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

22. Beau

22

BEAU

I drive through town, my eyes scanning the streets for any sign of Wyatt. My truck’s engine hums steadily, but inside, my mind is a chaotic whirl. Wyatt’s been gone for days, and I’m desperate to find him. He’s always been a loose cannon, but this time, it feels different. More serious.

I’ve been everywhere I can think of. Millie’s Diner, Whispering Pines Inn, the park… it doesn’t help that I can’t even begin to imagine where he might be. He has to be somewhere, right?

I pull up outside the The Silver Spur Saloon. I guess if he’s drinking, then this is where I’ll find him. I just hope he isn’t too wasted, it would make it harder to reason with him.

Although the owner, Jake, doesn’t usually allow people to stay if they get too rowdy.

As I step out the car, the familiar sounds of laughter, music, and clinking glasses reach me even before I open the door. It sounds good in there, happy as always.

The rich aroma of grilled meat, fried onions, and whiskey greet me as I step inside. The warm, welcoming feel of the rustic wooden interior and the smooth polish of the bar top make me feel momentarily nostalgic for simpler times. When me and Wyatt would be here together, having a good time. I weave through the crowd, nodding to a few familiar faces, and make my way to the bar.

“Jake, you seen Wyatt around?”

Jake looks up from polishing a glass, his expression turning serious. “Erm, he was here a few nights ago. But he left with that new girlfriend of his. Haven’t seen him since.”

I frown, taken aback. “Girlfriend? Since when does Wyatt have a girlfriend ?”

I knew he was dating, but girlfriend… wow!

Jake shrugs. “Don’t know much about her. She’s new in town. They seemed pretty close, though.”

A pang of guilt hits me. How could I not know about Wyatt’s new girlfriend? We used to tell each other everything. Now, it feels like we’re living in two completely separate worlds. I thank Jake and head back to my truck, my mind racing.

As I drive away from the saloon, I think about how distant Wyatt and I have become. We grew up together, supporting each other through all the good and the bad. There’s nothing we didn’t know about each other, well almost . But lately, it’s felt like there’s a wall between us. He’s been spiraling, and I’ve been so caught up in my own problems that I haven’t been there for him.

I pull over to the side of the road, and rest my head on the steering wheel. The weight of everything feels crushing. The ranch, Dad’s condition, Clara’s struggles, and now this. I need to find Wyatt, and somehow make things up to him. But I don’t even know where to start looking for his girlfriend.

Shit.

I don’t know what to do, which is why I end up returning to the ranch, feeling defeated. I park the truck and sit for a moment, staring out at the sprawling fields. The sun is setting, making the ranch look more beautiful than ever. This place means everything to me, but it’s tearing me apart, too.

The next logical stop is Wyatt’s place.

I know it isn’t likely, but maybe he’s returned to the guest house.

“Wyatt, you in there?” I call out as I get to the front porch, but there’s no response. After a moment, the door creaks open, and Clara stands there, looking as tired and worried as I feel.

“Beau,” she says softly, stepping back to let me in. “He’s not here. I still haven’t seen him.”

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “Damn it. I was hoping...”

She closes the door behind me, and we stand in the dimly lit living room. “Have you been looking for him all day?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I admit. “I’ve been to every place I could think of. No one’s seen him.”

Clara nods, looking down at the floor. “I’m worried about him, Beau.”

I step closer, reaching out to gently lift her chin so she meets my gaze. “I know. I am too. We’ll find him, Clara. We’ll bring him back. It’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

“He’s just… so angry about us,” she breathes. “It’s even worse than I thought it would be.”

There’s a moment of silence, heavy with unspoken words. The worry and tension between us starts to melt away, replaced by something deeper.

I can see the fear in her eyes, but there’s also something else… something that mirrors what I’m feeling.

Before I can overthink it, I lean in, capturing her lips with mine. She responds immediately, wrapping her arms around my neck as she pulls me closer. The kiss is desperate, a mixture of relief and longing, a way to find solace in each other amidst the chaos.

As our lips meet, a surge of heat courses through my body. The kiss deepens, filled with an urgency that’s been building for far too long. Clara’s hands move to my chest, her fingers clutching at my shirt as if she can’t get close enough. I slip my arms around her waist, pulling her tightly against me, feeling the softness of her body melt into mine.

The room seems to blur around us, the dim light casting shadows that dance along the walls. All I can focus on is the sensation of Clara’s lips, the taste of her, and the way her breath hitches when our tongues meet. My hands move up her back, my fingers tangling in her hair as I tilt her head to deepen the kiss further. She moans softly, a sound that ignites something primal inside me.

I walk her backward until her back hits the wall, the sudden contact making her gasp. I break the kiss, only to trail my lips down her neck, nipping and kissing the sensitive skin there. She arches against me, her hands gripping my shoulders, nails digging in just enough to send a shiver down my spine.

“Beau,” she whispers, her voice trembling with a mixture of need and anticipation.

