Page 10 of Wood Lessons

PETER

THREE YEARS LATER

“W hat are you doing out here?” I sneak behind Anna as she tries to hide something under a cloth sheet.

For weeks now, I’ve known something’s up because tools would be shifted when I arrived at the shop most mornings, but I attributed it to bad memory.

Now, I see I wasn’t going crazy—someone had been using things without my knowledge, and I’ve found the culprit: my wife.

“You should be resting,” I scold, my hand cupping her pregnant stomach.

The fact that she’s carrying our baby still stuns me at times.

We’ve worked hard to get my business up and running, leaving no time for children, but after years of hard work, we’d agreed it was time to try.

Now, a baby’s on the way, and I couldn’t be happier.

“I’m fine.” She waves my concern away. “Why don’t you go back to the house, and I’ll be right behind you.” Anna tries escaping my grasp, but I stop her retreat with a hand on her hip.

“Not until I know what you’re up to. Come on; show me.” I motion to whatever she’s hiding, and a mulish expression transforms her usually smiling face.

“It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Trust me, I’m surprised to find my pregnant wife padding around my workshop unsupervised.

” Anything could happen to her out here, and while I’d usually trust her to be safe, I’m not taking any risks with her or the baby.

This pregnancy has amped up all the possessive caveman tendencies I thought I’d learned to control after tying Anna to me with a ring and a promise.

“I’m not doing anything dangerous; I’ll be fine. Now, go back to the house.” She injects a firm note to her voice that I imagine her using with our son when he’s born, and it gets me even more worked up. My cock swells at the challenge, needing to dominate her willfulness.

Skimming my lips over her ear, I warn, “Don’t think I can’t get it out of you. I’ll sit your ass on this table like that first time—only I’ll lick your pretty pussy to the very edge of a climax, holding back what you need until you give me what I want.”

“I’m not sure that’s much of a punishment...You’re incapable of letting me suffer for too long, aren’t you?”

Damn, she’s right, but I’d try like hell to last as long as I could. “Are you refusing my request?”

Anna stays silent for a moment before releasing an exasperated breath.

“No, I’ll show you, but it’s not finished yet.

” She brandishes a small wooden heart, jagged edges running along the sides.

“This was going to be an anniversary gift with our initials carved into it, but I’m struggling to get the heart-shape right. ”

Warmth rises in my chest, my heart beating double-time.

She made me a gift—a heart—it was fucking adorable.

Over the years, we’ve continued our lessons in the shop, some more educational than others if we managed to keep our hands off each other.

And she impressed me with how quickly she picked things up.

“This looks good to me, baby. Thank you.” I brush a gentle kiss over her lips before taking the heart and setting it aside. Guiding her back, I ask, “You’ve been working hard, haven’t you?”

“Maybe I deserve a reward instead of punishment, hmm?”

Chuckling, I rub a hand over her ass and squeeze the plump flesh, happy to reenact that afternoon I tasted her for the first time. “Whatever my girl wants.”

Always.