Page 11 of Snowed in with the Mountain Man

JAKE

“Do you think the kids will be okay?" Caitlyn asked as we pulled out of her grandmother’s subdivision onto the main road.

It was Thanksgiving again, and every year, the holiday reminded both of us of that day we’d met four years ago. We’d accomplished a lot in those four years. We’d gotten married—a small ceremony at the Rosewood Ridge Retreat Center with our closest friends and family—and had a beautiful three-year-old daughter, Alexi, and another on the way. But Caitlyn was only three months pregnant, and we weren’t telling anyone, including her grandmother, until Christmas.

“I think Grammy is the one we need to worry about,” I said. “If Alexi gets bored with the parade, your grandmother might be calling us back.”

“We just stepped out for a second,” Caitlyn reminded me. “I’m sure Alexi will be fine.”

She was the one who’d asked the question in the first place. But she was nervous. We didn’t leave Alexi often. It wasn’t that Caitlyn didn’t trust her grandmother to watch her. She just liked being with her daughter as much as possible.

“Just long enough to get coffee creamer,” I said.

We’d both had a cup of coffee at home and didn’t need another. But when we arrived at her grandmother’s house to find Caitlyn’s sister wasn’t there yet, I jumped at the chance to get a little alone time with my wife. That was rare these days.

“You know, there’s something I’ve been meaning to show you,” I said.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Caitlyn look over at me. “What’s that?”

“It’s just down this way.”

I flipped on my turn signal and took a left at the next street. It was a long road that led to the lake. My buddies and I had fished there a few times, and even though it could be a busy area, I had a feeling on Thanksgiving morning it would be deserted.

I was right about that. Not a soul in sight.

I pulled into the parking lot, which was basically a large patch of dirt, and killed the engine. Instead of pulling into a parking space, I’d parked facing the water.

“Did you bring me here to park?” Caitlyn asked.

“If you mean park in the ‘making out in the front seat’ sense, then yes,” I said.

“Or the back seat.”

She glanced back there. Alexi’s car seat took up one of the two possible options. Getting down and dirty next to that seemed wrong. No, we’d stay up here.

I reached down and pressed the button to send my seat backward. I stared straight ahead as it moved, pretending not to notice my wife’s watchful eye.

“Beautiful view, huh?” I asked when she said nothing.

Caitlyn looked out her window. “Are you sure the police won’t come through here? I don’t want to get arrested.”

“This town has one law enforcement officer,” I said. “And a bunch of volunteer firemen who couldn’t care less about a married couple having sex in an SUV on a holiday morning.”

“Having sex? So that’s what you have planned for me?”

I looked over at her then. “You bet.”

A mischievous smile slowly spread across her face. “Let’s do this.”

Without delaying another second, she reached down and jerked her sweater over her head, tossing it to the floor. She then unfastened her bra, baring her breasts, which pregnancy had only made more voluptuous.

I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down without taking my eyes off my beautiful wife, who was removing her jeans and panties. Normally, it wouldn’t have been easy for her to crawl over to me, but since I’d pushed my seat back, she was able to easily step around the console and climb on top of me.

She didn’t mount me yet, though. Instead, she sat staring down at me as she wrapped her hand around my stiff cock.

“Remember the first time I did this?” she asked.

I nodded. “I’ll never forget.”

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