Knocked up by the Mountain Man (Silver Ridge Mountain Men)

17. Clara

17

CLARA

W hen we finally pull back, we’re both breathless. His eyes are filled with an intensity I’ve never seen before. He steps closer, and my breath catches in my throat. The anticipation between us crackles like electricity.

Without a word, he drops to his knees in front of me, his hands sliding up my thighs, sending shivers through my body. My heart races as he looks up at me, his eyes full of desire and adoration.

“Beau...” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“Clara,” he murmurs, his hands reach for the hem of my skirt, lifting it slowly. His fingers graze my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

I should have just talked. I know he wants answers from me, but somehow, we always end up here instead.

I nod, unable to find my voice, my body already responding to his touch. He gently spreads my legs, and I lean back against the barn wall for support. His breath is warm against my skin, and I feel a familiar surge of anticipation.

This might be wrong, but damn, it feels oh so right!

Beau’s hands slide under the waist band of my panties, his fingers hook them and start to pull them down. His eyes flicker up to mine, and I see the desire blazing in them. Slowly, almost teasingly, he tugs my panties off with his teeth, the cool fabric sliding down my legs in a torturously slow manner. My breath hitches, and I feel a fresh wave of heat pool in my core.

Once my panties are off, he tosses them aside, and his hands return to my thighs, parting them wider.

Beau looks up at me with a devilish grin, his eyes dark and filled with lust. The anticipation is almost unbearable, every nerve in my body is on edge, waiting for his next move. He leans in, his breath hot against my skin, but instead of diving straight in, he plants soft, teasing kisses along my inner thighs, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

I let out a soft moan, my hands instinctively tangling in his hair, urging him closer. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against my skin, heightening my arousal. He continues his torturous path, kissing and nipping at my sensitive flesh, never quite reaching where I need him most.

“Beau, please,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Patience, Clara,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the skin just above my knee. “I want to savor you.”

His hands grip my hips, steadying me as he finally moves closer to my aching core. Then, with a deliberate slowness that makes me want to scream, he presses a soft kiss to my most sensitive spot.

The sensation is electric, a bolt of pleasure that shoots through me, making me gasp. Beau takes his time, exploring me with his tongue, each stroke sending waves of ecstasy through my body. He alternates between slow, teasing licks and quick, firm strokes, driving me wild with desire.

My legs tremble, and I clutch at his hair, trying to anchor myself as the pleasure builds. Beau’s hands move to my thighs, holding me open as he continues his assault, his mouth working their magic. The sensations are overwhelming, a sweet torture that leaves me panting and desperate for more.

Each stroke, each flick of his tongue sends me higher and higher, my body tightening with every touch.

I can’t hold back the sounds of pleasure that escape me as my fingers grip his hair tightly, urging him on. He responds to every movement, every gasp, driving me closer and closer to the edge. His tongue moves expertly, alternating between soft, teasing licks and firm, deliberate strokes that send waves of pleasure coursing through me.

He doesn’t rush, and takes his time to truly savor every moment, every reaction. His hands hold me steady, his fingers digging in my thighs to keep me grounded, preventing me from floating away on the bliss he’s creating. His mouth explores me thoroughly, intimately, as though he’s memorizing every part of me.

I’m on the brink, teetering on the edge, when he pulls back slightly, his breath hot against my most sensitive skin.

“Beau,” I gasp, my voice a plea.

He smiles against me, a wicked, knowing smile, and then he resumes with renewed intensity. His tongue flicks and swirls, his lips creating a perfect, maddening rhythm that has me spiraling higher and higher. I grip his hair tighter, my hips moving of their own accord, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he’s giving me.

Finally, with a cry that echoes through the barn, I shatter. The climax crashes over me, intense and all consuming, leaving me breathless and trembling in its wake. Beau doesn’t stop, his mouth and tongue coaxing every last wave of pleasure from me until I’m utterly spent.

He pulls back, his eyes meeting mine, filled with satisfaction and something deeper, something that makes my heart swell. I reach for him, pulling him up to his feet, and kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his lips, feeling a sense of intimacy and connection that went beyond words.

Our lips part, and Beau stands, his eyes never leaving mine. I can feel his arousal pressing against me, hard and insistent, and I know he wants me just as desperately as I want him.

“Clara,” he breathes, his voice husky with desire.

My hands move to his belt, fingers fumbling in my eagerness. I manage to unbuckle it, sliding it free before working on his zipper. His breath hitches as I brush against him, the heat between us building to an almost unbearable level. I push his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, and he steps out of them, kicking them aside.

“Beau, I need you,” I whisper.

He grips my hips, lifting me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. The rough wood of the barn wall presses into my back, but all I can focus on is the feeling of his body against mine; the hard planes of his chest, the heat of his skin.

His hand slides between us, guiding himself to my entrance. I can feel the tip of him, hot and insistent, and I moan, my body bending towards him, craving the connection. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushes inside me, filling me completely.

We both groan at the sensation, the feeling of him stretching and filling me driving all coherent thought from my mind. He holds still for a moment, letting me adjust to him, our breaths mingling in the small space between us.

