*This scene is best enjoyed after having read CHERRY PICKED, which you can do HERE.
**SAFETY NOTE: Allow frozen toys to thaw a little before putting against your delicate naughty bits. Frostbitten nether regions are no fun.
Hawk and the Phrozen Phallus
“This hike has been awesome,” I said, stretching out my hamstrings and looking around at the springtime scenery at the top of Balderdash Peak. “Fresh air and sunshine always clear out the cobwebs.”
“Mmmhmm. And don’t forget sharing your thoughts on Dangerous When Wet: A Pride and Prejudice Variation. That was my personal favorite part,” Jack said, setting his backpack on the ground and kneeling to take out our cooler bag. “Very inspiring.”
I grinned. “I’m so glad you agreed to my campout idea, even though we have to rush back to get to Hannabury for Porter’s graduation tomorr—uh. Jack? What the hell kind of sausage is that?” I asked, eyes bugging at the size of the cylindrical package Jack pulled out of the bag. “I thought we were grilling burgers.”
“Oh, we are. Later. First, though,” he added with a maniacal grin on his gorgeous face as he straightened back up. “I’m a little concerned about you, Bird.”
“Me?” I frowned. “You’re the one who’s been working so hard hiring seasonal staff at the diner, you haven’t had a free minute in days.”
“True,” he said mock-sadly. “We’ve both been so busy that we’ve hardly spent any quality time together. You’ve probably been feeling… neglected, baby.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I have?”
One thing I had not felt since the day that Jack Wyatt walked into my life eight years ago was neglected. And no matter how busy the diner was, or how much Jack and I had on our plates dealing with our families and friends and new roles regarding the resort, we always, always made time for each other. We’d learned the hard way that we were strongest when we were a team.
“Mmm,” Jack went on. “And you look… warm.”
I swiped a hand over my forehead. The spring day was warm, and our hike to the top of Balderdash Peak had been our longest hike since autumn. I was a trifle sweaty, it was true. But the mischievous glint in his eye set my heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with unseasonable temperatures.
“I’m feeling fine,” I said cautiously.
Jack shook his head solemnly. “Are you, though? Heatstroke, Bird. It sneaks up on a person.”
The sound of my laughter, clear and free, rang through the empty clearing. “You know, I do believe I heard that somewhere once.”
“Fortunately for you,” Jack said, slapping the package against his hand, “I’ll always be here to take care of you.” He bit his lip. “Ideally before this bad boy melts.”
Melts?
“You’re scaring me,” I lied. “What did you bring and why do I feel like keeping my ass as far from you as possible?”
“You remember that story you told me the first night we made love? A little something about a popsicle…”
My eyes widened and my heart picked up a crazy rhythm. “You… no.”
“Oh, yes,” Jack countered, grinning wickedly. “Definitely, definitely yes.”
Look, being engaged to Jack Wyatt was like living in my longest-running fantasy on a daily basis.
Waking up in his arms, falling asleep to the sound of his breath in my ear, feeling his hand on the small of my back when we stood in line at Winter Fest, seeing his smile across the breakfast table, hearing the deep satisfaction in his voice when he called my name across the crowded diner, spending time hiding with him in our ravishing room acting out every hot-as-fuck scene from my latest read… every second of it was high-octane jet fuel for my brain.
Needless to say, in the months that we’d been together, there hadn’t been a single time when I’d thought, “You know what would spice things up?” because I was existing on the high end of the Scoville scale twenty-four-seven… which was why I hadn’t given the freezable dildo a single thought since Jack had given it to me last summer.
My fiancé, on the other hand, had not forgotten.
In fact, it seemed he had been plotting.
“Strip,” he commanded, unwrapping the prized item from its plastic baggie. “I have big plans for you tonight and the clock’s ticking. Take your clothes off, Bird.”
We were far away from any trails or camping sites, but even then, the idea of letting him play with me in that way in public sent shivers down my spine. “Now? In broad daylight?”
“Mmm. While you’re still sweaty and hot from the hike and I just spent two hours on the trail staring at your ass? Yup.”
