23. Gunner

23

Gunner

I hold Montana’s hand while we head back to the house, fighting the urge to take her in Colt’s barn and fuck her over a bale of hay. I hardly slept last night in bed alone, and I’m eager to have my little fox back beside me and under me, but first, we need to get home.

I grab the front door for Montana to go inside, getting ready to grab our things and thank Colt for the last minute stay when my phone rings. I let Montana’s hand go to get it out my pocket, and when I see who it is, I pick up immediately. “What’s going on?”

Dallas breathes deeply over the line. “I think you guys should lay low for a few days. Don’t come back to town yet.”

Montana looks at me curiously, and I hold my hand up to let her know I’ll clue her in in a minute. I pace around the porch, wondering what happened between last night and this morning. I hadn’t told Dallas about keeping Montana with me and returning home today. I was planning to call him on the way. How does he know already?

“Why should we stay out of town?” I try to stay calm while he clues me in.

“Word’s gotten out that Mason is looking for you. You and Montana. And apparently some of his friends are stopping in our area this week. Some of them may get here today. If you two don’t want to die, keep your heads down until I let you know we’re all clear. Then you might want to find a new house.”

“Shit.” I didn’t doubt that the bastard would come after me, but the thought of him having help didn’t cross my mind. “How many friends?”

“I don’t know. But enough to make me concerned. Where are you anyway?”

“We’re at Colt’s. We were planning to come back today.”

“Did you get the money?”

I glance at Montana, still in shock that the whole reason we’re here is because I threatened her for cash. “Yeah. But you won’t see a damn penny of it so don’t bother asking for any.”

He laughs deeply. “Fine. But you can always send me a birthday card with a little something in it. Anyway, Colt’s might be a good place to hang out for a bit.”

“Agreed. ”

“So. I take it you and your prisoner are getting along now?”

I step off the porch, hoping Montana can’t hear him through the line. “Not quite. But hopefully soon.”

“Good for you. Stay out of trouble and don’t get murdered.”

“Thanks.” I hang up the phone and look at my nervous little fawn.

She digs her nails in her palms. “What was that all about?”

“Something’s come up. We need to stay here for a few more days.”

“Why?”

I jog back up the steps, opening the front door and walking behind her inside the house. “Because you were right. Your father is after us. We’ll stay here until the storm blows over, and we’ll go back when it’s safe.”

Colt sits in the kitchen on a barstool, still drinking coffee. “Y’all are welcome to stay as long as you’d like.”

Montana goes to the sink and washes dirt off her hands. “It’ll never be safe to go back, Gunner.”

I hate to say it, but part of me thinks she may be right. But we have no other choice. I’m not leaving the life I built behind .

Colt butts his head into our conversation. “Why don’t you two go do something fun? A new movie theater just opened up in town. You should go.”

Montana raises a brow, shaking her head. I step away from him, going to wash my hands too. “I don’t go to the movies. Haven’t been in years.”

Montana nods her head in agreement. “Same.”

Colt looks between us like we’re robots. “Even more of a reason why you should go.” He grins. “You could even call it a date if you wanted.”

There’s a lot I need in my life, but a wingman is not one of them. And Montana doesn’t want to go anyway. “Thanks, but I don’t really feel like going anywhere with a hundred grand in the back of my truck.”

He stands up and tucks his white shirttail in his black jeans. “Take the Camero.”

I’m ready to shoot him down again when Montana’s eyes light up. “Camero?”

He nods his head. “Yes, ma’am.”

Montana looks at me eagerly. “I’ve always wanted to ride in a Camero.”

Wanting to make up for my mistakes from last night, I take the keys from Colt’s outstretched hand. “Fine. Get changed and we’ll go.”

Montana hangs her head and one of her arms out the window while I speed down an empty back road. I don’t want to stop because she’s having so much fun, but I’m also scared as hell to take her out on a date.

I don’t know why Colt suggested a goddamn movie. Aren’t we supposed to go to dinner first and then the movie? But it’s hardly past breakfast, so it’s too early to go to dinner. Shit. I didn’t feed her breakfast. Should we get breakfast first or should we eat at the theater? I need a manual for this shit. I don’t know if I’m nervous or excited right now.

The last date I went on was years ago. And I left the woman at the table before the bread basket was brought out. I’ve seen Montana naked numerous times, sleep with her nearly every night, and have broken her body in half, but I don’t know how the hell I’m supposed to date her. The woman I used to date guided me through everything.

I guess the order is usually flowers, dinner, then movie, so I’ll try it backwards. Movie, dinner, then flowers. I’ll stumble through this just like I’ve stumbled through everything else in my life .

