Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
She tilted her head to one side, causing a wispy tendril of her hair that wasn’t up in the messy bun on her head to brush against her neck, and I had the urge to reach over and feel the smooth skin myself.
“I look in the mirror daily,” she replied. “But I barely have freckles.”
Leaning over to her, I touched the tip of her nose with my finger. “Right there.”
A hint of vanilla and cinnamon caught my attention, and I inhaled again. Probably shouldn’t get close enough to smell her.
My phone dinged, alerting me of a text, and I moved away before I grabbed her and pulled her neck closer and buried my nose there.
Looking down at my phone, I saw Gathe’s name and opened the text, glad for the interruption. I’d almost forgotten who she was and what I was here to do. The eyes and the scent and the freckles across her nose…yeah.
Thank you, Gathe.
Gathe: Are you coming to the house tonight or staying there?
He’d told me that he and Forge were having a little get-together, which meant topless females out at the pool and drinking. I could use a good fuck, and I had considered sneaking out while she was asleep. I glanced at her again. It would help if I went. At least sate me for a while so I’d stop touching Montana.
Me: Finishing up a movie. When Montana goes to bed, I’ll head out.
I glanced up to see her watching the movie again, then tucked my phone in my pocket. The slight pink tint to her cheeks was my fault. I’d gotten too close and talked about her eyes. But, damn, I liked that I’d been able to cause a reaction.
Turning my attention to the action on-screen before my eyes drifted back down to the tank top she was wearing, I wondered if I should tell her I’d be gone. In case she woke up and I wasn’t here. Would that matter? The cabin had security. I could send Linc a text and tell him I needed to go exhaust some pent-up sexual energy tonight. He’d understand that.
The sound of her yawn caught my attention, and I cut my eyes back at her. Hell, she even looked sexy when she yawned. Her eyes blinked slowly, as if they were getting heavy.
“We could finish this tomorrow night,” I told her. “If you want to go to bed.”
She smirked. “Is that your way of saying you want to be alone? The movie was your idea. I was just suffering through the company.”
She had some teeth. Something else I liked.
“Suffering, huh?” I replied as I watched her stretch and sit back up. “I’m gonna have to say that you’d be the first female not to enjoy my presence.”
She rolled her eyes. “I guess it’s good I agreed to the movie. You need a little reality in your life.”
“Ouch,” I said, placing a hand on my chest, but unable not to smile.
Then she stood, and her ass in those tiny shorts and bare legs made me forget what the fuck we had been talking about. An image popped into my head of me pulling down those shorts and bending her over the sofa. How her skin would feel when I ran my hands up her silky thighs. She had a sultry voice without even trying. How much hotter would it be when she was turned on?
I realized she had said something and was waiting on a response from me. But I had no clue what she’d asked me or what it was I should be saying. I stared at her, then shrugged.
Her brows drew together in an adorable frown. “You don’t know what time we are leaving for the distillery tomorrow?”
Oh! That’s what she asked.
“I mean, uh, I guess as long as we’re there by nine, it should be good.”
She nodded, then lifted her hand to wiggle her fingers in a small wave. “Good night.”
“Night,” I replied, watching her walk to the room.
If I didn’t leave, I’d be out here, jerking off to thoughts of her again. I’d rather bury my dick in a hot cunt while thinking about her.
NO! Fuck, I was not going to start that. No thinking about Montana while I fucked someone else. Jerking off to her was bad enough.
The door clicked shut behind her, and I adjusted my erection in my jeans. I’d wait thirty minutes and hope she was asleep when I stepped out.
Nineteen
Montana
“Am I going to have to cook for you every morning in order to get you to eat more than a banana?” Than asked me from the driver’s seat on our way to the distillery.
I gave him a tight smile, then took another bite of my banana. He shook his head with an amused expression, then turned his attention back to the road.