A garbled laugh erupts from my mouth as I turn my head to the side, feeling turned on and enraged all at the same time.

  Fuck, now he’s calling my bluff.

  He pushes himself against me, his groin flush against my belly, and I gasp when I realize just how serious he is right now. His other hand slides around my waist to pull me closer, like any speck of space between us is offensive to him.

  “But if we do this,” he adds, his voice drenched with desire, “if you let me fuck you, then you need to know that means I will own your body. Every particle on your skin will be mine for the taking. Do you understand?”

  A soft moan escapes my lips, revealing the depths of his effect on me. Fuck you, hormones!

  A wicked glint lights up his eyes as he stares down at my cleavage. My tits are practically bursting out of my dress with every heave of air I drag into my lungs. They feel heavy and swollen, and my nipples ache with just the pressure of his body against mine.

  But my God, I want that pain.

  He leans in and whispers into my ear as his hand releases my jaw and moves to the back of my neck. “You thought I was controlling before? You haven’t seen anything until I sink my cock deep inside you. Then you’ll really be mine.”

  I pull in a jagged breath as goose bumps spread across my body. My hands tremble at my sides, and it takes everything in me not to reach out and grab him.

  I should be grabbing my keys instead and running. Or I should grab a pitchfork and impale this man who is obviously completely insane. I should shove him away and tear out of this barn to call the cops. This is psycho, not sweet.

  But my body craves his crazy... I’ve quite possibly never craved anyone more in my entire life.

  “How would it work?” I croak, my voice thick with arousal, my belly swirling with butterflies. “If we have sex...then what? Just forget about it the next day? Act like it never happened?”

  Wyatt tilts his head and eyes me seriously, his face appearing as though he’s having a full-blown conversation with himself before he replies, “Or...we fuck as much as we want whenever we want until your due date...” His fingers glide delicately over the swell of my breast, sending a flurry of flames through me as he flattens his warm palm to my belly and adds, “And when this is over...so are we.”

  I inhale sharply, fully absorbing what he’s just suggested: sex for the remainder of this pregnancy and nothing more. Which means I’m finally going to sleep with the man who knocked me up.

  It sounds crazy but also logical at the same time. I mean, I’ve already had his semen inside me. I’m already stuck with him for the next several months. I’m already planning to cut and run when this is all over. What’s the worst that could happen?

  And hell, maybe if I finally fuck him, I can keep him in a box instead of this damn push and pull we both struggle to navigate.

  Swallowing the lump in my throat, I grab his hand and shift it from my belly to between my legs. His eyes flash when his fingers graze my warm center over my dress. I lean up on my tiptoes and whisper against his lips, “What are you waiting for, Mountain Man?”

  Wyatt

  A low growl erupts from my throat as I push the fabric of her dress into her lower lips and feel how wet she is already as the fabric dampens. Good God, she’s ready, and I’ve barely touched her.

  Lucky me, lucky number thirteen.

  I shift my hand down and ruck up her dress, desperate to feel her skin on mine. Enough talking, enough arguing, enough acting like we don’t both want this. It’s been clear from the start, and I’m done playing the dutiful intended parent.

  Right now, we are just a man and a woman alone on a mountain.

  Except for Millie...and Reginald...and Handsome...and I guess Strudel upstairs. And my fucking brothers whenever they get their dumb asses home. I better get my ass moving.

  Her belly is soft against my rough hands as I tease the edge of her panties, watching her reaction with rapt fascination. “You want me to touch you, Trista?” I ask, dipping my hand into her underwear and delicately grazing over her smooth mound.

  “Yes,” she cries out, her voice hoarse with need. “Wyatt, don’t fucking tease me.”

  “Why not?” I ask, my finger grazing the very top of her slit.

  “Because I won’t live through it,” she pants, her voice fraught with need.

  “I told you I wanted to take care of you,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her neck, desperate to kiss her but knowing I want to kiss something else first. “So let me.”

