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“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, hermovements 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.

23

CLARA

Guilt gnaws at me.

I haven’t told him yet.

Any of it.

I’m so scared of everything falling apart, but I know that I need to.

About Thomas. And my pregnancy.

But now isn’t the time…

“So, where are we going today?” I ask Beau nervously as he picks us up for a day out that he’s been planning for us. “I’m sure you want it to be a surprise, but I can assure you that Thomas doesn’t do well with shocks. He prefers to know where he’s headed. Sorry about that.”

Beau tosses his head back and laughs. “You know what? I was the same way when I was young. There’s a carnival just out of town, in Bozeman, that I thought we could go to. There are stands and rides, a kids play area, that sort of thing.”

Thomas cheers loudly behind me, causing me to nod in pleasure. It sounded perfect, just the sort of thing Thomas will love. I’ve been meaning to do things like that with him, to make sure that he’s enjoying himself as much as he can now at SilverRidge, but I haven’t really had the chance to do so. Plus, he seemed so settled here, it stopped being a priority. But now, Beau is making it happen. Because he’s awesome.

I’m going to study Thomas and Beau together today, to see how they bond with one another. If things go well, like I’m starting to think that they might, then I won’t put it off any longer. I’m finally going to tell Beau everything. I’ve tried endlessly to find a way to start that conversation and just can’t figure out how to do it.

But I’ll have to find a way somehow.

“Well, it looks like you’re on to a winner,” I chuckle. “I think we should get going before his head explodes.”

Beau agrees and we all climb into the car together. Spirits are high as we drive towards the carnival. Jokes and banter fly around the car, we even sing along to the radio together. It feels far more like a family day out than anything I’ve ever experienced before. Maybe a very long time ago, before I lost my mom and dad, but in recent years, this is it.

I have a feeling that Beau might even take the news well if I spilled it out right now… just here, in the car. I kinda want to as well, to just let it free, but this isn’t going to be news just for Beau. Thomas has no idea either, and I can’t let him know this way. It isn’t right.

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