Page 48 of Knocked up By the Mountain Man

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, thumbsbrushing 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 isintoxicating, her reactions spurring me on as I bring her closer and closer to the edge.

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