Epilogue
KINGSTON
My wife was working at the kitchen table again.
Delta had an entire craft room. It was upstairs along with our kids’ bedrooms. But she liked to work at the kitchen table. She said it made her feel like she was part of things.
Kinsley, seven, and Brielle, five, would be at school right now. They’d barely started elementary school, and they already had so many friends’ birthday parties and ballet lessons, I was surprised my wife kept up with it all. But my wife of eight years was amazing.
“I came home for lunch,” I announced as I closed the cabin door behind me.
We’d moved into this place on the pond when we were expecting our first child. My two-bedroom cabin would have been fine for a while, but Delta had already started her online shop by then, and she needed an extra bedroom for supplies.
“Just finishing up these custom orders,” she said. But when she looked up, her eyes widened and a smile slowly spread over her face. “You picked up tacos.”
I held up the bag. My smile widened too, mostly because just looking at her lightened my mood. That bright, smiling face always cheered me up. She wore an oversized T-shirt and yoga pants—nothing fancy—but she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
“I figured you’ve been working hard,” I said. “You probably need a break.”
She stood up and took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “You can say that again. The gift shop needed twenty bracelets and ten necklaces for the upcoming rush.”
Ski season was about to begin, and the whole town was gearing up for things to get crazier than usual. The town was busy year-round, but it was slammed in the winter months.
Delta headed to the kitchen for some paper plates. I set the bag of food in the center of the table and followed her, grabbing forks and napkins.
“Remember our TV tray days?” I asked with a laugh as we settled into our seats.
“Yeah, those days are long gone,” she said. “I kind of like family time, although I do miss our days of having sex on the couch.”
“We make good use of the bathroom counter,” I reminded her.
“How could I forget? Plus the shower.”
“And the passenger seat of the SUV,” I added.
Last week, Delta brought me lunch and we took a drive up the mountain, found a scenic spot, and had a little dessert after finishing our sandwiches. I started to get worked up just remembering it.
And that was the truth. I needed to think about something else. The last thing I wanted was to show back up at work with a boner.
“You know,” she said as she unwrapped her second taco. I was already midway through my second. “We should be able to finish these tacos pretty quickly. How long do you have before you need to be back at work?”
I glanced at the clock. “Twenty minutes. But I told them I might be a little late getting back.”
Her eyebrows arched as she looked at me. Yeah, she knew I had something extra in mind. My wife knew me better than anyone, and she loved me more than I ever thought it was possible to be loved. The feeling was mutual.
“Twenty minutes is plenty of time,” she said. “Just looking at you, I’m ready to go.”
She was giving me those eyes again as she finished off her second taco. I’d bought ten—mostly because that had been the lunchtime deal they offered—but we could keep the remaining six as leftovers.
“Follow me,” she said.
She shoved her chair back with a loud scrape and pulled off her T-shirt as she walked toward the bedroom. I took one look at the mess on the table and vowed to clean it up afterward. Then, I followed my wife to the bedroom.
She was on the bed, struggling to get out of her leggings, pulling them down along with her underwear. That left only her bra—a sports bra that she quickly removed while watching me.
I stood in the doorway, not moving, just admiring my beautiful wife. She was all curves and softness. I could lose myself in her for hours.
I didn’t want to wait any longer. I had to go get my woman.
I crossed the room, removing my shirt as I approached the bed. I stood next to it as I took off the rest of my clothes, only climbing on top of her once I was naked.
We hadn’t even bothered to pull back the sheets. We’d make love right here on top of them, the door wide open, enjoying having the whole house to ourselves for a change.
“I love you,” I said, looking down at her.
A smile slowly spread over her face. “I love you too. Now, fuck me like you mean it.”
Like I meant it. I always fucked her like I meant it. But we’d been doing a lot of the romantic stuff lately. Maybe that was because we were always trying to be quiet. Today, I’d show her what I’d been fantasizing about doing for the past couple of months.
