Chapter Three
The sun streamed into the orange pup tent as Margaret opened her eyes. She was warm and naked, nestled against Joe, glowing in the aftereffects of a night of loving by her very adventurous new husband.
She loved this part of being married, waking up in his arms, her head resting on his very solid, capable shoulder, which was a very hard pillow, though she wouldn’t trade it for anything soft and fluffy—nor would she trade the hard part of him now coming awake against her.
“Good morning,” he said in a deep voice as he yawned and then growled in appreciation, running his hand over her smooth, flat stomach and lower before rolling her over onto her back, settling himself between her legs.
He ran his hands over her thighs and set them apart, watching her with a very heated gaz
