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

18. Beau

18

BEAU

I don’t know what is happening at the moment.

It’s been a few weeks now, and me and Clara have been sneaking off for stolen moments alone at every opportunity, but nothing feels solid. It was bad enough having nothing solid when we were teenagers, but now…

Now it feels unbearable.

I just want to be with her all the damn time. Openly. But we still have things keeping us apart.

I hear her laughter before I see her.

Her gorgeous, lilting laughter which makes my heart skip a beat whenever I hear it. The only problem is that it’s not me making her laugh like that… it’s someone else. I have a feeling it’s Carl. I’m starting to think he has a massive crush on Clara, which brings out my jealous streak.

“Hey, everyone.”

I force a smile on my face so no one can see how irritated I am. Logically I know there’s no reason to feel this way. Clara is simply talking to Carl, explaining something to him, and he’s listening intently to her like she’s the wisest person ever.

I suppose to him she is. The specialist vet, unlike anyone Carl has ever dealt with before, and of course she’s beautiful and captivating. It’s no wonder he’s in awe of her. I know she hasn’t said she would, but wouldn’t it be amazing if she came back to Silver Ridge full time?

Not just for me, but for everyone.

We need her positive energy and wonderful smile around here. Her skillset would just be an added bonus. The vet we have at the moment isn’t bad but he’s not nearly as dedicated and knowledgeable as Clara.

“Hey, boss.” Carl nods in my direction. “We’re just discussing a new feed schedule for the horses.”

“Oh, that’s great. Good to see them looking so healthy now after everything they’ve been through.” There’s a strange pause in the air, so I continue talking just to fill the silence a little bit, and also to put my new plan in action. “Actually, Clara, I wanted to talk to you about the vaccination report. Do you have a moment?”

She knows I’m making it up, the vaccination report isn’t something we need to talk about right now, but she nods anyway. Thank goodness. I’m not sure what I would have said if she’d asked follow up questions. She waves goodbye to Carl and follows me inside my office. My pulse races at the speed of light with the thrill of heading into the privacy of my office with Clara beside me once more.

As soon as we step inside, I wrap her in an embrace. My God, it feels good to have her in my arms. The door closes behind us as I tilt Clara’s face up to kiss her. She stiffens for a moment, clearly not expecting this to happen, but soon relaxes against me and starts kissing me back.

She pulls back slightly, just enough to look in my eyes. There’s a question there, but I don’t want to answer it. I can’t. Instead, I capture her lips again, my kisses growing more urgent, more demanding. Clara responds with a fervor that matches mine, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, as if she needs this as much as I do. The world outside my office fades away, leaving just the two of us and the undeniable chemistry crackling between us.

In one swift, fluid motion, Clara drops to her knees in front of me. Her eyes never leaving mine, a silent communication passes between us. My breath catches in my throat, anticipation and desire swirling together in a potent mix.

“Clara…” I start, but she silences me with a look, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

Her hands move to my belt, deftly undoing it, and I can’t help but shiver with anticipation. I rest a hand on her shoulder, both to steady myself and to feel the connection between us. Her fingers brush against my skin, sending shivers up my spine. I lean back against the desk, my pulse quickening, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

Her touch is feather light at first, teasing, as she runs her fingers along my length, making me groan with need. She looks up at me, her eyes dark with desire, before she leans in, her lips brushing against me in a whisper of a kiss.

I suck in a breath, my hand tangling in her hair as she takes me in her mouth, slow and deliberate. Her tongue dances around me, the sensation almost too much to bear. She pulls back, her lips trailing kisses along my shaft, and down to my base, before taking me in again, deeper this time.

I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more of her. She matches my pace, her rhythm unhurried, savoring every moment. She pauses occasionally, her hand replacing her mouth, stroking me slowly, making sure I stay on the edge of ecstasy.

“God, Clara,” I groan, my head falling back as pleasure overtakes me.

She’s exquisite, her every movement, every touch a reminder of how well she knows me, how deeply she understands what I need. I weave my fingers through her hair, gently guiding her as she continues, each moment more intense than the last.

She maintains her pace, alternating between slow, languid licks and deep, encompassing motions that have me gripping the edge of the desk, my legs trembling with the effort to stay standing. She’s relentless, her mouth a source of pure pleasure, her hands skilled and knowing. Fuck, no one has ever been able to make my body feel like this before…

She brings me to the brink, then pulls back, letting me hover on the edge of release, drawing out the pleasure until I’m almost begging for it. She looks up at me, her lips glistening, her eyes full of mischief and promise, before she takes me in again, this time with a fervor that has me spiraling out of control.

I can feel the tension building, my entire body tensing as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. She seems to sense it, and increases her pace; her tongue and lips working in perfect harmony. My vision blurs, my breathing ragged as I feel my orgasm start to crest.

She’s not really going to… is she?

“Clara, I’m going to…” The words are cut off by a guttural moan as the climax hits me with the force of a tidal wave. Every muscle in my body contracts, my hips jerk uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crash over me, each one more intense than the last.

The release is overwhelming, a flood of ecstasy that leaves me trembling, my hands gripping the desk so hard my knuckles turn white. Clara doesn’t let up, her mouth and hands continuing their relentless assault, milking every last drop of pleasure from me until I’m completely spent.

When it’s finally over, I collapse against the desk, gasping for breath, my body humming with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. Clara stands, her eyes sparkling with naughtiness and satisfaction. I pull her into my arms, and hold her tightly, not wanting to let go.