“Turn over,” I said.
The look of surprise that spread over her face was no surprise to me. I didn’t miss the way her lips twitched like she was fighting a smile. She knew what I was up to, and she liked it.
We both rearranged, with her getting on all fours. It had been a while since we’d done this position—okay, maybe just a couple of months. She liked the way it rubbed her just the right way as I moved in and out of her. It was the only way I could make her come without touching her. Or without her touching herself.
I ran my hands over her ass, then up her back. She let out a sigh. She was still being quiet. It had become a habit over the past few years, ever since Kinsley was born. It didn’t matter—I’d have her screaming by the time I was through.
I stroked my shaft as I nudged it gently inside her. Not deep, just enough to feel how wet she was.
“Fuck, baby,” I said. “You feel so good. I can’t wait to slide inside that tight pussy.”
I didn’t bother to keep my voice down. That would remind her she was free to make as much noise as she wanted.
“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder at me. “Fuck me hard.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. I slid in deep, groaning at how good it felt. I was at home with her surrounding me. Nothing on earth felt better. And the sight of her looking back at me was enough to make me come on the spot. But I held it together, thinking about work, the guys on the crew—anything but how damn good she felt.
“Like that,” she said. “Oh yeah, that’s perfect.”
I was getting the right angle. But I’d just started. She hadn’t seen anything yet.
I closed my eyes and gripped her ass, savoring the feel of her curves under my fingertips. The slick noises of me sliding in and out of her wet heat filled the air, making it tough to keep my mind on anything else. Especially when those sounds mixed with the slap of my body against hers and her breathy moans.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she cried, throwing her head back. “Oh yes, oh yes. That feels so good.”
I saw her arm move and knew she was touching herself, adding to the way my cock rubbed against her just right. Getting herself there faster.
Sure enough, within seconds, she was screaming. Not just a gasp—an actual shriek. The neighbors might have even heard, for all I knew. I didn’t give a fuck. Nobody would be home at this hour, and if they were, they’d be cheering us on.
Knowing she was in the throes of her orgasm gave me permission to let go, and I did exactly that. Thrusting faster and faster, letting myself feel everything. It helped that her walls were still squeezing me, pulsing, tightening, releasing, tightening again. It effectively drove me right over the edge.
The noise I made as my orgasm overtook me rivaled hers. Fuck the neighbors—they’d deal with it.
Once I’d pumped the last of my seed into her, we collapsed onto the pillows, my arms wrapped around her as I held her close.
“I don’t want to leave now,” I said. “Can we just lie here all day?”
That was the bad thing about a nooner. It made it hard to go back to work.
She laughed. “I don’t think your boss would like that, and I have to get those orders down the mountain.”
“But it’s Friday,” I said. “You know what that means.”
Friday night was family night. We’d eat pizza, then veg in front of the TV, watching a kid-friendly movie. And once both kids were in bed, we’d switch to something we actually wanted to watch.
“Thanks for falling in love with a quirky woman,” she said, looking up at me.
“Are you kidding?” I tightened my hold on her, and she nuzzled her face into my chest. “You’re the most unique, intriguing, fascinating, beautiful, sexy woman I’ve ever met.”
She laughed. “That’s a lot of adjectives.”
“A lot of adjectives for a woman who deserves them.”
We both had smiles on our faces as we got dressed and headed out of the bedroom. Yes, coming home for lunch had been a smart move. And as we cleared the table so she could finish using it as her desk, I gave her one last kiss.
“See you in a few hours,” she said. “Maybe we’ll sneak into the shower in the morning. I have a feeling I’m going to want you again by then.”
Now she was speaking my language. As I headed back to work, I realized I was already working on another hard-on. When you were in love with a woman like Delta, it was hard to ever get enough.
A grumpy lumberjack meets his match with a curvy diner waitress in Burly Lumberjack, the next book in the Sexy Lumbersnacks series. Get it here.