Page 8 of Jealous Mountain Man (Seduction Summit Trails #5)

LARSEN

T he two bare-chested men in front of me knew I was shooting video of them. That was obvious by the way they flexed.

It was almost funny. The two of them—my Uncle Ryan and my husband—were trying to out-lumberjack each other. It was unofficial, of course. Something the guys around here did to unwind after a long, hard day of work.

I stood in front of our SUV, shooting video for a full five minutes without either of them noticing. There was one big difference between today and eleven years ago. I had no intention of posting this online. No, this was for me and Aunt Gennie, Uncle Ryan’s wife.

I nearly drooled as I watched my husband pull the axe way up in the air and hurl it toward the tree stump in front of him.

When he was finished, Uncle Ryan stepped up to stand next to him.

They were discussing something. As I watched, trying to figure out what was happening, they suddenly turned and looked at me, both waving.

I straightened, tapping the screen to stop recording. They were used to me and my camera. In fact, I’d turned each of the loggers into a Man of the Month at some point. One of them—Rafe—had gone viral and attracted more than a few women to town looking for him.

But these days, I’d shifted from being a book influencer to a mom influencer. My “frugal mom” posts had taken off, and I now made a full-time living off paid sponsorships and ads.

“You going to cut our heads off before you share it with the world?” Uncle Ryan asked with a teasing smile.

I shook my head. “Nobody’s seeing this but me and Aunt Gennie.”

“Yeah, she’s more likely to share what we had for lunch than our log-off,” Enzo said.

“Your husband’s still got it,” Uncle Ryan said.

I smiled. “Don’t I know it.”

He was talking about Enzo’s axe skills, but I was referring to the spark that still existed between us, stronger than ever even after eleven years.

Twelve years, technically, since we’d been engaged for eight months before we headed off to our destination wedding in Costa Rica.

That had been the start of an adventurous life together, although we stayed on the safer side now that we traveled with the kids.

“Gotta go get the kids from their party,” Enzo said to Uncle Ryan. “See you tomorrow, bright and early.”

“Bright and early,” Uncle Ryan said.

My uncle was spending a lot more time with the logging crew these days, now that his moonshine distillery pretty much ran itself. I helped out occasionally when they were shorthanded, and even Enzo had gotten in on that action. He was far better at moonshine tastings than I was.

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.”

The tone of his voice said it all. The possibility of being caught was part of the adventure. We’d done this many times in our marriage, but not for a while. Not since the birth of our oldest daughter.

My heart was racing as I navigated to the end of the row and pulled into a parking space. I looked around, shifted into park, and took my foot off the brake.

Enzo was already reaching for his door handle, his seatbelt unbuckled. “Let’s get in the back. The windows are tinted, and we’ll have more room.”

“Good thinking.”

We didn’t know who was gathered up ahead making all that noise. The last thing I wanted to do was corrupt some innocent young mind who happened upon us.

Enzo had his pants undone by the time I was in the back seat. He wasn’t wasting a second. I still found myself glancing out the window, paranoid that someone might be watching. Not a person in sight—just rows and rows of vehicles.

I closed the door behind me and shifted my focus to my husband, savoring the heat in his stare. His pants and underwear rested around his thighs, his cock standing straight up. Yeah, it was no mystery what he hoped would happen next.

I lifted up, jerking the skirt above my hips and revealing my bare lower body to my husband. One last glance around, then I leaned forward, wrapping my hand around his cock and licking my lips. I couldn’t wait to take him in my mouth—mostly because I knew how much he liked it.

No sound in this world made me as happy as the guttural moan Enzo gave when my lips wrapped around him and I took him deep—as deep as I could go. I began moving freely, using my hand and my lips to tease him until he threw his head back and closed his eyes.

His hand began running over my back, tugging up my dress and sliding it all the way up until he was touching my breast. Now it was my turn to moan as his fingers teased my nipple.

But before we could really get going, he used his other hand to pull me off him. Without a word, he gestured for me to come over to his seat. I was still climbing on top of him when I felt him yanking the dress upward, toward my head. He wanted me naked. He wanted to see my breasts as I rode him.

