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per coming down. “It could be a couple things,” he stammered,

feeling his cock spring out into the warm air. “Oh Christ, Kay.”

He gasped quietly; his head fell back into the grass as he sur-

rendered to his wife’s mouth in utter delight. Her mouth felt so hot and so wet, and she was so greedy about it. She was really

sucking on it, creating too much pressure, letting the head of his cock nudge way back in her throat.

“Shit, Kaylie, I’m going to come.”

It was happening too fast. Kaylie stopped. “No way,” she said

breathlessly. “Don’t you do that to me, I’m too excited.”

“Kay, what you are doing?” Connor watched his wife with

mixed feelings of shock and absolute arousal as she stood up

and unzipped her own jeans and then pulled them, and her

panties, all the way down. She kicked off her sneakers almost

angrily, as if she couldn’t get them off her feet quick enough, and in a heartbeat, she was completely naked. Right out there

in the open.

She looked so beautiful, so swept up in her own desire. Con-

nor pulled her down next to him in the grass, then rolled on

top of her and mounted her. Her pussy was soaking, completely

ready for him. The slick hole opened around his cock and her

heat enveloped him. “This is not exactly going to keep me from

coming,” he’d warned her, her lips kissing his cheek, his chin, and then even his mouth as he spoke to her. “I hope you know

that.”

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“I know that,” she insisted quietly. “Just fuck me, honey. Be

quiet and fuck me. Come whenever you need to.”

“You mean,
in
you?” he said in her ear, his voice sounding just as insistent, and just as breathless, as hers. “You want me to come in you? It’s okay? It’s not your time or anything?”

“It’s okay,” she’d half-answered, half-cried that day as he’d

suddenly gone at her with vigor. “You can come in me,” she’d

said, “—
oh God
.” He was so hard and going in deep. She spread her thighs wider, hiked her legs higher, feeling him going
really
deep. “Connor,
shit
—oh God.”

She gripped him tight in her arms and then hugged her knees

close to him, letting him go at her very hard and very fast, while she whimpered and cried in his ear in rhythm to every repeated

thrust.

Miraculously, he had kept himself from coming right away.

Once he’d found his rhythm in her, he’d kept it going, entranced by the sounds of her pleasure. He’d gone at her harder than he

usually did; he’d felt that caught up in the rhythm of her cries.

He’d never known her to sound so full of lust before. It had

finally overwhelmed him.

He came in her, and even though she hadn’t come yet, she’d

suddenly felt very exposed out there by the riverbank, on the

grass behind some old ranger station—and she hadn’t thought

to check if it was occupied or not. She’d hurried to get back into her clothes. It was not a moment too soon.

Connor seemed to be keeping pace with her reveries. “Do

you think that the park ranger had been watching us the whole

time?”

When Connor spoke, he startled Kaylie back to the present,

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back to the reality of the car, its heater on high as they drove along 611. It wasn’t spring, it was winter. There was snow out

there along the canal now.

Kaylie laughed uneasily. “I don’t know,” she said.

“He sure timed it right, didn’t he? Coming around the back

of that house the minute you’d finished putting your clothes

on?”

“I’d wondered about that, too—his impeccable timing.”

“And you’d been making an awful lot of noise. He had to

have heard you.”

She’d been making a lot of noise; for some reason, hearing

Connor say that made Kaylie feel excited again. “Well, he was

polite about it, either way,” she said.

“I suppose he was.” Connor gave the idea some thought: a

stranger, a man in a uniform, secretly watching him fucking his wife. For a fleeting moment, Connor found the idea curiously

appealing but then he let it go.

Kaylie pulled her coat more tightly around her and then snug-

gled down into the seat. She couldn’t help it; she was horny.

Remembering that whole episode had gotten to her. She’d been

in a light swoon all day anyway. She tried to distract herself by looking out the window at all the snow-covered scenery: the

dusted trees, the hills in the distance, the occasional swath of snowy farmland that would suddenly burst into view. But nothing helped take her mind off it: she wanted to fuck and she

wanted to make a baby. In that order. Right now.

“What are you thinking about?” Connor asked her. “You’re

so quiet over there.”

“Nothing,” she said. “I’m just looking at stuff.”

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“The farmers’ market is just here up the road, you know.”

“Have we already gotten that far?”

“Yep. We’ve gotten that far.”

Why is he looking at me so oddly, she wondered; is he read-

ing my mind? No, she convinced herself. I have a guilty con-

science, that’s all. But why should I feel guilty? He’s my husband.

I’m allowed to want to have sex with him.

It was the baby stuff she felt guilty about. She’d been pres-

suring him a lot lately. She found herself unwilling to let him make his own decision about it anymore. For the first time since they’d gotten married, she was ovulating and hadn’t told him.

Why was that? Was she hoping to trap him, to assert her will

over his constant stalling?

I can’t do that, she told herself. That would be so unfair. He

would never forgive me. Well, she realized, he would forgive me, most likely. But maybe he would never really trust me again.

“Kay?” he said. “Did you hear me?”

“No, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I said it’s closed; you were right—look.”

They had pulled into the farmers’ market and sure enough, it

was boarded up for the winter. Not just the outside stalls, which would have been expected, but the inside market was closed for

the season, as well. The whole property seemed deserted. The

dirt roads that led through the fruit orchards were still dusted in snow; they showed no tire tracks, no footprints.

Connor pulled the car up one of the roads, then stopped and

put it in park.

“What are we doing?” Kaylie asked. “Did you want to take a

walk in the snow?”

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Connor looked at her for a moment. “Not really,” he finally

said.

