We were far away from any trails or camping sites, but even then, the idea of letting him play with me in that way in public sent shivers down my spine. “Now? In broad daylight?”
“Mmm. While you’re still sweaty and hot from the hike and I just spent two hours on the trail staring at your ass? Yup.”
Oh. Well. When he put it that way. The idea of anythingfrozen against my hot skin was… tempting. The idea of playing with Jack that way was more tempting yet.
It took me less than a second to yank my sweaty shirt over my head and shimmy out of my boots and shorts. “You, too, Mr. Wyatt,” I said in a voice gone husky. “If we’re getting caught in flagrante, I’m not going down alone.”
The tent wasn’t even set up yet, so I grabbed one of the sleeping bags, unzipped it, and tossed it down in a patch of new grass. I knew from experience if we didn’t stay in the sun, the spring air in the shade would make it too cool to enjoy anything frozen.
I lay back on the sleeping bag but stayed propped up on my elbows so I could watch him take off his clothes. As soon as Jack saw me watching, he turned it into a delicious striptease.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it baby,” I called with a wolf-whistle. “Work it for me.”
Jack’s grin was magnetic as always. This week’s spring busy-ness aside, he’d been noticeably less stressed about work over the last few months, and when I’d asked him about it, he’d confided that making me an equal partner in running the diner had taken a lot of the pressure off him. That melted my heart in a lot of ways—I loved being his partner in all things, but it filled something inside me to know I made his life easier and better the same way he did for me.
Not to mention that now that we were running the diner as a team, we both had free time for other things. Me, for my environmental committee and Nature Scout activities; Jack to become a farm-to-table consultant for lots of restaurants in the area, including the restaurant at the new resort; and both of us to make plenty of new memories on the mountains we loved.
I bent my knees and spread my legs, giving Jack a show of my own. I enjoyed the cool breeze on my hot skin almost as much as the intensity of my fiancé’s gaze on my naked body.
“Tease,” he grunted before speeding up the clothes removal.
When he finally crawled on top of me, I took a moment to enjoy the feel of his strong muscles, the scent of his clean sweat, the sound of his low groan as our cocks pressed together, and the salty taste of his lips as I pulled him closer for a deep kiss. When his tongue entered my mouth, I tasted the familiar lemon-lime flavor he added to his water bottle.
Being with Jack Wyatt put me into a delicious sensory overload that surpassed all of the dreams I’d ever had of him. Even this many months after getting together, the excitement hadn’t waned at all. If anything, it had grown in a way I hadn’t expected before beginning our relationship.
Who would have known that getting to know him even better would turn me on exponentially? That every time I made love to him, I’d only want himmore? Like reading my favorite Pride and Prejudice retellings, every kiss with Jack was perfectly familiar and just the tiniest bit different and exciting at the same time. It was the best of all possible worlds, and I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the fact that I’d get to have thisforever.
The ice-cold temperature of the dildo against my inner thigh shocked me into a gasp. “Fuck! What are you…oh god…” I arched back as he moved the toy around my hip to the heat of my lower back and down into the top of my crack.
It felt so strange, so wrong, and so fucking good.
Jack’s lips moved to my ear where his teeth grazed my lobe. “You’re so hot like this. Outside, under the trees where anyone could see you laid out for me, waiting for me to fuck you with this toy.”
I let out an embarrassingly impatient noise. My need for Jack was always on a simmer in my blood, but this… today… knowing he’d planned this interlude with me andforme? I was on a hair trigger. Click, boom.
“You going to beg me to fuck you, Bird?” His low voiceslid into my ear like hot honey. “Penetrate you with this frozen dick until you beg for my hot cock to warm you back up?”
My groans turned into a whimper as the dildo moved lower across my hole. It felt amazing. The sun beat down on us and the heat of Jack’s body over mine added to it. The relief of the cold toy was too much. The contrast of it made my dick stand up and my balls draw in.
“Too cold to fuck me with,” I said, secretly wanting him to try anyway.
“Mm. Maybe. But maybe it’s just right,” he cooed. “Maybe you need to be a little uncomfortable so I can see your hole tighten around this thing and hear you beg me to take it out.”
I shuddered out a breath. He knew I would do anything to turn him on, including taking an ice-cold dildo up my ass.
“Jack,” I whispered.
His low chuckle vibrated between us. “I can’t tell if that’s a warning or a sweet little beg. I’m going to assume it’s the latter.” His lips moved to my temple and down to my mouth. As soon as his hot tongue entered my mouth, the tip of the ice-cold phallus pressed against my hole.
Somehow, he’d magicked lube on it while I’d been distracted with his growly whispers. The cold, slick surface moved into my hot hole, churning up a delicious mix of anticipation and nerves in my belly. I wanted him so damn much.
“Oh, yeah.Shh. That’s it. Such a good boy,” he murmured. “Take it for me. You can do it.”
“F-fucking f-freezing,” I said, sucking in a breath and puckering around the intrusion. It was ice cold and hot as fire. It felt delicious and so damn weird. I both wanted it out… and didn’t want the teasing to end.
The slick toy moved in and out in shallow thrusts as my ass clenched around it. I threw my head back and gritted my teeth. “Fuck!”
I couldn’t decide if I liked it or hated it, but I knew for sure I liked the glassy look in Jack’s eyes as he stared, transfixed, at my hole. “Fuck,” I said again, shifting from a curse into a groan as I realized he was moving down my body to get a better look.
