Page 17 of Jealous Mountain Man
Or maybe it was just that he attracted more female tourists.
“What’s for dinner?” Enzo asked as he settled into the passenger seat of the SUV.
I’d dropped him off for work this morning because we’d originally planned to pick up our two daughters, aged seven and nine, at the elementary school end-of-year bash and take them to dinner. It was just easier without managing two vehicles. Little did Enzo know the plan had changed.
“Olivia and Amelia asked if they could sleep over at Arya and Audrey’s house.”
Arya and Audrey were Uncle Ryan and Aunt Gennie’s daughters. They were around the same age as our daughters. Sleepovers with all four of them were pretty common, whether it was at their house or ours.
“Funny,” Enzo said. “He didn’t mention it.”
“He doesn’t know yet.”
I shifted into reverse and backed out of the parking space. Uncle Ryan was already in his truck and waiting for us to move so he could get out.
“We have the night to ourselves,” I said.
“I like that. Let’s get dinner over with so we can get you naked.”
“I’m already naked under my clothes.”
That sounded ridiculous. Of course I was naked under my clothes.
“I mean, I’m not wearing any underwear,” I rushed to add.
I pulled onto the main road, heading up the mountain instead of toward our home. That made it clear what I had in mind.
“I thought we’d go check out Point of View for a few minutes,” I said. “It’s early on a Friday. We’ll probably have the whole place to ourselves. If not, we’ll find a more hidden spot.”
The point was, I wanted to get him alone somewhere that wasn’t our cabin. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his mouth spread into a slow smile.
“So, what exactly do you have in mind?” Enzo asked.
His left hand settled on my thigh, telling me he knew exactly what I had in mind. I wore a long sundress that came just below my knees, but he had no problem bunching up the fabric to pull it toward my aching pussy. Watching him chop wood had only further incentivized me to follow through on my plan.
When his hand began creeping up my bare thigh, I nearly swerved off the road. Yeah, I’d have to focus extra hard on driving if I wanted us to arrive safely. But I didn’t tell him to stop. No way would I do that.
“Spread your legs wider,” he said.
He was always telling me that. I had a bad habit of pressing my legs together in ladylike fashion. Actually, it was a good habit…except when it came time to get naked with my husband.
Within seconds, his fingertips reached the tops of my thighs, grazing my skin. I let out a sigh as a rush of moisture pooled between my legs.
My lips parted. This felt so good. I couldn’t wait to reach our destination.
When he moved his finger to my clit, a sound escaped my throat. Luckily, we were nearing the turnoff. I flipped on my turn signal, as if that would make us arrive faster. I just wanted to give in—to close my eyes and surrender to the sensations washing over me. But I had to divide my attention for the time being.
I was nearing orgasm by the time we arrived, but what I saw ahead put that on pause. The parking lot was packed, and noise filled the air. We couldn’t see where the crowd was, but there was definitely a crowd.
“We’ll go somewhere else,” I said, pressing the brake pedal and reaching for the gear shift.
My plan was to double back and find another spot. But Enzo put his other hand on top of mine where it rested on the gear shift.
“Park at the end of the row,” he said.
“We could get caught,” I blurted, mostly to myself.
“Yes, we could.”