  I drop down in front of her and hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties, yanking them down to her ankles. She steadies herself on the counter and shakily steps out of them. I take a moment to admire her creamy thighs as I slide my hand up one leg, watching in appreciation as her skin dimples under my firm touch. There’s no greater sight than soft flesh being punished.

  “Wyatt,” she croaks, her hands shoving into my hair. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to taste you at last.” I splay a hand against her belly as I toss one of her legs over my shoulder, and without waiting for her encouragement, I press my lips to her center and growl in appreciation when I taste her arousal.

  She’s soaked, and the feel of her on my lips stirs a frenzy in me as I shove my face into her, rutting like a wild fucking animal. I flatten my tongue and lick and stroke and thrust as deep as I can, only pausing so I can tip my head and suck greedily on her clit.

  My cock throbs with need as her thighs tighten around my ears, muting the sexy noises she’s making so all I can hear is my racing heart and the breath struggling to escape my mouth as I refuse to come up for air. All the fantasies I’ve had about this woman are finally coming to fruition, and I’m not going to let a little thing like oxygen get in the way of enjoying myself.

  My hand leaves her thigh, fingers aching from where I must have been gripping her harshly. From beneath her ass, I pull back from her and hook my finger before pushing it up into her wet channel, reaching for her G-spot.

  “Holy shit,” she mewls, sounding unhinged as I finger-fuck her, dragging over the tight ridges inside her as I watch her belly expand and contract with every gasp, every noise, every cry. Her breath is high-pitched when she squeaks out, “I’m going to—”

  A noise vibrates my chest as I descend on her clit, flicking my tongue violently over the hardened nub. She tenses around my digit, her fingers squeezing so hard on my traps I’m sure there will be bruises tomorrow. Her body bends, her frame falling down on top of me, and I yank my finger out and plunge my tongue into her center to feel her erupt on my face.

  God, yes, I think as she quakes and ruptures over me, her wetness sliding along my stubble as she grinds down on me, fucking my mouth like it’s my cock.

  If you’d walked into this barn right now, you’d see me in some ungodly position that I didn’t even know my body was capable of squatting in. But I’ll contort myself in whatever way I must to swallow this woman’s release. I’m milking her for once instead of the other way around, and I couldn’t be more grateful.

  “Holy shit,” she repeats as I extract myself from her grip and stand in front of her. Her eyes are wide and horrified as she drags her palm along my lips and chin, wiping her arousal off me. “That’s so embarrassing.”

  “Shut up.” I grab behind her knees and hoist her up on the counter with a bit of effort.

  Her brows pinch together as she shoves my shoulders. “Did you just tell me to shut up?”

  “Yes.”

  Her red-stained lips part, her cheeks flushed, her hair a mess, and her stunning eyes fill with disagreement once again. “You can’t—”

  “Yes, I can.” I reach down to pull my belt out of my jeans. My cock is numb from being constrained for so long, and I ache to release it from its denim prison. I grip her chin, my eyes zeroing in on her pouty mouth, which is two seconds away from telling me off. “Don’t ever feel shame for feeling pleasure. You apologize for coming on my face ever again, and we’ll have problems.”

  Her lips do a good impression of a fish out of water as she struggles with how to reply to that, so I decide to respond for her and cover her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue deep into her so she can taste the deliciousness of what I just devoured.

  In my time on the mountain, I’ve learned to let go of what society thinks is dirty or wrong...if it feels good and isn’t illegal and no one gets hurt, it’s fucking mine for the taking. If there’s one thing I can send Trista home with after this pregnancy is over...it’s the ability to let go of those inhibitions of hers.

  And when her legs wrap around my waist and her fingers slice into my hair as her tongue meets my own, thrusting into my mouth, I have a feeling she will be a quick study.

  “Fuck me in the stall like you promised,” she gasps as she pulls away from me and slides off the counter.

  My brows lift in appreciation. Can a student surpass a teacher on the first day of class?

