by Cat Mason
“The lake, huh?” he asks, arching a brow.
Smiling up at him, I nod. “Come on, you know you want to go just as much as I do. It’s perfect out and we won’t have many more of these weekends since it’s getting cooler. Just us and no phones.”
Leaning down, he presses his lips to mine as he settles between my thighs. “How in the hell can I say no to that?”
I get lost in his kiss. Cupping his face in my hands, I pull him to me to deepen the kiss. Gunnar parts his lips, brushing his tongue along mine as he slides his hand down urging my thigh around his hip as he rolls his pelvis.
His lips leave mine, trailing along my jaw towards my ear. My eyes flutter closed at the soft feel of his mouth and fingers, but I wait for that burst of passion to erupt through him. Don’t get me wrong, I love how he worships me, but at times, I know it’s not all he wants. He holds back. Part of me wonders if it’s something wrong with me, but I dismiss most of those thoughts quickly. Surely, if that were the reason, he would tell me.
Right?
“Ugh,” he groans, burying his face in my neck. “We’ll never get through the weekend lake traffic if we don’t get on the road.” Pressing a kiss just behind my ear, he rolls off me and climbs out of bed. “My girl wants to go to the lake, who am I to argue with that? A wet wife, beer in my hand… Yeah, sounds like a great way to spend the day.” Heading into the closet, he tells me to pack a lunch for us and to be ready to leave in twenty minutes.
Since I already have my suit on under my pink tank and jean shorts, I slip on my flip flops and head into the kitchen to pack up. Stocking the cooler with sandwiches, water, and beer, I pull the heavy thing to the door for Gunnar then set about grabbing a blanket, towels, and sunscreen.
By the time I’m done stacking everything by the back door, Gunnar walks out in his trunks and an Indians Football t-shirt. “Ready, babe?” he asks, grabbing a small bottle of apple juice from the fridge and a granola bar from the cabinet.
“Yeah,” I reply, grabbing the bag from the counter. “Let’s get out of here.”
Once the truck is loaded, we gas up, and head out of town. Windows down and radio blaring, we burn up the highway until the office buildings and big brick houses turn into log cabins and barns on rolling hills. Out here, the paved interstates and hustle and bustle of the always buzzing tri-city area is a distant memory. Two lane roads turn into dirt, but I love it. It’s quiet and there’s nothing but us, the road, and Luke Bryan rocking through the speakers until we pull up at the shore of Cherokee Lake.
People fly by on jet skis and boats, but Gunnar passes them, along with the guys fishing on the banks. Following the old dirt road, he turns off onto a trail and parks beneath a tree so that the back end of the truck faces the water. “This good?” he asks, turning to look at me.
“Yes, perfect.” I nod, and fling open my door.
Shutting off the engine, he climbs out, lowering the tailgate as he rips his shirt over his head and tosses it into the bed of the truck. Hitching my leg up, I start to climb up into the bed but Gunnar’s arm wraps around my middle. Whipping me around, he hoists me over his shoulder, clamping his other securely over my ass. Then we’re moving. Fast.
“Gunnar!” I scream, my body bouncing against his as he charges away from the truck and toward the water.
Leaping from the bank, he laughs as the water splashes us. Swatting me playfully on the ass, he dumps me off into the water. Standing to my feet, I gasp and sputter, wiping my wet hair from my face to glare at him. “I can’t believe you just did that,” I say, even though I should expect it by now.
A huge, playful smile spreads across his face, his dimples on full display. “You said you needed water, baby. I’m just gettin’ you wet.”
Pulling my wet tank over my head, I toss it onto the bank of the lake and take a step toward Gunnar. “Is that so?” I purr, reaching out to run my hands up his bare chest. Looking up into his eyes, I tug at my bottom lip with my teeth. “Wanna know what’s better than gettin’ me wet, baby?” I ask, feeling his heart beat rapidly beneath my palm.
Leaning down, he parts his lips, his tongue running along his bottom lip. “What’s that?” His eyes darken and he studies me, just waiting for me to kiss him.
Leaning up on my toes, I brush my lips over his, slowly. “This.” With both hands, I shove his chest as hard as I can as I wrap my leg around the back of his knees causing them to give. Gunnar’s eyes widen as tumbles backward, but not before grabbing me and dragging me with him.
