Eye Candy

Laughter shakes my chest as I turn sideways and watch Tessa.

She moves down the long line of people like she owns this fucking farm, walking with attitude the way she always does—hips swaying in those tight jeans, chin lifted, eyes bright and daring, looking sexy as hell with that smirk on her face she wears when she’s either thinking about telling someone off or just got finished doing it.

Fucking love that look. Especially when it’s being directed at me.

And it’s directed at me a lot.

I shouldn’t get off on riling Tessa up and getting a helluva lot of lip from her, but I do. And she gets off on giving it. That shit just works for us.

As Tessa moves closer, curiosity has me scanning the crowd, and I spot the woman who will absolutely think twice before she gets up in my wife’s business again.

Scowl on her face and cheeks flushed in embarrassment, she quickly smooths her hands through her hair.

“The Porta-Potties are disgusting,” Tessa shares, stopping beside me, her nose wrinkling in disgust as she wipes her hands off on her jeans. “Seriously. People are animals. Fucking aim already. It’s gross. I basically had to bathe in hand sanitizer.”

“You could’ve just held it,” I offer, knowing anything I say right now aside from agreeing with her is a gamble.

That’s a risk I gladly take though. Give me that fucking look, babe.

And she does.

Her eyes harden and narrow. Her mouth pulls tight.

I smile, my cock hardening in my jeans.

I can’t help that shit. It’s her.

“Shut up.” Tessa laughs, knocking her fist against my chest. “You got it made, you know that? I swear to God, Luke, my life would be so much easier if I had a penis. I wouldn’t even need to get out of line. I could just whip it out right here. Problem solved.”

I glance around us, making sure no kids are standing close enough to hear the conversation we’re having, because knowing Tessa, she didn’t bother to look. Then getting the go-ahead I need, I pull my arms across my chest and turn to face her again. “Can we not talk about a scenario involving you having a dick? ’Cause that’s really fuckin’ weird for me.”

She tilts her head back, her mouth fighting a smile. “Why? ’Cause you’d still be interested and wouldn’t know what to do about that?”

“Wouldn’t be interested once I got your pants off, babe.”

“Yeah you would. My dick would be huge.”

The fuck?

Shoulders pulling back, I stand taller before blinking away and moving forward with the line, and I don’t know what look I’m giving off now, but whatever it is has Tessa clutching at her stomach and nearly doubling over in half.

“Oh my God. You look freaked,” she cackles.

“There’s something wrong with you.”

“Oh, stop it. I’m just kidding.” She elbows my side, her laughter dying out. “You look seriously stressed out, Luke.”

“Wouldn’t you?” I look down at her, glaring. “And don’t act like you’d really want a dick. You would hate not having my mouth between your legs every fuckin’ second of the day.”

Her eyebrow lifts.

Mine furrows. “Not fuckin’ happening. Ever.”

Jesus Christ. She thinks I’d blow her.

Tessa giggles and leans her head on my arm. “Okay, okay. I wouldn’t really want a dick. You’re right.”

“Usually am.”

Her teeth sink into my bicep.

I reach around and slap her ass, hard, making her yelp before I wrap my arm around her shoulders and tug her close, preventing her from biting me again.

She sighs into my neck as the cool October air swirls around us.

“This is going to be so fun, right?” she asks, sounding happy, her hands sliding around my waist and linking by my hip.

I kiss the top of her head and pull her closer.

I can bitch to myself all I fucking want about being too old for this or feeling out of place here, but the truth is, there was nothing stopping me from making this happen for Tessa tonight.

I know how stressed she’s been. I know the constant worrying and wondering she’s been doing.

She tries to hide it from me, but I know my wife.

She’s inside her head, freaking out all alone in there.

Starting a family is supposed to be exciting. Fun. The amount of fucking we’ve been doing alone should keep this next step in our lives enjoyable. And yeah, the sex we’re having is un-fucking-real. Always is. But it’s been five months since Tessa and I decided we were doing this, and even though no one’s saying it out loud, I know we’re both thinking the same thing.

What the fuck?

I figured we wouldn’t have any issues with this. Why would we? We’re still in our twenties. It’s not like we waited until our forties to get this going. Not that I was expecting it to happen right away, overnight or anything crazy like that, but I sure as hell wasn’t expecting it to take more than a couple months.

Even so, I’m not worried. I know it’ll happen. And if I’m wrong and it doesn’t, I’m still not worried.

But Tessa?

It’s been the only thing on her mind.

So when she came up with the idea of hitting the haunted woods before we go to the party tonight, looking excited about it, with that smile on her face that I haven’t seen enough in these past few months, I didn’t hesitate.

Yes.

Anything.

Everything.

Whatever she wants.

That doesn’t mean I won’t suggest something else while we’re here, though.

I really fucking hate shit like this.

Turning my head, I watch the group standing in the line next to us move forward when the tractor returns. “You sure you don’t just wanna do the hayride? There’s an actual point to that. We can finally get pumpkins.”

And it doesn’t take as long.

“The hayride isn’t scary,” she says, nuzzling closer. “I want to be scared, and I want you to protect me.”

“Protect you? The people running this are gonna be the ones needing protection. You can hold your own, babe. In any situation. I just witnessed it.”

Tessa looks up at me, smiling wide. “Yeah, you’re right. They better be ready too. I’ve already made one person cry tonight.”

I chuckle as we move forward together when the next group goes ahead, and then we’re at the front of the line, and the kid dressed as the Grim Reaper gives us the same warning about staying on the path.

Tessa leans away, sliding my arm off her shoulders, and grips my forearm, her fingers digging in when the thunder claps through the speakers above us. She covers her mouth, giggling, and I can’t help it. I smile then too because fuck, she was right. This will be fun. Look at her. How could I not have a good time when she’s this excited about something?

The kid extends his scythe, giving us the go-ahead, and Tessa grabs my hand and tugs me forward.

“Woo! God, I haven’t been through one of these things in years,” she says, breathing faster as the branches overhead darken the path. “Bring your worst, punks!”