Page 75 of Wilderness Daddy

I’m just finishing collecting the roots when I hear Kari squeal. “I got something!”

I drop what I have and run to her.

“Pull the line!” I shout as I try to balance while rushing along the log. It’s unsteady in the water, bobbing up and down, so I throw my hands out to the sides for balance. She pulls the line but as soon as the fish gets close to the surface and splashes, she screams and drops the stick.

“Grab it!” I holler and rush for it, but the log sways and despite my pin-wheeling arms, I fall off with a splash, face first into the marsh. I rise, swearing, sluicing muddy water from my face only to see Kari, now standing, doubled over in laughter.

I’m covered in muck, thigh deep in cold water and she’s holding her belly. I frown and point at her.

“Not funny!”

She bites her lip, then covers her mouth trying to stop giggling but she can’t and dammit if it’s not contagious.

“But it is!” she says and sucks in air as a fresh wave of giggles starts. I cross my arms, fighting hard to keep my laughter down when suddenly she loses her balance and falls into the marsh with a smaller sploosh.

“And that’s karma, little girl!” I shout, shaking the water from my hair. She’s slapping at the water and sputtering, looking adorably like a drowned rat, when she stands up. I walk to her, trying to swallow my laughter when she suddenly looks down, her eyes widening and dives face first back into the water. What the...

“Lunch!” she proclaims loudly and my jaw drops. In her hands, squirming and flapping like hell, the line and stick dangling from its mouth, is a trout—a big one. My little minx caught it barehanded!

“Take it! Take it!” she squeals and laughs through her grimace. “It’s so gross!” I grab it from her.

“Turn away,” I demand and she doesn’t question me. I do what I have to do and set our now still lunch on the log. I wade back in and take her hand.

“It’s slippery, honey.” I help her back to solid ground and then pull her against me lifting her up to spin her around. When I stop and set her down, I plant my lips on hers, hard and unforgiving.

I swat her ass with a splat and chuckle when she gasps. “That’s for laughing at me.” I kiss her again, but this time she doesn’t let me pull away. This time she places both her palms on my face and holds me there.

“You make me a better person.”

“Baby,” I mumble against her lips. “You think laughing at me is good?” I hold her tight this time when she tries to pull away. “Kari, you were amazing when we met.” I kiss her deep and slow, our lips and tongues exploring, before I pull back enough to speak again. “You need to eat and we need to get dry before the sun goes down.”

“I’m definitely not dry,” she replies and I’m instantly hard for her again. This woman is going to kill me. I bend, wrap my arm around the back of her knees and stand, tossing her over my shoulder. She’s giggling and squealing as I grab the roots, shoving them into my pocket, and then grab the fish before heading back to camp.

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Kari grins with herfirst bite and it makes my heart dance. Her smile is stunning. It almost takes my mind off the fact that we’re only wearing our skivvies, our wet clothes hanging on a makeshift clothes rack I’ve made out of branches by the fire.

“This is delicious!” Her brow furrows as she looks at the flat rock I’ve baked it on. “How did you make this taste so amazing with a few green sprigs, that flat rock, and some moss?”

“Those few green sprigs are very flavorful herbs and leeks and this fish is naturally delicious. Besides, you’re starving. A pinecone would taste good right now.”

“What’s this?” she asks as I hand her a steaming cup. She sniffs it. “Doesn’t smell like the mint tea.”

“It’s ginger tea.”

“Yeah?” I nod and she takes a drink. “And you call this roughing it.” She drinks more with a pleasured moan that makes my cock stir. It sounds too similar to her sex moans and my body is definitely attuned to those.

“So what’s the plan?”

“You’re going to get a good night’s sleep and in the morning we’ll head back to Wilson’s. Grant will be there.”

She rolls her eyes. “And leave you here with the crazy hillbillies and the Sasquatch, I know.”

“Little girl,” I say in a deep growling voice. “Do you need a reminder already? Do you know what else ginger is good for?”

She huffs. “No.” Her voice is petulant and I have to fight to keep from smirking.

“And I definitely don’t want to know what else ginger is good for if it’s something you’ll use to force my compliance.”

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