Oh. Well. When he put it that way. The idea of anything frozen against my hot skin was… tempting. The idea of playing with Jack that way was more tempting yet.
It took me less than a second to yank my sweaty shirt over my head and shimmy out of my boots and shorts. “You, too, Mr. Wyatt,” I said in a voice gone husky. “If we’re getting caught in flagrante, I’m not going down alone.”
The tent wasn’t even set up yet, so I grabbed one of the sleeping bags, unzipped it, and tossed it down in a patch of new grass. I knew from experience if we didn’t stay in the sun, the spring air in the shade would make it too cool to enjoy anything frozen.
I lay back on the sleeping bag but stayed propped up on my elbows so I could watch him take off his clothes. As soon as Jack saw me watching, he turned it into a delicious striptease.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it baby,” I called with a wolf-whistle. “Work it for me.”
Jack’s grin was magnetic as always. This week’s spring busy-ness aside, he’d been noticeably less stressed about work over the last few months, and when I’d asked him about it, he’d confided that making me an equal partner in running the diner had taken a lot of the pressure off him. That melted my heart in a lot of ways—I loved being his partner in all things, but it filled something inside me to know I made his life easier and better the same way he did for me.
Not to mention that now that we were running the diner as a team, we both had free time for other things. Me, for my environmental committee and Nature Scout activities; Jack to become a farm-to-table consultant for lots of restaurants in the area, including the restaurant at the new resort; and both of us to make plenty of new memories on the mountains we loved.
I bent my knees and spread my legs, giving Jack a show of my own. I enjoyed the cool breeze on my hot skin almost as much as the intensity of my fiancé’s gaze on my naked body.
“Tease,” he grunted before speeding up the clothes removal.
When he finally crawled on top of me, I took a moment to enjoy the feel of his strong muscles, the scent of his clean sweat, the sound of his low groan as our cocks pressed together, and the salty taste of his lips as I pulled him closer for a deep kiss. When his tongue entered my mouth, I tasted the familiar lemon-lime flavor he added to his water bottle.
Being with Jack Wyatt put me into a delicious sensory overload that surpassed all of the dreams I’d ever had of him. Even this many months after getting together, the excitement hadn’t waned at all. If anything, it had grown in a way I hadn’t expected before beginning our relationship.
Who would have known that getting to know him even better would turn me on exponentially? That every time I made love to him, I’d only want him more? Like reading my favorite Pride and Prejudice retellings, every kiss with Jack was perfectly familiar and just the tiniest bit different and exciting at the same time. It was the best of all possible worlds, and I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the fact that I’d get to have this forever.
The ice-cold temperature of the dildo against my inner thigh shocked me into a gasp. “Fuck! What are you… oh god…” I arched back as he moved the toy around my hip to the heat of my lower back and down into the top of my crack.
It felt so strange, so wrong, and so fucking good.
Jack’s lips moved to my ear where his teeth grazed my lobe. “You’re so hot like this. Outside, under the trees where anyone could see you laid out for me, waiting for me to fuck you with this toy.”
I let out an embarrassingly impatient noise. My need for Jack was always on a simmer in my blood, but this… today… knowing he’d planned this interlude with me and for me? I was on a hair trigger. Click, boom.
“You going to beg me to fuck you, Bird?” His low voice slid into my ear like hot honey. “Penetrate you with this frozen dick until you beg for my hot cock to warm you back up?”
My groans turned into a whimper as the dildo moved lower across my hole. It felt amazing. The sun beat down on us and the heat of Jack’s body over mine added to it. The relief of the cold toy was too much. The contrast of it made my dick stand up and my balls draw in.
“Too cold to fuck me with,” I said, secretly wanting him to try anyway.
“Mm. Maybe. But maybe it’s just right,” he cooed. “Maybe you need to be a little uncomfortable so I can see your hole tighten around this thing and hear you beg me to take it out.”
I shuddered out a breath. He knew I would do anything to turn him on, including taking an ice-cold dildo up my ass.
“Jack,” I whispered.
