Epilogue
EVE
“ Do you think they’ll notice we’re gone?” I asked as I followed my husband up a winding path through the mountains.
“Nope,” he called back. “They’re all too busy swimming.”
We’d taken the kids to a pond the locals had nicknamed Lumberjack Cove. We were there with Hayden’s friends’ wives and kids. That meant four other people were around to keep an eye on the younger swimmers while we snuck away.
“I’m pretty sure they know what we’re doing,” I said as Hayden stopped in front of a tree and looked around.
He was checking to make sure we were still alone. There wasn’t a chance of that. I hadn’t so much as heard a twig pop since we’d started walking up this hill. But that was my husband. Always vigilant, no matter where we were.
He shifted his gaze back to me, that heat stronger than ever. How was it possible we’d been married almost a full decade and he still looked at me that way? I knew that heat was a combination of lust and deep love, and both only got stronger every time we saw each other.
Most of the time, the kids got in the way of the lust part of it. But they were growing up with two parents who loved each other very much, and that mattered more than anything to me.
Hayden leaned toward me, and I was more than happy to make up the rest of the distance, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him down toward me for a long, slow kiss. We’d made love just that morning, before the kids were up, but having seven- and five-year-old boys in the house meant we had to be fast. And quiet.
My hands began roaming seconds after we started kissing. I moved them over his chest and down toward his stomach, keeping the kiss going but tilting my body back to allow access.
He wore only swim trunks and tennis shoes, while I had on a one-piece bathing suit and sandals. Neither of us was dressed for hiking, but hiking wasn’t what we planned to do right now.
I slid my hand beneath the elastic waistband of his trunks and found him fully erect. Hard as steel. I smiled against his mouth as I ran my hand up and down, sliding my pinky over his tip, then going back down again.
He groaned against my mouth, but he wanted to touch too. His fingers were already fumbling with the straps of my swimsuit, tugging them down my arms. His hands went straight to my breasts, sending heat straight to my pussy.
It was more about how much he loved touching me than the touch itself. I’d given birth to our two kids at a young enough age that my body sprang back pretty decently, but I knew things weren’t as perky as they once were.
Hayden didn’t mind, though. If anything, he loved my body more because our beautiful children had come from it.
Finally, he pulled back, moving just enough to put his mouth close to my ear, and said, “Turn around. Put your hands on that tree.”
I almost laughed at how much it sounded like police orders, but that made it sexy too. I sucked in a breath and turned, feeling his arms go around me as my palms flattened against the rough wooden surface in front of me.
One of his hands cupped my breast while the other moved over my stomach, shoving the fabric of my swimsuit down the rest of the way until it reached my thighs. I took it from there, moving my legs until I’d shimmied it down far enough for it to fall to the ground. Then I stepped out of it, making sure to spread my legs slightly.
Immediately, his hand moved downward, one finger sliding inside me. He let out a groan—no doubt discovering how wet I was. He’d done that to me. From the second he suggested we go for a walk with that mischievous glint in his eye, I’d been turned on, and this ache would only get worse until he helped me satisfy it.
He moved his finger to my clit, starting that pattern he knew would get me there fast. I closed my eyes and gripped the tree as sensations overwhelmed me.
Being fucked against a tree—it was the very definition of adventurous. My fingers dug into the wood as pleasure rolled through my body. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, imagining him sliding that big cock into me, his hips thrusting as he raced toward orgasm.
That thought sent me over the edge, and with an exhale, I came. My hips moved just the way I’d imagined in my brief fantasy. I squeezed my eyes closed and rode out every second of the sensations. My grip only loosened on the tree once they subsided.
I opened my eyes and straightened, slapping my hands together to dislodge any wood particles. Then I turned and found him shoving his trunks down to his thighs.
He planned to slide into me, but I had other plans for him. With a sly smile, I lowered myself to my knees, savoring the feel of the cool grass beneath me. It was hot outside, but it was midmorning, so the dew from overnight had already dissipated.
I wrapped my hand around him at the same time my lips parted and I took him in as deep as I could. My blowjob research had paid off early on, but it only got better as I learned what my husband liked. He always preferred to come inside me, but it was pretty easy to convince him to come in my mouth. That was exactly what I planned to do.
