by Alexa Riley
“You guys done for the day?” he shouts to the guards who are doing the training.
I hear our lead guard laugh and I roll my eyes. They’re all used to Ford and his ways. My husband is a gentle giant. He has a hell of a bark when he uses it, but if people dig even a little they can find the sweetness underneath.
We are openly affectionate in front of others because I think it’s good for people to see a happily married couple after all this time. There’s nothing wrong with a husband and wife wanting to be close. There’s also nothing wrong with a husband treating his wife so well. It can show these girls what a man is and what they should be looking for when it’s time for them to find one of their own.
“I’m not done for the day,” I tell him and give him a quick kiss. “Neither are you. You gotta find my sunglasses because those were brand new.”
A smug smile pulls at his mouth as he removes one of the arms he has wrapped around me to show he’s got my sunglasses in his hand. I should have known he caught them. I kiss him again to wipe the smug look off his face. Before I know what’s happening, hands are everywhere and he’s swimming away with me to hide us with the dock. It never takes much to get the two of us going.
“Honey.” He yanks his mouth from mine, pissed that he has to. I catch my breath as we make our way toward the shore.
When we get out of the water, I see all the lifeguards have cleared out. But we’re out in the open next to the lake and someone could come along.
“We’re not alone.” I look around and he shakes his head.
His fingers lock with mine and I try to move toward our place, but he pulls me by my hand, leading me back to the dock. He grabs the shirt he dropped and puts it over my head before he slides his shoes back on and I grab my flip-flops.
“Now we go.”
I fight a smirk, which only ends with me getting my ass smacked. I jump and take off from him. It doesn't take him but a few steps and he’s all over me. He lifts me into the air and throws me over his shoulder.
“Now everyone can see my ass,” I tell him as I give him a smack. I might fight him more on how he’s acting, but this week we have an older bunch at the camp. The kids are all in their late teens and most have been here year after year.
“I’m going the back way.” There’s laughter in his voice as he smacks my ass again.
His long strides get us back to our place in record time. He slams the door closed and then there’s a loud click of the lock. He puts me down on my feet and I take a step back, enjoying my worked-up, shirtless husband. I don’t know why he got jealous, because he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Those teenage boys have nothing on him. Even the gray growing in through his short beard is beyond hot.
“Now, show me the swimsuit.” He steps toward me and I take another step back.
“You don’t even like it.” I lift my chin in defiance, poking the bear. My nipples are already hard and I’m hot and ready for it. He’s going to play with me, though, and make me ache.
“Honey,” he warns. “I’m not fucking around.”
“I think fucking around is all you wanna do,” I sass.
He’s on me before I get all the words out of my mouth. He yanks his shirt from my body faster than I can blink and then he bends me over the sofa. I feel my bathing suit bottoms leave my body and the wet sound of material being flung away.
“You’re right. I don’t like it.” He leans over me to growl into my ear.
His whole body covers mine as his hard cock presses into my ass. Another tug and my top is gone too. My breasts spill free. One of his hands reaches around to rub my tit and he plucks at my nipple. His foot nudges my feet apart and I’m wide open for him.
“If it was up to me I’d have you naked like this all the time. I hate that I have to let clothes touch your skin when it should only be my hands. But a man has to pick his battles.”
I breathe heavily as my body starts to pulse with need and he uses his knee to spread my thighs farther apart for him. His other hand cups my sex and I’m soaking wet. This isn’t from the lake and he knows it.
“Baby.” I wiggle my ass, trying to push into him. I need him inside of me as my pussy clenches over and over again, silently begging for his cock.
“Don’t baby me. You put it out there on display and now I want my turn. You’ll have to wait.”
I whimper impatiently. He releases my sex for a moment before I feel the sting of his hand against it as he gives it a little smack.
“Don’t whine,” he growls into my ear.
The sound vibrates against my skin and I fight a moan. I know he doesn't like when I beg because he doesn't want me to beg for a damn thing. But he always wants to play, so he’s fighting an inner battle.
The sting goes straight to my clit, making it pulse more with need. I’m so close I don’t need much to send me over. He rubs me there but makes sure not to touch my clit.
“Please!” I cry out, unable to control myself. He can’t stop his possessiveness just like I can’t control how badly I need him inside me. When his dominance comes to the surface, it’s time for me to lie back and let him have his way.
“I got you, honey,” he tells me as he shifts his hands and then a second later I feel the swell and stretch of his cock as he thrusts inside of me.
I’m so full I cry out his name, and this time his fingers find my clit and send me over. The orgasm is hard and fast and takes control of my body. Ford has to help hold me up as he thrusts a few more times and I feel his warm release deep inside of me. He doesn't let me go, though, but instead kisses my shoulder and lifts me into his arms.
“I’m still not done,” he says as I lay my head on his shoulder.
He’s never down for just a quickie. He’s tried but he always needs more. If it was up to him we’d be in bed all day every day. The rest of the world could fade away and he wouldn't notice it for days.
“I didn’t think you were.” I smile into his neck, knowing I’m going to need a nap by the time he’s finished.