Once I start to slow down, Montana pulls her head back in. Her chocolate brown hair is windblown, and her brown cheeks glisten with sweat. She has on one of the dresses I bought her when we first went shopping. A sage green knee-length one with straps that tie on paired with her tan boots. I don’t look nearly as fancy, wearing an old gray T-shirt and my worn out blue jeans, but hopefully I don’t look too bad.

With everyone at work on this early Tuesday, it takes no time at all to park, and I get out quickly, helping Montana step outside.

“Thank you.” She kisses my cheek, and it burns in response at the contact. I don’t think I’ve ever had my cheek kissed in my life, and I had no idea such an innocent gesture could make me so nervous.

I don’t want to rush a single moment with her today, so I don’t grab her hand even though I want to. It’s when we’re only halfway to the doors that she slips hers in mine, and I tighten my fingers around her small ones before she can change her mind and let go.

There’s only one film showing, and it’s something I’ve never heard of and don’t care about. Apparently Montana was supposed to see this with her friend, Charlotte, and I try to talk her out of it to do something that won’t make her cry, but when she insists, I get our tickets, hoping this experience won’t sour her whole day.

She asks to go to the bathroom, and I let her even though I want to go in with her. Not because I don’t trust her but because I don’t want anything to happen to her. I’ve gone from wanting to shoot her to needing to protect her and I’m terrified. I’ve only felt this way once before, and I never thought I would again.

I look down at her and pull her in front of me when she returns. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really. But we can share something if you want.”

The one thing I was prepared for about dating was this—sharing food just so I can get less than half. Knowing she’s more hungry than she’s letting on, I order for us. “We’ll share a few things.”

There are so many options that I almost give up on the whole thing, but I finally decide on a large slushy, some pretzel bites, and a thing of tater tots. The cashier hands me a buzzer to wait for our food, and as soon as it’s ready, I carry our trays while Montana walks ahead of me to our theater.

We sit in the middle of the room, and with no one else present, we use the tables beside us for extra space to put everything. There’s an armrest between us that can’t be moved, and it’s probably for the best because I might start acting up otherwise.

Montana’s grabby hands reach for the slushy, and I pass it to her, allowing her to have the first sip.

“God, Gunner, it tastes so fucking good.”

I watch her throat move under the dim lights, wishing she was whispering those words about something else in her mouth.

After several gulps, I take it from her, wanting some for myself before it’s all gone. While I drink, she leans closer to me, resting her elbows on the armrest. “What are you so damn tense for?”

I pass the drink back to her and move her hair out of her eyes. “I’m tense because I don’t want to screw up this date and end the day with you in tears again.”

She sips our drink down quickly. “I won’t end up in tears as long as you don’t leave me handcuffed to the bed when you fuck me tonight.”

I look around, making sure we’re still alone, and when I confirm we are, I slide my hand up one of her legs. “Does that mean I can’t use handcuffs on you anymore?”

She pulls my hand higher between her legs. “Gunner, you can use whatever the hell you want on me as long as I get to come this time. ”

I run my thumb over the crotch of her lace panties. “I promise, you will come every time, Montana.”

Spreading her legs wider, she pops the large straw out of her mouth. “I’m gonna hold you to that, you know.”

“I want you to.” I slide a finger inside her right when she puts the straw back in her mouth, squeezing her lips around it. I run my thumb over her clit for the first time while I pump my finger a little faster, causing her to squirm. This definitely doesn’t feel like proper first date etiquette, but no one ever taught me manners.

Her pussy gets slicker with each flick of my digit, giving me room to add a second one and slide both in deeper.

“Fuck, Montana, you are so goddamn wet.” Even though I emptied myself in her hours ago, I’m desperate for more. Twelve years. Twelve years, and my thirst is not anywhere close to being quenched.

“You’re going to ruin my dress, Gunner,” she breathes. I hear her suck a little more, finishing off our beverage, and I can’t get the image out of my head of her on her knees for me.

I slide my fingers out of her, sucking on them as if they’re covered in chocolate syrup. “Come here, baby.”

Montana crosses her legs, getting bashful. “What if someone comes in here? ”

I glance at my phone and check the time. “Montana, it’s noon on a Tuesday in the middle of bumfuck Utah. No one is coming in here.”

She gets up and walks around to me, and I pull her into my lap while she wraps her arms around my neck. You’re not supposed to get kissed on a date until the end of the night, but I’m already doing everything else backwards, so I might as well keep going.

I slide my hands under her dress, grabbing her hips while I press my forehead to hers. She brings her soft lips to mine, and I suck up her air, craving her taste on my tongue. I stroke my tongue along hers, wanting her to taste me too, and she whimpers into my mouth when I grind my hips under hers.

