If someone asked me weeks ago if I thought I’d actually be successful in getting Nikki to cross that bridge with her hand in mine, I’m not sure I would’ve taken that bet. We still have a long way to go, but her transformation amazes me. She’s taking the initiative in showing me affection now, something I wouldn’t have thought possible a few weeks ago.
“You’re up too early,” she says, coming out of the tent and cozying up to me next to the fire.
I’ve never had a night like last night. Sex under the stars and a night alone in the wilderness. Add it to the list of things I never would’ve thought I’d do. Especially when I was growing up.
“I kind of like this outdoors thing,” I say, and she laughs.
“Are you going to quit fighting and become a survivalist now?”
I wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. “I think it might be my calling.”
“Just an FYI then, I’m not an outdoorsy person.”
“I figured that out last night when you wouldn’t leave the tent to pee.”
She giggles. “Not that I didn’t fully enjoy my night last night.”
I glance at her head on my shoulder. “Best night of my life.”
She rolls her eyes and I put my finger under her chin to make sure she’s looking into my eyes.
“Best night of my life,” I repeat and place a chaste kiss on her lips.
She smiles and tips her head again to stare at the fire. “Tonight is duo night in town.”
“Duo night?”
She nods. “Two businesses sort of merge together for the night and the town comes out to support them. It’s just something fun.”
“And you bring this up why?” I hope I know why she’s bringing this up, but I don’t want to assume anything.
She pushes her body into mine. “I thought we’d go together. We can out ourselves.”
“Doesn’t everyone already think we’re out?”
She laughs. “My family knows something is up, believe me. They might act like they think we’re happy, but they know this was a Vegas wedding and they know me.”
I turn to face her. “You want to be an actual couple now?”
We haven’t had the full conversation, and although it sounds a tad high school and juvenile, a large part of me wants to hear her say she’s mine and vice versa.
“Logan, why don’t you just tell me what you want?” She straddles me and puts her hands around my neck.
I look at her. “Are you really my wife?”
She holds up her left hand and wiggles her fingers. I bring it to my mouth and kiss the inside of her wrist.
“I’m going to need a verbal affirmation.”
“Yes, I’m your wife,” she says before kissing me. “Although I will admit this seems weird that we went from strangers to married and dating, but we’re married.”
“It is unusual, but it feels right, don’t you think?”
She laughs. “Never in a million years did I think I’d find an MMA fighter who believes in signs and fate and marry him the night I met him.”
She presses her body to mine and my hands fall to her ass, grinding my hard length along her core. She starts grinding of her own accord and my lips seek out her neck. It’s hard to imagine ever getting enough of her.
Abruptly, she slides back on my legs and looks around for a second. Adam told me that we probably needed to get out of here by early morning because hikers will start showing up. It’s still pretty early, so I have time to take her right here.
She slides off my legs and drops to her knees in front of the fire, her eyes never leaving me. “Someone is wishing me good morning.” Her hands go to the sides of my shorts and I rise up from the log to help her take them off.
“He was feeling pretty neglected.” I run my hand through her hair. The fact her messy ponytail has more hair out than in and she feels comfortable like this in my presence makes me happy. This is something I’ve wanted in a relationship for so long. Authenticity.
She runs her palms up my thighs and grabs my length with one hand. “Let me make it up to him.”
Her small hand grips my dick, and she pumps it a few times, up and down, twirling around the top.
“Fuck, that feels good.” My head rolls back between my shoulder blades for a moment before the urge to see her taking me in her mouth is more important.
She leans forward, her tongue parting her lips, and I watch with fascination as she moves closer to my dick. At first, she licks up the length of me, her mouth surrounding the tip, then she’s swallowing me down her throat.
“Fucking hell, you’re good at that.”
She glances up at me through her thick eyelashes and smiles, swirling her tongue along the tip again before she eases me down her throat, sucking and pumping.
My hands have nowhere to go, so they fist in her hair. My hips rock, loving how deep she’s taking me. She knows way too much about how to get me off and I’m riding on the edge, not wanting this feeling to go away. Not so soon. But her free hand cradles my balls, and I can’t for the life of me hold out any longer.
“I’m coming,” I say, my fingers clenching in her blonde strands. She stays in place and I take that as a sign that she’ll be swallowing, which makes any small amount of willpower I had left crash land.
“And here we have this gorgeous clearing where we’ll stop for a snack,” a woman’s voice says.
Nikki lifts her head and my cum sprays her in the eye. She rears back and I rock forward, my ass sliding along the wood log.
We both look left to see a group of girls and their leader dressed in green, but the smell of hair burning takes my attention back to Nikki. Smoke’s coming from behind her head. I tackle her to the ground, and she smacks me on the back.
“The girls. Logan, get off of me!” she yells.
“Your hair is on fire,” I mumble.
“Miss Hartford, what are those two doing?”
The woman screeches at my naked ass up in the air.
“My hair!” Nikki turns her head and comes away with singed strands.
Fuck, how did our amazing night turn so disastrous?
“Excuse me, you two, I have impressionable girls here.” The leader stomps over to us.
I get off Nikki, quick to grab my pants and hide behind the tent until I’m fully covered, but the pain in my ass is killing me. Nikki quickly uses her shirt to wipe her face.
“I’m so sorry,” Nikki says. “My husband and I were just waking up.”
I come from around the tent and put my arm around Nikki, looking at the back of her head. She’s not going to be happy. A few inches of hair will have to be cut off.
“I see that. You know camping is prohibited here, don’t you?” She digs into her backpack and pulls out a cell phone.
Shit. Adam told me that, but said we’d be fine if we were out early this morning. I didn’t think he meant the ass crack of dawn though.
I do not need this being reported anywhere. Not when Nikki and I are finally getting somewhere. If she sees the media storm that can come from being with someone like me, she’s sure to leave me.
“Ma’am, this was an honest mistake. I tried to do something romantic for my wife.” I approach her, leaving Nikki near the tent.