Our two cars pull into the family tree farm parking lot and we pile out, each of us bundled up with hats, gloves and boots. Whit holds Sparky’s leash and thankfully in his older age he isn’t quite as rambunctious, already bored with his new playmate.

“I don’t get why we can’t just go out to woods and cut it ourselves,” Tahlia says. “Aren’t the woods, the woods?”

Lucas swings his arm around her, their new dog walking on the leash in front of him. Tahlia doesn’t seem to share Lucas’ excitement about their new addition.

“For one, we’d probably pick one out that was endangered or something.” Lennon sips from her cup that she says is coffee, although I saw her boiling the kettle earlier. Last night she acted like she was having a vodka tonic when I know, it was just the tonic. But who am I? Just a male who doesn’t notice anything apparently. Pfft. I’m a bartender—I notice these things.

“Are there such things as endangered trees?” Whitney asks, sipping her own coffee and from the aroma steaming out of her travel mug, it’s definitely coffee.

“No.” I answer.

“Well, we’re not lumberjacks Whit. This is about as outdoorsy as this crew gets.” Lennon walks forward, catching up to Jasper and Brady.

“Jeez, what is wrong with her?” Whitney shakes her head watching her friend’s back.

“She’s pregnant,” I say.

Her head spins in my direction, her mouth open so wide I could pack a snowball in it. “Shut up! She is not.”

“Wanna bet?”

“I’d bet a blowjob every day for the next month.”

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to me!

“You got knee pads?” I ask and she swats at my stomach.

“There are different ways to suck you off. Like my head hanging off the bed. You on your knees and me laying down, that’s not even mentioning sixty-nine.”

I shift my stance since I’m becoming harder than the tree stumps surrounding us. “Sixty-nine would benefit you. That’s not part of the deal.”

Her lips dip down. “You said you like the way I taste.”

I cradle her cheeks with my palms. “I love the way you taste, the way you smell, but if I win the bet, you can’t benefit from it.”

“Fine.” She holds out her mitten covered hand. “If she’s pregnant you get blowjobs everyday for a month. If I win you do the laundry for a month and that includes folding and putting everything away.”

“Should I be offended that you don’t want your own sexual favors for a month?”

We hurry ahead since everyone is hoping on the wagon to take us further out into the woods. Funny, I thought we were in the forest already.

“Nah,” she stops us right before we get on, picking up Sparky. “You can’t keep your hands off me. You’ll go down on me whether I win the bet or not.”

I shake my head as she walks up the steps into the wagon taking a seat next to Lennon.

Jasper leans in close and whispers, “What were you guys talking about? It looked heated.”

“The fact that your wife is pregnant.”

His eyebrows crinkle and he gives a firm shake of his head. “Huh, why would you think that?” Before I can even answer, he grabs Brady from falling head first into the side of the wagon when the horses start up. After that he centers his attention to Brady, Lucas and anyone else besides me.

I rub my hands together, looking like I’m cold when in reality, I’m gearing up for a month worth of my girl’s lips wrapped around my cock.