28. Montana

28

Montana

I walk behind Gunner while we head up the steps to my father’s house.

It’s weird calling it my father’s house when it’s the house that I grew up in. My bedroom is still here, probably made up the way it was the day that I ran off six months ago to Washington. I’m both repulsed and eager to see my old space. The space where I’d board myself away for hours reading or wondering what it would be like to be anywhere else. Coming back here is bittersweet. Sweet because of the brief joy I had when I was a child, and bitter from all the years that followed.

I wanted Gunner to bring his rifle, but it’s in the Camero. He just has two guns on his hips, worried that his big piece will bring unwanted attention if anyone’s watching us come up from the security cameras inside .

Growing up, my dad had guards, but I don’t see any of them present. I also don’t see any of my father’s cars in the driveway. It’s like we’re here all alone.

Gunner calls out to me over his shoulder while he keeps a hand close to the gun on his right side. “I need you to stay close to me, Montana. Let me know if you see anything out of the ordinary, but stay with me.”

I keep my hand on his lower back, and he pulls my fingers in his, dragging me to the front door beside him. When we get to the doorbell, he rings it, trying to appear as a normal houseguest. As I expect, no one answers, and I put my thumbprint up to the keypad. “He’s not home. But this will alert him that I’m coming inside. So we need to be in and out of here quick.” Gunner nods his head, following me in the house.

I knew my father wouldn’t be here. He’d just be a sitting duck if he was. But with us alone, maybe we can get an idea on where he might be. My father doesn’t like to travel too far from home, and he only has a few houses he frequents.

Gunner checks the foyer, keeping his eyes peeled while he whips his head around. “It took fifteen minutes to drive down the road here going sixty miles per hour.”

I head for the stairs by the doorway. “We should try and be out of here by then. ”

Gunner grabs me by the back of my shirt dress, yanking me down two steps. “You stay behind me, Montana. The entire time. I’m serious.”

I hang onto his hand while he leads me upstairs, and once we confirm the hall is clear, I point him to my bedroom.

We shouldn’t waste time in my old room. We should be going through Mason’s office or bedroom for information. But I know it’s a waste of time to check anything there as my father has never been obvious about his plans. No, he likes hidden clues. He likes to make people work for information. Mason Barnes thinks he’s the smartest man on the planet, and he loves to see if anyone else can come close to his level of intelligence by tests and challenges he puts in place.

I can feel Gunner’s silent question, wondering why I want to revisit my old space, but he lets me anyway, standing by my bedroom door while I look around. I thought I’d cry if I ever came back here, but there are no tears. It’s almost like I have no feelings about this room at all.

Gunner keeps an eye on me while I wander through my bedroom closet. There’s so much shit in here I’ve never worn. So much stuff bought by my father. I grimace and turn to find my things, snapping up my favorite pairs of jeans, running sneakers, and T-shirts. After I’ve got my belongings shoved in a bag with some of my lingerie I left behind and a nice dress or two, I go back into my room and take a seat on my bed, looking out the window.

I almost laugh at how well kept the property is. My father cares more about his land than any human life. If I could ask my mother anything, I’d ask her why. Why him? How did a bastard like him sweep her off her feet?

Maybe he didn’t sweep her off her feet. Maybe he used his money and resources to blind her. To manipulate her and coerce her. Maybe she never had a choice.

Gunner takes a step closer to me, glancing around the room. “We should probably get out of here, baby.”

I stand up, knowing he’s right, but feeling like there’s something here. Something I’m missing.

It’s when I turn my head and look toward my dresser across the room that I see it. A red poker chip. The same ones they use at my father’s casino in Las Vegas.

I take a step toward it when something grabs my ankle, causing me to trip and slam into the floor. I don’t know who the man is or what he looks like. All I know is that I feel him dragging me, but he’s stopped when Gunner shoots him, not killing him but wounding him.

He releases me from his grasp when I see him bleeding from his shoulder. He opens his mouth to speak, and Gunner points his weapon at the man’s mouth, firing while I cover my ears to stifle the noise in my small room.

After the second shot, my body’s shaking, and my ears are ringing. Out of all the gunshots I’ve heard recently, this is the first time my ears are ringing after. I stand up feeling dizzy when Gunner scoops me up. I hear his voice, asking me if I’m alright while my eyelids get heavy, closing on their own.

I wake up in the Camero feeling groggy while Gunner drives down the road.

“What happened?” My head aches, and my body is sore.

He gives my hand a squeeze and gets into the slow lane on the highway. “That man stabbed you with a needle when he grabbed you. Gave you a mild sedative. Your bag’s in the back. I got our luggage from Dallas’. We’re on our way to Nevada.”

I blink my eyes a few times and glance out the window. “Nevada?”

