Page 5 of Haunted Hayride with the Mountain Man

My stomach flips, arms pinned to my sides so I don’t reach out for him. If it were up to me, I’d already be cupping his face, drawing his lips down to meet mine in a kiss so fiery we’d combust. Skyland’s content to stare though, his ragged breathing growing somehow calmer the longer he peers down at me.

He wants this.

Skyland wants this kiss as much as I do.

He’s standing so close our chests graze with every inhale I force myself to take. My eyes travel back and forth between his, searching, looking for something just out of reach. My hormones are off the charts but only because I know he’d be so caring and unselfish with me, making sure all my needs are met before he thinks of his own. I could go for a night like that, the center of attention, the release from years of a clenched jaw and sucked in abs. From tension headaches and restless legs. I need someone to take care of me and leave me in a pile of relaxation.

“I haven’t had sex in a long time,” I blurt, knowing it’s the exact wrong thing to say. We haven’t established that we’re going to let it get that far and anyway, I don’t know if I would have confessed that if we had.

“Oh sweetheart, not nearly as long as it’s been for me. I promise you that.” His voice is gruff when he responds, drawing himself impossibly close, swiping his nose up my jaw. His warm breath on my face nearly makes me lose all control. Any second now, I’m going to climb him like a tree, release him from those layers of tattered clothes and ride him until we both forget our names.

My limbs literally shake with him so close, fingers tangled in his shirt vibrating with the need to undress him. My knees have parted on their own volition, allowing him access to slide his thick, tree trunk thigh between them.

“You smell so god damn good, Nova. Like starlight and caramel.” He’s growing impossibly closer to my lips, so close the whisper of his breath caresses them into staying mute. I don’t have a snappy comeback anyway. I can’t think, not with him so near.

My nipples pebble at the first brush of his lips against mine, so hard they could cut glass and it doesn’t go unnoticed when they scratch against Skyland’s abs.

“Fuck, Nova.”

“Yeah, fuck,” I murmur against his sultry lips, tasting him.

Before I know what’s happening, he’s got his body flat against mine, every inch of him covering every inch of me. My fingers reach out for his buttons, giving up and going for the hem of his collection of shirts, tugging them up his torso impatiently.

His throaty hiss short-circuits my brain when I make contact with his stomach. Rigid muscles contract when my hands slide past, greedily eating up every inch. The hunger in his kiss as he finds his way beneath my shirt is enough to have me jumping in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist like he’s the horse and I’m the rider. I cross them behind his back, the heels of my booties digging into his sexy bubble butt.

Catching a glimpse of us in the mirror, I note my disheveled hair, his already shabby clothes askew. He hasn’t pulled away long enough to take the shirts over his head but it doesn’t matter, beneath my jeans I’ve got his firm, rippled abs exposed, the friction of each peak and valley making my head swirl.

Skyland fists a handful of my hair, tugging it over one shoulder until he’s exposed my neck. His other hand’s still wandering underneath my shirt, coming up to cup my breast over the smooth material of the bra I hastily threw on before leaving for the farm. I spent my day resting in the hotel, finalizing some calls for Kellee and Jesse’s wedding while still in my pajamas. I didn’t get a coffee until nearly noon when I finally relented and stopped for lunch. In a place like Ashwood, things move slower, life seems easier, each breath filling my lungs completely. At home, I would have found any excuse to move to a coffee shop or to run errands that could have waited until tomorrow, here, I’m on vacation mode, more than I’ve ever been on another work trip.

“Out of your head, Nova. Here. With me.”

My head falls back but it’s only until I feel the sharp pinch that I realize it’s because he’s pulled my hair. His dick’s pressed into my stomach, growing harder the more he kisses me into submission. The more pliable he makes me, the surer I am that we could have something real. No matter how hard he’d resist.

FOUR

Skyland

Every inch of me is in this room with Nova. I want her so badly that all my thoughts revolve around getting her out of her clothes and begging her to let me make her feel good. I haven’t thought about my temporary job and finding a new one once harvest is over. I haven’t thought about Dad and the medical expenses that are quickly eating through his savings. I definitely haven’t let Taylor cross my mind since I got back to this hotel and locked myself away with our former wedding planner.

Who the hell would have thought that life could work like this? I remember our video meeting with Nova like it was yesterday, despite the fact that it was over a year ago. She was so positive and upbeat, almost never pushing back even as Taylor’s wishes became more and more outlandish. I was going to go along with each and every one of them, draining my bank account to give her the wedding I swore she deserved. But that was all before.

I can’t pull myself away from this heated kiss long enough to realize that this is a terrible idea, all of this. Nova doesn’t live in Ashwood and even if she did, I’m not sure I’ll settle here. I don’t know what my future holds, in more ways than one, and it’s not fair to drag her into that.

Her tongue works perfect circles over mine, the sweet scent of her leaving me in a lust-filled haze. Each soft moan from her lips flits its way through my brain, holding me hostage to this moment in time. The future can wait, the past is forgotten, all I want is these precious seconds with this beautiful woman.

Our hands tangle as we go for each other’s fly at the same time, desperate. Needy. Helpless to do anything about the likelihood that one or both of us will end up heartbroken.

“I need every inch of you,” she whispers, mouth not leaving mine to speak, even as she reaches her manicured hands down between my clothes and skin. Her fingers grip my cock, roughly running up and down my length with just the right amount of pressure to make my head fall back.

Nova uses our position to her advantage, feasting on my neck while I’m too helpless to pull away. My cock is throbbing with heat, the friction of her fist wrapped around me enough to get me off in no time flat.

I want her against the wall.

I want her on her bed and in her undersized shower.

I want her bent over the couch and again on the floor, leaving her pleasure in my capable hands. All this pent up anxiety is dying to spill onto her skin, the determined focus enough to give her what she needs over and over again.

My fingers have just dragged her skintight jeans from her hips, exposing the unbelievably tiny strap of her red panties when a ruckus comes from outside. Aster, tied up to the post in the quiet parking lot, whinnying for attention.