I don’t care that we’re in some dingy theater where anyone can see us. The Pope could pop in and I wouldn’t stop myself from doing what I’m about to do. I slide my hands out of her dress, moving them up her waist while I squeeze her breasts, and then I pull at the strings keeping the damn thing on her shoulders, letting her tits free.

She tries to cover herself, but I move her hands out the way. “I want to see you, Montana.”

She yelps when I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. “I need you right now, cowboy. ”

I nibble on her peak then pull back to lap at it over and over. “I know, baby. I’m gonna take care of you. I promise.”

I’m getting ready to suck on her other tit and slide my fingers back in her when she starts reaching for my belt. Now I’m the one who’s bashful. “Are you sure you want to do this right now?”

She fiddles with the buckle, trying to get it loose. “Yes. Do you have a condom?”

I watch her while she unbuttons my pants. “No. But I got a vasectomy years ago.”

Her hands stop. “Oh.”

I don’t know why, but something about that throws her off. I smile at her, taking her hands in mine. “Oh?”

She smiles back. “That’s great.” I know there are a million meanings behind her two words, but I won’t push her to explain right now. There’s something more important we need to discuss.

“You need a safe word with me, Montana.” Margaret never had one. We never did anything that crazy. But I’m about to drag Montana to places I’ve never been. Places I know she’s never been either.

She rubs her soaked little pussy on my bulge through my boxers. “I thought people only use safe words for kinky sex. ”

“Any sex we have will be kinky, Montana. Choose something to let me know you need a time out or want me to quit no matter what we’re doing. And it can’t be stop. It’ll only turn me on if you say that.”

Her eyes widen with shock, and she nibbles her lip. “How about milkshake? That was the first thing we ever shared together.”

I kiss her nose. “Milkshake. That’s good. I need you to remember that, Montana. Milkshake might just save your life one day.”

She runs her hands through my hair. “Alright.”

I pull down my boxers, flinging my dick free while she stares at it. “Go ahead and slide on. I’ll help you.”

She moves forward until she’s hovering directly over me, and I hold her hips, easing her down while she pushes me inside her.

“Oh,” she yelps, still getting used to the feel of a man.

“Atta girl. You can do it.”

She tries to push back up. “I can’t.”

I pull her back down while her mouth hangs open. “You can do it. Remember your safe word?”

She nods her head. “Milkshake.”

I hold my breath, feeling like I’m on the verge of busting in her any second. “Are you using it?”

She pauses and shakes her head. “No. ”

Gripping her ass, I drive into her at the same time I pull her down the rest of the way. “Good girl.”

Montana yells out into the theater, and I grip her shaking palms. “Shhh. Stay quiet for me, baby.”

She holds her breath while I move under her, watching her tits shake in my face.

“Gunner,” she cries softly. Her eyes are filled with tears, and I want to see them spilling down her dress.

“Does it hurt, little fox?”

She nods her head while she squeezes my fingers.

I pull my hands away and slap one of her tits. “Beg me to stop, Montana.”

She wipes her face, staring into my eyes. “Please, stop.”

I rub her clit, prompting her to close her eyes. “Beg harder, Montana.” I rub her tender nub in circles, still fucking her at a steady pace.

Her tears spill down her chest. “Please. Stop. You’re hurting me.”

I freeze, wondering if I’ve gone too far again when she grips my shirt. “I didn’t use my safe word, cowboy.”

When I look back into her teary eyes, she holds my gaze, and I grip her hips, holding her down on me while I jerk my hips up off my seat. “I’m not stopping no matter how hard you beg. ”

Getting into the moment, she pushes against my chest, trying to get off me. “I can’t take it anymore.”

My eyes roll back on their own while I dig my fingers into her soft skin. “You’re gonna take it whether you want to or not. Grind your fucking cunt on me until you come. Come for me, or I’m gonna hurt you.”

She starts to grind while she presses her face into my neck.

I’m so fucking close, but I’m gonna wait for her. Even if I pass out doing so.

“Gunner. I’m so close.”

I grip her neck, making her spit on my cheek. “Come, bitch. Put that cunt to work and fucking come.”

Montana’s body starts shaking while her eyes roll back, making her look possessed. I wrap an arm around her waist so she doesn’t fall off me and roll down the aisle and use my other hand to cover her mouth while she groans against it, twitching and vibrating aggressively.

I kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear. “I’m so proud of you.”

Her groans increase in volume, and she chokes my dick so hard that I spill in her without thinking, making a mess of both of our clothes. When she opens her eyes again, I hold her face in my hands, getting ready to ask if we’re alright, but when she presses her lips to mine and sticks her tongue in my mouth, I know we’re just fine.