My hand cups her cheek, and I pull her in for another kiss, slow and tender, savoring the taste of her. Her hands slide up my chest, fisting the fabric of my shirt as she returns the kiss with equal passion.

Just as the intensity begins to build again, and I start to wonder what will happen next, the door to my office bursts open with a loud crash.

“Boss, you have to see…” Wyatt’s voice cuts through the haze of desire like a bucket of cold water.

Clara and I spring apart, my heart pounding not just from the kiss but from the sudden intrusion. Wyatt stands frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock as he takes in what’s happening here. He’s trying his hardest to fit the pieces together, but he can’t quite seem to make the picture in front of him make sense.

“Clara, what the hell is going on here?” Wyatt’s voice is sharp, there’s a dangerous edge to it.

Clara takes a step back, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Wyatt, it’s not what it looks like.”

“Not what it looks like?” he repeats incredulously. “It looks like you and Beau were just... were just…”

“It’s exactly what it looks like,” I interrupt, stepping forward to stand by Clara’s side. I know this is hard, but I care too much about her to lie. We need to get this out there, in the open at last. It’s time. “Wyatt, calm down. Let’s talk about this.”

“Talk about what?” Wyatt snaps, his face reddening with anger. “Talk about how you’re sneaking around with my sister behind my back? Is that what we’re supposed to talk about?”

Clara reaches out, trying to place a calming hand on Wyatt’s arm. “Wyatt, please. Let’s discuss this calmly. There’s no need to make a scene.”

Wyatt jerks his arm away, glaring at her. “How long has this been going on, Clara? How long have you been lying to me?”

“We haven’t been lying to you,” Clara insists, her voice trembling. “We just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Wyatt turns his furious gaze on me. “And you, Beau. You’re my boss, my friend . How could you do this to me?”

I take a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. “Wyatt, I’m sorry you had to find out this way. But Clara and I... we care about each other. This isn’t just some fling.”

“Care about each other?” Wyatt sounds scornful, his voice dripping with contempt. “This is a betrayal, plain and simple. I trusted you, Beau. I trusted you to look out for her, not to... to take advantage of her.”

“Wyatt, that’s not fair,” Clara says, stepping between us. “Beau hasn’t taken advantage of me. I’m a grown woman, and I can make my own decisions. This is my choice too.”

Wyatt’s eyes flash with anger. “Your choice? Your choice has always been to screw things up, Clara. You always find a way to make a mess out of everything. And now you’re dragging Beau in your chaos!”

Clara flinches as if struck, her face paling. “Wyatt, that’s not true...”

“Yes, it is!” Wyatt shouts. “You’ve been selfish and reckless your whole life, and now you’re doing it again. You’re ruining everything!”

“That’s enough, Wyatt!” I step forward, my voice low and dangerous. “You don’t get to talk to her like that.”

Wyatt’s glare turns on me, his hands clenched into fists. “And what are you going to do about it, Beau? You’re just as bad as she is. You’re supposed to be responsible, but instead, you’re indulging her nonsense! Do you really think your father will be happy about this?”

“She’s not indulging in nonsense,” I say through gritted teeth. “Clara is one of the best damn vets we’ve ever had, and she deserves respect. She deserves better than your petty insults.”

Wyatt’s face twists with rage, and before I can react, he shoves me hard, sending me stumbling back against the desk. “You don’t get to lecture me about respect!”

I right myself, my own anger flaring. “Wyatt, stop this right now. We can talk this out like adults, but I won’t let you disrespect Clara or me like this.”

Wyatt shoves me again, harder this time. “Stay the hell away from my sister, Beau. You’re just going to ruin her like you ruin everything else.”

It’s almost like he doesn’t even know who he’s most angry with, which is the saddest thing of all.

“Wyatt, stop!” Clara cries, trying to pull him back, but he shakes her off roughly.

I step forward, placing myself between Clara and Wyatt. “You want to be angry? Fine. But don’t take it out on Clara. She’s done nothing wrong.”

“She’s done everything wrong!” Wyatt shouts, his voice cracking. “You both have. I thought I could trust you, Beau. I thought you cared about this family, about me . But I guess I was wrong.”

“You’re blowing this way out of proportion,” I say, trying to keep my voice calm. “Clara and I are trying to navigate this the best we can.”

Wyatt’s face contorts with rage. “Oh, navigating, are you? What about Thomas, huh? Have you thought about him? Clara, you’re a terrible mom for not putting him first. You never think about anyone but yourself.”

Clara’s face crumples, as tears well up in her eyes. “That’s not true, Wyatt. I love Thomas more than anything.”

“Yeah, sure,” Wyatt spits. “A great mom who doesn’t even tell her own brother who the father of her kid is. You’re just a reckless, irresponsible…” He stops himself, the venom in his voice almost tangible.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” I warn, my voice low and threatening.

Wyatt ignores me, his eyes locked on Clara. “You’re nothing but a damn mess, Clara. Always have been, always will be.”

“Wyatt, enough!” I shout, stepping closer, but he shoves me again, this time with all his strength, causing me to stagger back.

“Back off, Beau. This is between me and my sister,” Wyatt growls. “I’ll deal with you later.”

Clara breaks down, sobbing openly. “Wyatt, please...”

Wyatt glares at her one last time, his face a mask of anger and pain. “In fact, I can’t deal with any of this right now. I need some space. This is so fucked up, it actually hurts.”

With that, he storms out of the office, slamming the door behind him, leaving Clara and me standing there in the heavy silence, knowing that everything we’d shared before, had just changed. I just didn’t know how, and what it meant for the future.