I looked up at him as I made a zigzag pattern with my tongue along his shaft. His lids were heavy, his eyes closed, face tilted toward the tree. Oh yeah, he was definitely enjoying this.
I was so caught up in what I was doing, it startled me when he pulled back. With one look at me, he tugged me upward. He then pulled me toward him, his hands settling in the small of my back.
Once again, I gave in to the kiss, losing all sense of time and place. Then, suddenly, he lifted me, my legs wrapping around him. His left hand served as cushioning, so I didn’t even feel the hard bark against my skin.
Our lips met again as he thrust into me, going so deep I gasped against his mouth. He knew just the angle it took to get me going again. I’d insisted there was no way I’d be able to orgasm through intercourse, and he’d shown me I was wrong. It was all about the positioning.
I closed my eyes and held onto him, listening to the birds chirping above us and feeling the warm air against my skin. Was there anything hotter than sneaking away for a morning lovemaking session? I couldn’t think of anything.
Finally, I had to break the kiss so I could catch my breath. Or maybe we both broke it at the same time for the same reason. I wasn’t sure. I was so caught up in the moment, I couldn’t do anything but ride the sensations as my body moved toward that peak I knew was coming.
When it did, I squeezed his shoulders tighter, once again biting my lip to avoid crying out. He came just seconds after my pussy began contracting—tightening around his cock and squeezing him. A small sound escaped his throat—a strangled grunt that was a clear sign he was trying to stay quiet.
As soon as it was over, I became fully aware of the discomfort of the position. It had to have been worse for him. He had one hand against the tree and was holding up my weight with the other.
He pulled out and let me down gently, stepping back to pull up his swim trunks. “Fuck, that was awesome.”
I laughed. “Always is with you.”
“Yeah, but that was next level.”
“We’re going to have to do that more often. Maybe not up against a tree, though.”
“I was going to enter you from behind, but I got caught up in the moment.”
That was exactly what I thought he’d planned. It wasn’t the first time we’d made love standing up. In fact, we’d had more than a few sessions in our walk-in shower. But this was our first time making love standing up outdoors.
“We’d better get back to everyone,” he said as I retrieved my bathing suit and climbed back into it. “But we have to do this more often. We’re both so busy, we’ve forgotten about all our plans. Camping. Hiking. More camping…”
We’d camped for our first date. Our first everything. I’d never forget that. It was one of my most cherished memories. But he was right. We’d talked about camping with the kids, and we’d planned to do just that once they got older. But time had gotten away from us.
“You work outside all day, every day,” I said. “But yeah… me and the kids spend way too much time indoors.”
I was a business analyst for a company out of Atlanta. They let me work remotely, but I did have to fly to the main office every now and then. It was a small sacrifice to make to be able to be with the kids every day when they came home from school.
“Let’s do it,” I said, walking toward him, my bathing suit finally in place. “We’ll get one big tent for all of us.”
He shook his head. “No way. Two tents. A smaller tent for the boys and a big tent for us. I’m going to need a little alone time with you.”
As overprotective as I was, he obviously sensed how nervous that made me. He stepped forward, putting a hand on either of my shoulders.
“If it makes you feel better, we’ll put a motion sensor outside the boys’ tent,” he said. “If either of them steps out, it’ll alert us.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. We had a motion sensor in the hallway at home, mostly so neither of them surprised us while we were having some alone time after they went to bed. Our oldest, Daniel, went through a phase where he crept down the hall every time he got scared—usually when it stormed.
“I’m in,” I said, rising on tiptoe to give him a brief peck on the lips. “Let’s start planning.”
Fall was coming. Our tenth autumn together. It was my favorite time of year, and I couldn’t wait to spend it with my family, out in nature. Since I had a man who could start a fire like nobody’s business, I knew we’d be in good hands.
But then we were always in good hands with him around. He was not only the love of my life, but he was the best father imaginable. And he made our house a home.
I felt like the luckiest woman alive. And I never, for a minute, took it for granted.
How did Daisy and Axel meet? Get their love story in Wounded Mountain Man, the prequel to the Seduction Summit Trails series.