“Connor, what is it?”

“Well, we have plenty of time now. And no one’s here.”

Oh no,
she thought, feeling unnerved by that look in his eye. It was highly unlikely that this had been part of his plans for the day; he probably hadn’t brought a condom.

“What do you mean?” she asked naively, stalling a little her-

self now.

He turned off the car. “You know what I mean.”

“I do?”

He smiled at her sudden reluctance. He liked it when she

pretended to be shy. “You do. Come on, should we take a little

walk?”

“It’s cold out there.”

“So? It’ll be a new adventure. Come on, Kay. Let’s go.” He un-

locked the car doors. The sudden springing sound of it gave her a jolt. “What’s with you?” he asked, opening his door. “Don’t

you want to?”

“I want to,” she said. “It’s just—”

“What? Are you afraid of a little snow?”

“No,” she said.

“Then what is it? Are you afraid I’m going to fuck you so

hard you’ll come all over yourself—and me, I hope?”

Oh no, now he was going to start talking dirty to her. She

was doomed. Just
say
it, she tried to convince herself. Tell him it’s not a good time; that he’s going to have to be careful because she could get pregnant . . . But then he’ll lose the mood—and

fast.

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“Come on,” he said again, getting out of the car. “Let’s go. If it’s too cold, we can always come back to the car instead and fuck like crazy teenagers in the backseat. Come on.” He slammed his

door closed. Kaylie didn’t move. She watched him come around

the front of the car to the passenger side; she watched him open her door. His crotch was at eye level; he had a hard-on inside

his jeans.

She looked up at his face. “Surprise,” he said, knowing she’d

seen it, his erection nearly bursting open his zipper.

This time she knew she was blushing. “Christ, Connor.”

“Come on, honey.” He reached down and unbuckled her seat

belt. “Let’s go take a walk in the snow.”

“But what about the game—don’t you want to be there in

time for the face-off ?”

“We will. Don’t worry about it.” He took Kaylie’s arm and

helped her get out of the car.

The cold air felt sobering but it wasn’t an icy blast; it was

bearable. Kaylie took Connor’s hand and they began walking—

up the dirt road into the orchards. The trees were breathtak-

ing in the light dusting of snow. And the sky was heavy with

another imminent snowfall. It created a feeling of isolation, of being cushioned against the outside world.

Connor broke the silence. “No one’s here,” he said. “We are

completely and utterly alone—look at this.”

Kaylie looked, they were indeed alone. Quietly, in keeping

with the solemnness of their surroundings, she said, “You’re not really expecting me to take my pants off out here, are you?”

“I kind of was,” he said.

“Connor, you’re crazy.”

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“Kaylie, come here.” Connor pulled her into his arms and they

kissed, their down-filled jackets serving as a soft barrier between them. “This won’t do,” Connor insisted. “Here, let me undo

that.” He unzipped Kaylie’s jacket and then unzipped his own.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” He pulled her to him again and kissed her, this time the warmth of their bodies connected them.

Kaylie felt Connor’s erection pressing up against her and it

made her push back against him; she couldn’t help herself. She

was getting too worked up for him and it just wouldn’t do, she

had to hide it, to keep it locked up tight. It was going to be a lost battle, though, if he kept pushing up against her like this.

“Connor,” she said quietly.

“What?”

She didn’t say anything more; she returned his kisses, find-

ing his tongue with hers, engaging him fully, and moaning in

urgency when she felt his hand going up under her sweater. It

was ice-cold, but she didn’t care. She wanted to feel him touching her skin.

He didn’t go up under her bra, not at first. He seemed content

to feel the fullness of her breast while he kissed her. It was Kaylie who wanted her bra undone. She had her coat on, she figured, and her sweater was covering most of her. No one would see—if

there were anyone watching them, that is. And there wasn’t. She pulled up her own sweater, then, and tugged her bra up over her tits.

“Kaylie,”
Connor said eagerly. Kaylie’s nipples were stiff points; her breasts looked too inviting as they rose to attention in the cold air. His mouth was on her in a heartbeat.

Feeling the warmth of his mouth, the pressure of his lips,

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his flicking wet tongue tormenting her swollen nipple—Kaylie

groaned in reluctant defeat. She was too aroused for words now.

And words were exactly what she needed to tell Connor to stop,

that it was leading them into murky waters; that they would

soon be out of control.

“No,” she whispered quietly, too quietly to be taken seriously.

“Connor, don’t.” His mouth had left her nipple and he was kiss-

ing his way down her ribcage, down her belly. He was on his

knees in the snow and his hands were impatiently pulling the

waistband of her pants, then her panties, down over her hips.

“Don’t,” she insisted again.

Her mound was exposed, and the light swirl of brown hair.

Connor caught her scent immediately. “Why not?” he asked,

looking up at her—his eyes on fire with lust already.

Kaylie couldn’t resist that look. “I’m going to fall down,” she said.

“Okay,” he said, quickly rising to his feet. Leaving her ex-

posed, he pulled her to an apple tree. “Lean against it,” he said.

He went back down to his knees again, only now he pulled her

pants and her panties all the way down to her ankles.

“Oh God
,” Kaylie squealed. It was really cold out. Before she could protest further, though, two of his fingers went up her

hole. She groaned deliriously, in spite of herself and the freezing cold.

“Jesus, Kaylie,” he said. “You are soaking.”

“I know I am,” she whimpered in defeat, succumbing quickly

to the sheer pleasure of his steady fingers probing up inside

her. And once again, words became too much to manage; she

was nothing but moans and little whimpers of delirium as she

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