The swimsuit was worth every penny and I don’t even care that I only got to wear it once. My husband might deny it but he loved that swimsuit too.
Chapter Four
Ford
I smile to myself as I think about yesterday and the time Honey and I had together. There’s a lot going on this week and although we’re both busy, that afternoon was just what we needed.
Today I’m at the horse stalls with Van as I help him with his chores. He’s a great kid and although he turned eighteen and we’ve tried to get him to go to college, he keeps saying this is his home. We never set out to make him stay here forever, and maybe in time he’ll change his mind. Although Honey and I fell in love and had a life here, that doesn’t mean he has to as well. But even now as he’s cleaning the horse stalls, he’s whistling and loving life.
We’ve got a dozen horses we keep in this part of the camp. Van is in charge of them because he’s raised most of them since they were foals, if not from birth. He’s always been good with animals and he can teach anyone how to ride.
I think Honey was hoping at some point he’d find the one and fall in love at camp like we did, but it never happened. Van is a good kid that loves to work with his hands and help others. I have no doubts when the time is right, someone will come along and knock him on his ass.
“I think Maggie is close.” Van runs his hand along her back and swollen belly.
“You going to stay with her?” I ask, and he nods. I knew he would without having to say it. “Let me know if you need any help.”
“I think she’ll be just fine. I just want to make sure she’s not alone.”
“I want to talk to you about something.” I lean against the opening of the stall and he looks up from Maggie. “Your mother and I want to make sure you don’t feel obligated to be here just because this is where we want to be.”
“Dad—”
I hold my hand up to cut him off and he gives me a look that is so mu
ch like my face it’s hard not to laugh. Honey is right; we are identical.
“There’s a veterinary degree you can get online if you do your clinicals and labs in the next town over. They have a program where you can go a couple of days a week. I know you are adamant about wanting to stay here, but this might be a way for you to do something you love and help out.”
“Seriously?” For a second he looks surprised and then I see his brain working out all the details as he concentrates.
“I know you’ve probably got a lot more than most with hands-on experience. But when these animals here need a vet, we have to call and wait for someone to get here. You wouldn’t have to stay after you finish school, but it gives you options.
“Yeah it does.” He turns to look at Maggie and then back at me. “Thanks, Dad, I’ll think about it.”
My walkie-talkie goes off with an alarm and I pull it out of my back pocket. It’s usually just a test or someone hitting the wrong button so I’m not too excited by the sound of it.
“Ford here,” I answer and there’s a moment of static before I hear Moose on the other end.
“It’s bad—” There’s too much static for me to hear what he’s saying and I step out of the barn for a better signal. “Ford! Do you hear me?”
“Moose, say it again.” I click the button and there’s more static until his voice is screaming over the walkie talkie.
“It’s Honey! Get to the office!”
“Shit,” I curse and I take off running toward the Gator.
“Dad?” Van comes walking out of the barn and I yell over my shoulder.
“Get in, it’s Mom!”
He grabs on to the back as I stomp the gas. The four wheeler is made for the rough terrain of camp and I floor it away from the barn and down the trail. I check behind me to make sure Van has a good grip as I skid around a corner and dirt goes flying.
Campers jump out of the way as I shout and wave them off the trail. Van is doing the same to get them to move so I can make it to the office. I don’t even take a second to think about what this means and that my wife is totally fine. She’s going to be okay because I say so. There’s no alternative to this world where she’s not in my arms when we’re both two hundred years old.
“Hurry,” Van calls from the back, but this goddamn machine can’t go any faster.
I grip the wheel so tight it cracks, but I keep on going. By the time we make it to the office I see a crowd of counselors outside. Van and I jump off the Gator while it’s still in motion, and my legs don’t work as fast as my brain. I stumble a little as I rush up the steps and burst through the door.
Honey is laid out across the desk with the camp doctor on one side, a couple of the nurses around him and Moose nearby.
“What happened?” I call out as I rush over to her and see she’s unconscious.
“Snake bite,” Moose answers, and I look at her leg to see the two small dots.
“We had the antivenom and she’s going to be okay. But she’s going to be in and out of consciousness.” The doctor shakes his head. “It’s a bad bite and we didn’t get it in her quick enough. She was by herself on the other end of the storage cabins.”
“Oh God.” I kneel down beside her and take her hands in mine.
“There was a girl nearby. I think her name was Zara. She just happened to be walking by when it happened. She carried her back here.” I look up at the doctor, who shakes his head. “I don’t know how she carried her.”
I feel Van silently come up beside me as he looks down at his mom. “She’s going to be okay, right?”
The pleading in his voice mirrors my own as we look up at him.
“Yes, she’s just going to have to take it easy the next few days.” He points to the board close to him. “Let’s transport her back to your house so she can get some rest.”
“I’ve got her,” I say as I scoop her up in my arms and feel her warm, small body against mine.
“Ford,” she mumbles, and for a moment I close my eyes in thanks.
“I’m right here, baby, and you better stay with me.”
She nods and I feel her even breathing as I walk out of the office and take her home.
