Page 17 of Untamed Mountain Man

She nodded and looked back over her shoulder. “No police force means we could probably get away with this. The worst thing that could happen is someone would pull in here and see us.”

That was unlikely. We were near the top of the mountain, down a secluded gravel road that most people didn’t know about. Eventually, it would be developed, but for now, we could enjoy some time to ourselves in peace.

Macy must have decided it was safe because she pulled off her shirt and unbuttoned her shorts. I didn’t wait around for her, though. I jumped into the water, reminding myself as it chilled me to the bone that it was nothing like that first time. My body temperature would definitely lower enough that I’d get used to it.

“It’s so nice to have a night off,” she said as the water sloshed behind me.

She’d waded in, and when I turned, I found her naked, that perfect body making me ache to touch her. My erection had been growing since even before we finished our meal. Just knowing what we were going to do tonight had gotten me hard long before I saw her naked.

“We both work too hard,” I said.

That was true. And with the kids, we definitely had our hands full. Macy ran a bakery with some other women who’d been part of the national baking competition that weekend five years ago. Seduction Summit Sweets, it was called, and it was beyond thriving. They had so many orders, they finally hired a crew of teenagers to help out after school and on weekends. Soon they’d be hiring their first full-time employee, a manager who would help run the day-to-day operations.

“Didn’t some famous person say if you love what you do, you never work a day in your life?” Macy asked.

I nodded. “I love what I do, but it still feels like work.”

She waded toward me, using her arms like oars to move her along again, just like she’d done that first night. I smiled at the memory.

“You know, there’s something we couldn’t do that first night,” she said.

“What’s that?” I asked, gripping my cock with my right hand. She wouldn’t see what I was doing underwater, but it felt necessary to keep things under control.

“We never finished that game of Marco Polo,” she said.

Crap, I’d forgotten all about that. It was fun, but a game wasn’t really what I had in mind.

“I was dying to find you so I couldaccidentallytouch you.” I emphasized the word “accidentally” to make sure she knew it would have been anything but. “Then you ducked underwater and let out that scream?—”

“It was hardly a scream,” she interrupted. “But yeah, it was quite a shock. Thanks for reminding me, though. I was thinking this was cold, but this is like a hot tub in comparison to that.”

I would hardly say that. But if she came over here and warmed me up a little, I wouldn’t argue.

“I’ll tell you what,” she said. “Close your eyes and turn around, and I’ll surprise you.”

I liked the sound of that, so I didn’t argue. I just slammed my eyes closed and turned around, smiling as I thought about the life we’d built together. I never could have imagined, meeting her in that lift ticket building all those years ago, that within months we’d be sharing my cabin up in the mountains as she and her friends pulled together the money necessary to start their own bakery.

And she’d changed my life in other ways. Marrying her had changed local opinions of me, but it wasn’t like I cared all that much what they thought. Soon after meeting her, I’d strode right into Rosie’s Diner, head held high, with Macy by my side. Having her with me had given me the confidence I needed to ignore the stares of locals.

These days, they didn’t stare at all. And the old-timers were so outnumbered by newcomers anyway, it wasn’t like it mattered. I was free to roam the town without worrying about whispers and glares.

The slosh of water behind me told me Macy was swimming around. I was tempted to turn and look, but no, I had to keep my eyes closed. It was part of the game.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my thigh. It would have freaked me out, but I knew my wife’s touch all too well. That was Macy’s hand.

Her other hand landed on my opposite thigh, but I kept my eyes closed. She was in front of me. I could feel the water moving around my legs. Suddenly, though, she broke through the water’s surface, and my eyes popped open as I saw her standing in front of me, those hands that had just been on my thigh wiping water away from her eyes.

“Fuck, that’s still cold,” she said.

“Come here, and I’ll warm you up.”

I had my arms around her, pulling her toward me before her eyes were even open. But they popped open as her hands went to my upper arms.

She smiled up at me. “I was going to take you in my mouth under there, but I ran out of breath. I could do it again, though.”

I opened my mouth to protest. But before I could, she took a deep breath and dropped down into the water.

Oh, fuck. She was actually going to do this.

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