Page 4 of Knocked up By the Mountain Man

He nods, his movements gentle and measured as he inches further inside me. The discomfort gradually fades, replaced by a growing sense of fullness and pleasure. My body adjusts to his, and I begin to move with him, finding a rhythm that feels right.

Beau’s hands cradle my face, his eyes never leaving mine. The connection between us is powerful, every touch, every kiss, a promise of something deeper. I feel safe with him, cherished in a way I’ve never felt before.

It’s even better than I thought it would be.

Beau’s movements are gentle, his pace unhurried, as if he’s memorizing every moment. But then it shouldn’t be a surprise, because it’s with Beau. He moves with his eyes locked on mine, and the sensation is intense. I can’t help but gasp softly, my body adjusting to the rhythm. He’s so attentive, reading every little signal I give off. I love that about him.

Beau shifts slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly a new wave of pleasure washes over me. I gasp again, this time in delight.

“Right there,” I whisper, my voice trembling.

He smiles down at me, his eyes dark with desire and something deeper, more tender. He adjusts again, maintaining that perfect angle, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, needing more.

“Clara,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “I want to make you feel so good.”

“You already are,” I manage to reply, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

The intensity of the sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. Beau’s pace quickens slightly, and his thrusts become more insistent. He leans down to kiss me, his lips capturing mine in a passionate, hungry kiss. His hands roam my body, caressing and teasing, driving me wild. The pleasure builds, and an intense heat pools low in my belly. I can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, my body on the brink of something wonderful.

“Beau,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m so close.”

“Let go, Clara,” he whispers against my lips. “I’ve got you.”

With those words, the tension snaps, and I’m hurled into my first explosive orgasm. My body trembles, waves of pleasure crash over me, and I cry out his name, clutching him tightly. The sensation is so powerful, so all consuming, that I can barely breathe.

I don’t know what tomorrow is going to bring, but I do know that this moment has changed my life forever.

I willneverforget this.

2

BEAU

Three and a half years later…

“This is the life,isn’t it?” Wyatt declares with a laugh as he pats me on the shoulder. “Partying in the city is so different from partying in freaking Silver Ridge. The girls here are hot as all hell, aren’t they? And crazy too.”

I glance around the room, trying to feel the same excitement as Wyatt, but as always, I just can’t make it happen. He’s always been the party animal, much more than me, always the one starting the drinking games and the stupidity.

For the last three days, I’ve been in Billington, sorting out business related to the ranch, but it will soon be time for us to return to Silver Ridge. The city lights and noise are a stark contrast to the quiet, open spaces of home, but neither place really feels like it fits me anymore. Not in the same way it always has.

I feel a coldness creeping in, a numbness that has settled over the years.

Living my life according to my father’s wishes has hardened me. Three years of doing what he wants, trying to meet hisimpossible standards, just to secure my inheritance. My father is controlling and expects a lot from me, and that’s slowly turned me into someone I barely recognize.

“Crazy, yeah,” I mutter, not really caring about the girls or the party. My mind is on the ranch, on the responsibilities waiting for me back at Silver Ridge.

Wyatt nudges me, trying to draw me out of my thoughts. “Come on, Beau, lighten up! We’ve got a few more hours here. Let’s make the most of it.”

I force a smile, but it doesn’t reach my eyes. “Sure, okay. You’re right. Let’s get another drink in us quick.”

We make our way to the bar, and Wyatt orders us another round. As I take a sip, I notice a couple of women eyeing me from across the room. They’re whispering and giggling, clearly interested. One of them, a tall brunette with striking green eyes, makes her way over and leans against the bar next to me.

“Hey there,” she purrs, her voice smooth and inviting. “Haven’t seen you around here before.”

I give her a polite smile, but I can already tell that I don’t have the effort for this. “Just visiting,” I reply, taking another sip of my drink.

She bats her long lashes and leans in closer, her perfume mingling with the scent of alcohol in the air. “Oh, where from?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

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