24. Montana

24

Montana

G unner gets a bath going in Colt’s bathroom while I take off my soiled dress. We’re going out to dinner soon, but we both need to get cleaned up first.

My body hurts worse than it did when I woke up this morning, but I don’t care. The orgasm Gunner gave me in the theater was one hundred percent worth it.

Apparently it was so good that I passed out immediately after, and he held me close until the movie was over. We snuck out the back so no one would see our dirty clothes, and I held my head out the car window again for the entire drive back.

This morning I was so ready to get as far away from here as possible, but now I never want to leave. Utah’s beautiful and Colt’s house is a dream, and I feel like I have everything I need.

I limp back to the bathroom, and when Gunner sees me, he helps ease me into the large soaking tub first. After he slides in behind me, he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my hair. “I need you to know right now, Montana, that if you want to keep seeing me, I’m an unrestrained kinky fucker who’s had nothing but vanilla sex before you, and I’m ready to let my demon out.”

Had Gunner said this to me on day one, I would’ve never got out that stream and taken my chances on my own, but he showed me today that I have a kinky side that was hidden deep within me.

I lean into his chest, breathing in the scent from the lavender bubble bath he brought from home. “If that’s supposed to scare me away, it doesn’t.”

He sinks his fingers in my hair, massaging my head. “Good.”

I start to drift off, but I snap myself awake. “It’s so easy to fall asleep around you.”

He slides his hands in and out slowly. “Good. You’re so damn cute when you’re asleep.”

I feel myself smile at this sappy side of him. I want to soak it up before it disappears again. “Oh, really?”

“Yes, really. When your eyes are closed and you’re breathing heavy, I just want to—” He cuts himself off and moves his hands to my shoulders.

“You just want to what? ”

He pauses. “I just want to spread your legs and slide into you.”

I feel his heartbeat quicken behind me. “While I’m asleep?” I’ve heard of stuff like this before, but I’ve never met anyone who’s done it or wanted to.

He starts lathering some shampoo in my hair. “Yeah. But I wouldn’t do that to you. Don’t worry.”

“You can if you want,” I whisper. Something inside me wants to satisfy every single one of my cowboy’s urges. I never thought I’d want someone to fuck me while I sleep, but imagining him doing it turns me on. Who knows? Maybe I’ll come right as I’m waking up. It sounds fun.

He rubs my head softly while his dick presses against me. His massive dick of destruction. That thing is a weapon. “I don’t know, Montana. That’s not something you can really agree to.”

I arch my back while he scrubs my scalp, getting this morning’s dirt out of it. “Yes, I can. I can agree to it beforehand like I am now. You have my consent. And if I ever change my mind, I’ll let you know.”

He groans behind me while he scoops his hands together, rinsing and wringing my hair out. “Are you serious? I would never forgive myself if I did this with you and you didn’t mean it. ”

“I do mean it. I don’t care whether I’m dozing off or knocked out. You can have me.”

He starts adding conditioner to my hair. “Montana, you are crazy, girl.”

I playfully elbow him in the ribs. “Says the guy who kidnapped me.”

He reaches forward and pinches my nipples. “You don’t need to keep reminding me.”

I laugh in his arms while he tickles me, feeling like there may be brighter days ahead for the first time in my life.

I sit on Colt’s bed naked while Gunner stands in front of me in just his towel. The look in his eyes tells me we’re not going out for dinner. Or if we do, it won’t be for while.

He comes up to me, rubbing my cheek with his calloused thumb. “I need to taste you, little fox.” His hand slides lower, twisting one of my nipples back and forth softly.

I lick my lips, tilting my head back to give him my full attention. “Then get down here and put your face between my legs. ”

He climbs onto the circular bed, laying his head on one of the pillows. “Get on over here and sit your ass on my chin.”

Sore and needy, I crawl over to him with my damp hair on my neck and and lift my right leg to slide over his mouth. His hands grip my ass, holding me down, and when his tongue flicks over my clit, I scream out his name, praying our host can’t hear us.