Chapter Five
Honey
I moan as my hips try to come off the bed. Ford sucks my clit into his mouth and I decide this is the best way to wake up. I want to grab him and dig my fingers into his hair but I can’t. He’s got my hands tied to the headboard and I’m not going anywhere unless he says so.
“Oh God,” I moan, ready to cum. I try to move my hips, wanting his cock inside of me. He knows what I want but he only slips in another finger to try and fill the need. Nothing will feel as good as my husband's cock and he knows it. I don’t care how much I love his fingers or how good he is with them, it will never be the same. But he knows how to work my body and within seconds I cum from him. The flood of pleasure takes my body and I grip the soft silk that keeps my hands tethered to the bed. He doesn’t stop and he demands another, but I don’t know how much more I can take.
“In me,” I encourage, but he shakes his head.
His mouth never leaves me and I can see he’s jacking himself off as he licks my pussy. I cry out his name because I’m too sensitive, but he doesn’t stop. He angrily strokes his cock and his motion jerks the bed. I know he wants to be inside of me as bad as I want him there but he’s not going to break. I know my husband. When it comes to my safety I come first. He’s on edge and struggling to deal with it, but I’m literally in a bed of my own making.
“Cum with me, Ford. I want to see you do it,” I tell him.
His eyes come to mine and with one look he sends me over the edge again. He cums with me this time and I wish I could see it spill from his cock and onto himself, but I’ll have to take the sounds of his pleasure for now. He's breathing heavily and still trying to get himself together. He moves a little to lay his head on my stomach.
“I want to touch you,” I complain.
I ended up tied to the bed last night after I tried to sneak out. In my defense, the man wouldn't let me leave the bed! I was almost to the door before he busted me and had me flat on my back. Then he used my own panties to tie me down. I didn't fight him on it because I knew he wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't let him keep me tied up. It was for his own sanity.
He shifts again to free me but after that goes right back to laying his head on my stomach. “You okay?” I ask him as I run my fingers through his hair.
“I’m getting there.” He tells me the truth this time—no more fine.
He knew I wasn't buying it before but I also knew he wasn't going to be fine until he got an angry fucking session in. And no, he won’t be fucking me anytime soon. He’s handling me like spun glass and won't have sex even though I’ve been given the green light. Today isn’t the day to try and break him. He might not know it but I’m treading lightly too, only my way is a little different.
He made the doctor stay here the first night just to make sure everything was okay. I was lucky for how prepared my husband was for anything that could happen here at Camp Hardwood. That shot not only saved my life but it could have been a lot worse than feeling like shit for a few days.
I’m scared to even ask what he’s done outside to make sure it can’t happen again. It was my own fault. I shouldn’t have been down that way. I was checking one of the older storage units to see if we had extra kayaks stored out there. The grass hadn’t been cut down on that end and I knew to be on the lookout, but my mind was on the new girl and her small baby bump. I shouldn’t have gone looking myself, and Ford said the same thing over and over. That if it would have been him the snake would’ve run off because I walk too light. I had to fight rolling my eyes when he said that because he was probably right. I scared the snake just as much as it scared me. We didn’t see each other until we were on top of the other and then it was too late. I’m so lucky Zara heard me scream.
“I can’t stay in this bed forever,” I declare, a
nd he looks up at me with a wanna bet look. “I love you, Ford, but you know I can’t.” He lets out a long sigh before turning his head to kiss my belly.
“I love you too, Honey, more than anything, and seeing you lying there like that—” He shakes his head. “I felt so damn helpless. I can’t lose you.” His words are almost strangled as he gets choked up.
“I’ll never leave you.” I can’t believe the world would ever take me from him. Death wouldn’t stand a chance against my man when it comes to me. “I promise I won’t go anywhere without you knowing.”
“Last night…“ He starts to remind me of my attempt to sneak out but I cut him off.
“I love you but if you keep me caged in this bedroom I’m going to try and escape. I’m letting you know that now. If you let me go—“
“Never,” he rumbles deep in his chest and I fight a laugh. It’s kind of adorable, not that I’ll tell him that.
“If you let me leave the room,” I correct, “I won’t go anywhere without you knowing first.” He gives my stomach another kiss before he finally sits up and pulls me into his lap. His release is sticky between us and his cock is hard again.
“Deal,” he agrees, resting his forehead to mine and ignoring his erection. I don’t want to ignore it but I’m letting it go for now.
“I know you aren’t going to fuck me so maybe shower me so I can go check on our kids.”
He stands up and takes me to the bathroom. He doesn’t agree that we’re going anywhere but he does wash every inch of me.
“I can get myself dressed.” I take my shirt from his hand because he’s getting out of hand now.
“I’ll take you to the front desk but your ass isn’t walking.” I narrow my eyes on him and he raises his eyebrows at me. It’s that or bed, he’s silently saying.
“Fine.” It isn’t a hardship to let my husband carry me around. I’m more concerned about him being so worried. I don't want him to live that way. I know it’s something only time can fix so I would do better to reassure him I’m going to be safe.