  She drags me into the open stall, pulling me into her body, her hand sliding over my denim-constrained cock. I hate it. It fucking hurts and makes everything in my body twitch with irritation.

  “Stop fucking with it and pull it out,” I growl, gripping the back of her hair before my lips descend onto her throat to drag my tongue up to her jaw.

  “God, you are demanding.” She huffs as she undoes my jeans, and my vision blurs as her fingers grip my bare shaft with frustration. Her head tips back, and I feel her warm breath on my neck as she sighs. “Better?”

  “Uh-huh,” I groan, my balance swaying as I reach out and brace myself on the gate. “Oh God, I don’t know what I want more, your mouth or your cunt.”

  “Why not both?” she says, dropping to her knees. Without hesitation, she wraps her lush lips around me, causing my vision to blur.

  “Fuuuck,” I croon out, trying to regain focus.

  She takes me as deep as she can, but it’s not nearly deep enough. Her tongue laves over my tip with every bob, and it isn’t until I feel the drag of her teeth over my crown that I start to wonder how long I’ll be able to last.

  “Get up,” I command, gripping her arm and pulling her up.

  “I was just getting started.”

  “I don’t want to come down your throat,” I hiss and turn her around, cascading my hands greedily over her breasts, which are still concealed under this fucking dress that’s been torturing me all night.

  “Where do you want to come?” she says, her face turning into my neck as her hand reaches back to fork through my hair.

  My mind wars with itself as I grind into her ass because I already know the answer, but I shouldn’t tell her. I should go get a fucking condom out of my truck and come in it like I have with every other woman I’ve ever fucked.

  But my hand drops from her breast to her belly, and a possessiveness roars inside me as I feel a small bump there. The word “mine” comes into play again. This baby is mine, this woman is mine, this cunt... I want it to be mine.

  No fucking shame.

  My voice is hoarse as I grind into her ear. “I want to come inside you.”

  Her breath hitches as my hands roam over her body, memorizing all the supple peaks and valleys. We’ve both been tested. My semen has already been inside her. In the grand scheme of things, this isn’t that big of an ask.

  But I can feel her uncertainty, so I elaborate, “I want to watch my seed drip out of your greedy little cunt after I give you another orgasm.” I exhale heavily, my nose gliding over the shell of her ear. “But if that’s too much for you, just say the word, and I’ll go get a condom right now.”

  Her voice is soft when she asks, “Have you slept with anyone since we were tested?”

  Has my brain stopped thinking of this woman long enough for me to even notice another woman? Fuck no. The answer is fuck no.

  “No,” I state firmly, my arms tightening around her as I ask a question I am terrified of the answer to. “You?”

  Her belly tightens beneath me as she laughs. “Just my vibrator.”

  I growl again and grind my cock against her rear, pulling her dress up so she can feel my skin on her ass. “Lucky vibrator.”

  With my cock thrusting down between her ass cheeks, I skate my hand around to her front, teasing her clit, which is still wet from my tongue. When I thrust a finger into her, I groan at her tight wetness. I’ve never had a woman this wet before. God, I want to cry at the thought of it. So much I’ve been missing. “What do you want, Lucky? It’s your call. No shame in saying no.”

  When I push a second finger inside her, she buckles over, her hands splaying out on the panel of the stall, nails biting into the chipped wood. She rocks back into my hand, her greedy pussy eating me up, begging for more. When she flips her hair and looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes are burning with need, cheeks red, lips parted as she cries, “Come in me, Wyatt. Give it to me bare. I want to feel you dripping out of me just like I did in your bed.”

  My thin line of control snaps at that visual that I’ve been fantasizing about since the second I smelled her scent in my sheets weeks ago. And the unhinged response I have to her words is a fucking blur.

