Bonus Scene
IN THE TRUCK…
Willow
We don’t make it home.
He knew we wouldn’t. But then again, neither did I.
I chose this dress for a reason. The one he mentioned over a week ago was his favorite, in that gruff, off-hand way of his that means as much as he likes it, he’d like it even better on the floor.
Halfway up the mountain, there’s a pullout where the trees open up, and the whole valley spills out below. We usually drive right past it, but tonight I have other plans.
My hand slides up Cal’s thigh. Rough on his clean, new jeans that he wore for me. For us and this special night that we celebrate every single year without fail.
At first, our friends thought we were crazy for wanting to recognize such a dark time when Ronnie Hatch tried to…well, when he tried to ruin me. But the truth is, why wouldn’t we celebrate it?
After all, it was because of those very specific set of circumstances that my mountain grump protector stepped in and saved me. Although he still insists that I’m the one who saved him.
Either way, this whole crazy, amazing life we share together is because of that dart game, no matter how messed up it was, and Cal winning it.
Which is why I let him win tonight.
I always let him win.
Because when he wins, I win.
When my hand reaches the hard bulge between Cal’s legs, and I squeeze, he hisses in a breath, and as I planned, he pulls off the road where we can look out on the valley below and the stars that are just starting to pop against the late summer night sky.
“Cal Reeves.” I’m grinning. “We are five minutes from home.”
“That’s five minutes, too fucking far,” he growls and cuts the engine, turning to face me. “Besides, I won the game, and I told you we weren’t going to make it home, darling.”
“So impatient.” But I’m already unbuckled and climbing across the bench seat, my hands reaching for his zipper as he pushes the seat back as far as it goes.
“I’m not the only impatient one,” he hisses as my hand reaches into his pants and wraps around his hard cock, setting it free from the denim. “Dammit, woman.”
“Mmm.” I stroke the length of him and lick my lips in anticipation. “What were you saying about patience?”
His hand reaches for me, gripping my hip and pulling me across the space, so I’m straddling his lap. I release his dick long enough to lift my skirt as I settle against him.
“Fuck.” The word is little more than a growl. “Where are your panties?”
I shrug and flip my hair back over my shoulder, thrusting my tits out. “They just get in the way.”
“No arguments here.” He grips my hips and pulls me down hard against him. The groan that slips from my lips is pure desire. “You’re so wet for me.”
“Always.”
It’s true.
Even after four kids and ten years, there’s never a moment that goes by where I don’t want my husband with a desperation that borders on insanity. I hope it never changes.
“So…” I lean in and kiss his neck. “Anything you want, huh?” I nip and bite my way down to the collar of his shirt. “After all, you won fair and square.”
“What I want is my wife.” His grip tightens, his cock rubbing over my clit, stoking the fire within me. “Right here in my truck, on my mountain where the whole valley can hear her scream when I make her come.”
I don’t bother trying to hold back my groan.
“You like that idea, darling?” He grinds me harder against him until my juices are dripping down my legs. I’m so ready for him to be inside me. “You like the idea of the whole valley hearing you scream for me?”
“Yes.” I lift myself, ready to take what I want, but he stops me.
“Yes, what?” His eyes flash as he turns the tables on me. “Tell me what you want, Willow.”
I drop my head back, the need inside me coiled so tight, I’m afraid I might burst. “Yes.” I give in. “I want the whole valley to hear me scream when you make me come.”
“Fuck yes you do.” He thrusts deep inside me. I gasp at his size, filling me so completely, it still takes my breath away.
His hands tug at my dress, pulling it down to expose my tits as he starts moving inside me, giving me no time to recover from the impaling.
His thumbs drag roughly over my nipples until I gasp.
“Yes,” he groans, before pulling the first one into his mouth and then turning his attention to the other.
“This is exactly what I want. My wife coming apart for me. Just like this.”
Easily, he pulls the sensations from me, and I ride his cock, using the force of his thrusts, to press into my clit until I’m sure I’m about to explode.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you’re about to lose control.”
My head falls back, and one big hand comes up to lightly hold me there as he continues to relentlessly fuck me. “That’s it, darling.” His voice is raw. “Scream for me. Scream as you come all over my cock.”
And then I do. Because there’s nothing else I can do.
My release is wild, loud, and intense, like they all are. I scream out his name, rattling the windows of the truck and no doubt scaring away any wildlife within miles as I take my release.
He’s right behind me, chasing my orgasm with one of his own. His cock pulses and twitches, filling me with his hot seed until we’re both spent, and I collapse in his arms, my head resting on his shoulder. He’s holding me so tight, I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, in time with my own.
“Congratulations on your win, Mr. Reeves.” My lips twitch up into a satisfied grin. “How many years in a row is that now?”
He sits me up so he can look in my eyes. I see the flash of mischief there, and I know he knows my secret. I’m not nearly as bad at darts as I like him to believe. But I also know he’ll never call me on it. We both like our anniversary tradition.
Cal strokes the side of my cheek with his thumb and holds my face still. “Willow, I’m a winner every single day as long as I have you.”
Up next…get ready to meet Sawyer. He’s stayed away from the mountain longer than the others.
Forced to return, he may just be the grumpiest mountain man yet.
Find out in Mountain Grump Soldier.
She was hired to put him back together. She started by running him over.