I scream in surprise as he pulls me under with him again. “I think you’re askin’ for it, Kennedy,” he says, standing to his feet. Pulling me flush to his chest, Gunnar smiles. He’s so carefree and playful today. All the stress from the team and life in general is gone. We’re just us and that’s what I wanted today.
“I love you, Gunnar.”
Urging my legs around his waist, Gunnar presses his lips to mine. His mouth opens, playfully kissing me. He only gives me so much before pulling back. Then he cups my face with one hand to deepen it again, while the other remains on my soaked denim-clad ass. He repeats the process, teasing me with slow licks and swipes of his tongue. My hands go into his hair, tugging the overgrown strands that are now beginning to curl over the polo shirts he wears when he’s teaching.
“I love you too,” he mumbles into my mouth before he falls backwards, taking us both under again. This time, I don’t scream. I get lost in my silly husband and enjoy my water.
Later, my head is resting on Gunnar’s lap as we relax on the blanket in the bed of the truck. While he eats the last of his sandwich and drinks a beer, I stare out at the water and I tell him all about my week at the store with Lynsey and Mark. There is never a dull moment there, so I have plenty to tell, which has him laughing and shaking his head a lot.
“I can’t believe some of the questions people ask when they come in.” I giggle, feeling my face flame. “I was nowhere near prepared to explain which position would be best for an XXL anal torpedo. Not like that thing has been in my ass.” Looking up at him, I gesture with my hands just how big that big fucker is.
Gunnar’s eyes widen, a blush spreading across his cheeks. His fingers run along my hair, brushing it away from my face and neck. “I’m surprised Lyn didn’t video tape that.”
“I’m sure she did.” Gunnar’s phone goes off behind him, making me scowl at him. “I thought we said no phones.”
He shrugs, pressing the button. “Hey, man. What’s up?” Gunnar listens for a minute, his hand still running through my hair. “Yeah, man. Kennedy and I drove up to the lake. Just hangin’ out for the day and shit. Nothin’ major.”
Lying there, I enjoy of the feeling of his hands on me while trying to ignore that Gunnar is taking a call from a buddy on our alone day. That is, until Gunnar’s entire body freezes. “Who was doin’ what beneath the bleachers?”
My blood runs cold. Gunnar’s entire faces changes, anger flashes in his eyes. “That’s not possible. There’s no way they’d ever do that.”
Fuck! I can feel my heart about to explode out of my chest. My stomach leaps into my throat at just the thought of how careless Dixon and I were. There’s no way someone could have spotted us. Could they?
Shifting my weight, I start to climb from the bed of the truck. Gunnar’s hand clamps over mine, stopping me. His eyes meet mine. “We’re headin’ back. Now.” No sound comes out, but his mouth moves before pressing into a hard line, listening to whoever is on the other end of the phone. “Thanks, for tellin’ me. Seriously, don’t be sorry dude. Someone would’ve told me sooner or later. This kinda shit always comes out.”
Ending the call, Gunnar jumps over the side of the truck bed to the ground. Shoving into his shoes, he starts throwing stuff into the back seat. “You need to get down, Kennedy.” His tone is harsh and it cuts deep.
“What’s going on?” I ask, swallowing hard.
“I don’t even know how to talk about it right now.”
Nodding, I slide to the ground, and walk around the truck to climb into the cab, feeling like my heart has been ripped from my chest. He knows. Fuck my life, I hurt the man I love. I’ve ruined everything by being selfish and reckless.
And… he can’t even look at you, let alone talk to you.
“Goddammit,” Gunnar shouts, slamming the tailgate. Getting into the truck, he says nothing. He jerks on his seat belt, starts the truck, and peels out of the spot, spinning mud and gravel everywhere as the truck gets traction.
The entire ride is in silence. Not even the radio is playing and I feel like the entire world is coming down on me inside the cab of this truck as I try to hold it together. Pulling my phone from the console, I text Lynsey.
G knows.
Pushing back the tears that burn my eyes just at typing those six letters, I glance over at a seething Gunnar. His fingers are wrapped around the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles are white.
