25. Gunner

25

Gunner

I hold Montana close to my chest with her face pressed against it while she sleeps, singing to her softly. She fell asleep shortly after she told me her nightmare, and I’m not waiting for the damn thing to shake her up again tonight, so I’m singing before it even gets going, hoping to override it.

I thought I’d been dealt a shitty hand, but this girl has been through it. My little fox isn’t even thirty, and she’s had enough suffering for a lifetime. I can’t bring her any more suffering. I can’t cause her to feel any more pain. After I saved my little bunny, I never got to see it live a happy life. But I can see Montana live one.

I’ve never felt homesick before, but lying here in Colt’s room, I wish I was back home with my horses sleeping with Montana in my bed. I hate feeling like I have to hide and hope we can get out of here soon. I’ve done enough running in my life, and I’m tired of living in fear .

Montana stirs beside me, but I keep her close, squeezing her hair through her little satin hat while I keep singing. I’ll sing to her all night long if it’ll keep that horrible day out of her head. I didn’t realize how horrible it was until she told me about it tonight.

The man not only killed his child’s friend but committed mass murder. And for what? To prove a point? I think Montana was already aware that the man’s insane.

And now he’s coming for her. For us. But he can’t have her. Montana is mine, and I won’t be letting her go.

I don’t know when I drifted off, but I must’ve got some sleep as the light from the windows is shining through, nearly blinding me.

I tense up when I see my arms are empty, but when I roll over, Montana’s there, sleeping on her stomach with her face turned to the side. Her sleep hat has somehow vanished again, so I take the opportunity to sniff her hair that smells like strawberries and cream. After I washed her hair last night, I stole some leave-in conditioner and hair oil from Colt’s shit to coat her strands with, and the scent is amazing on her .

My girl is always beautiful, but I’ll never get over how angelic she looks asleep. Her brown cheeks are molten hot, and I just want to wrap myself around her and steal all of her heat. But when I see one of her nipples peeking out from under the blanket, I realize there’s something I want more.

I shouldn’t do this. It’s weird, and I feel like a creep for even wanting to. But she told me it was alright. And I may not even want to do this ever again, I’ll just start and see where it goes.

Taking another glance at the bedroom door, I make sure it’s locked, and when I see it is, I slide closer to Montana, moving her hair off her shoulders so I can kiss her slender neck. I wait a second for her to stir, and when she doesn’t, I peel the blanket off her slowly. Her body shivers from the cold air, so I climb over her and kiss down her spine, hoping that my body heat will keep her comfortable.

When I get to her ass, I freeze, just so I can admire it. I want to fuck every inch of her body and mold her to fit me.

I know she’s asleep, but I still want her to feel cared for, so I slide my hands down her back slowly until I get to her butt cheeks. Pulling them apart, I lower my face to drag my tongue over her clit and lick her from front to back .

Montana tastes like she was made for me. My own custom flavor of perfect innocence. Her cunt gets wetter with each lap of my tongue. I press the flat of it against her while I drag it back, wanting to taste as much of her as possible. When I look up toward her face, her eyes are still closed, but her pretty mouth hangs open while she starts to drool on her pillow.

My dick aches with my core pressed against the mattress, and I want to drive into her mouth and pussy at the same time.

Digging my fingers in her soft skin, I hold her ass open while I run my tongue all over her hole, needing to know every part of her. I stick my tongue in a bit, and when I feel myself leaking, I know I need to pull back before I lose it.

I could stop here, but my need is too strong. Placing my hands on her small hips, I lift her body just a little to get her on her knees, and I slide my cock back and forth against her pussy slowly, getting her cream on me. She feels so fucking good that I could come just like this.

I’m desperate to sink in and fuck her hard and fast, but I want to be gentle and patient with her too. Fighting my animalistic urges, I run my thumbs over her soft pussy lips, pulling them apart gently while I ease myself into her sore, tight channel .

My body heat increases, and I grit my teeth, teetering on the edge of control. When my little fawn lets out a small whimper, I know she can feel me whether she’s awake yet or not. Sliding a hand around her front, I rub slow circles on her clit, needing to make sure she feels as good as I do. I slide my hips back and forth patiently while I move in, feeling her body give way, allowing me to go a little deeper with each pump.

I freeze when I’m all the way in her, taking a second to breathe. I feel her pussy get a little slicker while I sit there, and then I start to fuck her, slow and deep while my body starts to wake up fully from my own slumber. “Oh, sweet baby.” I close my eyes while I keep my pace slow and steady, wanting to savor every second of this. Her body stays limp below me, and when her knees start to slide, I lay her legs flat against the mattress so she’s on her stomach again while I hold my hands on either side of her head, fucking her in upward-facing dog.

Something about this angle stirs something within her because she starts to moan, digging her nails into her pillow. “Gunner.”

The way she says my name all soft and breathy makes me pump in and out a little faster. “I’m right here, baby girl.”

Montana whimpers, spreading her legs wider while she clutches her pillow. “You better fuck me until you come, cowboy.”

“Fuck, Montana.” I keep my pace consistent, ramming as hard as I can into her while her moans get louder. She starts moving her hips synchronously with mine, rubbing her needy clit against the mattress.

I sink a hand in her hair, pulling her head back. “I need you to come with me, little fox. I want to feel your pussy fluttering while I pump you full of cum.”

Her back arches, and she pants rhythmically. “I’m almost there. I’m right there.”

