Page 31 of Married in Misty Mountain

“And on your car, too. Which didn’t do me a lot of good. We are getting you a new car, and you’re going to use it, by the way. No more walking everywhere. Too easy for people to follow you.”

I’m still stuck on the fact that my husband manipulated my phone without telling me.

“Hurley! A tracker?”

“You’re welcome.”

“Hurley!”

“What?”

I stare at him for a long minute, not knowing whether to kiss him or punch him in the arm for being such an overprotective ogre.

In the end, I don’t do either of those things.

Instead, I grab his shirt and pull him forward. “Take me home. Now.”

“Like hell you’re setting foot in that dump of an apartment again.”

I tap him on the cheek. “Not there. To your home. I want to go home with my husband. Now.”

Chapter Fourteen

Hurley

We don’t quite make it all the way to my cabin.

Driving twenty miles on narrow mountain roads is much longer than you think. Especially when you’re trying to bed your wife as soon as possible.

When Shenna’s hand snakes down the front of my jeans and finds my rock-hard cock, I have to pull off on the side of the road and cut the engine.

“Get over here before you end up killing both of us while I’m driving. Now.”

Shenna unbuckles her seat belt with a wild look in her eye.

I watch her in awe, hardly believing this is happening.

Maybe this is too fast, but we’re both so worked up from what happened.

I just need to feel her. To get lost in her. Leave my mark on my wife.

Shenna climbs into my lap, and I lower the driver’s seat. She straddles me, and I cup the back of her pretty neck, dragging her down for a kiss.

Her mouth moves desperately against mine, and I’m just as desperate for her.

“Hurley. I need you right now.”

I grip the bare skin of her midsection under her shirt, wishing I could take my time.

Later. We’ll take our time later. Right now, I just need her to fuck me.

I move her over me, showing her just how to grind, how to get herself ready for me.

Her voice is strangled as I reach down and massage her pussy. “Hurley…now!”

Fabric rips. Seams tear. Her shredded panties go to the floor, and I make quick work of unbuckling and unzipping my jeans.

“Take it out, Shenna. Take it out and fucking show me what you need.”

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