31. Gunner

31

Gunner

I t’s nearly four a.m., and I’ve been driving nonstop back home. We won’t get back until this evening, but I’m not stopping for rest. Montana’s passed out in the passenger’s seat next to me, and I want her to get as much sleep as she can. It’s been one week since I found her, and the girl’s been running on adrenaline ever since.

I hate to say it, but it feels like I have to let Mason Barnes go. What else can I do? We traveled across several states for him, got in a shootout, and finished the night empty-handed. He played us. Made us look like idiots so he could plan his escape. The man has more resources than most, and if he wants to disappear, he can.

What upsets me most is not that the bastard is hiding away in some corner but that my girl is not getting justice. My girls are not getting justice. I need justice for the way he murdered my horses. And Montana needs justice for the suffering he put her through for her entire life .

She was so upset when she balled up that note. She’d been fearing seeing him all day long, and when she found out she wasn’t going to, it broke her. I wanted to hold her until she fell asleep. It’s one of my favorite things to do. But I don’t want to waste any more time out here in places I don’t know. I want Montana home in our bed while we try to piece our lives back together.

As soon as we get back and have a night of sleep, I want us on a plane to Seattle. Before we do anything else, I want to get whatever Montana wants from her apartment so she can close that chapter of her life. We’ll come back the next day, and then we’ll find a home we want to live in in Snoqualmie and plan our move.

If Mason is moving forward like we don’t exist, we’ll do the same with him. I’ve finally opened myself back up to happiness after years of getting in my own way, and I’m not going to let anyone else take away what’s important to me.

By the time I pull into my driveway, I’m exhausted. It’s after seven p.m., and as soon as I get Montana upstairs, we’re showering and getting in bed .

Dallas offered us to stay with him longer, but I feel more at home in my own space. He repaired the glass in my door while we were away and installed security cameras, so I feel comfortable being here until we say goodbye to this place.

Montana’s essentials are upstairs in my room, so I leave our bags in the car and carry her upstairs. Dallas fed Violet dinner and watched her while we were away, so she’ll be set for the night. Montana’s braids are ruffled, and her eyes are red. “Where are we?”

I squeeze her body and hold her close to me while I unlock the front door. “We’re home, baby.”

She wraps her arms around my neck, starting to wake up. “Mason. Where is Mason?”

“He’s gone. He’s not coming back.” I lock the door behind me and make sure all of the windows are shut, and then I carry Montana upstairs and set her down on the bed gently. “Get undressed so we can wash up for bed.”

Montana takes off her clothes slowly, and I follow behind her, helping her into the bathroom. I know she’s upset and she’s still scared, but I’m going to make her feel safe and show her that everything’s alright.

I get sad as soon as we step in the shower, remembering what it was like the last time we showered in here together. My entire world had just been destroyed, but my little fox picked up my pieces and held them close to her heart while she gave me her tender love and nurturing.

Montana and I seem to just keep pouring back and forth into each other, and I’m looking forward to the day when our cups are both overflowing.

She steps in front of the water, and I stand behind her, rubbing her small shoulders. I wanted to get on a plane to Seattle first thing in the morning, but I’m too tired to get up and go again. She falls into my chest, and I slide my hands down her arms, caressing them softly while I rinse her. “Tomorrow, you and me are going to sleep in. It’ll be Saturday morning, and we deserve it. Then, we’re going to get you a damn phone. After that, we’re booking a flight for Seattle Sunday morning so we can go to your apartment.”

Montana smiles for the first time in hours. “Sounds like a perfect day.”

My little fox stays still, letting me wash her. I love taking care of her. For so much of my life, I felt like I was existing without a purpose. With Montana in front of me, I realize that she’s it.

Once I get her cleaned, I wash my body quickly. After we’ve dried off, I undo her braids, fluffing out her dark brown waves and tucking them under her bonnet, then I pull her back to the room to get into bed. By the time I’m under the covers with my eyes closed, I fall immediately into a deep sleep.

I wake up at seven a.m. and smile when I look over and see Montana passed out beside me. Her bonnet stayed on her head for once, and she looks so peaceful. I need to get dressed and feed Violet soon, but I still don’t feel like seeing her. And I need to eat first.

I whisper Montana’s name to see if she’s awake, and when she doesn’t stir, my need for her increases. I start by pressing tender kisses to her warm cheeks and neck while she lays on her back. Her dark, long lashes flutter, but she doesn’t move a muscle. Her skin smells like my lavender soap, and I breathe it in deeply, dragging my nose across her shoulders and chest.

Goosebumps coat her skin with the blanket pulled away, and I drag my tongue up her flat stomach, tasting her salt on my skin. I want to rest my head in the valley of her breasts for eternity. Her chocolate nipples are puckered, and I pull her left one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it slowly. If I hadn’t been the one to put Montana to bed, I’d think she’d been drugged with how fucking still she is right now.

