Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Cole
“ B e patient,” Willa said, turning off Main Street. “We’ll be there in ten minutes.”
I let out a grumble. “I hate surprises.”
“No, you don’t,” she corrected. “chill.” Behind the wheel of my Tahoe, she navigated carefully through town.
“It’s Sunday,” I pouted. “I wanted to spend the morning with my wife, but you dragged me out of bed.”
Her lips tipped up. “It’ll be worth it.”
She pulled up near Baxter Park and parked off the side of the road near the pond.
“Come on,” she said, opening the liftgate and pulling out my hockey bag.
“We’re at the pond?” I asked as I scanned the park. It was a clear, chilly day, and the sun was shining.
“Yes. We’re playing pond hockey. Come on.”
I took the bag out of her hands and followed her, appreciating the view—my wife in black leggings that left little to the imagination, one of old my UMaine hockey hoodies, and the hat I’d knit for her. She looked delectable. Damn if I didn’t want to throw her down into a snowbank and bury myself inside her.
I surveyed the trees, the playground, and the park as we continued. I’d never been down here in winter. The park was a hub of activity during the warmer months, but at the moment, we had the place to ourselves.
Around the edge of the frozen pond were several small wooden benches made from cut logs, and on the embankment were two nets.
“So people really play here?” I asked, striding to catch up to Willa.
She peered over at me with one brow arched. “Yes. For generations. And it’s time we initiate you. Skating is even more fun outside. When you miss a shot, you have to go dig the puck out of the snow.” She threw a bright orange puck at me.
“Is that why the puck is neon?”
“See?” she said brightly, spinning and walking backward while she smiled at me. “You’re already learning.”
The ice was bumpy, and it sloped in certain spots. It was certainly nothing like the surfaces I’d trained on in some of the country’s best hockey facilities.
But Willa was right. It was damn fun.
We raced across the pond, spraying snow at one another when we hit spots that hadn’t been cleared. After we’d dug our sticks out, we passed the puck, making it jump and skitter over the ice and into the snow.
For a little while, we played passing and shooting games. But mostly we skated. I’d never experienced such innocent, pure fun. I was used to the pleasure of moving fast, of gliding and feeling the world still as my body accelerated. But when paired with the warm sun on my face, the icy breeze on my skin, and Willa’s mitten-clad hand clutching mine? It was thrilling.
And then, just as my heart was full and I didn’t think I’d ever had a more perfect day, I got hit with a snowball.
Thrown by my beautiful wife.
From that moment, it was on. We skated and slid and ducked as snow flew in every direction. Her aim was good, but I was faster. I crouched and spun quickly to avoid another hit and snagged her with one arm, tucking her into my body as we fell, sliding together into the mountain of snow.
Her face was pink and her eyes bright. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t help myself.
“I fucking love you so much,” I said, pinning her to the ice and kissing her.
“So you like pond hockey?” she asked when I came up for air. She wiggled beneath me, making me go instantly hard, despite the frigid temperatures.
“It’s the most fun I’ve ever had,” I said honestly as I dipped in for another kiss.
“Cole. I’m losing feeling in my ass.” I’d lost myself in her mouth, the experience of kissing her on the ice fulfilling so many of my fantasies. “But I don’t want to stop.”
Hovering over her, I took her in. She was panting, and her eyes were glazed. Fuck, she wanted this as much as I did. “Let’s go to the car.”
I hauled myself up and then helped her to her feet. We skated for the benches and pulled our skates off in record time, then jogged toward my truck. I dug my key fob out along the way and had the truck running and the liftgate open by the time we made it to the parking lot. Once I’d tossed all our gear in the back, I pulled her to the driver’s door.
I pushed my seat all the way back, grateful I’d bought such a big car, and then pulled her on top of me and shut the door. We kissed frantically, only stopping to pull the sweatshirt up over her head.
Hockey and skating and this woman. It was a deadly combination, and when she ground against me, I was ready to explode in my pants.
“You are incredible,” I said, lifting up her T-shit and practically drooling at the sight of those perfect tits in her sports bra. “Fuck, I need you.”
She pulled the bra over her head and tossed it into the passenger seat. “Then take me,” she said, lifting off my lap and hovering above me. “Because I’m yours.”
