Page 113 of The Champion
Believe me when I say that not every time you have sexwith your husband is it going to be this way. Sometimes it’s quick and dirty,other times it’s slow and sensual and then there are the times when you just don’tmix. Something feels off, maybe it’s you, maybe it’s him, but guess what?
That’s marriage.
But this time, against the tree, I briefly thought tomyself, “Well, this is the second time in your life you’ve been fucked againsta tree.” And then I thought, “Hot damn, this is the second time I’m beingfucked against a tree.”
Focusing on the moment, my dirty heathen pressed hisforehead to mine, one hand wrapped around my right thigh and the other holdingonto a branch above my head. My eyes darted to his arm beside my head watchingthe way the thick muscles flexed as his hips moved. My eyes traveled over hisshoulder and then to his face watching the way his brow knitted together inconcentration, the way his lips parted slightly as he let out soft grunts ofpleasure. His eyes were closed but when I breathed his name, he opened them forme just about the time we fell.
I don’t mean fell into our rev limit either. I meanactually fell.
“Son of a bitch!” Jameson shouted, trying to break ourfall as his knee slammed into a log.
We must not have had good leverage or something becauseregardless, we fell.
“Get over here,” Jameson roughly grabbed me by my hipsand placed me on all fours, on the ground, in the woods.
If that wasn’t hot I’m not sure what was because Icompletely lost it and found my rev limit and then some.
I’m not sure what it was that made it so hot and sent mytemps rising but I’d like to think it was because of the way he manhandled meand shoved me on all fours to satisfy his need.
“That’s right.” Jameson said in a rush of winded wordsand a cocky nod when I finished moaning and turned to look at him.
He looked so hot with chips of wood in his hair, polishedbody from the humidity and working up fast time.
Removing myself from him, I threw his shirt at him.
“Someday you’ll need your own country to house that headof yours.”
I left him sitting there in the woods and began to makemy way back to camp when I heard Tommy yell, “Hey look, it’s a cougar.”
I knew he was joking but I’d never seen Jameson run sofast. He flew past me and was standing by the fire before I even made twosteps. Probably not that fast but it seemed that way.
“Hey asshole, thanks for caring about your wife!” Ishouted at him and then tripped over a log and face planted.
When I made it back to the fire Jameson was wrestlingwith Tommy and a bottle of pink hair dye.
Apparently, Tommy was trying to replace Jameson’s shampoowith pink hair dye when Jameson caught him.
I, for one, could have cared less about the hair dye orwho got their hair dyed when I returned.
I had some many cuts, bruises, splinters, and abrasionsthat I needed a first aid kit and a few words with Jameson and Tommy.
Tommy ran from Jameson when he kicked him in the shin andrealized he shouldn’t have but instead slipped and smacked the back of his headon a log.
Tommy laid there for a moment before he panicked.
“Oh god, please tell me I don’t have blood coming out ofmy ears! Please tell me!” he groaned pushing his hands through his orange hairand down his face roughly.
“No,” Jameson kicked him in the side, still without shoeson. “You don’t have blood coming from your ears dumb shit.”
Pushing Jameson aside, I knelt next to Tommy pretending tocheck for blood. “Nope, no blood. But you do smell like piss and Tequila andyou’re missing your eyebrows.” And then I smacked his forehead. “Don’t ever dothat to me again!”
“Do what?”
“Threaten a cougar sighting. We take that shit seriouslyin this family.”
“Oh please, it was a joke.” Tommy curled into a ball withhis log. The sun peaking over the trees revealed his pale face. “If I never seeTequila again, it will be too soon.”
Justin laughed hanging on Ami, his own face just as pale.“He said that last week.”
