Page 19 of Driving Wild

I slam the trunk closed on my car, grab the luggage, and head inside with Grace following behind me.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on, Matt? You look like you’re going to explode at any moment,” she asks, concern written all over her face.

Walking into the bedroom to put my suitcase down, I turn to face her. I inhale a deep breath, counting to five and then releasing it.

“I just need a little bit of space. The article this morning has me in a weird headspace, and I’m not sure how to process it.”

“I have an idea. Do you trust me?”

Going to stand in front of her, I wrap my hands around her waist. To think, when we started this little arrangement, she wanted nothing to do with me. But after last night, I can tell she’s changing and seeing that I may just be what she needs too.

“Red, I’ve trusted you from the moment you stepped foot in my house.”

“Okay then, come on. We’re gonna have a little fun today.”

Watching her walk toward my dresser, I wonder what she has in mind for the day. It’s a little later in the afternoon, so the sun is blazing down.

After a few minutes of looking in each of the drawers, she finally pulls out what she’s looking for. Throwing it at me, I catch it, wondering what she’s doing.

“Put that on and meet me down by the dock,” she says, looking back over her shoulder and leaving me standing with a pair of swim trunks in my hand.

Ten minutes later, I’m standing by my boat, waiting on Grace. I love being out on the water about as much as I love being behind the wheel of a race car. Did she know that? I don’t remember telling her that wakeboarding is one thing I do to relax.

Looking up, I see Grace coming down the backyard toward the deck. Damn, the woman gets hotter every time I lay eyes on her. She’s carrying a bag as big as her, and even with the cover up, I can see her hot-pink bikini underneath. Rushing over to her to grab the bag, I can’t help but sweep her in my arms and kiss her.

“Damn, Red, I don’t know what you have planned, but I’m already in a better mood just from seeing that smile on your face,” I say, pulling away and taking her bag.

Laughing, she moves toward the boat.

“Let’s go, Cowboy. We are gonna have a lazy lake day,” she says, climbing onto the boat.

Following her, I put the bag beside her and made my way to the driver’s seat. Backing the boat out of the dock, we head out onto the water.

Lake Norman has always been a place I love; it was one of the selling points of my house because of the dock. I like to take my boat out as much as possible during our off weekends, which isn’t as much as I like. Before Ryan was attached at the hip to Tinley, we made it a weekly thing to come out on the lake and wakeboard. We used it as one of our workout days since it takes a lot of your core muscles to stay up on the board.

Looking over at Grace, she’s removed her cover and is resting back on the bench seat, soaking up the sun in her pink bikini, her sunglasses covering her eyes. God, she’s gorgeous, and then seeing the marks I left on her last night has my dick standing at attention. She hasn’t even bothered to cover them up, knowing it’s just us. Pulling out my phone, I snap a quick picture, knowing that it’s going to be my new screensaver. Then I get the idea to show the world my wife, so I decide to post the picture to my Instagram feed for the world to see my sexy woman.

@MattMcCall24

“Love seeing my wife so relaxed on the lake” #LuckyMan.

After I post the picture of Grace, I follow the path to a small alcove that I found last summer. I know it’ll be perfect for a little private time. Slowing down along the alcove, she notices the boat has stopped moving and pulls her sunglasses up.

“Why did we stop?” she asks.

Approaching her, I lean over.

“Are you trying to torture me, woman?” I ask, my voice coming out a little more gruff than normal.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Cowboy. I’m just getting some sun while you drive me around, and hopefully, that foul mood of yours will go away,” she says with the level of sass that she knows makes me crazy.

Grabbing her around the neck, I draw a gasp from her.

“You know what you’re doing, doll, and if you wanna play that game, then I’ll be glad to punish you,” I tell her.

Rolling her eyes at me, I can’t help but be turned on even more with the sass that comes from her.

I pull her onto my lap so that she can see just what she’s doing to me. I push her bikini bottoms to the side and run my finger over her clit, feeling how wet she is for me.

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