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I suck her nipple into my mouth, and I love everything about how she tastes, how she moves, how she moans for more.

I suck harder, and she moans louder.

I move my mouth back to hers, and I hold my cock in a fist as I slide it through her before pushing into her. We both hiss at the feel of my entrance, and then I start to move.

She feels like sweet perfection as I pump into her, and I already know this won’t last nearly long enough. One part of me feels like forever isn’t long enough to spend right here in this place, while the other part of me needs the release like I need to fucking breathe.

Her moans goad me on to push harder, higher, faster, and we both grunt as pleasure starts to grip onto us both. I hammer into her, holding her around her back so she doesn’t move around on the barrel, and her hands grip around my biceps as she lets me know how much she likes what I’m doing.

I can tell she likes it when she starts to get loud, and the crescendo is building. She lets out a squeal, and that’s the thing about fucking her—she’s quiet and understated in her day-to-day life, but when I get her going, she unleashes this sex goddess that resides inside her.

And I don’t know if I’ve experienced anything hotter in my entire life.

“I’m coming!” she squeals. “I’m coming, oh, God, Spencer, you’re making me come so hard!”

Jesus Christ.

“I fucking love watching you come,” I growl.

Her words combined with the hot way her pussy pulses over and over around my cock are enough to spur me into my own release. It feels like I’ve left this world for another as my balls draw up and my body responds to her with spasms of its own as she convulses over and over around me, her nails digging into my biceps and her body gyrating in time with mine.

I grunt my way through my release, not wanting to drop out of her even when it’s over. Instead, I stay exactly where I am, breathing her in as we both try to catch our breath after the run followed by that sexy workout.

I stay inside just a little longer, pulling her into me. She moves her hands from my biceps, lacing her arms around my waist.

And as we hold each other in the quiet afterglow of spontaneous sex in a barn after racing our way here, I can’t help but think that this is what I want forever to look like.

Chapter 40: Spencer Nash

She’s Full of Surprises

Two and a Half Weeks After the Wedding

I stare in shock around the barn.

I legitimately thought I was coming here to have sex with my wife on my thirtieth birthday, and instead, the most important people in my life are standing here yelling Surprise!

I clutch my chest as the shock plows into me. My mom. My dad. All three of my brothers and both of my sisters-in-law.

Of all the things I thought might happen today…this wasn’t it.

I’ve been facing the reality that I’m not just a year older but an entire decade older all day. I’ve been trying to sort through the feelings accompanying that. Many of my acquaintances who are thirty have been married for years now and have a kid or two, and that’s not on my radar.

“Happy birthday,” Grace says, a huge grin lighting up her face.

“You did this?” I ask.

She nods a little, and I just shake my head as I move toward her and lean down to kiss her. “I can’t believe you not only arranged it but kept it a secret.”

“I’m full of surprises,” she says with a smirk.

If that isn’t the understatement of the year.

Steve and Maggie are here, too, along with a handful of teammates I was close to in Minnesota. I make the rounds and greet everyone, and I can’t help but be immensely impressed by the transformation inside this barn.

I thought she’d planned to use the charity event she’s been planning as the kickoff to opening the new event space at the vineyard, but this small, intimate party is perfect here.

Complete with the lights strung along the pitched ceiling exactly as I imagined it when I mentioned that to her the night we fucked right over there on that barrel.

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