Page 51 of Canadian Harvest


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My body clenches in anticipation. This is it. This is the moment he’s been promising ever since he brought up the dance.

My mind races as he takes my hand and leads me out of the bar, stopping to say hello to people as we pass. I find myself growing impatient.

Did I ever think I would be this turned on at the thought of having sex outdoors with most of the town on the other side of the wall? Hell no. My heart still pounds in a bit of anxiety at the thought.

But I trust Mitch. I trust him with my whole heart, knowing that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. That he would protect me. He wouldn’t do this if there was any chance of us being found or exposed.

How do I know this? I have no clue, but I believe it with every fibre of my being.

Once we’re out in the parking lot, the cold night air hits me like a wave. The contrast from being overheated on the dance floor to the fall breeze makes my body shake.

“Come here,” Mitch croons, pulling me into his arms.

Wrapping my arms around him, I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. The steady rhythm of his melts with my own, calming me.

“It’s a nice night,” he says, his face tipped up to the sky.

I follow his gaze, seeing the bright Hunter’s Moon surrounded by twinkling stars.

“I’m sure there’s something to be said about a full moon and Halloween…”

“Are you afraid of the monsters coming out, Belle?” he growls in that sexy, deep voice of his.

“What makes you think I’d be scared of them?” I lift my eyebrow in a silent challenge.

His eyes darken, and his grip on my body tightens until there’s no space between us. His head lowers, the curls of his wig brushing against my face as he dips down.

“Maybe you should be,” he says as he nips at my neck.

I gasp at the brief pain before I start to laugh as I’m pulled around the side of the barn. It’s passed where I load the flowers, fully in the back, facing the trees. We’re surrounded by darkness with only the moonlight streaming above us. The thumping of the music from inside pulses through the walls like its own heartbeat, drowning us out.

“Be careful what you wish for, Belle,” he growls, backing me up against the wall.

“You don’t scare me, Beast,” I mock.

His hand flies to my throat, holding tight enough to let me know he’s in charge. My body awakens, anticipation coursing through my veins, making me weak. He tilts my head back and brings his lips to mine. This isn’t a gentle or loving kiss. This is demanding. This is him letting me know that he’s in charge. That he is the beast.

I moan, my fingernails digging into the skin of his arms, likely leaving scratch marks, but we don’t care. I lean back into the hard, unforgiving wood behind me, hooking my leg around his calf to feel him closer.

“No, up here,” he says, grabbing my leg and lifting it around his waist. I instinctively arch my back, making my core rub against his hard length.

“Ooh,” I moan, my head leaning back against the wood behind me.

His hand remains on my neck, holding me in place while he kisses the top of my breasts, his other hand sliding up my thigh that’s wrapped around him. He freezes as he reaches my ass, pulling his head up and looking into my eyes.

“You’re naughty, aren’t you?”

“You told me you wanted to make it easy for you to fuck me here.”

“And no panties is definitely doing the trick.” He lowers his head, his thumb caressing the skin just below my ear. His breath is warm as it fans across my chest. “But the thought of you in there without them on, so close to all those other men? It’s driving me crazy, Belle. That’s mine.”

His lips are on mine again in an instant. My breath is his as our lips and tongues battle. His hand shifts from my throat to my hair, ripping off my wig and throwing it to the ground. He breaks our kiss to look at me, my hair in a tight bun on my head.

“Take it out.”

“Wh-what?” I ask, my mind grappling with what, exactly, he wants me to take out.

“Your hair. Take it out. I want to feel your hair, not the fake shit.”

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