Page 10 of Fighting for the Mountain Man

She smiled, and that smile went straight to my heart. I hadn’t realized until that moment just how much I’d pinned my hopes on her being happy once this was over.

If she’d had second thoughts, it would have killed me. But she wanted this as much as I did. And that made me the happiest man alive.

EPILOGUE

BRYCE

Iwas the luckiest man on the planet. Maybe in the whole wide universe.

That thought brought a smile to my face. It sounded like something our six-year-old son, Logan, would say.

But tonight, the kids weren’t around. It was just me and my wife of eight years. And she’d never looked more beautiful.

“It’s kind of nice to get out of my scrubs and put on fancy clothes,” Sloane said, smiling at me across the table at the Rosewood Ridge Steakhouse.

We’d talked about taking a trip for our wedding anniversary, but with a six-year-old and three-year-old at home, being away that long was a challenge. So we were celebrating at our favorite date night spot.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” I asked, reaching out and taking her hand across the table.

She’d just set down her fork, having finished her meal, but neither one of us was in a hurry to pay the check and get home. Both kids would be in bed by now, with the babysitter likely doing homework on our couch.

I had plans to get Sloane naked under the sheets, but we’d have to be quiet. Our cabin was small, and sound carried.

“You have,” she said. “But you can never say those words too much.”

We’d both built a life that I never imagined having before I met her. Sloane worked as a dental hygienist here in town, and I worked on the same construction crew I’d been on during tornado recovery. We were busier than ever, but my schedule was flexible enough that I could pick Logan up from school in the afternoon, while Sloane handled getting our youngest, Joshua, from daycare.

“You know, no one can see us back here,” Sloane said.

She shifted to the right slightly to take a look around the wall behind me. We were near the bathroom, which was not the ideal seat, but it did mean we had privacy.

It took me a second to figure out what she had in mind, but when she moved to sit next to me, I got it. Her hand settled on my thigh.

“I’m pretty sure the server has to come back to give us the check,” I pointed out.

But my erection was already beginning to swell in my pants, betraying me. I couldn’t see if someone was coming this way or not. Sloane could, though.

“I’ll keep a lookout,” she said. “But I think she’s forgotten about us.”

That was a good point. Our server had taken our order and brought our drinks, and we’d never seen her again. Someone else had brought out our food, and no one had stopped by since to see if we needed refills or anything. We were definitely in a forgotten corner of the restaurant.

“What exactly do you have planned?” I asked.

She answered that question by sliding her hand up my thigh a little more. Her pinky brushed my cock in the process, notching up my erection.

My eyes slid closed as a surge of adrenaline rushed through me. How long had it been? Too long—since we’d done something exciting like this, anyway.

Not that sex with the love of my life wasn’t always phenomenal. I’d just forgotten how fun sex in public could be. Especially when there was a danger of getting caught.

“Do you remember our honeymoon?” Sloane asked as her fingers fumbled with the button on my pants.

She was right-handed, so this wouldn’t be the easiest angle for her. But I was right-handed too, and she was on my right. I slipped my hand under her arm and began pulling her skirt upward.

“Are you wearing panties?” I asked.

“Nope.”

She shook her head, her hair tickling my neck. She was leaning toward me, snuggling against me, and if my hand wasn’t busy, I’d put my arm around her to pull her as close as I could get her.

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