Then, he begins to move, each thrust slow and deep, hitting just the right spot. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he sets a steady rhythm, each movement driving me higher and higher.

Beau’s pace quickens, and I can see the determination in his eyes, the desire to drive us both over the edge. Without breaking our connection, he suddenly pulls out, and I gasp at the loss, my body already aching for him again.

“Turn around,” he growls, his voice a low, commanding rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

I obey without hesitation, facing the barn wall and bracing myself against the rough wood. Beau’s hands slide up my back, and then he grips my hips, positioning me just the way he wants. I feel his heat against me, and then, with one smooth motion, he thrusts back inside me.

The new angle is intense, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me. I cry out, pushing back against him, meeting his powerful thrusts. His hands hold my hips tightly, guiding our movements, driving us both closer to the edge.

“God, Clara, you feel so good,” he groans, his voice raw with need.

His pace is relentless, each thrust deep and powerful, hitting that perfect spot inside me. I can feel the tension building again, a coil tightening in my core, ready to snap. The barn walls seem to echo the primal rhythm of our bodies, the gasps and moans of pleasure.

Beau’s hand slides up my body, slipping under my shirt to cup my breast, his fingers teasing my nipple. The added sensation is almost overwhelming, pushing me closer to the brink. His other hand moves between my legs, finding my most sensitive spot and swirling his thumb in perfect, maddening circles.

“Beau, I can’t... I’m so close,” I gasp, my voice barely more than a breathless moan.

The intensity of it all leaves my legs weak, and before I can stop it, they buckle beneath me. I collapse to my knees, but Beau doesn’t falter. He follows me down, staying inside me, his hands on my hips guiding me back against him. I cry out again, my hands gripping the rough barn floor for support.

Beau’s rhythm becomes more urgent, his thrusts deep and relentless, driving us both toward the edge once more. His hands roam my body, one slipping around to rub my sensitive spot again while he steadies me with the other. The dual sensations have me spiraling higher, the pleasure almost too intense to bear.

“Clara, you feel amazing,” he groans, his voice thick with desire and something deeper, something that makes my heart ache with its intensity.

I push back against him, meeting his every thrust, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The heat and friction driving us both mad.

“I’m so close again,” I gasp, “don’t stop, Beau.”

“I won’t,” he promises, his voice a low, fervent growl. “I’ve got you.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I feel the tension building again, tighter and tighter, ready to snap. His fingers work their magic between my legs, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more desperate. I can feel him throbbing inside me, close to the edge himself.

“Beau,” I cry out, my body trembling, the pleasure overwhelming. “I’m going to…”

“Come for me, Clara,” he growls, his voice raw and commanding.

With a final, powerful thrust, he sends me over the edge. I shatter around him, the climax crashing over me in waves, leaving me breathless and trembling. Beau follows me, groaning my name as he finds his own release, his body tensing and then shuddering against mine.

We collapse together, our bodies spent, our breaths mingling in the cool barn air. Beau pulls me into his arms, and holds me close, our hearts beating in unison. The world slowly comes back into focus, the barn walls, the hay strewn floor, the scent of wood and earth.

He presses a soft kiss to my temple, his fingers brush my hair back from my face. “Clara,” he murmurs, his voice tender and filled with something that makes my heart swell. “That was incredible.”

I look up at him. As our eyes meet, I see the same intensity, and the same depth of emotion that makes my heart ache with a mixture of joy and fear. I try to push the thoughts away, but they linger, a dark cloud over this blissful moment we’ve just shared.

Beau holds me close, his warmth seeping into my skin, but my mind begins to race. I can’t let myself fall for him again. Not when I have so much to hide, so much I can’t let him know. As much as my heart aches to stay in this moment, I can’t afford to lose myself in him.

I try to focus on the here and now, on the feel of his arms around me, on the sound of his breathing slowly evening out. But the worry gnaws at me, relentless. I can’t let him get too close, or see the parts of my life I’ve kept hidden. There’s too much at stake.

“Clara?” Beau’s voice breaks through my thoughts, his hand gently tilting my chin so I’m looking at him. “Are you okay?”

I force a smile, nodding. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just... a lot on my mind.”

He studies me, concern etched on his features. “You know you can talk to me, right? About anything.”

The sincerity in his voice makes my heart clench. I want to tell him everything, to let him in, but the fear is too great. I can’t risk it. Not now. Not ever.

“I know,” I whisper, avoiding his gaze. “It’s just... complicated.”

As we lie there, the barn silent around us, I make a promise to myself. I can’t let this go any further. I have to keep my distance and protect us both from the truth that could tear us apart. It’s the only way to keep him safe, and the only way to protect my heart from breaking all over again.

But as I close my eyes, feeling his heart beating against mine, I wonder how long I can keep up this charade. How long before my secrets catch up with me? How long until everything I’ve tried to protect comes crashing down?

For now, I’ll let myself be held in his arms. But deep down, I know the clock is ticking.

And when the truth finally comes out, it will change everything.