Page 136 of Rough and Rugged

She nods. “I can try.”

I chuckle against her warm skin, swirling my fingertip around her clit. “So… that’s a no?”

Pressing her palms against the tree, she glances back at me. “If we get arrested, you think you’d be able to buy us our way out of any charges?”

Grinding my cock against her ass, I nip at her collarbone. “I’ll throw a few billion at them and see if it helps.”

She gasps. “Good because I can’t wait.”

I bite down harder. “Me, either.”

Annie grasps the waistband of her pants and shoves them down. I pull my hand away and unbutton and unzip my jeans, pushing them down to my thighs and freeing my cock. She reaches behind her and wraps her palm around it.

I groan into her ear as she strokes me.

Bucking in her hand, I grit my teeth. “Fucking hell, Annie.”

Her thumb brushes over me, spreading the bead of pre-cum and making it slick as her pussy was against my fingers only moments ago. I issue another low growl, clutch her hips, and angle them toward me. Pulling myself free from her grip, I glide the head through her arousal. She arches for me, giving me better access, and I thrust up into her hard, driving myself deep in one swift motion.

“Fuck.” The word tumbles from her lips on a panted breath.

I drag my hips back and plunge into her again.

Her hands wrap around the tree trunk, and I set a punishing rhythm. The thought that anyone could come walking down the path toward the lake at any time or be out on their boat and witness me fucking my wife against this pine like an animal only sets me off more.

She moans and squeezes her eyes closed, and I clench my jaw against the desire to blow my load inside of her already.

Annie absolutely destroys me.

Makes me want to be a better man.

A better husband.

And coming out and doing things like this with her only drive that point home.

I push into her again and again, bottoming out deep inside her, and I reach around with my right hand and find her slick clit. She bucks against my fingers, and I roll them, giving her the friction she needs to achieve that pinnacle we’re both chasing.

Every thrust of my hips, every arch of hers, in perfect rhythm that we’ve always found together.

Whether we’re in bed.

On the back patio.

In an elevator at my office.

It doesn’t matter.

Anywhere.

It’s always like this, and doing it out here only confirms the very thing I knew the day I met Annie Davenport—this was fate.

Chapter Two

Annie

Laughterfloatsthroughthewoods, 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.”

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