Eighteen
Than
“Are you closing your eyes?” I asked Montana as she sat on the other end of the sofa from me with her legs crossed and hands fisted in her lap. I’d glanced over at her to see her eyelids pinched tightly shut about the time the snake slithered through the skeleton’s mouth.
“Don’t judge. I hate snakes.”
A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. “You were the one who suggested this movie.”
“Yes, I know. Is it over yet?”
I shifted my gaze back to the television to check. “Ah, not just yet.”
“Tell me when it is.”
I reached into the bowl of popcorn that sat between us. She’d claimed she was too full to eat any more when I said we couldn’t watch a movie without it, but I’d seen her hand reach into the bowl several times. I’d cut my eyes at her when she got her first handful, and she’d shrugged, then popped one into her mouth, grinning.
Getting her to relax around me had been harder than I’d anticipated. She didn’t trust easily, and it made me question why. Who was it that had made her so cautious? Another thing I shouldn’t be thinking about or even giving a shit about, but I was. I was going to have to keep a check on myself if I kept finding things out about her that appealed to me. Having the same taste in movies would at least give us something to do at night other than talk.
“Okay, you can open your eyes,” I told her when the scene changed.
She peeked from one eye, not trusting me until she verified I was telling the truth, and then opened both. I was still watching her when she took a quick glimpse in my direction. Damn, those eyes were something.
“What color green are your eyes?” I asked her.
I’d labeled them olive, then sea glass, but there had to be a name for that shade.
She shrugged. “I’ve never thought about that. I’m not sure.”
I studied them as her cheeks pinkened.
“Huh. Well, they remind me of sea glass,” I told her.
She scrunched her nose. “Is that bad?”
“Have you never seen sea glass?” I asked.
Her soft, pleasant laugh had me dropping my attention to her lips as they curled up.
“Yes, of course I’ve seen it.”
I tore my gaze off her mouth. “It’s unique. Your eyes are one of the things that stand out about you. That, and the freckles.”
“Freckles?” she gasped as if I had told her she had a wart on her face.
“How often do you look in the mirror?” I teased.
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.