Rough and Rugged: A Meet Me In Milwaukee Charity Anthology

Blaine

A full body shudder rolls through her, and she grinds her ass back against my aching cock. It presses into the zipper of my jeans, straining to free itself and get inside her, like it always wants to.

She turns her head slightly, her blond hair fluttering across her cheek in the breeze, to look at me out of the corner of her eye. “As much as you know I’d love that, I think we’d draw an audience with my screams… and we definitely want privacy for what I have in mind.”

I brush her hair behind her ear and lean forward, feathering my lips over her pink skin. “Yeah. What do you have in mind?”

Hopefully, exactly what I do.

A hard, fast fuck against this tree.

After smashing through that log and seeing the way she ate me up after, the tension vibrating through me needs a release.

One she clearly craves, too.

She grinds back against me again. “I was thinking you pin me to this tree and slam into me the same way you just did your axe into that log.”

A low growl rumbles in my chest, and my cock twitches against its confines. “I can definitely get behind that idea.”

Even though I’d much prefer her spread out on a bed so I can eat her cunt all night and worship this stunning woman who somehow agreed to be mine, quick and fast has it’s place, too. Like beside the lake at the Lumberjack Festival when we could be interrupted at any minute.

I down the rest of my beer, letting the cold, hoppy liquid slide down my throat the way I wish I could Annie’s cum and crumple the red Solo cup in my hand. Annie tilts her head down to watch the action, and I drop it next to the tree stump—with every intent to clean it up after I finish dirtying up my wife.

Grazing my teeth along Annie’s neck, I groan and press my body harder against hers.

She offers a little moan. “You know, I like you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Sweaty outside, doing manual labor. You should definitely do this more.”

I pull her earlobe in my mouth and bite down gently, making her twitch. “And here I thought you liked me in a suit.”

She nods slightly. “Oh, I definitely love you in a suit, too. But I see that every day. This I get to see so rarely.”

I pin her even tighter into the tree until her cheek rubs against the bark. “So, what you’re saying is, we should come up to the property here in Wisconsin more often.”

“Hmmm.” She bobs her head. “Most definitely, babe.”

A twinge hits my chest, and I lower my forehead against her temple. “I’m sorry I’ve been working so much lately. I feel like I’ve been neglecting you…”

She shakes her head. “You haven’t been. You’re the boss. You work hard to make your business successful. You wouldn’t be where you are if you hadn’t.”

Her praise lifts my heart but doesn’t alleviate the guilt weighing on me. “I know that, but you’re more important to me than the business.”

Annie releases a little sigh. “I think all your employees who rely on it to support their families would beg to differ.”

“I’m not talking about what they need. I’m talking about what you need—me around more.” The past few days we’ve spent up here at the property we rarely have time to get to anymore racing through my head. Every kiss and each smile. All the touches and heated looks. The ease of it all, when back at home we’re always rushing around, late for something or expected to be somewhere. “It’s been great, being up here with you at the festival. It feels… calmer. Like how it always did when I was growing up. I miss it.”

She turns her head back toward me more, her gaze softening. “Then we’ll have to come here more. You can always work from the vacation house here, if you have to. Right?”

I nod, the thought of being in Hayes Creek more. Of being with her like this more, making my cock ache.

Grinding against her ass, I brush my lips over her ear. “Yeah, and in our woods, I can chase you all I want and no one will hear you scream.”

She releases a tiny little gasp of surprise laced with interest and pleasure that makes my heart thunder against my chest.

God, I fucking love this woman.

I’m such a lucky bastard to have her and that she puts up with how much I work. We so rarely get these opportunities and after this trip, I’m going to make a concerted effort to ensure we have it more.

I glide my hand up under the hem of her shirt and down the front of her pants to find her thong soaked. “Jesus, you’re already wet.”

She nods slightly, the tree trunk likely scraping against the soft skin of her cheek. “I told you—watching you attack that log had to be the best foreplay I’ve ever experienced.”

Fucking eh.

That couldn’t be any sexier—knowing my wife loves to see me doing the thing I love and have missed so much.

I growl low in her ear, gliding my fingers through her arousal, making her twitch in my arms. “That’s a lot to live up to in the future then.”

Her light laughter carries through the woods surrounding us, bringing with it the memories of the way she screams with my cock buried inside her.

Brushing her hair off her neck, I drag my lips down her peachy flesh. “Can you be quiet enough not to draw anyone’s attention?”

She nods. “I can try.”

I chuckle against her warm skin, swirling my fingertip around her clit. “So… that’s a no?”

Pressing her palms against the tree, she glances back at me. “If we get arrested, you think you’d be able to buy us our way out of any charges?”

Grinding my cock against her ass, I nip at her collarbone. “I’ll throw a few billion at them and see if it helps.”

She gasps. “Good because I can’t wait.”

I bite down harder. “Me, either.”

Annie grasps the waistband of her pants and shoves them down. I pull my hand away and unbutton and unzip my jeans, pushing them down to my thighs and freeing my cock. She reaches behind her and wraps her palm around it.

I groan into her ear as she strokes me.

Bucking in her hand, I grit my teeth. “Fucking hell, Annie.”

Her thumb brushes over me, spreading the bead of pre-cum and making it slick as her pussy was against my fingers only moments ago. I issue another low growl, clutch her hips, and angle them toward me. Pulling myself free from her grip, I glide the head through her arousal. She arches for me, giving me better access, and I thrust up into her hard, driving myself deep in one swift motion.

“Fuck.” The word tumbles from her lips on a panted breath.

I drag my hips back and plunge into her again.

Her hands wrap around the tree trunk, and I set a punishing rhythm. The thought that anyone could come walking down the path toward the lake at any time or be out on their boat and witness me fucking my wife against this pine like an animal only sets me off more.

She moans and squeezes her eyes closed, and I clench my jaw against the desire to blow my load inside of her already.

Annie absolutely destroys me.

Makes me want to be a better man.

A better husband.

And coming out and doing things like this with her only drive that point home.

I push into her again and again, bottoming out deep inside her, and I reach around with my right hand and find her slick clit. She bucks against my fingers, and I roll them, giving her the friction she needs to achieve that pinnacle we’re both chasing.

Every thrust of my hips, every arch of hers, in perfect rhythm that we’ve always found together.

Whether we’re in bed.

On the back patio.

In an elevator at my office.

It doesn’t matter.

Anywhere.

It’s always like this, and doing it out here only confirms the very thing I knew the day I met Annie Davenport—this was fate.