“That so?” Her words snap all the strings of my restraint, and I thrust forward to the hilt, eliciting a groan out of both of us. “Don’t tempt me too much. Otherwise the ride back to the inn won’t be as enjoyable as the arrival.”

“I’d trade memorable for enjoyable any day,” she murmurs. Her eyes remain closed, but the curve of her lips tells me she’s enjoying this banter.

“Remember you said that.” And I ram into her with one mission, and that’s to imprint this moment into her memory like no other.

Sweat sticks to my skin even though it’s cold around us. Autumn’s breasts, captured by her bra, jiggle as I thrust inside her.

“Push your bra down,” I rasp.

She brings her hands down achingly slow.

“Faster,” I groan.

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than when Autumn pushes the cups of her bra down and her hands get lost in her hair, as if she doesn’t know what to do with them. But moments later, they wrap around my shoulders. Her nails dig into my skin, and she cries out without inhibition.

She’s so fucking unexpected, taking me by surprise at every damn step.

I didn’t know four years ago that my little wife would have such a wild side.

We last for only a few more beats before she pushes me to the other side of this cliff of pleasure and I take the fall with her in my arms.

27. Autumn

27

AUTUMN

I get off Lukas’ bike and release a deep wince. He clears his throat, probably to hide the chuckle that I hear anyway.

The ride back was definitely…a bit uncomfortable. My sex clenches just remembering that moment, which was too wild and too raw. I can’t believe we did that.

If I thought Lukas was stunning in bed, I have no adjective to describe how he was today, with his jeans down and his cock at full mast in the woods.

I felt wild, unrestrained, and free, probably for the first time in my life.

“Autumn, you’re soaking wet.” My mom rushes to us with a towel as soon as I enter the inn.

My heart skips a beat, until I realize she’s talking about our clothes.

I grab the towel from her and glance at Lukas, who’s biting his bottom lip, looking impossibly handsome. Of course he knows my thoughts.

My cheeks enflame, and I’m sure they have turned scarlet. “Lukas took me for a bike ride, and it started to rain.”

“Bike ride?” Mom asks slowly and looks between me and my husband. “That sounds…fun.”

I can already see suspicion lingering in her gaze. I take a covert breath and try to act cool and normal. “It was, until…” I point toward my half-dried hair. “I’m worried I’ll fall sick.”

And that does the trick.