Page 9 of Rescued by the Lumberjack (Moonshine Ridge Lumberjacks #1)

Ten Years Later

Phoenix

I t started snowing early this year, which means my husband's logging crew is packing up early for the season.

Adam's had to be in the field for the last few days helping with tear down and last minute logistics before he's finally home with me and the kids for the rest of the season.

I think the hardest adjustment I had to make when we got together was how much he's away from home during the good weather when the crews are active.

Even though, as one of the supervisors now, he gets to spend a lot more time with us even during the season. I always look forward to the first good snow of the year that brings him home until the following spring.

We had our first two babies early, we're pretty sure we got pregnant with Michael that first day we met.

Then our daughter came along just a couple of years later.

We spent the first years of our marriage so wrapped up in being a family that it's been like meeting Adam all over again now that the kids are older and getting interested in spending more time away from us.

Like this weekend, Michael is on an away game with his hockey team and Jayly is staying with friends, giving me a rare chance to have both the house and my husband to myself-- and I have plans to take full advantage of it.

Adam checked in about an hour ago that he was on his way home, so he should be walking through the door any minute.

Checking myself in the mirror, I give my hair a fluff and test buttoning and unbuttoning Adam's flannel shirt to see if it's better to leave it open or leave more to the imagination.

There is some seriously scandalous lingerie under my husband's giant flannel. He's used to me stealing his shirts to lounge in, especially when temperatures start dropping like they have this week, but this time, I don't have my usual leggings underneath.

Hopefully leaving my legs bare is all the hint he needs to get him to unwrap me like a package.

Not that my husband needs to be lured into our bedroom-- or my body. Adam's still as attracted to me as he was from the beginning. Our sex life isn't suffering at all.

Deciding on leaving the top few buttons undone for a little extra peek-a-boo of my cleavage, I turn in front of the full length mirror in our bedroom and jut out a hip.

Between a couple of kids and a thriving career as the owner of what remains the only bakery in town, my curves have only gotten curvier. But it's hard to feel self-conscious about it when the sexiest man I've ever met still can't keep his hands off me.

I hear the idle of a diesel work truck pulling into the driveway and a few minutes later I'm waiting at the door when it opens.

My husband walks in, already in his stocking feet and stripped of his cold weather jacket and hat after leaving them along with his boots in the mudroom out front.

I stand innocently just beyond the tiled flooring of the brief entry space and watch his eyes move around the room, taking in the crackling fire already burning in the fireplace, the pan of cinnamon rolls cooling on the counter, me waiting for him in what probably looks like nothing but one of his plaid shirts, unbuttoned almost to my navel and hanging to my knees, as he sets his keys and wallet on the space at the end of the counter where they tend to live.

His eyes land on me and stick there.

His gaze darkens and the corner of his mouth turns up under his thick whiskers.

"Kids gone?"

My mouth waters, watching Adam slowly unbuttoning his own shirt, his eyes traveling over my body as he does.

"For the whole weekend," I confirm with a nod as my eyes remain transfixed on my husband's slow strip tease.

His shirt comes off and then the long sleeved t-shirt he had under it, revealing a chest that's just as broad as it was the first time I saw it, and abs that have only gotten more defined over time.

I lick my lips, as his belt slides through the loops and hits the floor.

While my job keeps adding softness to my curves, Adam's keeps his body toned and strong.

He's just as jacked as he was when we met, with just a smattering of gray beginning to invade his hair, including the soft beard I love feeling against my skin and the trail of fur running over his chest and into the waistband of his jeans.

Watching him pop the button of his jeans and lower the zipper has more than my mouth drooling. When he reaches down and pulls out that thick cock, stroking from root to tip, I have to press my thighs together. If I jam my hand into my panties like I'm aching to do, I'll spoil the surprise.

Adam's jeans hit the floor and he pulls his feet from both them and his socks, leaving him naked, hard, and staring at me hungrily.

"We should take advantage of that, don't you think, wife?"

"My thoughts exactly."

"For a woman who's thinking the same thing I am, you're still wearing a lot of clothes."

Adam stalks forward one step. I match him with a step back, my hands slowly unbuttoning the shirt to reveal the barely-there demi-bra.