  It’s me shoving her dress up above her waist. It’s me gripping her hips as she braces herself on the giant empty feeder. It’s me using one hand to guide myself into her wet heat. It’s me careening like a fucking moose during mating season. It’s me realizing I’ve never gone bare inside a woman before, and it’s going to fucking suck when I promise myself to never do it with anyone else. It’s me groaning as I watch her ass bounce against my groin as I rock into her over and fucking over again. It’s me accidentally making eye contact with fucking Handsome and his stupid paralyzed tongue and still not losing an ounce of my erection. It’s me feeling slick with sweat as I grind deeper into her tight channel. It’s me making a core memory of Trista screaming my name in the quiet of the barn as she comes harder than she did on my face.

  And it’s me exploding inside her like a fucking cannon, pulling my cock out to watch it seep out before I thrust back in so she doesn’t lose a drop.

  “All for you,” I rumble, blanketing my body over hers and shuddering against the quiver of her sex gripping me. “All for you.”

  Chapter 31

  Weeks Pregnant: 14

  Animals on the Mountain: 4

  Trista

  The sound of tires on gravel stirs me awake, and I flex my arms above my head as I squint against the daylight pouring in through the windows. A delectable ache radiates between my legs as I squeeze my thighs together. I don’t remember feeling sore down there...like...ever. None of the men I’ve slept with in the past have ever been big enough to cause a physical reaction in my body the next day. But Wyatt Fletcher?

  Ouch.

  The smile that teases my lips over that realization makes me kick my legs like a silly girl. People are referring to this when they talk about a good kind of pain. I could get used to this kind of pain.

  I crawl out of bed and make my way to the bathroom, doing my best not to walk funny as I recall the pressure of Wyatt thrusting into me last night. I brace my hands on the bathroom sink as the memory of him ratchets through me like a spark of electricity. God, last night was crazy. It was otherworldly. It was one of those out-of-body experiences that I would think was a dream if I didn’t have the lasting physical effects on my body.

  I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, and I can see the proof there too. My brown hair is a wild mess of frizz, and the makeup I wore to the party is smudged with mascara flecks all over my cheeks. Faded red lipstick is smeared around my lips, and I swear I have faint signs of a whisker burn down the side of my neck.

  But above it all, there’s also a glow about me that I have never noticed before. Is this a pregnancy glow or an “I just had amazing sex” glow? Either way, if I could turn this into a cream and bottle it up, I’d be rich. I’d call the magical elixir Rode Hard and Put Away Wet.

  I strip and step into the shower, and as hot water cascades over my shoulders, a flash of how wet I was last night hits me as well. The look of his face with my arousal all over it. Ugh! Fucking hot and horrifying in the most hilarious way. It helped his massive dick slide right in without much preamble, that’s for sure. My giggle echoes off the glass shower door as I try to recall if I’ve ever lost control with a man so much that I just drenched his face?

  “What’s so funny?” Wyatt’s deep voice echoes, causing me to shriek and turn my back to the glass door.

  “What the hell, Wyatt?” I bellow, my voice loud and obnoxious as this crazy mountain man just ripped me out of some serious reminiscing.

  His large frame comes into focus through the foggy glass as he steps into my bathroom. “What’s the matter?” he asks like it’s totally normal for him to just come traipsing in.

  “What are you doing in here?” I grab a loofah and attempt to cover my butt, which is certainly fully visible to him right now because the loofah is no match for the globes of my ass.

  “Breakfast, obviously,” he answers nonchalantly, and I have to squint over my shoulder to see that he’s just pulled his shirt off over his head.

  “Why are you taking your clothes off?” I turn around and wipe the glass to confirm that this crazy mountain man is now unbuckling his jeans.

  “I’m coming in,” he says as he pulls open the shower door, and I stupidly bounce my loofah from my groin to my breast and back to my groin, unsure which part of me I want to cover.

  “No, you’re not.” I toss the only weapon I have at him.

  He frowns and grips the sudsy pink object against his hairy pectoral. His eyes drift down my body and flare in appreciation. “Try to stop me.”

  “Wyatt!” I squeal and cover my breasts with one arm and my privates with another.