Page 6 of Mountain Man’s Corn Maze Cutie (Wildwood Valley Harvest #3)
CECELIA
T ime alone was rare these days. Now that the kids were in elementary school, it was easier, but still, just sitting in front of the fire alone had me doing a full-body sigh. Only one thing was missing.
My husband of ten years appeared soon enough, sliding through the corn stalks to our little secret hideaway. It wasn’t so secret anymore—plenty of people knew about it. Marc had even lit this campfire and sold s’more ingredients at a booth at the entrance to the corn maze.
But right now, on a random Tuesday night at the very end of the season, nobody was bothering us.
Especially since an unseasonable late October chill had settled into the area early, effectively killing business for the Harvest Market, which had now become a six-week-long, weekends-only festival called Harvest Fest.
“I thought I’d find you here,” he said.
“I guess you didn’t check your phone.” I smiled without taking my eyes off the fire. “I sent you a message.”
Join me . That was the full message. Immediately afterward, I’d sent a picture of the fire. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.
“I just talked to Blade,” Marc said. “The kids are all settled down for the night.”
Blade and Sienna had boys around our son’s age. These days, the kids spent almost every weekend together. They’d become fast friends, and we’d just started swapping off parenting duties on weekends, giving each couple some alone time. This was our night off.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, coming around to the chair next to me.
“You better.”
He settled into the seat, reaching over and taking my hand. These chairs were wider than usual. I’d even seen some of our younger customers squeeze two people onto the same chair. Marc was too big to fit in here next to me.
“I was just thinking about our first time together,” he said.
“My first time, period. I thought it couldn’t get any better. Even though it hurt, it was hot. And I came twice, remember?”
He chuckled. “How could I forget?”
I squeezed his hand. “It’s been a while since we’ve gotten naughty in a public place.” My thumb traced slow, lazy circles over his knuckles. “Not since that first night…right here in this maze.”
His grip tightened, his voice a growl. “You’re killing me.”
“Good. Because I’ve been thinking about your mouth on me all day.”
His dark eyes burned in the firelight. “Get over here.”
A thrill shot through me as I stood, stepping between his spread legs. His hands slid up my thighs, gripping my hips as I sank to my knees. Together, we worked his jeans and boxers down just enough, freeing his already-hard length.
I didn’t hesitate. I took him into my mouth, savoring the weight of him, the way his breath hitched as I swirled my tongue.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, fingers tangling in my hair. “Just like that.”
I worked him slowly, teasingly, until his thighs tensed and his grip tightened in warning. “Enough.”
I rose, breathless, and he wasted no time.
His hands were at my waist, yanking my jeans and panties down in one rough motion.
A shiver ran through me as the cool night air kissed my bare skin, but then his fingers were there, sliding inside me, curling just right.
My head fell back as I gasped, hips rocking against his touch.
“So wet for me,” he said, his other hand slipping between my thighs to circle my clit. “Always so fucking perfect.”
I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak—just trembled as he worked me with those wicked fingers, his mouth hot on my stomach, my hip, anywhere he could reach. And then he dropped lower, replacing his fingers with his tongue, licking and sucking until my legs shook and my fingers clenched in his hair.
“Marc—” I choked out, pleasure coiling tight before snapping, sending me over the edge with a cry.
Before I could even catch my breath, he was pulling me onto his lap, my jeans discarded somewhere in the grass. His hands gripped my hips as I sank onto him, both of us groaning at the delicious stretch.
“Ride me,” he ordered, voice thick with need.
So I did—slow at first, then faster, gripping his shoulders as he met every thrust. His hand went straight to the area where our bodies joined, stroking my clit until I was gasping, teetering on the edge again.
“Come with me,” he gritted out, his own release close.
I came first, crying out as pleasure ripped through me. Within seconds, he followed with a groan, his arms locking around me as he spilled deep inside.
For a long moment, we just breathed, foreheads pressed together, hearts pounding in sync.
Then, with a lazy smile, I climbed off and reached for my discarded clothes, pulling my jeans and underwear back on before settling onto his lap.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as the fire crackled between us.
I nuzzled into his neck. “We should do this more often.”
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my hair. “We will. Although we owe Blade and Sienna a night off first.”
I laughed, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “Think they’ll survive our adorable little monsters?”
“They’ll manage,” he said, grinning.
I sighed happily, snuggling closer. “I love our life.”
His fingers traced idle patterns on my back. “Me too. Couldn’t have picked a better place to raise our kids.”
The firelight danced over the golden cornstalks, the night quiet except for the rustling breeze. We stayed like that for a long time—wrapped in each other, in the warmth of the flames, in the love that had only grown deeper since that first stolen night in this very maze.
And I knew, without a doubt, that this was exactly where we were meant to be.
Clayton helps out Calliope when her spider-mobile breaks down at the entrance to the market grounds in Mountain Man’s Hayride Honey. Click here for Book 4 in the Wildwood Valley Harvest series.