Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
“Got it,” she says and takes off in a run with her long blond hair whipping behind her.
I’m making a mental note to speak with her head counselor just when I reach the edge of the lake. I look up for just a second and then everything inside me goes rigid. Honey is on the long dock in the distance walking back and forth. Her dirty-blond hair is piled high on her head and she’s got on sunglasses. I can see from the look on her face she’s staring hard at the water as she and a crew of lifeguards do the swim test. But that’s not what has me on edge. It’s seeing every inch of her olive skin tanned by the sun and on display. She’s wearing a bikini I’ve never seen before and I don’t like it. Her ample breasts swell against the thin material and the triangle of the bottoms hardly covers her juicy ass. She looks like she could be on the cover of Sports Illustrated and all I want to do is throw a blanket over her body and keep people from looking at her.
“Honey!” I bark across the water and she looks up at me.
Slowly she raises her sunglasses so I can see her eyes and then she has the audacity to wink at me. She turns around and struts away and I see red. She’s doing this just to have a go at me and the worst thing I could do right now is give her a reaction.
But I’m not a smart man when it comes to her and before I can think straight, I’m pulling my shirt off and making my way toward her.
Chapter Three
Honey
I let out a small scream as if surprised my husband is grabbing me from behind. I could hear him coming with his heavy footsteps on the wood dock. He’s a big man and the boards groan under his stomps.
It catches me off guard when he jumps with me in his arms. Seconds later we hit the water together with a splash and before I can recover he’s all over me.
“Ford.” I try to sound forceful, but it’s hard when he’s being a sexy mix of possessive and teasing.
I had it coming. I knew the swimsuit went a little far, but damn I love getting my man all worked up. People ask how we don't go crazy being out in the middle of nowhere. How could I when I have a husband like him to play with? It’s easy to work him up and down and no one knows how to work my husband like I do. But he still has the ability to surprise me. I didn’t think he was going to take me into the lake.
“You looked like you needed to cool off.” He pulls me close and I wrap my legs around him. We can’t touch bottom where we are right now at the end of the dock.
“You guys done for the day?” he shouts to the guards who are doing the training.
I hear our lead guard laugh and I roll my eyes. They’re all used to Ford and his ways. My husband is a gentle giant. He has a hell of a bark when he uses it, but if people dig even a little they can find the sweetness underneath.
We are openly affectionate in front of others because I think it’s good for people to see a happily married couple after all this time. There’s nothing wrong with a husband and wife wanting to be close. There’s also nothing wrong with a husband treating his wife so well. It can show these girls what a man is and what they should be looking for when it’s time for them to find one of their own.
“I’m not done for the day,” I tell him and give him a quick kiss. “Neither are you. You gotta find my sunglasses because those were brand new.”
A smug smile pulls at his mouth as he removes one of the arms he has wrapped around me to show he’s got my sunglasses in his hand. I should have known he caught them. I kiss him again to wipe the smug look off his face. Before I know what’s happening, hands are everywhere and he’s swimming away with me to hide us with the dock. It never takes much to get the two of us going.
“Honey.” He yanks his mouth from mine, pissed that he has to. I catch my breath as we make our way toward the shore.
When we get out of the water, I see all the lifeguards have cleared out. But we’re out in the open next to the lake and someone could come along.
“We’re not alone.” I look around and he shakes his head.
His fingers lock with mine and I try to move toward our place, but he pulls me by my hand, leading me back to the dock. He grabs the shirt he dropped and puts it over my head before he slides his shoes back on and I grab my flip-flops.