Camp Hardwood by Alexa Riley

Chapter Five

Honey

Imoan as my hips try to come off the bed. Ford sucks my clit into his mouth and I decide this is the best way to wake up. I want to grab him and dig my fingers into his hair but I can’t. He’s got my hands tied to the headboard and I’m not going anywhere unless he says so.

“Oh God,” I moan, ready to cum. I try to move my hips, wanting his cock inside of me. He knows what I want but he only slips in another finger to try and fill the need. Nothing will feel as good as my husband's cock and he knows it. I don’t care how much I love his fingers or how good he is with them, it will never be the same. But he knows how to work my body and within seconds I cum from him. The flood of pleasure takes my body and I grip the soft silk that keeps my hands tethered to the bed. He doesn’t stop and he demands another, but I don’t know how much more I can take.

“In me,” I encourage, but he shakes his head.

His mouth never leaves me and I can see he’s jacking himself off as he licks my pussy. I cry out his name because I’m too sensitive, but he doesn’t stop. He angrily strokes his cock and his motion jerks the bed. I know he wants to be inside of me as bad as I want him there but he’s not going to break. I know my husband. When it comes to my safety I come first. He’s on edge and struggling to deal with it, but I’m literally in a bed of my own making.

“Cum with me, Ford. I want to see you do it,” I tell him.

His eyes come to mine and with one look he sends me over the edge again. He cums with me this time and I wish I could see it spill from his cock and onto himself, but I’ll have to take the sounds of his pleasure for now. He's breathing heavily and still trying to get himself together. He moves a little to lay his head on my stomach.

“I want to touch you,” I complain.

I ended up tied to the bed last night after I tried to sneak out. In my defense, the man wouldn't let me leave the bed! I was almost to the door before he busted me and had me flat on my back. Then he used my own panties to tie me down. I didn't fight him on it because I knew he wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't let him keep me tied up. It was for his own sanity.

He shifts again to free me but after that goes right back to laying his head on my stomach. “You okay?” I ask him as I run my fingers through his hair.

“I’m getting there.” He tells me the truth this time—no more fine.

He knew I wasn't buying it before but I also knew he wasn't going to be fine until he got an angry fucking session in. And no, he won’t be fucking me anytime soon. He’s handling me like spun glass and won't have sex even though I’ve been given the green light. Today isn’t the day to try and break him. He might not know it but I’m treading lightly too, only my way is a little different.

He made the doctor stay here the first night just to make sure everything was okay. I was lucky for how prepared my husband was for anything that could happen here at Camp Hardwood. That shot not only saved my life but it could have been a lot worse than feeling like shit for a few days.

I’m scared to even ask what he’s done outside to make sure it can’t happen again. It was my own fault. I shouldn’t have been down that way. I was checking one of the older storage units to see if we had extra kayaks stored out there. The grass hadn’t been cut down on that end and I knew to be on the lookout, but my mind was on the new girl and her small baby bump. I shouldn’t have gone looking myself, and Ford said the same thing over and over. That if it would have been him the snake would’ve run off because I walk too light. I had to fight rolling my eyes when he said that because he was probably right. I scared the snake just as much as it scared me. We didn’t see each other until we were on top of the other and then it was too late. I’m so lucky Zara heard me scream.

“I can’t stay in this bed forever,” I declare, and he looks up at me with a wanna bet look. “I love you, Ford, but you know I can’t.” He lets out a long sigh before turning his head to kiss my belly.

“I love you too, Honey, more than anything, and seeing you lying there like that—” He shakes his head. “I felt so damn helpless. I can’t lose you.” His words are almost strangled as he gets choked up.

“I’ll never leave you.” I can’t believe the world would ever take me from him. Death wouldn’t stand a chance against my man when it comes to me. “I promise I won’t go anywhere without you knowing.”

“Last night…“ He starts to remind me of my attempt to sneak out but I cut him off.

“I love you but if you keep me caged in this bedroom I’m going to try and escape. I’m letting you know that now. If you let me go—“

“Never,” he rumbles deep in his chest and I fight a laugh. It’s kind of adorable, not that I’ll tell him that.

“If you let me leave the room,” I correct, “I won’t go anywhere without you knowing first.” He gives my stomach another kiss before he finally sits up and pulls me into his lap. His release is sticky between us and his cock is hard again.

“Deal,” he agrees, resting his forehead to mine and ignoring his erection. I don’t want to ignore it but I’m letting it go for now.

“I know you aren’t going to fuck me so maybe shower me so I can go check on our kids.”

He stands up and takes me to the bathroom. He doesn’t agree that we’re going anywhere but he does wash every inch of me.

“I can get myself dressed.” I take my shirt from his hand because he’s getting out of hand now.

“I’ll take you to the front desk but your ass isn’t walking.” I narrow my eyes on him and he raises his eyebrows at me. It’s that or bed, he’s silently saying.

“Fine.” It isn’t a hardship to let my husband carry me around. I’m more concerned about him being so worried. I don't want him to live that way. I know it’s something only time can fix so I would do better to reassure him I’m going to be safe.

We both finish getting ready before he carries me out back toward camp.

“Kitchen,” I tell him.

“I was going to grab you something and bring it to your desk,” he tells me.

“No, I want to check on people. We’ll eat out front.” He nods, knowing I’m not going to back down on this one.

He carries me right into the kitchen and sets me down on the counter, where Tia’s eyes widen. She’s been a hard nut to crack. The girl is one of the shyest I’ve ever met, but boy can she cook. She got the job in the kitchen off a cookie she brought to the interview. I’m trying to get her to work with the kids too and hoping it will help with her shyness. She might work in the kitchen for the most part but everyone on staff is considered a counselor.

Piper is there too, sitting over at the other counter eating pancakes dripping in syrup. Her legs swing back and forth and she looks better. Her cheeks have a little more color to them and she doesn’t seem as nervous.

“She’s fine, I’ve been keeping tabs,” Ford whispers in my ear then kisses my cheek so no one notices we’re whispering. Tia must hear something because her eyes get bigger.

“I don’t know why your son is telling everyone he’s my boyfriend!” she blurts out in a rambled rush so fast you’d think I was interrogating her. Piper giggles. “He’s not,” Tia shouts, looking over toward Piper.

She shoves another bite of pancake into her mouth even as she’s laughing and Tia looks about seven shades of red.

“Okay, I didn’t know that one.” Ford has his back to the girls and looks down at me. He smirks and I don't know what’s going on but things are starting to feel settled again and my man is smiling. In my world that means everything is fine. I’ll ask Van about what he’s up to later. If he’s anything like his dad he knows what he’s doing.