My husband catches his first glimpse of it and stops, his eyes widening, his lips parting.

I found out early on that Adam has a thing for naughty underwear, especially when it's hidden under one of his shirts.

It's hard to find truly wicked stuff in my size, but then I found a boutique down in Slow River that specializes in plus size lingerie.

Now I have a drawer full of lacy, strappy things that guarantee my husband's imagination is always on me.

"Fuck, baby, what'd you find for me this time."

Adam's closed the distance between us, backing me into the center of the living room and making quick work of stripping me down to nothing but the scarlet red set that I had hidden under the flannel.

"You like?"

I preen under his hooded gaze, rolling my shoulders back and jutting out my breasts that are barely contained in a crisscross of satin straps, lace and mesh.

"I like what's underneath it."

Adam's fingers trace down the straps from my shoulders, sending chills over my exposed skin on their way.

He traces the edges of what can hardly be considered a bra, thumbing my very hard and very visible nipples through the material before fully palming both breasts and kneading them firmly as he takes my mouth with his and pulls me to the floor.

My husband unwraps me like a present, worshipping my flesh with his mouth and hands as he goes.

"You make me crazy, Phoenix," he mumbles into my skin between soft kisses. "All these years and I swear you keep getting sexier."

His large hands roam over my belly, his mouth kissing the marks left behind from carrying his children like he finds them just as sexy as the lingerie, then working his way between my legs.

"Still so fucking wet for me."

Adam growls into my soaking pussy through the thin panel of lace still barring his access.

Pushing the panties aside, he slides a rough finger into my slick channel as his mouth lands on my clit.

This won't be slow. I need him too badly, my orgasm already approaching.

Adam knows exactly what I need and he gives it to me without teasing. I come hard, riding his beard and his hand while my voice echoes off the ceiling beams.

When I open my eyes, my husband stares down at me with the expression I've come to know so well. Wonder, pride, hunger.

Adam loves watching me come undone, and he's still the only man who's ever seen it.

"Nuh uh." His voice is rough with need when he pulls me away from my journey south as I head for that monster jutting up between his legs.

I love wrapping my lips around his cock, taking him deep in my throat and making him lose his fucking mind over what I can do to him with my mouth, but he's got other plans for how we'll get him there this time.

"Ride me, sweetheart," he commands, rolling completely to his back and pulling my thighs across his hips. "I wanna look up at those pretty tits while you bounce on my cock."

"I was thinking of getting you behind me while I'm on all fours," I confess as I lower myself onto his erection. Who am I to argue with a man that wants me on top?

Adam's fingers squeeze into my hips, pulling me down on his length hard enough to make me gasp.

"We're gonna do that too," his voice is so harsh that his words almost sound threatening but if it's a threat, I guess we just unlocked a new kink for me because I swear my pussy leaks around his dick in anticipation. "You said we have all weekend, right?"

He looks up at me, his hands guiding me up and down his hardness as I find a rhythm that's likely to bring us both over the edge without much effort.

I manage to get the words "all weekend" out in gasps as I change my long up and down strokes to something different.

Adam's head drops against the floor, his finger grip tightening but no longer guiding my movements.

He pulls me tight to him and I moan on the sensation of how thoroughly he fills me as he bottoms out when there's no more of him left to push inside me.

I rock my hips, he bucks his. My clit rubs the root of his cock and stars fly through my vision.

Deep inside me, I feel Adam swell. I love the feel of his body pouring itself into mine but this time, I'm too far in my own pleasure, riding wave after wave of the spasms that rock my body while the man I love watches through the mist of his own climax before we collapse in a heap of sweaty kisses and I love yous.

It's been a while since we had the luxury of dozing off naked on the living room floor and we take advantage.

Later, we'll call down to the Brick & Porter and have Donner Hart deliver a pizza. Then we'll go for round two, right here in the living room again, with me bent over the sofa on my knees while my husband fucks me hard from behind like I told him I wanted.

We'll do damage to those cinnamon rolls around midnight, before we finally make our way into our own bed.

And maybe I'll get a round three before we finally give in to sleep so we can start over tomorrow.