The silence is deafening and by the time we make it back into the city, I’m damn close to wringing my hands in my lap. I force myself to look out the window, anywhere but at Gunnar. I don’t know what to say, so I don’t try to make conversation at all. He bypasses the exit to the house completely, heading into downtown.
Thoughts race through my head. Knowing that he’s got to be headed toward the firehouse where Dixon is probably working. I sit back in my seat, figuring that he doesn’t want to say anything until he has us both together. That way, he can deliver his crippling blow to us both at once before walking away.
Driving past the fire station, my eyes go to Gunnar when he doesn’t stop. I watch his jaw tick angrily, studying him, completely confused when he pulls into the school parking lot. “Gunnar…” I start, “Please, tell me what’s wrong.”
“There’s Ralph,” he says, parking the truck. “Stay here, we’ll talk about this when I come back.”
Without another word, he jumps out of the truck and heads over to his assistant coach, Ralph, standing in front of his blue Chevy Silverado. I watch as they talk, even if I can’t hear any of what they are saying.
My phone buzzes with a text message from Lyn.
The fuck?
Gunnar turns back and heads toward me. Quickly, I type out a reply to Lynsey, letting her know that if I don’t end up at her place, I’ll call her later.
“I can’t believe this.” Climbing back into his seat, he presses his head to the steering wheel and blows out a ragged breath. All I can do is wait. I don’t move, I don’t breathe. I want to scream, but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out. Resting his chin on the steering wheel, Gunnar looks over at me, his face filled with disbelief and hurt. It’s fucking crippling. My eyes fill with tears. Opening my mouth, I start to apologize, to beg for his forgiveness for the horrible things I’ve done.
“Ralph said that after the game he saw Cody Hamilton buying drugs under the bleachers,” he says on an exhale.
“The kicker?” I ask, blowing out a breath of relief. I hate this, especially for Gunnar. He works his ass off to be there for these boys and I know that he feels angry and helpless, but this is not what I expected.
“Yeah.” Leaning back in the seat, he rakes a hand through his hair. “Monday morning we’ll call him down to meet with Principal Needham, along with Cody’s parents. Ralph is required, as am I, to report it to the police. They’re handling that aspect of it already. If he pisses dirty, he’s not only off the team, he’s expelled.”
“I’m so sorry, honey.”
Reaching over, Gunnar covers my hand with his. “I’m sorry about before and ruinin’ our day together. I was just so mad at Cody, and at myself. I should’ve seen it. I can’t believe it was goin’ on right in front of my damn face and I was fuckin’ blind to it.”
Guilt hits me square in the face. Right now, I hate myself. The only person I hate more is Dixon, because for some reason, even after all this, I still can’t stop making my body want him.
“What about this? I think you’d like this,” Lynsey yells from across the store. When I look up and see that she’s holding a giant purple monster cock in the air, I nearly spit my coffee out all over the invoices that I have been attempting to do since I walked in two hours ago. Two hours of interrogation by one pissed off Domme who, more than once, threatened to bend me over a spanking bench and beat my ass for information. To say she was upset that I didn’t call her the second Dixon pulled his cock out of me, or why I thought Gunnar knew, would be the understatement of the year. After the multiple threats, she finally managed to pull all the details out of me that she wanted and has done nothing but crack jokes at my expense since.
“Please tell me how you took the words ‘I think the roughness is what I’ve been missing’, and turned it into ‘I think Kennedy would like to be able to fit a bowling pin in her twat’?”
Lynsey snickers, putting the scary-huge dildo back on the shelf, and moves on to something else. “How about this?” She holds up a double penetration vibrator. When she sees me shiver at just the thought, the smile on her face broadens.
Fuck me for telling this bitch anything. Ever.
I shake my head and scowl. “I don’t think we can be friends right now.”
“Oh stop being a bitch. I’ve been telling you for years that there was a freak inside of you somewhere. Everyone has one.”
“Gunnar doesn’t, and knowing I like this side of me only makes this situation worse,” I deadpan.
Putting the toy back on its peg, Lynsey turns and crosses her arms over her chest just as Mark pushes through the front door. He waves at me. Obviously noticing the tension in the room, he chooses to remain silent as he heads out back.
Smart man.