I suck her tit deeper, squeezing the skin as if I can draw milk into my mouth from it. I rest my legs on either side of hers, hovering over her so I don’t suffocate her. Moving my mouth to her other tit, I suck on it slowly, massaging the one I just had my mouth on. Montana makes little noises with her eyes closed. I wish she could see how cute she is right now. I’d film her, but I think that’d be a little too much.

Pressing kisses down her chest, I move my lips lower until I’m rubbing them over that tiny patch of hair she has. It’s dark brown and wavy, just like the hair on her head. My fingers find their way to it, stroking and petting it. She holds still while I slide my fingers between her legs, pulling her pussy lips open.

She’s wet, but not wet enough for my cock. I don’t have lube, and I don’t have the patience to wait much longer, so I open my mouth, letting my drool spill between her slick seam.

I’m terrified to ever leave Montana alone for the night. If she always sleeps this damn heavy, who knows what’ll happen to her if I’m not around?

Rubbing my fingers around her clit, I slide two fingers in her slowly, trying to coat her walls for the fucking she’s getting ready to receive. “That’s it, girl.” Her hips move a little, and I let some more spit pool in my mouth before dripping it all over her cunt. “We’re almost ready, baby.”

I coat her vulva with my saliva and slide my fingers back in, wetting her walls some more. After one more spit dump on my cock, I fist myself for a minute, getting my dick wet and ready, and then I hold my hands under her ass, cupping her cheeks while I sink into her pussy slowly.

“Goddamn, Montana. You’re so tight, baby.” I’ve been in this girl so many times, and each one feels like the first still. I move my hands away from her ass and grab her hips, resting her butt cheeks on the top of my thighs while I pump into her.

She whimpers a little, but her eyes stay shut. I feel sex crazed around her. Like I’ll never get enough. Thank goodness I have forever. “Fuck, I love your pussy, baby. Such a good, sweet little pussy.” I don’t know if she can hear a damn word I’m saying, but I like praising her all the same. I rub her legs softly while I pick up speed, and I slide my hand up her left ankle, lifting her leg so I can toss her heel over my shoulder and fuck her deeper.

This position makes her groan, and her bright eyes spring open in shock. I don’t say a word to her and don’t stop, rocking in and out of her while her slick cunt grips me. Her look of bewilderment quickly morphs into pleasure, and she bites her soft lips, gripping the pillow under her head for support.

“Touch your clit, baby. I want you rubbing it when I spill my cum inside my pussy.”

Montana pants, grabbing her tits with her left hand and using her right to rub her swollen bud. “You’re gonna break me apart, Gunner.”

I grab her other leg, getting it in the same position on my shoulder. “That’s exactly what I want to do to you.”

Montana’s eyes close, and she tries to wiggle in my grasp, but I grip her ankles tighter and squeeze them, keeping her from moving.

“It’s too much, Gunner. I can’t take it.”

I pick up my speed, getting closer. “You can take it, baby.”

Montana starts to fight against me, but when I look in her eyes, I see they’re filled with the same fire burning through me.

I slip out of her, only so I can flip her on her stomach. She tries to get away from me, losing her bonnet in the process, but I grab her by her hair, pulling her back to me. It’s almost effortless to pin her down and lift her hips. I do so with one arm and use my other to grab her wrists, pinning them behind her while I sink in, one knee in the mattress with my other foot flat on it, allowing me to go as deep as possible.

My hips move automatically like I’m being remote controlled, and my little fox shakes under me, unable to resist me taking her. She stays silent, trying to catch her breath, and I explode in her warmth, nearly blacking out as I empty myself.

As soon as I pull out of her, she falls to the mattress in tears, and I flip her on her back to look in her eyes. Before she can say a word, I bury my face between her legs while she sinks her hands in my hair. “Jesus, Gunner.”

I dig my tongue in her, scooping up my cum, and then I climb on top of her body, spitting it into her mouth. She squirms and wiggles against me, but when I pull away, she swallows every drop. “You’re so gross.”

I peck her lips. “You love it. Keep that mouth open.”

Montana widens her lips at the same time I sink back between her legs, swallowing more of my cum just to pour it on her tongue. She swallows again just like the good girl she is, and after the third time, I lace my fingers through her hair while I stick my dick back in her pussy.

Her legs wrap around my hips on their own, and she grinds against me violently, trying to reach her orgasm. I hold my hard cock still inside her, letting her use me to her satisfaction. Her body starts to slow down after a minute, and I pick up my movements again, wanting to come with her. She stares into my eyes with her mouth open while her cunt squeezes me, and I spill in her again at the same time, knowing we’re reaching our euphoria together.

After I’ve pulled out again, I fall on my back and pull Montana on my chest. “I love you, little fox.”

Montana kisses my lips and presses her forehead to my neck. “I love you more.”