My cock surged as I unbuttoned my jeans. Tilting my hips, I pushed them down my thighs. I was already straining my boxers, and my balls ached as I buried my face in her tits. I bit one nipple, then the other, loving the sound of her gasps.
“You better be ready. I need to fuck you.” I growled as she tugged my hair, sending a tingle down my spine.
She leaned on me and used one hand to shimmy her leggings down. “Then it’s a good thing I forgot to wear panties.”
I palmed her ass, my eyes rolling back. God, it would be a miracle if I lasted two minutes.
With a groan, I slid one finger inside her, making her cry out. Then I quickly added a second. “You’re so needy and wet. Look at you.”
She ground down against my hand, making her tits bounce in my face. Fuck, this really would be fast. I’d have to get her off first, because once I was inside her, I would be done for.
I rubbed her clit with my thumb, slowly fucking her with my fingers.
“Cole,” she pled. “Please. I need you.”
“You need my cock, don’t you, wifey?”
She threw her head back, her chest heaving. “Yes. Yes. I need it.”
“So greedy.” I hissed. “We’ve come a long way from being scared it wouldn’t fit.”
She laughed, but the sound quickly turned to a moan. “What can I say? I’m a size queen now. I need my husband’s big, thick cock.”
She tightened around my fingers, sending a surge of pure heat through me. With one nipple between my teeth, I tugged. God, she had gone from timid to so deliciously dirty in a matter of weeks. “That’s my good girl. It does fit perfectly. This cock was made for you, wifey. Now come on my fingers so I can fuck you hard after.”
She nodded, picking up her pace. Within seconds, she was shaking. God damn. This was my favorite thing. Watching my wife come.
As I applied more pressure to her clit, her leg muscles tightened and her pussy spasmed. She was bouncing and yelling and—what was that?
I paused and held my breath. Had the car been moving?
Above her labored breathing, there was a strange huff.
Willa gripped my shoulders. “Why did you— Ahh ,” she screamed.
Heart racing, I hugged her close to my chest. “What the fuck?”
On the passenger side of the car, a massive moose was leering, head bent so we could see one black eye and a big rack of antlers.
“Is that a fucking moose?”
She pulled back and studied the creature. “It’s licking the salt off the front of your car.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me. How do we get rid of it?”
It nudged the car, making the whole thing rock.
“Jesus.”
“Relax,” she said, giving my shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “It will walk away.”
“Have you seen my car? It’s covered in salt. We could be here all day.” I reached around her and leaned on the horn.
She jumped, but the moose was unbothered. Fucking beast.
“They need the nutrients in the winter,” Willa explained with a small smile. “That’s why they go for the salt.”
She climbed off me and leaned over to look out the back window, sending panic through me. I grasped her and pulled her back to me, squeezing my eyes shut.
“There’s a scar on his flank. Looks like Clive,” she said, as if that made this all better somehow.
Clutching her closer, I asked, “What if I start the car?”
“Don’t. If you spook him, then he could cause a lot of damage. Look at the antlers.”
I didn’t want to examine the damn moose or his antlers. I wanted him gone. Better yet, I wanted him dead.
“It is hunting season?” I asked. “I need to shoot that fucker.”
“Why?” She pulled back and slid over to the passenger seat.
“Because he saw your tits. The fucking moose got an eyeful of my wife.”
She chuckled. “Cole, he’s a moose. Chill.”
I shook my head, shaking from the built-up testosterone flowing through me. “We could mount his head above the fireplace.”
She pulled her shirt back on. Again, this kept getting worse. “You can’t hurt Clive. That’s not how things work in this town.”
I sat up and grasped the back of her neck, pulling her face to mine. “These tits belong to me. No one gets to see them.”
She studied my face, her eyes moving over every inch, before bursting into laughter. Wild, uncontrollable laughter.
And then I started laughing too. The entire thing was beyond ridiculous. I had been cock-blocked by a moose. It was the kind of ridiculous thing that could only happen in this crazy-ass town.
“He’s a fucking menace,” I said, hiccupping.
“I swear he’s evil,” she agreed, wiping the tears from her eyes before kissing me again.
“But there’s no one I’d rather be stuck in a car with.”