“Everyone does, Kennedy, everyone. And how could you possibly be sure that Gunnar doesn’t? I bet you’ve never even asked for something different than what he’s always given you. Since he’s always treated you like glass, I’m sure it’s nothing rough or kinky.”
I feel my face heat so I turn my attention back to the papers in front of me. The fact that she’s right pisses me off, but more than that, it makes this situation even more confusing. I used to tell her everything that happened between Gunnar and me, now I hide it. However, I have no problems telling her every single detail of what Dixon does to me and how it makes me feel. Dixon is the one I should be hiding from her. My dirty little secrets shouldn’t be aired out like laundry.
“You’re afraid to tell him you want something different, aren’t you?” Her voice softens a bit and it causes tears to pool in my eyes, but I have no idea why. I attempt to wipe them away before she notices, but fail and she steps up next to me at the counter so she can whisper. “Babe, why is it that you’re afraid to ask Gunnar, the guy you’ve always trusted with everything, for something new, but have no qualms about asking Dixon?”
Swallowing my nerves, I look up at her. “I don’t know how to ask Gunnar without it sounding like I’m unhappy or ungrateful with what he’s giving me. Because I’m not, and I don’t want him to ever doubt that. But with Dixon I don’t even have to ask, he just… knows. I don’t know.”
Mark pulls open the door right after I finish talking and Lynsey beings to grin like that cat who ate the canary.
“Hey, Mark,” Lynsey’s tone changes subtly as she speaks to him and I’m not sure why. “How do you find out if a guy’s a freak without asking him?”
Dropping the boxes in his arms to the floor, he laughs. “Stick a finger in his ass. Feels phenomenal. If he lets you do that you could probably get him to do anything.”
Lynsey turns her attention back to me, but I don’t miss the way Marks eyes linger on her for too long when she isn’t watching.
“And there you have it.”
“There you have what?” Dixon’s voice washes over me from the door behind me, sending shivers down my spine. I can’t muster up the courage to turn and look at him just yet, but thankfully Lynsey has never had a problem taking charge.
“Mark’s a freak,”
she says. “Likes things shoved in his ass.”
Mark’s eyes widen, but Dixon doesn’t even bat an eye at the comment. “A little kink never hurt anyone.” I finally manage to turn around and look at him, because I honestly want nothing more than to beg him to fuck me over the counter. His eyebrows draw together in concern. “You all right? Look like you’ve been cryin’.”
Shit, I forgot about that.
“Tears of joy,” Lynsey inserts, saving me again. “I promised to tie her up and fuck her ass with my strap-on.”
Dixon’s eyes heat for a moment as he continues to stare at me, then suddenly it’s gone as he pulls himself together and remembers that there are other people here. “Kinky bitches. I learn somethin’ new about y’all every time I’m with you.”
“Well, you know me, I’m known for shockin’ the cock.” Lynsey smirks.
Stepping closer to the counter, Dixon leans across it, completely invading my space as he reaches over to grab one of the blackout bags without breaking eye contact. His scent hits me like the broad side of a truck and I have to grip the counter and lock my elbows to keep myself from leaning into him. I know Lynsey is watching what is transpiring right now; I can feel her gaze burning into me. I am honestly surprised she doesn’t open her mouth and say something about getting a room, but I’m thankful. Mark doesn’t know what happened, and Dixon doesn’t know I hashed things out with Lynsey. Both secrets I would like to keep at the moment.
“You know you’re supposed to get a bag after you purchase things, right?” I surprise myself by speaking, but more so by the fact that my tone is sarcastic even though I can’t pull my head out of my ass enough to act normal right now.
The corner of his mouth twitches. “Yeah, Sunshine, but maybe I don’t want you kinky bitches to know what I’m buyin’. It’s none of y’all’s business what happens in my bedroom… or outside of it,” he adds with a quick wink as he turns away.
Lynsey bites her lip to keep from laughing. Taking a deep breath she puts on her best professional face as a few random people walk in. Even though I get busy helping customers while Dixon browses, I can’t keep my mind from wondering what he’s buying, and who he is buying it for. By the time I finish up with everyone, Lynsey already has him cashed out, I’ve missed seeing what he bought, and he’s inching toward the door with a huge satisfied smile on his face as he watches me.
