect and for them both to remember it forever.

He went around the vehicle, opening her door. He unbuckled her seat belt and grabbed her into his arms. Walking her into the back, he laid her down on the bed. She opened her eyes groggily and pulled him towards her. She caught him by surprise and he pitched forward onto her. She giggled and kissed him on the lips. She may be half drunk and half asleep, but her lips were insistent and ever so appeasing. She moaned when his body came down on hers fully. Her body took over where her mind was groggy and it was her hands running over his body this time. 

"Wait, we mustn't."

"Why not? You asked me what my body says. My body needs you. Please I have been dying for your touch for a week now."

Wolf was finding it hard to argue with her words. His body wanted her as much, maybe even more. 

"Please, I need to come."

Her words were his ending, but he told himself he had to show control. He could pleasure her without going all the way. He could in theory anyways. In practice, it may be harder than it seemed.

Taking a deep breath, he settled on top of her. His lips found hers again, but he stopped her roaming hands with his. Bringing them up above her head, he broke the kiss.

"Keep your hands right here. If you move them, I will stop. Understand?"

"Yes."

Anya was awake, his words sobered her. She did not want him to stop whatever it is he was going to do and would do almost anything to get some relief. 

Saul got off of her and stood up. Grabbing her boots, he pulled them off in a rush and went for her legging tops. Her skirt was at her waist and did nothing to hide the fact that she was not wearing any panties. 

"Oh."

Saul did not know what to say. He was not expecting to see her womanhood, her shaved womanhood no less and it sent him reeling. 

"Damn woman, where are your under garments?"

"I don't usually wear any."

"You will from now on. I do not want my mate naked down there."

"Okay."

There was nothing more that she could say. The look in his eyes kind of scared her. He looked at her with possession. Something she was not looking for, something she did not know if she ever wanted. He looked at her, like she was already his, whether she consented or not.

Sitting her up, he took off her scarf and coat. Anya shivered a bit but not from the cold. He handled her with no compunction, the conversation was distracting. When he cupped her breasts, he felt bare skin underneath the dress.

"No bra either?"

Saul takes her dress off over her head. He laid her back down on the bed, moving her hands back up over her head. Drinking in the view, Anya watched his eyes grow darker to a deep black. Instead of taking his own clothes off, he just sat there looking at her for what seemed like an hour. Anya badly wanted to cover herself up from his hungry gaze, but she did not, in fear that he would actually stop whatever it is he was doing.

When his hand finally came down and touched her cheek, she sighed, relieved that he was still going to touch her. She hoped that he would take her, her body needed it.

His hand traveled down to the side of her neck, one finger traced the outline of her shoulder, causing chill bumps to spread across her body. Next he lined the outside of her left breast, stopping to swirl around her nipple. He watched it harden with his touch.

"Anya, you are so beautiful. You are perfect. I wish I could make you my mine tonight."

"Please do, I'm yours."

Saul closed his eyes, he must not. He knew that it would not be right without a joining. He prayed he could stop himself after he fulfilled her needs. He looked down at her body and ached. She was just as he envisioned. Tanned skin contrasted beautifully with her green eyes and long red hair. His fingers splayed over her stomach, imagining what she would look like carrying their children. He bent down and nipped gently at her navel.

The swirls started around her navel with one finger, circles getting wider until he bent down to slowly lick. With one hand lightly rubbing her from thigh to knee, his mouth caused pleasure in her lower abdomen. His tongue went as close as an inch from the top of her clit, her hips buck forward. She was rewarded with contact with his scorching tongue sliding across her heat for a second. 

Saul sits up, stroking her inner thigh and looking down at her. Instead of stopping as it had before, his hand ran clear to her mound. Anya gasped and squirmed when his hand moved away. He did this several times, teasing her, killing her. 

"Please Saul."

His hand stayed this time, rubbing along her slit. His index finger found her nub and pressed it. Anya jumped and moaned. Her body was overcharged and his dominance over her was intoxicating. Opening her legs up wider, she tried to encourage him. His fingertip started to rub her little button, pulling more noise from her lips. The sound turned them both on.

Saul bent down and bit her thigh hard enough to leave a mark. Her pleasure was his frustration and he wanted to do nothing more than bury himself inside of her. Moving his fingers down to her hole, he inserted one into her wet walls. His tongue trailed where his teeth had been, finding her sensitive nub quickly. Instead of licking, he started to suck hard. His finger pushed in and out of her, adding another finger as he heard her scream an orgasm. She filled his mouth his fluid and he continued to suckle on her clit while his fingers pumped into her.

His mouth and hand were relentless. Anya did not know that she could come that hard. Her arms moved from their spot as she pushed on his shoulders. Saul immediately stopped and got up. His cock was rock hard and he almost went against his upbringing. Walking outside for a moment, the crisp air helped to cool his ardor and he was then able to return to the trailer.

He walked back up to the bed and quickly realized that Anya was out cold. Her naked body was no less enticing, but Wolf knew that his body would not get any relief. He almost left after he covered her with a nearby blanket, but he couldn't. He rationalized that he was trying to keep her safe as he stripped to his boxers and slid in next to her. He gathered her in his arms and was soon asleep right along with her.

The cold woke Anya up. The liquor the night before left her brain a little muddled, but she knew she was cold. She pulled the blankets over her body realizing she was naked. A moment later, it registered that there was a warm body behind her. Last night crashed back to her and she blushed remembering how wanton she had acted. 

Snuggling back against him, she felt a large rod sticking into her lower back. She instinctively scooted her ass up, to line the bulge up with her core. She rubbed him against her pussy the only thing between them was his thin boxers. She wished he would come out of them, so she humped back against him, willing it to come out. 

Finally after several minutes, she felt skin against skin. Growling behind her, Saul suddenly impaled her weeping center. Anya felt like she was being split in two. She was sure there was not enough room, as he kept pushing inside of her. His velvet head hit bottom and still had more to push inside. His hand reached around and grabbed her breast, pinching the nipple hard between his fingertips. 

"You are mine now."

Pulling out, he pounded back in to her. His hips piston into her quickly and pulled moans from Anya. Her cunt was raw and she exploded around his heaving body. He pushed her over onto her belly, pressing her face into the mattress. 

Wolf pushed her ass cheeks apart, plunging in till his balls hit the back of her ass. He then grabbed her by the waist and pulled her hips up to meet his. He slammed into her over and over again. One hand came down to shimmy her clit as she came again and again. Her screams were muffled in the pillow, but had no less effect on Wolf. He couldn't go fast enough or deep enough, wanting to become one with her. He could feel cum rising in him, ready to spill forward. He wanted it to last longer but by her hysterics, he figured she had come enough for satisfaction. Dropping down onto her body, he bellowed with his orgasm. His hips press into her a few more times, violently shaking inside of her.

After several minutes still inside of her, the air cools them. Pulling himself out of her, he sits up on his knees. Anya is unmoving besides the rise and fall of her chest with each breath. Wolf slaps her ass gently, trying to get her to turn over so he could see her. See her face, kiss her. It was more than he could have imagined, more than he could have dreamt for. He had never felt so relaxed in his life. He knew he should get up and go home, start on the day's chores, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead he lied back down, pulling her to his chest. They dozed off again like that, side by side, their own body heat keeping the bitter morning cold away.