His low chuckle vibrated between us. “I can’t tell if that’s a warning or a sweet little beg. I’m going to assume it’s the latter.” His lips moved to my temple and down to my mouth. As soon as his hot tongue entered my mouth, the tip of the ice-cold phallus pressed against my hole.
Somehow, he’d magicked lube on it while I’d been distracted with his growly whispers. The cold, slick surface moved into my hot hole, churning up a delicious mix of anticipation and nerves in my belly. I wanted him so damn much.
“Oh, yeah. Shh. That’s it. Such a good boy,” he murmured. “Take it for me. You can do it.”
“F-fucking f-freezing,” I said, sucking in a breath and puckering around the intrusion. It was ice cold and hot as fire. It felt delicious and so damn weird. I both wanted it out… and didn’t want the teasing to end.
The slick toy moved in and out in shallow thrusts as my ass clenched around it. I threw my head back and gritted my teeth. “Fuck!”
I couldn’t decide if I liked it or hated it, but I knew for sure I liked the glassy look in Jack’s eyes as he stared, transfixed, at my hole. “Fuck,” I said again, shifting from a curse into a groan as I realized he was moving down my body to get a better look.
Instead of moving my legs wider apart to look, he took my cock into his hot mouth and began sucking me off. I screamed again, shocking a nearby bird out of the trees. The intensity of the sensations in my groin made my brain begin to short-circuit.
“Fuck me,” I begged. “You. With you. Please.”
He knew what I meant. Within seconds, it was Jack’s hot, slick cock replacing the frozen toy in my hole and his strong body thrusting wildly inside of me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on as he pounded into me.
“So hot,” he grunted. “So good for me. Jesus, Hawkins, I love you so fucking much. More than I thought possible. Every day, it’s more than the day before, and I think… this is it now. It can’t be more than it is this second. But then… but then…”
I moved my hand into his hair and held him as close as I could, clinging to him and comforting him, trying to hold out when all my body wanted was to jump off the cliff and enjoy the fireworks on the way down.
“Love you,” I said into his warm skin. “Love you. Love you.” My words ended in a gasp as his hand reached for my cock and pulled the orgasm out of me.
My release came quick as his thrusts lost their rhythm and Jack came deep inside of me with a curse.
Afterward, we lay in a sweaty, panting pile of limbs, spent and happy.
Jack pushed the damp hair off my forehead. “That. Was. Epic.”
“You have excellent ideas,” I sighed.
“You brave enough to rinse off in the river with me?” he asked with a smile in his voice. “Before we set up our tent?”
It was only spring which meant the river was mostly snowmelt. I lifted an eyebrow at him. “I’m the one who had Frosty’s dick in my ass a minute ago, Jack Wyatt, and you’re asking if I’m brave enough for a cold dip? Surely you jest.”
He pulled back to look at me with the affectionate gaze that still made my stomach contract. “Fair. Clearly I’m the one afraid of freezing my balls off. In fact, instead of taking a swim, we should just rinse off with a washcloth or something. Hypothermia is at least as dangerous as heatstroke. Probably.”
I moved to stand up before reaching a hand out to pull him up.
“We’re about to find out. If you were scared of the cold, you should have thought about this before thinking you were going to be cute by bringing that thing in the cooler bag.”
“No, but… that was for you.” His laugh was a gift I held close and treasured.
I shrugged and turned toward the river. “You can wait out here if you want to. But I wonder what my nipples will do in that cold water. Could be dangerous,” I said archly.
I didn’t turn back to look at his reaction because I knew him well enough to know he loved my nipples. And there was no kind of danger, real or imagined, that Jack would let me wander into on my own.
“And I can only imagine my poor nuts turning into raisins. Yeah. You stay here, Jack. You probably don’t want to see any of th—oof!”
Jack’s arms wrapped around me from behind. “Fine. I’m coming,” he said against the back of my ear. “If you wanted to act out Dangerous When Wet, all you had to do was say so. You don’t have to play dirty.”
“My hero,” I whispered in his ear as I led him into deeper water.
My nipples and nuts did, in fact, turn into raisins. But after some diligent attention from Jack’s hot mouth, they sorted themselves out in no time.