Forty-One
Than
I stood under the shower inside Linc’s stables and let the water pour over me. I should turn off the hot and just take a cold one. My cock sure as hell needed it. Reaching for the bar of soap, I lathered my hands before palming my dick. Just like I did every fucking morning and evening out here since I’d told Montana we would be friends without benefits. No more sex or sexual activity. Now, I showered out here twice a day because, one, using her shower meant I had to smell her, and two, she’d hear me jerking myself off.
Placing one palm against the wall, I began to stroke my hard length.
Five days of acting like I wasn’t always at least half erect, watching her, listening to her talk, waiting for one of those rare moments when she laughed. At least, it was rare for me.
Gathe had stopped by two nights ago, and I sat there, fantasizing about choking him to death while she laughed at his jokes. He’d made her eyes dance and those dimples pop one too many times. Not that I didn’t like seeing them. I fucking loved them. But I didn’t like another guy being who she aimed them at.
She’d pulled away from me. Although she had claimed we were friends, she went to bed early. Always said she was too tired for a movie in the evenings and was always working on her school shit.
I’d mentioned that she was due a break and tried to get her to go riding with me, but she quipped that the sooner she finished, the sooner I’d get my life back. I wanted to tell her I didn’t want it back, and it had been on the tip of my tongue, but I’d held it in. Linc’s warning replaying in my head.
I can’t have her. She can’t belong to me. Not for two more years at least.
And by then, by then…she’d probably be some other man’s. If he was smart, she’d have a ring on her finger.
I let go of my cock and rubbed my hand over my chest. Damn, that was painful.
In such a short amount of time she’d become all I thought about. It was verging on insanity. I got angry with anyone who interrupted my time with her. Even during the moments when she was sitting at the bar, doing schoolwork. It was just us, and I wanted it to stay that way.
The bastard who had written those notes had upped and vanished. No sign of him.
Linc had said he’d tell me if and when they had a lead on something, but right now, there wasn’t a person in the Louisiana branch who fit the profile of someone who would do this. The bottle of whiskey, however, had led us to them. I pointed that out to Linc, and he said that we’d follow Blaise’s orders. And right now, it was to wait.
I didn’t see why Linc couldn’t just ask Thaddeus where that bottle had gone. Made sense to me. It was our secret stash after all. We didn’t want that getting out. But again, Blaise had said to fucking wait. So, we waited.
I dropped my gaze to my dick. I knew if I didn’t get off now, it was going to get painful later tonight. She’d walk around in some shorts and a tank top, smelling like heaven. And I’d sit there, remembering how it had felt to be buried balls deep in her. The way she’d looked, like a damn fallen angel, giving me a taste of paradise. One I couldn’t keep.
Yep, I was throbbing again. Didn’t take much to get me up these days. Think about fucking Montana, and I was there. Closing my eyes, I began to stroke slowly. Replaying every minute of that evening. From her straddling me, her tits bouncing, to her spreading her legs, staring up at me with those eyes, begging me to fill her.
“Fuck,” I murmured as my grip tightened and I picked up the pace.
Her full lips open and moaning while I thrust into her over and over. So damn beautiful. Then she’d shouted out, and that dirty word had spilled from her sweet mouth.
“You want it,” I whispered as I panted and jerked harder. “You want my cum?” I imagined her on her knees in front of me. Looking up expectantly as I pumped my cock. “Hold those tits for me and open that pretty mouth.”
She did both.
“GAH!” I groaned as I sprayed the wall with my release.
Gasping for a breath, I looked at the load I’d shot, then rinsed it off before turning off the water and stepping out.
That fantasy was just going to get me hard again the moment I walked into the cabin and saw her. Especially when I caught her looking at me and her nipples got hard. That was the hardest thing to ignore.
“I’m gonna guess you weren’t thinking about the strippers we had brought home from the club,” Gathe said.
I spun around while wrapping the towel around me to see him leaning against the doorframe, grinning.
“Did you just listen to me jerk off?” I asked him. “That’s fucking messed up.”
He rolled his eyes. “I walked up at the end. I have no desire to hear you beat your dick to Montana and her titties. Although I’ve beaten mine—”
“If you don’t want my fist in your goddamn face, you will shut the fuck up now,” I warned him.
He cocked an eyebrow. “I was going to say, I have beaten mine to the thoughts of those two strippers you were with. You know, the blonde who ate pussy. That was hot.” His eyes dropped to my dick, then back up, and he shook his head. “Damn. That didn’t even cause a small tent in your towel. I’m at half mast, thinking about it. She licked the brunette’s cunt. We watched it. You jacked off and then stuck it in the brunette’s mouth, and she swallowed while moaning because a bitch was licking her like an ice cream cone.”
“I was there. I don’t need a recap,” I told him. “What are you doing here? What the fuck do you want this time?”
He let out a small laugh. “You aren’t interested, are you? In the pussy eating,” he said, waiting on my response.
The truth was, no, I didn’t care. I’d seen that many times. It was hot, yeah. I had fun. I got off. Then they’d left. There hadn’t been any feelings or connection. It was easy. No. It was…empty.
Sex with Montana had been earth-shattering. I’d wanted to stay there, locked to her, in that moment forever. It hadn’t been fun. It had been a realm of pleasure I hadn’t experienced.
“Right now, no,” I replied, walking over to grab my shirt and get dressed.
“And if I told you they were coming to the house tonight?” he asked.
I shrugged on my shirt. “I’d say that the brunette swallows, but the blonde sucks as good as she licks pussy, so make sure you get her mouth on your cock at least once.”
“And if I told you I brought my deck to play a round of cards with Montana?”
I snatched up my sweats and turned to glare at him. “I’d tell you to go the fuck home. You were here two nights ago.”
He smirked. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
“We all are. You just figuring that out?” I asked sarcastically, pulling on my pants.
“Than Carver has found a magical cunt. I never thought it would happen to you. But it did. The magical cunt fairy dropped one in your lap, and it locked you down,” he said. “Tell me, what is it that makes it magical? I need to know so that I can stay away from them in case one crosses my path.”
I tossed my towel over my shoulder and started for the door. “You’re safe. It takes depth to be affected by one. You have none,” I replied, not taking the bait.
He wanted to tease me about my…my…attraction, addiction—hell, maybe it was an obsession with Montana. But I didn’t care. I was past it. Because he was right. Her cunt was magical.
“Ouch,” he called behind me as I pushed past him to exit. “I’m wounded. I have depth. I intend to massage the pussy licker’s tits and ass for her while I watch her eat another cunt. That’s depth.”
“That’s because you have a thing for tits and ass. You’d rather fuck a girl’s ass than her pussy.”
And he had—many, many times.
“But it’s still depth. I mean, I am sinking deep into her ass.”
I’d had enough of Gathe for the day. Or week. We’d gotten closer since Crosby’s death, but, damn, I missed him every day. He would have gotten this thing I had for Montana. I could have talked to him about it. Not that he’d have had good advice, seeing as he had been in love with another girl who was not his girlfriend. But still, he’d have listened and not made jokes about pussy-eating strippers.