Page 136 of The Clover Chapel (Jamison Valley 2)
“I want your baby. So much.”
“Christ, Emmy. I want that too,” he said.
Then he started moving. Hard and deep. His pace wasn’t rushed, and after each thrust, he ground his hips forward so the root of his cock was pressed against me. The pressure focused on my clit.
I was so close to the edge, I was trembling beneath him. When I felt myself build, I gripped the sleeping bag at my sides and held on tight. Hard and long, my orgasm overwhelmed me. A deep moan came from the back of my throat before I screamed with ecstasy.
Nick abandoned his slow pace and started slamming into me, sending another orgasm rocketing through my core. As I came, I opened my eyes to watch Nick pound away toward his own finish. When it came over him, he threw his head back and groaned. The tent filled with his rough and sexy voice.
When Nick’s movement stilled, I wrapped my arms and legs around his body, pulling him as close as I could.
“This is going to be fun,” he said into my neck.
I giggled. “You are not wrong.”
The sound of us laughing together escaped the fabric walls of our tent and rang through the wilderness and into the starry night.
“Favorite part of camping?” Nick asked as we drove home two days later.
“Canoeing on the lake.”
Nick had paddled me to every corner of the small lake. It must have been at least twenty feet deep in parts and I could see straight to the bottom. The sunshine above us had cast a shadow of the boat on the lake floor as we’d floated around.
“Yours?” I asked.
“Besides sex in the tent—which, by the way, I’m a bit hurt wasn’t your favorite part—probably the food. I love cookout food.”
“It was delicious,” I said. “And tent sex was a given. I believe I expressed just how much I liked it this morning when I was on top of you.”
“Oh, yeah.” He smiled. “Feel free to express yourself like that again. Anytime, Emmy.”
“So noted.”
I had lied to Nick. Canoeing wasn’t my favorite. The sex wasn’t either.
My actual favorite part was that I could look at Nick’s hand and see his wedding ring. And when I walked, I could catch glimpses of mine, glimmering on my hand as it swung by my side.
Standing in front of the mirror, I smoothed out the skirt of my dress. Tonight I finally had the occasion to wear my sexy green dress. The one that I had teased Nick with all those months ago. The one that required I forgo underwear.
The front of my dress was seemingly conservative, made of green fabric with a matching lace overlay. The neck was high and it had small capped sleeves. It was the back, or lack thereof, that made the dress. An enormous cutout started at the nape of my neck and extended all the way to my sides, down to just below my rear.
I hoped that Nick would be so enamored with the dress that he would be in an agreeable mood. Tonight, we were celebrating his birthday. And tonight, I was going to take him to the empty building in town that I had bought for his garage.
I was nervous that he would hate it. I didn’t want him to resent the fact that I had used my money for his potential business. On the bright side, my anxiety would be short-lived. I had just closed on the building this morning, and within the next two hours, I would know how Nick felt about my present.
“Ready?” Nick asked as I walked down the stairs. He was standing by the door, pulling on a sports coat.
I had never seen him so dressed up for dinner before. Or ever. He was still in jeans and a black T-shirt, but with the black tweed jacket and the absence of his green baseball cap, he was looking hot. Damn hot. I couldn’t wait to slide that jacket off his broad shoulders when we got home.
That is, if he wasn’t mad at me for buying him a building today.
“I like your dress, Emmy.”
I grinned before slowly spinning around.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “We’re skipping dinner.”
“Patience,” I said.
