Page 11 of Fighting for the Mountain Man

“Sex on the beach,” I said. “How could I ever forget?”

“Now I understand why the drink’s so popular,” she said.

Yes, we’d had sex on the beach in the middle of the day with people all around. Like today, we had been tucked into an area with low visibility, plus we had a tent surrounding our beach chairs. Still, making love with the sounds of the waves and people vacationing all around us had brought a thrill I hadn’t expected.

Sloane withdrew her hand. “She’s coming.”

As the server approached to drop off our check, I worried she’d know what was going on. But she barely glanced at us as she asked if she could get us anything else. When I answered no, she turned and headed off.

“Will she come back to get that?” Sloane asked, gesturing toward the check holder the server had brought.

My hand was already moving its way up Sloane’s bare thigh, shoving the skirt upward again with it. “She’ll likely glance in this direction, and when she doesn’t see it at the edge of the table, stay away for a little longer. That’ll buy us some time.”

Since Sloane wasn’t wearing panties, I had quick access to her pussy, which was already wet. She’d been thinking about this a while. Probably even before she made the choice to go commando tonight.

I wasted no time, going straight for her clit, moving my finger across it in the pattern that had become so familiar. Meanwhile, she slid her hand under the band of my underwear and wrapped her fingers around my length.

My eyes drifted closed for a second as I took in the sensation. Damn, that felt good. But I had to keep my eyes open. Even though Sloane was watching, I couldn’t shake the urge to monitor our surroundings for both of us.

When her strokes got a little sloppy, I knew she was close to coming. She kept her eyes open, though, as heavy-lidded as they were.

When she came, she gripped the table with her right hand and bit her lip, probably to keep from crying out. Finally, she let out a long sigh, and I knew my girl was completely satisfied.

And this was the most exciting thing we’d done in a while. This was hot—so hot it would fuel my fantasies for years. Or until we made new ones.

“Scoot over to where I am,” she said, moving out of the booth and standing. She looked off to her right. “Trust me.”

Frowning, I scooted, all the while feeling dangerously close to being caught. But once I was settled into her spot, I saw there was no one paying a bit of attention to us. Business at the restaurant was going on as though we weren’t even here, and the server was nowhere in sight.

As I puzzled over what exactly Sloane had planned, she glanced over to her right again, then smiled at me as she lowered to a squat. She then crawled under the table.

Oh, fuck. Was she really going to…? Yes, she really was.

I felt a tug on either side of my waist, and in seconds, both my pants and my underwear were at my knees. My cock was out in the open. It was covered by the table, but I wasn’t sure how much that counted.

But soon enough, I didn’t mind at all. She took me in her mouth, cupping my balls as her tongue and lips worked their magic.

Nobody gave a better blowjob than my wife. Nobody.

I fought the urge to moan and groan, forcing my eyes to stay open, ever vigilant. Man, it would suck if our server started in this direction right now. But I had a whole plan mapped out where I’d stop her and have her move back to her seat, then we’d resume this in the truck before heading home.

Luckily, my wife ramped it up a notch, taking me into her mouth as far as she could, then swirling her tongue around the bottom as she pulled out. My eyes did drift closed briefly, but I forced them back open again, somehow managing to keep an eye on things while waves of pleasure shot through me.

I was getting closer and closer to shooting my seed right into her mouth. She’d swallow it. That thought took me the rest of the way toward my orgasm.

Just as Sloane had, I gripped the edge of the table as my cock pulsed, shooting a stream of cum right into her mouth. If we’d been home alone, I would have yelled out a profanity or two. My orgasm was that good. But I managed to stay quiet, especially once the server came into view. And she was heading this way.

I tapped Sloane on the head and said, “Stay still and hide” while I pulled up my pants and underwear and slid the napkin over my crotch.

“Oh,” the server said, her expression changing as she neared the table.

For a terrifying second, I was sure she’d spotted Sloane under the table. She’d moved over toward the wall, where I assumed she couldn’t be seen. But as the server arrived at the table, it was clear her eyes were on the check holder.

Shit. I’d forgotten to slide my credit card into the holder. The last thing I needed to be doing right now was trying to get to my wallet.

Luckily, I kept my credit card in my phone. I reached for it, slid the compartment in the back to the side, and pulled out my card, handing both it and the check holder to the server, who spun on one heel and walked off.

“Did she figure out what we were doing?” Sloane asked a minute or so later as she settled into her spot next to me, while straightening her clothes.

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