I let go of her hair and slide my thumb between her cheeks, rubbing circles on her spit covered hole. She starts to shake, and I know it’s time.

“Fuck, Gunner. I’m—”

I spill into her right when she starts screaming, and her tremors below me and around me let me know she’s got exactly what she needs. Her body starts to slump again, and I hit her hips a few more times until I have nothing left. When I pull out, I roll on my back, and my little fox climbs on top of me. When she swipes her fingers in her pussy and sucks my cum off, I know our morning of fun is just getting started .

I watch her spit-covered digits come out of her mouth, and I feel overcome with admiration for the girl hovering over me. Reaching a hand up, I squeeze one of her dangling tits. “Do that again, baby.”

She grins, sliding two of her fingers back between her legs that have my cum spilling out of them. “You’re such a naughty boy, Gunner.” Her fingers sink in her pussy while she blows out a breath, and after she swirls them around, she takes them out, giving her digits another lick, flicking her tongue back and forth over them.

“You’re beautiful, Montana Elizabeth. Just perfect.”

My girl beams at my praise, grinding her pussy on my balls. “I can’t get enough of you, cowboy.”

I grab her hips, getting ready to pull her back on me when she presses her hands against my chest. “I just want you to sit here and watch me.”

I keep my grip on her, wanting to take over, but forcing myself not to. My beast wants to impale her while I tie her down to the bed and make her scream her safe word, but I also like the idea of her putting on a show just for me, using me to make her body feel good. Releasing her, I prop up the pillows and lean back, letting her do whatever she wants.

Her hands travel to her tits, rolling her nipples between her fingers. “It feels so good when you fill me up.”

I rock my hips under hers softly, trying to get a little friction. “I can’t wait to fill up every one of your holes, Montana.”

Her eyes widen and she presses herself against my balls, coating them with our cum. “Talk dirty to me, Gunner. Tell me every nasty thing you want to do to me.” She puts her hands on my chest, shaking her tits in my face while she grinds on me.

I flick her nipples while I whisper to her, not wanting anyone else in the house to hear us. “Oh, Montana. I want to tie your arms behind your back while I press you up against the wall, taking what’s mine. I want to shove your panties in your mouth and tie your lips closed with my belt, and I want you clawing at my chest while I screw you in my barn.”

“Oh, Gunner,” she groans, rubbing her pussy back and forth faster.

“I want to press your face and tits against my shower wall and punish you for being so damn sexy. I want to fuck your tight little ass while I bend you over my kitchen counter, and then I want to fuck your face until I come all over it.”

She starts to slow down, holding her breath, and I know she’s about to explode.

“That’s it, little fox. Cream on my balls like the dirty little bitch you are. ”

She opens her mouth to scream, and I hold my hand over it while she bites my palm, squirming and spilling her juice all over my sac. The pressure of her on me makes me come all over my chest, and when she falls down on me, I make a mental note to send Colt something nice for Christmas for ruining two sets of sheets.

After getting our laundry out the drier, Montana and I put on gray T-shirts and denim, and we stand in Skye’s stall, washing her together. Skye warmed up immediately to Montana the same way that my girls at home did, and it does nothing but confirm that I was wrong about Montana.

She’s not evil or up to any trouble. She’s good and pure, and I’m lucky to have met her. I rinse Sky off while Montana brushes her mane, getting ready to braid it. Her hazel eyes meet mine, and she wets her mauve lips. “So, where do you want to go once we get back?”

I honestly haven’t thought about it. I’ve talked so much about leaving my old ranch, but the thought of doing so felt like something that would remain in my imagination forever. The fact that I’m able to do so now is almost unnerving. It’s been the home I’ve lived in the longest, and I put down my roots there.

Completely clueless, I turn the question back to her. “Where do you want us to go?”

She smiles, and I know it’s because I mentioned us as a unit. I know part of her is still a little wary that she doesn’t have all of me, and I plan on proving to her that she does.

She sets the brush down, giving Skye a gentle massage. “I don’t know. My apartment is in Seattle. I don’t really want to stay there. But maybe Snoqualmie would be nice. I didn’t go when I was there though, so I’m not really sure what it’s like.”

Washington. I don’t know why, but it makes me happy that she wants to stay in the West. I never liked the Eastern States. Too fucking crowded. And it’s prettier over here. I grab some fly spray and start spritzing Skye. “Well, I’ve been to both Seattle and Snoqualmie, and I think you’d love it there. We’d love it there.”

She smiles again, and then she frowns. “I might need to go to my apartment soon. To get all my things and close out my lease. I haven’t been back there since . . . since everything happened, you know.”

I go over to her and wrap my arms around her waist. “I’ll go with you. You don’t have to face anything alone ever again, Montana. Facing things alone is hard. Let’s face things together.”

She sniffles and looks at Skye. “I’m scared, Gunner.”

“What about?”

Her body starts to tremble against mine. “I’m scared that this is all too good to be true. That one day, I’m gonna look up, and you won’t be there. And I’ll be on my own again, trying to run from the hell that’s chasing me.”

I wrap my arms around her, squeezing hard to soothe myself more than her. I can feel the weight of Montana’s demons trying to mate with mine, but I won’t let them drag us down. “Montana Elizabeth, hell may be after you, but it’s not as fast as me. Wherever you go, I will follow. Whether I’m right behind you or beside you, I’ll never leave you on your own.”