I respond with a growl, pressing my body harder against hers. I can feel her heart racing beneath my lips, matching the frantic beat of my own. I slide one hand under her shirt, the feel of her warm, bare skin against my palm making me catch my breath.

She shudders, a soft moan escaping her lips as I find the clasp of her bra and deftly undo it. I pull back just enough to look at her, her eyes dark with desire, her lips swollen from our kisses. I can see how badly she wants this.

Me too.

I lift her shirt over her head, tossing it aside before leaning in to kiss her again, my hands cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. She gasps in my mouth, her body arching into my touch.

I break the kiss to trail my lips down her neck and across her collarbone, my hands slide down to the waist band of her jeans. I unbutton them, sliding the zipper down slowly, teasingly. Clara’s breath gets raspy, her hands grip my shoulders tighter as I push her jeans down, letting them pool at her feet. She steps out of them, her legs trembling slightly.

I take a step back, my eyes skimming her body, taking in every inch of her. She’s beautiful, her skin is glowing in the dim light, her curves soft, lush and inviting. I reach for my own shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside before stepping back into her space. I press my body against hers, skin to skin, the heat between us almost unbearable.

Clara’s hands move to my belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. She pushes my jeans down, her fingers grazing my hard length, making me groan. I step out of my jeans and lift her, her legs wrapped around my waist as I carry her to the bedroom.

We tumble on to the bed, a tangle of limbs and desire. I kiss her fiercely, my hands exploring every inch of her body, mapping the places that make her moan and shiver. She responds in kind, her touch igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume us both.

“Beau,” she gasps as I trail kisses down her body, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts before continuing my journey south. Her hips lift off the bed as I reach the apex of her thighs, my breath hot against her most intimate place. I take a moment to savor the sight of her beautiful, naked body, laid out before me, trembling with anticipation.

I press a kiss to her inner thigh, my hands hold her hips steady as I move closer, my tongue flicking out to taste her. She cries out, her hands fisting in the sheets as I delve deeper, my tongue and lips working in tandem to drive her wild. Her taste is intoxicating, her reactions spurring me on as I bring her closer and closer to the edge.

“Beau, fuck, that feels so good,” she cries, her voice breathless and desperate. I can feel her body tensing, her release imminent. I increase my efforts, determined to bring her to the peak of pleasure. With a final flick of my tongue, she shatters, her cries filling the room as she comes apart beneath me.

As Clara’s cries fill the room, her body trembling with pleasure, I can’t help but feel a deep, primal satisfaction. But my desire is far from sated. I shift, moving so that I’m lying beside her, my hand trailing over her slick skin, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm. She looks up at me, her eyes still glazed with lust, a wicked smile across her face.

Without a word, she pushes me on my back, straddling my chest. Her hands slide down my torso, nails lightly scratching my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I watch her, mesmerized, as she positions herself over my face, her thighs on either side of my head. Her scent, her heat, all driving me wild.

I grasp her hips, pulling her down so I can taste her again. She gasps, her hands bracing on my chest, nails digging in as I resume my work. My tongue moves in practiced strokes, exploring her folds, finding the spots that make her gasp and moan again. She rocks her hips, matching the rhythm, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

I feel her hand wrap around my length, her touch soft and teasing. My hips jerk involuntarily, a groan escapes my lips against her core. She leans forward, taking me in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before she takes me deeper. The dual sensations are almost too much to bear.

As I pleasure her, she reciprocates, her mouth moving in a tantalizing rhythm that drives me to the edge. My hips thrust up, seeking more of her warmth, and she takes me in, her movements skilled and deliberate. I grip her hips harder, my fingers digging into her flesh as I fight to maintain control.

I feel her body start to tense again, her movements becoming more erratic as she approaches another climax. I focus all my attention on her, my tongue and lips working with renewed fervor. She cries out, her body shuddering above me as she comes undone, her release washing over me.

The sensation of her climax, coupled with the relentless pleasure she’s giving me, sends me spiraling toward my own peak. I thrust into her mouth one last time, but then pull back, feeling the tension build within me. With a groan, I erupt, hot streams of my release splattering across her chest.

Clara gasps, looking down at the mess we’ve made. Her fingers dip into the warm fluid, spreading it across her skin as she meets my gaze with a sultry smile. I pull her down into my arms, our bodies slick and spent, the intensity of our connection leaving us both breathless.

I hold her close as our breaths slowly return to normal. Her body melts against mine, her head resting on my chest. I feel her heartbeat gradually syncing with my own, a soothing rhythm that calms the storm of emotions swirling inside me.

As the haze of passion begins to lift, a profound realization settles over me. I look down at Clara, her eyes closed in contentment, her body relaxed and warm against mine. The weight of the world seems to dissipate, replaced by a deep sense of peace and fulfillment.

I gently stroke her back, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath my fingertips. She sighs softly, nuzzling closer, and I can’t help but smile. The chaos and worry that had consumed me earlier feel distant now, insignificant compared to the warmth of her embrace.

I made the right choice, that much I’m sure of.

I might have fought hard for the ranch, but now this… this is what feels right.