Page 8 of Haunted Hayride with the Mountain Man

“I could visit. I’m only 90 minutes away, that’s a couple chapters in an audiobook.”

He laughs. “Need I remind you, you don’t have a car right now.”

I stick my tongue out at him. “That’s neither here nor there and you know it. Your friends will have me out of that ditch and on the road tomorrow.”

He’s pissy now but he doesn’t revert back to the grump he was at the farm. “That’s just it, you’ll be on the road. And I’ll be here, in a dead-end seasonal job, living off my savings and Dad’s pension. I don’t even know if I’ll live long enough to collect social security. I don’t want to be a burden to you.”

I tilt his head in my direction. “You could never be a burden, Skyland. I mean that. I know we’ve just met but breaking down your walls has become my favorite pastime already.”

That declaration shakes the foundation of his willpower. He can’t pretend he’s not feeling exactly what I’m feeling for him. He can’t deny me, so he gives in to everything I’m offering, standing when I do, following me into my hotel room where I direct him towards the bed.

“I want this Skyland, whatever this happens to be.”

My heart is racing beneath my breastbone. With one final glance back at Aster tied up to the patio, the sun fading to a silhouette beneath the mountains, I lie down beside Skyland when he pats the bed.

By this point he’s shed the outer layers of his shabby costume, leaving him in a white tee that clings to each and every ripple of his chest and abs. “I could grate cheese here,” I purr, hands fighting to take up as much real estate as possible on his skin.

I don’t care what happens in the morning. For tonight, this is right. I want this man right here, right now and if I have to give up a future that I never wanted for myself to have it, I will in a heartbeat.

His mouth is waiting when I finally bring my gaze back to his, his hands pressed on top of mine as they move over his flesh. He’s trying to take things slow when all I want to do is plow through every roadblock until I have him inside me.

I’m acutely aware I’m still fully clothed, but I can’t pull my lips from him long enough to change that. Not when he has my head spinning with lust, frolicking through a harvested field hand in hand with his. There’s no way he can tell me he’s not feeling the same way, not as his tongue fights mine with such pent-up lust I’d swear we were in a will they/won’t they flirtation for months, years even. It seems unfathomable that I met this man this morning.

When I find his hands wrapping around my wrists, pulling them over my head, I don’t stop him, I don’t even try. My stomach dips with each unpredictable movement. Once I think I know what’s coming next, what kind of sweet torture he’s going to inflict on me, he goes and switches it up. His mouth has explored every inch of my jawline, neck, and collarbone but when he reaches for the hem of my shirt, I could never have predicted it would feel so incredible once he has it off.

This is all new to me. I’m used to tearing each other’s clothes off and fucking wherever we happen to be standing but Skyland is making love to every inch of me. The sensations that crawl over my skin are enough to have my nipples peaking again, pressing into his waiting hand once he has me out of my bra.

I love the way his attention is solely on me, his single-minded focus to make me feel good despite everything he’s carrying outside this room. He has the weight of the world on his shoulders but he can set that down in this moment.

“This isn’t just physical for me,” I find myself confessing. “But fuck if your hands don’t feel amazing.”

As if to take it to another level, Skyland bends down to clamp my nipple gently between his teeth, claiming me, moving back and forth from one breast to the other when the pleasure is nearly unbearable. “Every inch of you feels amazing.”

His compliment lands directly between my thighs. My clit is hammering beneath these cumbersome jeans, cutting into my waist with every shift on this bed. I need them off, then him inside me, stretching me, pulling me to the edge over and over again and letting me tumble.

It’s torture to pull away from him but once I do, the visual of him laying on my bed, staring up at me as if I’m the eighth wonder of the world, it does something to me. It rushes my need to get out of these jeans, that’s for damn sure.

I saunter a step back, taking his eyes with me, hands reaching out for phantom body parts that are no longer in his reach. I think he’s going to be satisfied with watching me take off my own pants until he rises from the bed so quickly he’s at full height instantly.

“Let me help you with that,” he growls, voice grown even huskier than it was when we started the night. My name rasps from his mouth, sounding like a curse and a promise all at the same time.

He isn’t content with letting me predict his next move, no, he gets off on surprising me at every turn. Instead of reaching for my fly, he spins me until my back is to his chest. His fingers wander over my full breasts, swelling with every cup and swipe. Sliding his fingers over my stomach, he’s in my panties in no time, taking them and my jeans down in one swoop.

“It’s a damn shame I’m in such a hurry to be inside you because those red panties would sear themselves onto my brain, I’m sure.”

I can’t feel my legs.

Skyland is too gorgeous, too sweet, too emotionally available. He’s everything, not just for tonight but for a lifetime and that’s what I’m afraid of. He’s scared of love, there’s no two ways about it, but I’ve never been one to run away from a challenge, I’m not about to start now.

I quiver when his middle finger connects with my clit, teasing me before he continues down my slit. If I thought my legs were putty before, they’re boneless now, all my weight falling back on this man that holds me like gravity itself.

If this night is all we have, I’m going to commit every sensation to memory and store it on my heart. At the very least, any man I’m with after this will be compared to Skyland Tate from here until eternity.

SIX

Skyland

Nova Philips is a goddess. My dick hasn’t been this hard since I first learned how to make a woman feel good. Every experience that’s come before has led me to this, everything I’ve learned was to take care of Nova.