He flips the red poker chip in his fingers and hands it to me. “Yeah. It’s clear that’s where Mason is. Or at least that’s where he wants us to go next. There’s been no sighting of him near home, so this is our next best bet.”

I lean my seat forward slowly, trying to wake up. “How much longer until we get there?”

“Six hours or so.”

I glance at the clock, seeing it’s after six p.m. now. “We’re staying on the road until midnight?”

He smiles. “No. We’re stopping at Colt’s for the night. And he just left this morning for business. We’ll have the place to ourselves.”

Part of me is sad we won’t see Colt when we get back to his house when our dinner ended so horribly, but the other part of me is happy, knowing Gunner and I will have some alone time without worrying about my father breaking in or another tragedy occurring. I grab his arm, wondering who’s going to take care of everything while we’re gone. “What about Violet?”

Gunner’s smile widens. “Dallas’ll take care of her until we get back. And we’re leaving Vegas as soon as we find Mason. I’m thinking we’ll drive straight home from there tomorrow night.”

I look at the time, realizing I haven’t had a phone in weeks. “What day is it?”

Gunner laughs, slowing down when he gets off the highway. “It’s Wednesday, baby. ”

I lean against his shoulder while he drives down a back road. “Have I really only known you for five days?”

He kisses the top of my head. “Yeah. It’s only been five days. Feels like years, hasn’t it?”

I smile to myself, looking forward to the years to come with the man next to me. “It really has.”

I sit on Colt’s couch in his den while Gunner puts our bags upstairs. Since we’re stuck here for the night, we’re ordering takeout and watching a movie. I glance at the Chinese menu he gave me, trying to figure out what I’m in the mood for. When I hear his footsteps come down the stairs, I set it down and take him in.

He’s shirtless, showing off his chest hair that trails down his abdomen and under his dark blue jeans. His dark brown hair hangs down around his shoulders, and his blue eyes look like they’re glowing.

He comes over and sits down next to me. “Have you decided what you want to eat?”

“I have an appetite for something else right now.”

Gunner slides a hand up my thigh. “Are you asking me to fuck you, little fox? Does your pussy need tending to? ”

I spread my legs wider, trying to get him to slide his hand deeper. “Yes. Please.”

He drags his thumb over the crotch of my lace panties. “Hmm. I don’t know, Montana. What are you going to do to earn it?”

I look up at him innocently while I guide his hand to cup me. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

His thumb rubs circles on my clit while his middle finger strokes my ass crack. “You’ll do anything?”

When I look back into the oceanic eyes before me, I’m both excited and terrified. Gunner’s already shown me that he likes to take things to the extreme. And while I enjoy that side of him, I also don’t know what’s coming each time. Still, I trust him, and I know whatever he wants to do, he’ll strive to make it good for both of us.

Rocking my hips softly against his hand, I pull my shirt dress over my head and toss it to the side. “Absolutely anything.”

Gunner removes his hand from my body, leaving me cold and needy while he stands up and takes off his belt. I tense up immediately, and he looks at me fearfully. “I’ll never hit you with this, Montana. I swear.”

As much as I love being spanked by Gunner, he knows that his belt terrifies me. It terrifies me because my father spanked me with his for my entire life. At twenty-eight years old, I still received spankings from my father.

My fear tries to consume me as I remember why we’re back at Colt’s in the first place. We’re here because we’re headed to see my father in the morning. The only person I’ve ever wanted to die.

Gunner brushes my hair off my shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “Would you be open to me showing you some other ways to have fun with a belt?”

I take a moment to genuinely consider his suggestion. My main fear with belts really only has to do with them colliding with my ass. My worries start to melt away slowly while I look at the nubuck accessory bundled in his left hand. “That would be okay.”

Gunner shows me his bright smile, stepping behind me to unclip my bralette. “I’m very proud of you, little fox. I’ll take care of you. Don’t be scared, baby.”

His hands guide me out of the material gently, and I melt into his tender touch. He passes me his belt, wrapping my hands around it. “Hold this for me for a moment.” My heart races with it in my hands, feeling the weight of it. He gives me a reassuring nod. “Touch it. Feel it. It’s not gonna bite you. Not like I’m gonna.”

I smile and start inspecting it while he unbuttons his pants in front of me slowly. I’ll never get tired of watching him undress. His body is so big and strong and makes me feel safe from the world.

The belt is soft and flexible with nubuck on one side and Nappa on the inside, and I slide it through my hands slowly while Gunner pulls his jeans down around his hips, followed by his black underwear.

“Keep getting used to it, Montana,” he breathes, stroking himself slowly. His eyes fall to my exposed nipples, and he wraps my black lace bralette around his shaft, squeezing it around himself as he moves his hand up and down.

I shift on the couch and get embarrassed when I see the wet spot below me, but Gunner snaps his fingers at me and shakes his head. “Don’t fret about that. He can buy a new one.” My embarrassment only increases, realizing that Colt’s gonna see the mess we made.

