Page 5 of Mountain Man’s Hayride Honey (Wildwood Valley Harvest #4)

CLAYTON

F uck me, Clayton.

Those words remained rooted in my head as I entered her. They played over and over again, no matter how hard I tried to shove them aside. If I thought too long and hard on them, I’d come all over the outside of that sweet pussy, and I didn’t want to do that.

No, I wanted to be inside her. But I needed to make her come first.

“Sit up, darlin’,” I said.

Where had the word “darlin’” come from? Pet names definitely weren’t like me, but then again, this woman had me thinking and doing all kinds of things I thought I’d never do. Not for a woman. Not for anyone.

Calliope hesitated, her breath shaky, but then she obeyed, rising on her knees. I straightened behind her, my hands gripping her hips as I kept myself buried deep inside her. The shift made her clench around me, and I bit back a groan. So damn good.

The hayride trailer was rough beneath us, the wood digging into my knees, the scent of hay and earth thick in the air. But all I could focus on was her—the curve of her back, the way her ass pressed against my thighs as I pulled her tight against my chest.

My hand slid down her stomach, fingers finding her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. She was wet. So wet. And her clit was swollen. My cock throbbed at the knowledge that I’d done this to her. I’d turned her on.

“Oh—Clayton—” Her voice broke as I circled her clit, teasing, building her up.

I didn’t move inside her yet. This was for her. My other hand tugged at her bra, shoving the cup down until her breast spilled into my palm. I squeezed, rolling her nipple between my fingers until it peaked, hard and begging for more.

“You like that?” I said against her ear, my breath hot on her skin.

She whimpered, her hips rocking back against me. “Yes—fuck, yes?—”

“Tell me what you want.” My fingers kept working her clit, steady, relentless.

“You—inside—harder?—”

I chuckled darkly, nipping at her earlobe. “Not yet, darlin’. Going to make you come first.”

Her breath came in sharp little pants, her body tightening around me as pleasure coiled low in her belly. I could feel it—the way her muscles fluttered, the way her back arched as she got closer.

“That’s it,” I urged, my voice rough. “Let go.”

And she did. A broken cry tore from her lips as she came, her body shuddering, her walls clenching around my cock in waves.

I held her through it, my own pulse hammering, my cock throbbing with the need to move.

But before I could, she twisted in my arms, pushing me back toward one of the hay bales.

“Sit,” she ordered, her voice husky.

I didn’t argue.

She knelt between my legs, her fingers making quick work of her bra before tossing it aside. Then her hands were on me—stroking, teasing—before she leaned in and took me into her mouth.

Fuck.

Her tongue swirled around the head, her lips sliding down my length, and I nearly lost it right then. My fingers tangled in her hair, gripping tight as she sucked me deeper, her cheeks hollowing.

“Christ—” I gritted out, my hips jerking.

She moaned around me, the vibration sending a shock of pleasure straight to my core. But I wanted more. Needed to be inside her again.

“Wait—” I tugged her upward, my voice ragged. “I don’t want to finish like this. I have to be inside you when I come.”

Her eyes darkened with hunger as she climbed onto my lap, her thighs straddling mine. I guided myself back into her, both of us groaning as she sank down, taking me to the hilt.

“God, you feel good,” I muttered, my hands gripping her hips.

She rolled her body against mine, moving up and down slowly and deliberately.

As her movements sped, her tits bounced, and I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

Her hands wandered over her own skin—pinching her nipples, then slipping down to where we were joined, her fingers rubbing tight circles on her clit.

“Fuck, look at you,” I growled, my voice thick. “So damn beautiful.”

Her breath hitched, her rhythm growing more urgent. I could feel her tightening around me again, her pleasure building.

“Tell me,” I demanded, thrusting up to meet her. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“So bad—” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Want you to—fuck—make me come again?—”

I slammed up into her, harder, deeper, the sound of our bodies slapping together, filthy and perfect. Her moans turned desperate, her hips grinding down as she chased her release.

“That’s it,” I urged, my voice rough. “Come for me, darlin’.”

And she did. With a sharp cry, her body clamping around me, her thighs shaking. That was all it took. My release tore through me, my cock pulsing inside her as I spilled deep, my groan muffled against her.

For a long moment, we stayed like that—her forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling, our bodies still joined. Then she slid off me, collapsing onto the hay bale beside me, her chest rising and falling fast. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled us back against the side rails of the trailer.

Above us, the sky burned gold and pink, the sun dipping low. The air smelled like hay and sweat and her—sweet and satisfied.

She turned her head toward me, a lazy smile playing on her lips. “So…what happens now?”

I laced my fingers through hers. “Now, we figure it out.”

“The distance?”

“Yeah.” I squeezed her hand. “But I’ll make it worth your while if you move to Wildwood Valley.”

She laughed softly. “Oh, you will?”

“Damn right.” I leaned over a little to look at her. “Starting with dinner. Then I’ll show you exactly how convincing I can be.”

Her eyes sparkled. “I’m holding you to that.”

“Good.” I kissed her, slow and deep, before pulling back. “Now let’s get you fed. I’ve got to keep your strength up.”

She grinned. “For round two?”

“And three. And four.”

Her laughter followed me as I helped her up, and as we climbed out of the wagon, hand in hand, I knew one thing for sure—this was just the beginning.