Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement and turn, wondering if it’s Electra showing up again to show off her newest cub, but no, it’s the camera crew here to change out and adjust some of the cameras that hang in some of the rooms of the cabin.
As the three men exit their van, Hailey comes running out from the woods, sticks stuck in her hair, holding up what looks like a six-foot snakeskin to add to her collection.
She raises it toward Price, with a big smile and he drops into a crouch, giving her all his attention while she displays her newest treasure. She’s the original wild child for sure, and she’s so much like her Daddy that sometimes I feel outnumbered by their sheer ability to navigate the wilderness that surrounds our home.
Me? I am still not a fan of spiders, but I’ll re-home them back outside when Hailey or Price are not around.
“Ma’am.” The tallest of the crew approaches, and I nod, then shrink back a step, remembering I’m still in my nightgown with nothing on under it and I don’t wish harm to come to the innocent camera crew, but I might be too late. They all threetake a long look at me before I can stop what I know is about to happen.
In a split second, Price has Hailey corralled to watch Nick, and he’s halfway to the unsuspecting three men when I throw out a Hail Mary to save them.
“Come! Inside, there’s a huge, hairy, ten-inch spider!Hurry!” I scurry back into the foyer, sneaking a quick look back outside where Price pauses for a beat, his eyes flicking from the crew to the house, then back and forth one more time before he lets out a curse, pointing at the three men.
“Don’t look at her. That’s all mine,” he grumbles but leaves them standing, stomping toward the cabin.
We have a new spinoff series starting in a few weeks. Reality TV has become part of our life, but we keep normalcy as well with months off and certain parts of our life is off limits.
Price barges through the door, shirtless, hands balled into fists, stalling as I stand with my back against the wall in the hall.
“Where’s the spider?” He swivels his head around, searching, as I shrug my shoulders, clicking my teeth together on an apologetic smile.
“There’s no spider,” I admit as he releases a hoarse breath, his chest falling as he shakes his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want the children to see you breaking those men’s arms and legs. So traumatic for them.”
His long fingers move to scratch at his forehead, then rake through the waves of his chestnut brown hair. His features have deepened, ruddy and masculine and my desire for him grows with each passing year.
He’s in front of me in a second and I lower my coffee mug onto the chair next to me, then run a finger down the indent of his chest. “Maybe I just needed some attention.”
I can already feel the blush warming my cheeks at the lusty look in his eyes.
“Wife.” He grunts, chest heaving up and down. “You test me.”
“You love it,” I tease on a smirk as I use my other hand to work the buttons open on my nightgown, but I’m not even to the second one before I’m swept off my feet with a yelp, carried over his shoulder down the hall, my wetness already slippery between my legs at the thought of what’s coming.
Me, for one.
I do crave my husband. So much. More than when we met, I think, and he feels the same way. The first years were so busy with the camp and the baby, the reality show and me working through my master’s program.
Price and I tried keeping a place in New York at first for me to do my studies at NYU. He put in the effort, but in the end, Hailey was miserable in the city.
Our wild child longed for the forest and the bugs and all the creatures and peace it brings her. In the end, I realized the things I loved about the city could be had in short bursts of time, getting my fix before returning to the serenity of our life here.
I finished my degree online and take on a few local clients when it works into the schedule. I don’t need to work, but I like what I do. I like helping and language and giving people a voice that have struggled is fulfilling in a way I need outside of taking care of my brood.
Price flips me down onto my feet, fisting my hair and driving me to my knees before reaching out with his other hand and swinging the door closed, flipping the lock as heat prickles over my skin.
He’s got that look in his eyes that tells me things might get a little rough, but that only urges me on.
“Daddy wants me to help him relax?” I tease, my hands already on his belt, slipping the leather from the buckle, his enormous erection popping free as soon as I work the button and zipper on his jeans.
“Suck,” he says in that low, throaty voice that makes my insides all gooey. “No more talking. Get to work.”
I do as I’m told, greedily taking him between my lips, sighing at the first taste of his flesh, the little bead of pre-cum lighting up my taste buds.
My husband takes, but he gives so much more. He gave me the fairytale wedding of my dreams, with all the lace and flowers any girly girl could want.
Introducing him to my parents was a lot for them at first. He’s not the sort of man they probably thought I would take to, as well as our age difference and the fact that he had a daughter. It took them a minute to get settled into it all. But they saw how happy I am, and although they enjoy their visits here, they are keeping their condo in the city, which works out. The kids and I can get our taste of the other side of life whenever we want.
The camp is thriving. The WanderLust Love Adventure reality show is in its fourth season. It’s a more popular spinoff that happened when Price told the producers in no uncertain terms that he was definitely going tofraternizewith me.
