Chapter Two
Annie
Laughter floats through the woods, echoing off the tree trunks and instantly freezing me in place—arms wrapped around rough bark, Blaine’s cock buried deep inside me.
Stilling behind me, Blaine feathers his lips over my ear. “You better be quiet.”
He drags his hips back and plunges into me again.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out as pleasure courses through my body, the head of his cock dragging against that perfect spot and hitting just right.
The bark abrading my cheek with each thrust.
Christ, I love when he is like this.
Totally unleashed.
Not the stuffy, uptight, billionaire tycoon he has to be do keep Schroeder Outdoors at the top of the Fortune 50 list each year, but who he really is at his heart. The boy born and raised in the Northwoods of Wisconsin. The one who never thought he would leave, but somehow, managed to build an empire out of nothing more than an idea for a store that would provide high-end outdoor equipment to people like him—who live for this.
This is what I want for him.
This kind of freedom.
This kind of joy.
And seeing him like this only makes me love him more.
He swirls his fingers against my clit as he resumes his driving rhythm, designed to push me over the edge harshly and quickly, since we don’t know when we’re going to have company. Maybe coming to the lake wasn’t the brightest idea, but after watching him, I couldn’t wait until we got back to the house to have him fill me.
That’s how it’s been lately…
A burning desire.
A desperate need.
A requirement that he get inside me and stay there.
Today is no different. If anything, seeing him like that only makes the craving stronger.
Each snap of his hips, every press of his lips, the light graze of his teeth along my neck and collarbone all ignite the low heat in my core, signaling my oncoming orgasm.
I squeeze around him with every retreat, letting him drill it home with each thrust. He grunts and pushes harder and faster, pummeling me, pressing me against the rough tree bark that bites into my cheek—but I don’t give a fuck if I’m scraped up from this.
I’ll wear it as a badge of honor.
His mark on me.
My orgasm finally hits, exploding like bright fireworks against the night sky. Flashes and sparks of pleasure coursing through me, making my hips buck wildly as he continues to plow into me relentlessly, until he grunts and empties himself in hot spurts.
Blaine stills against me and I sag to the tree, only his strong arm wrapped around my waist keeping me upright. He brushes his lips over my ear. “I love you, woman.”
I swallow thickly through my dry throat. “I love you, too, my sexy lumberjack.”
More laughter floats down the path, and my eyes fly open.
“I think we’re about to have company.”
He chuckles, his warm bare chest rumbling against my back. “I think you’re right. We better get in the water before anybody catches us.”
“Then they’re just going to catch us skinny-dipping…”
“So?” He shrugs and steps back, pulling out of me.
I groan and my pussy clenches at the loss.
He retreats, toes off his boots, and shucks his jeans, tossing them on the rocky beach next to the lapping lake water. “Come on, babe. Quick.”
Footsteps and voices trickle toward us—much closer than before.
Shit.
I peel myself off the tree, turn, and kick off my shoes, forcing myself to break free from the post-orgasmic haze I would rather linger in for a while.
Branches crack and dry leaves crunch along the trail.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
They’ll be here any second now.
As quickly as my wobbly legs will work, I pull my jeans free, then grasp the hem of my shirt and tug it off, too. Rushing toward the lake, I unhook my bra and toss it, just as my toes hit the water.
“Fuck, that’s cold.”
Blaine laughs, the sound echoing out across the glassy surface. He retreats farther, deep enough he can sink down up to his neck, and I race forward, practically throwing myself at him as the voices grow louder.
He catches me and tugs me up against him, kissing me deeply, his tongue gliding along my lips, demanding entry. I open for him as I wrap my legs around his waist, only my thong preventing his still-hard cock from slipping back inside me again.
“Oh, shit.” The voice comes from behind us. “Umm…”
I pull away from Blaine and glance over my shoulder to find Jax and my new friend Raelynn standing just outside the tree line staring at us.
Jax grins. “Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was down here.”
Blaine looks at him and smirks. “If you had shown up a minute earlier, you would’ve had a much better show.”
Gasping, I smack him on the shoulder. “Stop it.”
Blaine waggles his eyebrows at me playfully. “It’s true…”
Raelynn and Jax laugh, and she waves at me. “Hi, Annie.”
I wave back at her. “Hi.”
Blaine raises an eyebrow. “You know her?”
I nod. “We were chatting during the chopping competition.”
And commenting on how hot as hell it was watching Blaine and Jax go to town on those logs.
That part… I keep to myself.
Though seeing Jax and Raelynn together makes my heart swell. The way she focused on him swinging that axe, I had hoped they’d connect and end up in a similar position Blaine just had me in, and, given the glow in her cheeks and their entwined hands, I think that’s where they probably came from.
Jax motions over his shoulder. “We’re going to head back. Didn’t mean to interrupt, but just so you know, you may have some more company. There’s another twenty minutes before the next competition. There may be people wandering down this way.” He looks at our clothes strewn across the beach. “Do you want me to bring you guys some towels?”
Blaine shakes his head. “We’ll figure it out. You have enough to do keeping the event organized.”
I nod my agreement, fighting a grin. “Though, it’s clearly rigged…”
Jax raises a dark brow, his blue eyes flashing with concern. “What do you mean?”
Running my fingers through Blaine’s thick hair, I offer a shrug. “Well, Blaine clearly kicked your ass in the chopping competition, but I saw you came in first.”
A slow smirk curls Jax’s lips. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, sweetheart.”
Raelynn smacks him on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s go before you two get into some other sort of macho prove-I’m-the-stronger-man displays.”
They retreat, offering a wave before disappearing into the trees again, leaving us alone at the pristine lake nestled in the woods.
Blaine gives me a gentle kiss, squeezing his arms tightly around me. “I appreciate you standing up for me, babe, but Jax definitely beat me.”
I chuckle against his mouth. “I know. I just like giving him shit because he’s such a nice guy and would never cheat.”
“No, he wouldn’t.” He shakes his head. “But I’ll get him in the next competition. You know sawing is my best event.”
Raising my hand out of the water, I rock it side to side. “I don’t know. I feel like fucking is your best event.”
He growls low. “Oh, really?”
“Yes, definitely.”