Gunner sucks my pussy, putting his entire mouth over it while he rubs his lips back and forth over me. I sink my hands in his long hair, pulling it for support. I roll my hips in circles on his mouth, using him to make the ache between my legs feel better.

His pretty eyes look up into mine, and I cup his face, running my thumbs over his pink lips. “That feels so good. You’re such a good boy.”

His nostrils flare, and he shoves his tongue deeper, healing me where he hurt me last night. I shake and tremble while his hands slide up and down my body slowly. His fingertips run up my chest, and he kneads my breasts, forcing me to mewl.

My knees get weak when he pulls my clit into his mouth.

“Fuck. Just like that, Gunner. Good fucking boy.”

He keeps a hand on my right breast, squeezing it forcefully while his left hand spanks my ass hard and fast .

I want to taste him. I need to. I whip my legs around him, facing the opposite way while I stay on his face, and I pull back his towel, taking the head of his dick into my mouth.

“Montana Elizabeth,” he moans against my pussy lips. I smile at his use of my first and middle names, but I start to whimper around his dick when he shoves his tongue back inside me and spanks my ass with both hands.

I love the way he feels on my tongue. His cock is so long and girthy that I can’t take him all the way at this angle, but I probably could if I was on my knees.

Each flick of my tongue makes him move his mouth faster, and when I suck on the head, he bucks his hips underneath my face, getting me to take him deeper.

His legs start to tremble, and I’m filled with pride knowing that I’m getting him closer. Lifting my head, I pull him out of my mouth just so I can wrap a hand around the base of him while I give his dick long and slow strokes. “I want you to come in my mouth, Gunner. I want to taste you on my tongue and swallow you.”

He massages my ass while he moves his tongue from front to back. “I need you to come for me first, baby. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

I press my hips against his face, rubbing my clit on his stubble. “Yes. I’m nearly there. Keep sucking me. ”

He draws my clit back into his mouth, sucking me deep while I moan around his dick, feeling my orgasm pulsate through me from my head to my toes.

I pull him out of my mouth again, just to give him my command. “Come for me, cowboy.”

He slides his hands up and down my sides. “Put your mouth back on me and swallow every drop.”

I open my mouth wide and slide onto him quickly, pulling my lips together while I try to go deeper than before. His hot, salty seed spills on my tongue, and I press my tongue against him, keeping it all inside my mouth while I drink it down.

“Montana,” he grunts, fucking my throat. “God, you’re incredible, Montana. So fucking perfect, baby.”

I slide off him, rolling onto my back, nearly falling off of the edge of the bed. Before I can, Gunner grabs my ankle, dragging me back to safety.

I give him a flirty smile and sit up, leaning over him. “Thanks for saving me.”

He picks up my hand, pressing a kiss to the back of my palm. “I’m always gonna save you, little fox.”

Instead of going to the fancy restaurant in town like Colt suggested, Gunner took me to a burger place I wanted to go to instead, and I’m glad he considers what I want. Well, he didn’t before, but he’s making an active effort to do so now.

With my dress from earlier in the wash, I wear one of his large T-shirts like a dress paired with my black leather boots. He told me he has one more surprise before we head in for the night, and I can’t wait to see what it is.

We’re still in the Camero, and I hate that we have to head home without it. Gunner drives slow with the windows down with his hand on my thigh, and in this moment, I don’t want to be anywhere else. The man next to me has breathed life back into my hopeless body, and I pray the fire he’s given me never stops burning.

The road we’re on disappears, and we pull onto gravel. Gunner parks, and then his warm hand leaves my body so he can come to my side of the car and help me out. I look around me and see that we’re in a field of flowers. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

He takes my hand in his, pulling me by his side into the field. “You should’ve woken up to a bouquet of flowers from me this morning. At the very least, I should’ve bought you some before our date this afternoon. But since I didn’t, I’m getting you flowers now, and I’m going to give you a flower for every single thing I love about you, and when I’m done, you’ll take your bouquet home.”

He loves things about me?

Gunner bends down, picking up a single white daisy. “This one is for your sweet laugh that I plan to earn every day.”

