Page 109 of Good Vibes Only
“I want you so bad,” I growled in her ear.
“I am all yours.”
She hopped onto her desk, her legs tightly wrapping around my waist, and pulled me in close. She was ready for me, and we both let out a sharp gasp as my cock glided right into her hot and sweltering pussy.
“I love you so much, McKayla,” I said, as I rocked in and out of her velvet grip.
“I love you, Brett,” she whispered back, her eyes locked on mine.
Epilogue
McKayla
Three years later.
The steady crunching of rocks beneath my hiking boots slowed as we trudged higher, my breath coming in ragged gasps. After nearly four and a half miles—and a 2,000-foot elevation gain—each step was a challenge, and my legs ached and strained. It started to feel like we wouldnevermake it to the top.
I stopped, needing a break. With my hands on my knees, I hung my head.
But, as always, Brett was right behind me, lifting my spirits with his unwavering support.
“You’recrushingit, babe,” he said, standing beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
Still wanting for air, I eked out a laugh. “Me?”
Sure, he was a professional athlete—but the boy wasloaded up like a pack mule, with all our camping gear strapped to his back, and yet he never seemed to tire.
“Yeah,you,” he said sincerely, flashing the handsome smile that captured my heart three years ago. “You know how many wives would even do this? Not many,” he bristled. “You’re so fuckin’ tough, babe. And I respect the hell out of you for it.”
Aw.
“Besides,” he said, gesturing up the trail, “I think the summit’s just ahead.”
“Think so?”
“Yup.” He passed me the water bottle. “Here you go, babe.”
I drank, quenching my thirst.
“You’re so sweet,” I said.
We took a moment, hand in hand, to appreciate the stunning view before us: a lush aspen forest, a stream running along the hiking trail, and majestic Mt. Meeker looming in the distance, its snow-covered peaks contrasting against the brilliant blue sky. Yet it was the view standing right in front of me that I found even more inspiring: Brett, shirtless, looked like a god, his skin bronzed by the mountain sun, muscles glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.Damn, I was a lucky gal—my husband was a hottie!
And he noticed me giving him the eye, too. “What?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Nothing. I’m just thinking about earlier,” I teased with a wink.
Earlier today—somewhere around the first mile of our hike—a whim possessed me, and I pulled Brett off the hiking path. Making our way through the pines, we found a secluded spot behind a giant boulder, looking out over the rocky valley below. I pushed Brett up against the boulder, pulled down his shorts, and dropped to my knees. A thrill was still racing in my heart as he finished deep in my throat.
“Damn,” Brett growled, knowing exactly what I was referring to. “You’re so sexy, babe.”
He pulled me in for a kiss. His juicy lips were full of passion, his greedy hands groping my ass—and I knew, if we weren’t careful, we mightnotmake it to the summit before night fell …
Reinvigorated, I broke from his grasp and kept climbing. “C’mon! We’re almost there!”
Grumbling with thick desire, he followed closely behind me.
Thankfully, Brett was right. Our destination was just ahead, and we reached Sandbeach Lake, a pristine lake beach nestled atop the mountain, just a minute or two later.