Again, I looked out the window. It was definitely tinted. There was no seeing inside—not unless you pressed your face to it. Nobody was going to do that. And besides, there still wasn’t a soul in sight. So I let him bare my breasts, right there in a packed parking lot at the top of the mountain.

Enzo’s eyes feasted on my naked body as I straddled him, lowering myself into position. As I sank onto him, his thumb went to my clit, stroking gently, while he tucked his head to run his tongue around my nipple.

I began moving slowly, our eyes meeting as he took my full nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it until I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He soon switched to the other breast as I barely moved on him, savoring every second.

“Oh,” I moaned as warmth spread through my body.

I was so wet for him. I’d wanted him for so long, my body began its rush toward orgasm in just a couple of minutes.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I nodded. “Keep going.”

“You feel so good. So tight and wet. I can’t wait to come inside you.”

Then he stopped talking and took my nipple in his mouth again. He moaned as he ran his tongue around it, but I was the one getting pleasure. I began moving faster and faster as his thumb increased its pace on my clit. Yes. This wouldn’t take long at all for either of us.

“Oh God,” I cried out. “Oh God. Fuck yes.”

And then I couldn’t speak at all as my orgasm rocked through me. Some part of me registered that I was gripping his shoulders even tighter as I threw my head back and gasped.

When I finally opened my eyes, I looked down to see him still staring at my breasts. He liked the way they bounced when I rode him.

So I flipped my hair back over my shoulder, then reached behind me, running my fingers over his balls. That forced his gaze back to my face, his eyes wide.

He liked that. So I kept it up, using my left hand to balance myself as I rode him, up and down. Soon, his gaze dropped again to my breasts, his hands cupping them, running his thumbs over my nipples. That was all for him. He liked touching me as much as I enjoyed being touched.

I looked around as I began moving faster, wondering if our motion was making the vehicle rock. But no, we were still completely alone. I had nothing to worry about. That freed me to bounce faster, harder.

His eyes drifted shut, and seconds later, he let out a grunt so loud, anyone immediately outside the van would’ve heard. Thank God nobody was out there. We could make all the noise we wanted.

“Oh fuck, that was awesome,” he said, pulling me toward him as he remained inside me.

I closed my eyes and smiled. I could stay like this forever.

“I’m going to have to pick you up from work more often,” I said.

“Or maybe swing by for a quick picnic lunch once a week or so. When you have a little extra time. You know what I could go for?”

I sat up and looked down at him, already missing his embrace. “What’s that?”

“A burger from the lodge. What do you say?”

“Only if we can get it to-go. I don’t want to spend an hour sitting in a restaurant. I’d rather be alone with you at home.”

“I like the way you think.” He smiled. “Let’s hop back in the front seat and get out of here.”

I looked around. On the other side of the parking lot, a couple was walking hand in hand, loaded down with food.

He was carrying a cooler, and she had a big tote bag on her arm.

Obviously, they’d been at the gathering up ahead.

They were still way too far away to see us, but I felt self-conscious, nonetheless.

“Let’s go before we get arrested,” he said, clearly seeing the same thing I was.

I grinned from ear to ear as I adjusted my dress and hopped back into the driver’s seat. “I just thought of another reason for us to get the food to-go.”

He’d already pulled out his phone and was preparing to call in our order, but now he stopped and looked over at me. “What’s that?”

“I’m not wearing any underwear,” I said. “That could get uncomfortable sitting in a restaurant.

“Especially if my hands start to wander.”

He smiled and gave me a wink. Then he dialed and started talking to the person who answered at the lodge restaurant.

I pulled out of the parking space, and we were on our way as the couple reached their car, which was in the row just behind ours. They didn’t even look in our direction, making me wonder why I’d been so worried about being spotted.

Nobody was paying a bit of attention to us. Everyone was in their own world. And that was the way I liked it. The way both of us liked it. We took all the privacy we could get in a small town like this.

Once the order was placed, I rolled down both windows and we blasted the music, singing all the way to the lodge. I felt like I was in my early twenties all over again, falling in love with this man.

It was just another day in our perfect life together.