Page 10 of Stripped Down at the Fair (Sweetheart County Fair #2)

DUSTIN

T he funhouse was broken down. How could the funhouse be broken down? It wasn’t even a ride.

But I knew the answer to that even as I started toward it.

This was my seventh year helping out at the county fair, but it was the first year my wife wasn’t on site.

She’d continued to draw caricatures here until last year, even though her career as a freelance illustrator was already taking off by then.

But she’d landed a couple of big contracts, and now she simply didn’t have time to sit out here in the heat, day after day. Even for fun. Even though she wanted to be out here.

The funhouse looked deserted. It was still lit up, but nobody was around. My guess was the mechanism that made the floor move had malfunctioned somehow. It hadn’t happened in my seven years of doing this, but there was a first time for everything.

I climbed the steps and entered a building I’d never been in before. I passed a large Out of order sign on the way. I’d enjoyed a couple of funhouses as a kid, but it had been so long, I didn’t even remember much about them.

“I’m in here.”

Those words brought me to a stop. That sounded like Cate’s voice. That was impossible. She was at home with Cook, our surprise baby that came from our first time. And two years later, we’d followed with Cruz, then a couple of years ago, Camille.

The kids were a handful, but we loved every second of our life.

We’d even been able to stay in the same cabin, just adding two bedrooms and a bathroom onto the back.

It was tough to find a piece of land like that in Sweetheart Bend, so we made do with what we had.

Besides, we both loved that little cabin. It was home.

“Cate?” I called out.

Silence. I immediately started doubting my own ears. I’d imagined it. Or maybe a fairgoer was trapped somewhere, and she was waiting for me to rescue her.

“I’m in here.”

That was definitely my wife’s voice. What was she doing here? Had she shown up to surprise me?

It took a couple more shouts from her to track her down to the mirror maze. Not at all where I would have expected to find her. We’d never even discussed the funhouse.

But the second I spotted her, I knew exactly what she had in mind. My wife was buck naked. Not a scrap of clothes on her. I didn’t even see her clothes anywhere nearby, and thanks to the mirrors surrounding her, I was getting a look at her from just about every angle.

“The funhouse is out of order until further notice,” she said.

That explained it. No repairs were necessary, but the sign out front would give us the privacy we needed.

I unbuckled my toolbelt and set it on the ground, then straightened. “I could get fired for this, you know.”

“You’re the boss,” she said, stepping toward me.

My wife was unbelievably beautiful. More beautiful than the day we met. That banging body had birthed all three of our kids and as a result, her curves had filled out even more. It was tough to keep my hands off her most of the time. But tonight, I wouldn’t have to fight it.

“Yes, but I have clients,” I said.

“Well, we could call it off and go home. We’ll have the house to ourselves. Jude and Sonya are watching the kids tonight.”

Jude was my little brother—the one who’d cut ties with me and Mom when he got married. I’d invited him and his wife, Sonya, to our very small mountain wedding, and he’d surprised me by showing up.

Turned out, once his kids got older, he realized what he’d lost in cutting me out of his life. They moved to Sweetheart Bend a couple of years ago, and our kids were growing up together, even though his kids were older than ours. They loved spending the night with their Uncle Jude.

No, I didn’t want to call it off and go home. I showed her as much by yanking off my T-shirt and tossing it to the ground. I then worked the fastening on my shorts until they dropped.

We’d had a few adventures like this in recent years. She’d visit me on construction sites after my crew had gone home. We’d gotten naked on my desk in the trailer and in the new construction itself.

I never imagined marriage could be so full of adventure. But I’d also never imagined meeting someone like Cate.

By the time I got to her, all my clothes were on the ground too. I didn’t normally like looking at myself in the mirror, but tonight would be a different matter. Tonight, I’d be all about seeing the two of us in the reflections that surrounded us.

“Surprised?” she asked as I came toward her. “Ready for a kiss?”

More than ready. I’d been thinking about it since I realized that was, in fact, her voice. She seemed to have an even greater longing, because she put a lot into the kiss, nearly knocking me on my ass with her intensity.

My hands settled into the small of her back as I pulled her toward me, settling my erection against her stomach. The feel of her large, round tits against the hard wall of my chest would never get old. It still turned me on as much today as it did the first time.

