Chapter 8 #2
“Iverson.” She’s riding me faster.
“Take what you need.” I slip a hand between us and find her swollen clit. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“I’m so close to—Iverson!” She arches and grinds into me, then shakes through her orgasm. She calls my name two more times, and damn, that’s music to my ears.
Just as she melts onto me, I carefully turn her over and lift that ass back into the air.
I plunge inside. It takes three thrusts before I’m coming.
She’s spread out beneath me, and I have my hands splayed on each butt cheek.
If I could brand my handprints there, I would.
I’ll have to settle for having her like this as much as I can.
What if I could have more with her?
My climax slams through me. I grit my teeth and grunt through it. “Christ, Sunny.”
I collapse behind her and pull her into me. She’s naked, and I’m still fully clothed. I’ll change that soon enough.
Sunny
“And then what?” I’m snuggled into Iverson’s side. The chem lights leave the bed of the pickup in shadows. A faint scent of citronella surrounds us. The fake dragonflies add to the romantic ambiance. I flip the blanket over my bare legs just in case mosquitoes aren’t dissuaded.
We’re both dressed, and it’s the middle of the night, but neither of us is ready to leave. I could fall asleep in his arms if I let myself.
Would I ever be able to experience that?
We can’t do sleepovers. Renting a motel room isn’t something we can do in a small town like Huckleberry Springs. People would know our business before we completed the registration.
“Then Haven went for a swim with his horse,” he says. “It was the only way across the river.”
Laughing, I snuggle closer. Tonight’s Iverson is so much more relaxed than any other Iverson I’d met.
He’s not the brooding man I found at the bar.
He’s not the rigid employee trying to stay on his boss’s good side.
He’s not vibrating with awareness, knowing in the back of his mind we could get caught.
This sneaking around is bullshit, but my job is secure. His isn’t. So I’ll get what I can of Iverson Hennessy and continue to want more. “I used to tell my sisters they couldn’t go near the river during spring melt.”
“Good advice.”
“Daddy shouldn’t have had you running cattle through there either.”
“Better us than anyone else.”
I lift my head. “Why?”
“We can do it.”
I narrow my gaze on him and trace his jaw with a finger. “You’re capable, but none of you are disposable.”
He shrugs, but he hugs me tighter.
I turn onto my back and stare up at the stars. The moon is out and high in the sky. It’ll be full in another week. In my periphery, the old mine looms, absorbing all the light. “Can you imagine how majestic this was in its heyday?”
“Can you imagine it as a distillery?”
That’s an interesting idea. I sit up and picture what it looks like in the daylight.
The large wooden structure is simple in its run-down beauty.
“How much do you think could be saved to make it into something like Copper Summit? Have you ever been to Bourbon Canyon, where the headquarters are?” Copper Summit is the distillery heart of Montana.
I haven’t been there personally, but I’ve seen the pictures in the tourism guides.
The place is gorgeous and had once been an old copper mine headquarters.
“Once,” he says curtly.
What’s he not telling me? “Do you hate bourbon?”
“You know the family that runs Copper Summit?” When I shake my head, he sits up and props an arm on a bent knee. “My brothers and I were fostered with them.”
“What?”
“After Dad went missing. Deep down, we knew he was gone, and we even…” His jaw turns to granite. “We even found him.”
“Iverson.” I lean into him, offering him as much support as I can.
His chuckle is dry. “I’ve never told anyone that.
I don’t think my brothers have either. He’d fallen down a steep embankment.
The rocky trail we often used to hunt had given way.
There was no way we could get to him or recover him.
So we tried to live without him. But someone found out and reported us. I was only twelve.”
I curl my arm through his. “Oh, Iverson. I’m sorry.”
“Well-meaning church ladies didn’t buy the story that our mom was on her way after a few months. I wish they knew what they were sending us to when we went to live with her.”
I stroke his arm, sadness welling inside me for the lost boys who were terrified to leave everything they knew.
“The Baileys own Copper Summit. They took us in until Mom was located. We didn’t foster with them for long. But they’re good people.”
“Is that where you got the distillery idea?”
He lets out a long exhale. “No. The guy behind Foster House whiskey was a foster there too. He wants to buy this place.”
His heavy tone tells me enough about what he thinks about the idea. “You don’t want to sell.”
“This land is our home. It’s the last place we were happy.”
This guy is breaking my heart. I rest my cheek on his shoulder. “So you’re not selling?”
“I haven’t talked to the guys yet. We don’t like the idea of being aimless millionaires.
Like low-end millionaires. It’s a lot of money, but shared between the three of us?
I guess we could actually build a retirement fund so we’re not in the saddle until we’re seventy.
” He gazes at the mine. “But then this would be gone. Just like everything else.”
“Maybe you could figure out some other arrangement.”
“Like what?”
I lie back down and stare at the moon. “I don’t know. Depends on what the Foster House guy is open to. You have the mine. He wants the mine. You don’t need to sell the mine. The power is in your hands.”
“He doesn’t have to buy the mine. And he has the money. I’d say the power is not in my hands.”
“You need to find out what he really wants. Another distillery? A piece of Montana? A connection with a fellow foster? Then you figure out what you want and pair them.” I trail my fingers along his back.
“I don’t mean to be glib. It’s not that easy of course.
All I’m saying is that there’s more than straight-out buying and selling.
You have the property. That guy can get more money, but getting more land can be harder. ”
He yanks the blanket off and rolls on top of me. “I do believe I could listen to you talk about business all night.”
I wrap my legs around him. “You know what else we could do all night?”
He rocks his hips into me, and the undeniable erection behind his fly hits all the right spots. “Let’s see if I can guess.”