Gunner starts to moan a little while he strokes himself faster, and then precum spills from his slit onto my sheer bra. He pulls it away, tucking it into his back pocket, and then he comes back up to me, gently pulling the belt from my hands while he tosses a pillow on the floor. “On your knees, sweet girl.”

I kneel before him confidently. He walks around me again with the belt in hand, and then he wraps it around my wrists, tying them tightly behind my back, wrapping the slack around my hands several times.

When he steps back in front of me, he kisses the top of my head. “Just like the handcuffs. A little tighter, but it’s basically the same thing.”

I nod my head, and he tilts my chin up. “You okay?”

His calloused fingers stroke my jaw, and then gently slide down the sides of my neck. I soften as each second goes by, feeling my body open up to more. “Yes.”

He sighs happily and grabs the back of my neck. “Open your mouth for me.”

I open willingly, sticking my tongue out while he slides his dripping dick into my mouth slowly. As soon as I feel his tip, I swirl my tongue around it, and he tightens his grip on my neck. “Careful there, little fox. If you get too fancy, I’m gonna be rough with you. I want to take it slow with you tonight. Let me lead. Let me use your throat and fuck it how I want, and you stay still on your knees like the pretty doll you are.”

The first time Gunner used me like a doll, I felt broken after. Hopefully this time will be better. I lay my tongue back down, allowing him to glide over it while he gets comfortable in my mouth.

His fat cock makes my lips stretch and my jaw widen, and his legs start to shake the deeper he goes back. “Good Lord, Montana. You’re an angel, baby. My pretty, dirty little angel.”

My back arches naturally when he starts to pump his hips against my face. I take in his taste and smell, sweaty and earthy, and I get wetter because of it. My drool starts to slip out of my mouth each time he pulls his hips back, and when he pushes them forward again, it spills down my chest and onto the floor.

“Oh, Montana. Oh, baby.” He sinks both of his hands into my hair, holding my head down while he fucks my face. “You’re so sexy. So fucking beautiful.”

I moan around him happily, lacing my fingers together while the belt keeps my hands close.

It feels so good being used by him. The way he’s using me right now makes me feel so special and treasured. I’m all his. I’m his to use. I’m the one who gets to know his body like this, his taste, his touch, his smell, and make him feel good.

One of his hands grips my neck while the other grabs one of my tits. I’m so lost in the moment when I’m completely shocked at what he says next. “Fuck, I love you, Montana.”

Did he just say he loves me? Gunner loves me. He loves me? His cock is still in my mouth. He said he loves me with his cock in my mouth. I look up at him, and his eyes are wide and fearful as if he shocked himself.

That definitely wasn’t planned. I start to feel awkward, wanting to pull away. It’s not that I don’t want Gunner to love me. I just feel bad if he said it in the heat of the moment because he’s feeling good. And I thought if he ever said those words to me it wouldn’t be in a situation like this.

He pulls out of my mouth slowly, still hard and red. “I’m so sorry, Montana.”

My heart starts to hurt. “It’s okay, Gunner. Really. I know it just slipped out.”

“It did,” he replies quickly.

The pain in me increases. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it. I’m alright.” I’m so far from alright right now.

He smiles bashfully and bites his lip. “I did mean it. I do mean it. I just wasn’t planning on telling you like this.”

I stay still, stunned, and his smile drops. “It’s okay if you don’t feel that way. I’ve really fucked things, haven’t I?”

I smile this time. “I’m glad you meant it. I’m glad you mean it because I love you too, Gunner.”

His eyes water, and he cups my cheeks. “I love you, Montana. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you by a waterfall or some shit like that. ”

I burst into laughter making him laugh, and I flick my tongue over his thumb. “Well, are you gonna keep teasing me with that thing or put it back in my mouth?”

He runs the thumb I just licked over my lips and pulls my mouth open, sliding back down my throat slowly.

I stare into his eyes while he drives into me, silently with his mouth hanging open. His words of praise and loving affirmations are replaced by his grunts and low growling.

My thighs are drenched from my wetness, and I want nothing more than to please the man inside my body right now. I stay as still as I can, giving him exactly what he requested.

I whimper around him while he tickles the back of my throat, but when he flicks my uvula, I start to gag.

Gunner’s eyes get darker and he uses my tits as handles while he pummels my face. “Fuck, baby. Oh, Jesus Christ.” Two seconds later, he’s spilling down into my stomach, and I squeeze my lips around his cock, not wanting to miss a single drop of him.

When he pulls out, he wipes his dick over my lips, and I stick out my tongue to clean him up.

Once he’s caught his breath, he pulls his pants back up and unties me, standing me up. “Now it’s my turn to take care of you, little fox. ”

I take his open hand while we leave everything a mess and head back upstairs.