She let out a moan as I slid my hands over her waist. Then she broke the kiss. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, but she looked over to the left. She was watching us. I’d give her something to watch.

“Put your hands on the mirror,” I said, separating our bodies.

She looked confused for a second as her eyes opened wide. But she did exactly as I commanded, trusting me as usual. I hadn’t let her down yet. I never would.

She put both palms against the mirror to her right, keeping her fingers crumpled at first. But soon enough, she spread them out.

I watched as I ran my hands over her body, settling them on her breasts while sliding my hard-as-steel shaft between her legs.

I was sending the message to spread her legs wider, but when she let out a groan and lowered her head, I realized she liked that.

So I did it again. I began sliding back and forth, coating my shaft with her juices.

Then I was the one letting out a groan. It just felt so damn good. And part of it was knowing my girl was this wet for me.

We were surrounded by images of us—our bodies on full display. And when Cate opened her eyes slightly, I knew she was peeking. She was getting even more turned on by our reflection.

I maneuvered her around, edging her toward the mirror a little so I could easily get my right hand between her legs, my left hand still cupping her breast. When she straightened, her stance was wider, making it easy for me to guide my tip toward her entrance.

Then we settled into an easy rhythm, and from there, it was simple. My fingers found that swollen nub I knew too well, and I moved over it in rhythmic circles as I slid deep inside her, going slowly and taking in every deep breath and moan.

I watched her watching us—her head tilted to the right, her eyes fixed on our reflection as I thrust in and out. Finally, her eyes drifted closed, and that was the sexiest sight of all—her, lost in the feel of my hands and my cock.

As my fingers moved over her most sensitive spots—not just her clit, but the beaded tip of her nipple—she kept her noises to a minimum. But I could still hear her. The sounds of her rapid, heavy breaths echoed throughout the small hallway of mirrors where we stood.

When she came, she let out a whimper, and I knew the sound snuck past her fierce determination to stay quiet. That brought a smile to my face. But that smile quickly faded when I realized there was no need to hold out any longer.

That was when I took in the same image that had captured her attention off to her right. Fuck, we were hot. Her perfect, curvy body. My hips thrusting as she finished her orgasm and I fell headlong into mine…

I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out as a series of sensations threatened to knock me off my feet.

It just felt too damn good. Even though we rarely missed a day, every time I came inside her, I wondered why we didn’t do this more often.

Maybe four or five times a day. Without kids, we very well might have.

“We probably should get out of here,” I said as we both stood, still trying to catch our breath. “Someone might wonder why the funhouse has been out of order so long.”

“It’s not a busy night,” she said, straightening and separating our bodies. “I figured this would be the best night to surprise you.”

“You’ve been planning this for a while, huh?”

I smiled at her as she turned and rose on tiptoe, clasping her hands behind my neck and pulling me toward her. Her lips met mine in a kiss that was slow and sweet. A kiss that had me almost heating up again.

How was it possible this was even hotter than what we’d just done? It definitely threatened to ramp up my erection again, and that couldn’t happen just yet. We had to get dressed and get out of here. Once we were home, we could start this all over again.

“You know,” she said, “I was thinking I could go for one of those kebabs.”

My underwear was on and I was working my shorts into place, but her words paused my movements. “That actually sounds good. I had dinner, but I could go for a late-night snack.”

“It’s only eight-thirty,” she said, smiling as she glanced at the fitness watch she was still wearing. “But yeah, I guess that qualifies as a late night these days.”

“Sure does.”

I watched as she put on her bra. The sight of her doing that made it tough to concentrate on getting dressed, but I somehow managed. I didn’t take my eyes off her the entire time, though. No way. I wanted to keep every second of tonight imprinted on my memory forever.

“Let’s go get a kebab,” I said. “The boss says I can take off early tonight.”

“You’re the boss,” she reminded me.

“Oh yeah.” I smiled down at her. “Well, I’m ordering me to grab that closed sign and open up this funhouse before the customers start to revolt.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” she said. “I’ll go grab the kebabs.”

We kissed one more time before parting, and it struck me, as always, that walking away from her was almost painful. I wanted her by my side night and day. But we’d come back together in a few minutes, and as always, it would only make me appreciate the time we spent together more.