Epilogue
“Well, hell, Max,” I say as I fan my face with my hand and saunter into the office. “You look mighty fine back there.” Montana is perched like a king behind the large wooden desk that’s been in here as long as I’ve known him.
We’d played in here growing up, pretending to oversee a kingdom. We just never imagined how true it would be.
Montana is so much a part of the land—the outdoors—but he looks just as at home in here with his forearms flexing on the worn surface as he stares at me.
He’s sexy in the fields.
But this version fits him too.
“You’re home early,” he drawls as he sits back in the black leather chair, causing it to groan under his weight.
“I missed you.”
He grins. “How much?”
I lick my lips and his gaze drops to my mouth as mine raises to the cowboy hat hanging on the hook beside his head.
“Depends if you wanna wear that for me?” I ask as he turns his head and pulls the hat down and places it on his head. It fits perfectly, worn in from years of being out in the sun on the hottest days in Tennessee.
“Didn’t know this would make you so hot.” He gives me a devilish smile. “I would have started wearing it a long time ago.”
Smiling, I move between him and the desk, leaning my backside on the edge of the wood as he moves his legs to accommodate me. The dark wash denim stretches against his muscular thighs and my mouth waters—the man truly is a vision.
His posture is relaxed as he watches me, but the pull between us is undeniable. Leaning forward, I duck under the brim of his hat, my hands cupping his face as I take his mouth in a slow kiss, savoring each and every swipe of my tongue against his.
He tastes like mint, and even though he’s been working all day, he still smells like cedar from the bar of soap in his shower. It’s divine and I can’t help but snag his bottom lip between my teeth as I drag my nails down his chest and over his abs.
He groans, his body flexing and bunching under my touch.
But I want more.
“I want you out of this dress,” he rasps against my lips, but I can only smile in return. He can have me any way he wants.
But not right now.
“Later,” I reply as my fingers work open the clasp on his belt before moving to the top button of his jeans. “Right now, I’m busy.”
He snorts but hisses out a breath as I pull the zipper down and free his dick with award-winning efficiency as I drop to my knees in front of him.
“I got all day, baby,” he drawls right before I wrap my hand around his length and stroke him the way I know he likes.
Montana’s eyes cut to the door I left open, his jaw clenching as my lips wrap around the head of his cock. His hand grips my ponytail as if he thinks he can dictate anything about this situation—as if I’d let him do anything but hang on and enjoy the ride. I suck harder and he exhales heavily as my tongue traces over his velvety skin before taking him as far as I can.
“You have no idea how badly I want to fuck up into that pretty pink mouth of yours.” His eyes follow my free hand as it dips below the hem of my dress. “Are you…”
His question trails off and I moan around him as my fingers tease up and down the silky fabric covering my slit.
“Show me, baby. Show me your pretty wet?—”
Footsteps land hard against the floor of the barn, the sound echoing with each step. My pulse quickens, and the potential to get caught has my blood burning hot in my veins.
Pulling my mouth off the angry head of Montana’s gorgeous length, I grin. “Act natural, Max.”
“What the fuck are you—” he starts, but I’m already shimmying backward under the desk, sliding his chair with me, the movement throwing off his ability to right his jeans before I’ve sucked him into my mouth again. “God fucking dammit…”
“Bad time?” a familiar male voice asks from the doorway, and I can’t help but smile before stroking Montana slowly with my hand. My movements are as coordinated as they can be in the tight space, but I love everything about this.
“A little busy.”
“Need me to come back? It will only take a sec.”
“Make it quick,” he says, the words measured, and I can only imagine the amount of control he’s exerting to appear normal.
“The, uh…goats,”—Bodhi clears his throat as I tease the underside of Montana’s cock with my tongue—“we had to move them to a different pen. They busted out of there?—”
“Little fuckers,” Montana snarls and Bodhi snorts. “But you know it’s not your job to take care of it, right?”
“It’s not a big deal. Keeps me busy. Just need more material to repair and reinforce the fence so we can move ’em back and keep ’em secure before you start getting calls from the neighbors.”
Montana nudges me with his boot—most likely as a warning to stop—but the audacity in that one little motion has me swallowing him down as far as I can take him. His big strong thighs cage me in, applying pressure, in hopes of being able to gain the upper hand.
It’s like he has no idea who he’s dealing with—and just to remind him, I do it again.
And again.
“You sure you’re okay?” Bodhi asks, and Montana forces a chuckle before assuring he’s fine and asking Bodhi to let him know if there are any other issues.
It’s only when the footsteps fade to almost nothing does Montana push back enough to look at me, my lips still wrapped firmly around him.
“You are in so much fucking trouble; get out here,” he growls and grabs me by my biceps, forcing me to release his dick with an audible pop.
“Trouble for what? I?—”
Like a man possessed, Montana bends me over, my chest pressed against the cool wood of the desk. He’s hiked my dress up and pulled my panties to the side before I even have time to blink, and all I can do is moan as I feel him push against my entrance.
I’m soaked and I know he can feel what our little game did to me.
He swears again before slamming inside me with one hard thrust. I gasp and he does it again—pistoning into me with such ferocity my knuckles are practically white from gripping the edge of the desk.
“Just wait until I spank the shit out of you later.” The words are a threat whispered against my ear as he punishes me harder and faster, his fingers digging into my hips as my orgasm rips through every cell of my being.
I come on a silent scream as I shake and writhe with every wave of pleasure, perspiration coating my skin as Montana grunts and spills inside me.
“I’m gonna be dripping out of you for hours.” His hips rock against my ass to punctuate his words, and all I can do is whimper.
I may have won the blow job battle, but he owned me in the orgasm war.
Sliding out of me, Montana stays true to his word and only rights my panties. They’re soaked and probably ruined, but it was so incredibly worth it I will gladly sacrifice them as tribute—and honestly every other pair I own if it gets me a reaction like today.
Propping myself up on one elbow, I look back at Montana over my shoulder and grin. “Same time tomorrow?”
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“You say the sweetest things to me, Montana Greene,” I tease, standing as I turn to face him and patting his chest.
His hand covers mine, his expression still filled with a lusty haze and complete and total adoration.
“I’m still spanking your perfect ass tonight.”
“Wear that hat and I’ll let you do anything you want.”
“You have yourself a deal.”
THE END