I take the daisy from his hands, getting emotional all of a sudden.

He hands me a purple pansy, brushing his thumb over my wrist when he lets the bloom go. “This one is for your bright smile that I’m not worthy of seeing.”

I add the flower to my stack while he leads me through the nature further.

“This one is for your left eye that looks like a cross-section of a Reese’s Cup.” I take the yellow pansy, feeling a tear stream down my face.

He bends down, still holding my free hand. “Now this one is for your right eye that reflects the brightest green halo around your iris when the sun hits it just right.” I add my fourth flower to my bundle, wondering if he’s ran out of things, but he surprises me when he goes on.

“This one is for the way your hair smells when you get out the shower.” He grins. “I love that fucking smell.”

I laugh through my tears, taking on flower five.

He creates his own rows, winding and weaving me through them while I receive blooms for the sounds I make when I sleep, the way my nose wiggles when I first wake up in the morning, one for how soft my hands are, another for how warm my body is, an assortment for my assets, and a large sunflower for the sound I make when I’m coming.

By the time he’s through, I’ve cried like a baby, and my hand is full, just like my heart.

When the sun starts to disappear, Gunner takes me back to the car, pressing me against it while he cups my face. “I may be a miserable bastard, but I’ll do whatever I can to make you happy, Montana Elizabeth.”

He strokes my cheeks softly, and my skin tingles pleasantly. Standing on my toes, I press a kiss to Gunner’s lips, accepting his offer.

When we get back to the house, Colt’s out, giving us the place to ourselves. Gunner feeds me ice cream, and once we’re done with dessert, we head upstairs and get naked, cuddling in the big bed we’re borrowing.

I feel so safe being held by Gunner that I find myself wanting to open up more. With my back to his chest, I lace my fingers through his. “When you sang me to sleep, I was having a nightmare.”

He presses a kiss to my neck, pulling me closer. “I know. I’ve sang to you a few times. It scares the hell out of me when you start screaming. I just want to make the pain go away.”

I close my eyes, not knowing how to process his words. No one’s ever offered to take my pain away. And I’m not sure if he can or not, but the fact that he wants to makes me feel at ease. I kiss his palm and run my finger over his silver ring. “Thank you for comforting me. It’s a pretty bad nightmare, so I need all the soothing I can get.”

His voice lowers while he brushes his nose against my hair. “Tell me about it. Tell me what happens in it. If you want to. Maybe it’ll help it go away.”

I get a chill just thinking about it. The dream. That day. Maybe he’s right. Perhaps if I talk it out, I can get it out of my system, and the memory won’t torment me for the rest of my days. I keep my eyes open while I walk him through it, scared that I’ll slip into slumber if I close my eyes. “The dream is about the day my father found me. The day that he locked me in that shed.

“It’s so awful, because it’s the exact moment I lived in real life, playing again over and over each night. Well, I think it didn’t happen one night. But still. And—and it makes me feel like he’s got me again. Like I never got away, and he’ll have me forever.”

He rubs my arms when my voice shakes, giving me the comfort to resume my horrible tale.

“It was a Friday night, and I was visiting Colorado for my friend Charlotte’s thirtieth birthday. My apartment, where all my shit is now, is in Washington, and I’d just landed in Denver right before I went to her house, bringing nothing with me because I was coming back home first thing in the morning.

“I was the first to arrive at her party, and I styled her hair, and we made plans together. Shortly after, everyone else arrived, and things happened so fast. My father knocked on the door right in the middle of things, and Charlotte . . . Charlotte answered the door.”

I wipe my wet eyes and take a breath. “And as soon as that bastard stepped in the room, he shot her in the head. He killed my best friend, Gunner. And he killed every single other person at that party, blasting them right in front of me, and when I was the last one standing, he approached me.

“I was so scared. More scared of him than I’d ever been in my life. I knew he’d killed people, even seen him do it before, but nothing like that.” My voice cracks. “I had my own piss running down my leg, and he told me I was his. That I belong to him, and that I’ll never leave him again.”