Page 20 of Wild Peak

Hunter shrugs, smiling a knowing smile. “Maybe he’ll meet someone. Maybe the universe has just been waiting until he’s ready.”

“Meetwho, though?”

Hunter laughs. “How should I know?”

God, sometimes I want to shove my beloved husband into a tree.

Vivid memories of pressing this man up against the nearest trunk flood my body, and my skin flushes hot under my clothes. My steps quicken, the shadows of tree branches striping across my body, and suddenly the friction between my thighs as I walk is extra maddening.

At my side, Hunter’s stride lengthens too.

“Jake could take her out for a walk,” he says under his breath. “Give us some alone time in the cabin.”

“Uh-huh.”

God, I can practically taste his cock already. My mouth waters. And sure, we already made out a bunch behind a boulder halfway up the trail, and that included slipping hands into clothes and bringing each other off. Weshouldbe less desperate to leap at each other, and yet… we’re never truly done. Both of us always want more, more, more.

The trail snakes around a bend, and there through the trees is our cabin in its clearing. The lake sparkles in the sunlight, and peals of giddy toddler laughter float up from the deck. My heart throbs with joy, and now I’m not sure what I want more: some alone time with Hunter, or to heft my sticky little munchkin into my arms.

There’s so much love in my life, I’m tugged in all directions. As we stride down the trail toward the cabin, I smile wide and my arms swing.

It’s a pretty great problem to have.

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