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8. Blackheart

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Blackheart

I walk behind Montana while she heads upstairs, and all I want to do is drown my sorrows in more booze. I don’t know why I accepted that job from Mason Barnes. I wish I didn’t. Then I would’ve never met her.

I don’t know why the fuck I took her to the stables. I needed the help, and she was quick and efficient just like I knew she’d be. I didn’t expect her to talk to my girls. To pet ‘em and hug ‘em. I didn’t expect for her to notice Violet. And Violet noticed her too.

There’s a look a horse has when it chooses you. When it wants you and is drawn to you. I swear to God that horse gave Montana that look.

Or maybe I just had too much beer today.

I don’t know what got into me, but I liked seeing her with Willow. I liked that Willow liked her. I enjoyed talking about my girl and telling Montana all that we’ve been through together. It’s like I’d forgotten that I kidnapped the damn girl.

And then I smelled my soap on her and saw her smile. Her real smile. It was the first time I’d seen it all day given the circumstances. And she looked so damn beautiful.

But her beauty, experience with horses, and what she wants to do when I let her go are none of my business. And when she stepped away from me was when I realized that I’m slipping, and I need to keep my fucking head on straight.

Come Monday morning, I’ll have my money, but I’ll have a target on my back. And just like Montana, I’ll need to figure out what I’m gonna do next.

When we get to the top of the stairs, she steps into the room slowly. Her hair is a little ruffled from the wind, and the left corner of her gown is tucked in the side of her lace panties. Her breasts look like they’re seconds away from spilling out of her sheer lace cups, and all I want to do is burn the three hundred dollar scrap of fabric.

I don’t have time for this. To get tangled up in emotions just because I feel like getting my dick wet. I remind myself that the woman in front of me is dangerous. She has to be. Her father wants her dead. Setting my gun aside, I reach in my nightstand for a pair of handcuffs when her doe eyes meet mine .

I turn on my bedside lamp and shut off the main light, and I sit at the edge of my bed. “If you need the bathroom, go now. Door open, Montana.”

Her face drops, and she digs in her belongings for a fresh pad. She probably thought we were getting close out there, and we weren’t. It’s best she realizes that now.

I keep a close watch while she uses the bathroom, not wanting to be a total jackass, but needing to pay attention to her. Montana is planning something. I can feel it. And the last thing I need is for her to grab a pair of tweezers and shove them in my eye in the night.

She looks up at me, frowning. “If you’re going to watch, could you at least use some headphones?”

Reading between the lines, I grab a pair from my beside drawer while she does her thing. I zone out a little with her being in there for so long, and after ten minutes, she comes out with a grimace on her face.

Realizing my little fox needs some extra attention, I grab a bottle of ibuprofen from her beside table and hand her some caplets with water. “Take these quickly then give me your wrist.”

I know she could probably use a hot water bottle or something, but I can’t offer her that luxury right now. One, I don’t have one, and two, I can’t be too nice to her. After she’s finished her water, she holds her delicate right hand up in my face, and I latch it to my right wrist, causing her eyes to spring open.

“I have to sleep chained to you all night?”

I turn off my bedside lamp, pulling her down to the mattress while the moonlight filters through the curtains. “Yep.”

She holds her wrist behind her back, laying on her left side. “This hurts.”

I slide a little closer and cozy up on my pillow. “You can bring your arm forward.”

She pauses. “That would mean that we would have to spoon.”

Spooning Montana is the very last thing I ought to be doing right now, but it would put us both in a more physically comfortable position. “You won’t even know you’re spooning me when you’re asleep.”

Her small body shivers, and I know she’s cold. “Montana, it’ll probably help you fall asleep faster. And I won’t bite. As long as you behave.”

She huffs and pulls my arm forward with hers. “Fine. But I hate you.”

I slide close to her, positioning my head over hers with hers under my chin, leaving just enough space for my crotch not to touch her ass. “I hate you more, little fox.” I rest my arm on her side, trying not to crush her while I convince myself that my words are true.

I wake up at two a.m. with a raging hard on and Montana’s ass pressed against my dick. Fuck my life. She’s asleep, and I want to relieve myself, but there’s no way in hell I can use my right hand when it’s handcuffed to hers. And if I remove the cuffs, she’ll wake up and see what I’m up to.

Maybe I can leave my arm on her side and lay face down on the mattress, grinding until I get relief. It’s desperate, but it should work nonetheless. I get ready to turn my body in the position I need when she somehow faces me with our interlocked wrists pressed between our chests, and she rests her head on my shoulder.

Fuck. This fucking sucks. Her soft breath tickles my chest through my shirt, and she wiggles against me like she’s trying to get closer. I almost laugh, wondering how she’d react if she saw herself right now. But I’m distracted when she starts shaking again.

She starts shaking like she did earlier today during her nap, and her tiny little wrist rattles against mine. “ Montana?” I whisper, trying to get her out of whatever spell is about to start.

But she just keeps shaking until she starts screaming, and she yanks my wrist so hard that it burns against the cuff I have on.

“Montana!” I yell this time, trying harder to get her to calm down. But she just starts kicking and screaming. I almost consider slapping her again, but I’d rather not get in the habit of that. And, she’s moving too damn much.

Instead I just wrangle her with my loose arm, pressing her back to my chest while I squeeze her as tight as I can. She vibrates in my grip, wailing in my ear with her eyes shut, and then eventually her screams turn into tears.

I hold her while she cries, only to try to ease her back to sleep.

I’m going to be doing all the driving in the morning, and I need as much rest as I can get. I’m used to sleeping in on Saturday mornings, but instead, I’ll be getting up at seven a.m. to haul my prisoner to Arizona and get what she promised me.

For whatever reason, I start singing. Just some old lullaby my grandmother used to sing to me. It’s one I used when I first got Willow to get her to settle down at night while I’d brush her mane. It seems to soothe Montana just the same .

Her cries quiet down, and her body stops trembling after a few minutes. I keep her arms tucked in mine just in case she might wake up and smack me, but her eyes stay shut. I ease off her slowly, but when ten minutes pass, she starts to shiver again, and I tuck her head back under mine to keep her warm.

This time I sing the lullaby to myself, and before I know it, I’ve drifted off to sleep.

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