18. Montana
eighteen
Montana
Today is Rocky’s twenty-second birthday.
I have a few surprises for him which I’ve asked Autumn to help me out with. Talon, of course, said he would help because Autumn is involved, but I was also able to get Xander and Kellen to help. I’ve planned a birthday scavenger hunt that’ll lead back to a big surprise that I had so much fun planning. There are so many little twists today that he won't know what’s happening until we are done with the day—things that I think he will love. I’ve never done anything like this before, so I hope he likes it.
Look at me, a whole ass Pinterest girlfriend.
I have all the cards ready to go for the scavenger hunt. There are four places that the scavenger hunt will stop at before the end of the day.
I'm getting ready for the day when Autumn stops by to grab some last-minute things.
“Damn, girl. Check you out. I love the shirt you made, and I just know Rocky will too.” She whistles.
“Thanks, girlie!”
Wearing black high-waisted skinny jeans that are ripped and a white crop top that has ‘Savage’ written in graffiti font on the back of the shirt, I’ve completed the look with a flannel tied around my waist. Looking at myself in the mirror I smile because this is the happiest I have ever been.
Slipping on my shoes and making sure my baby hair is slicked down, so they don’t fly away. One last look in the mirror and my red lip and sultry makeup makes me feel more beautiful. Walking out, I notice Autumn smiling at me.
“My brother is going to love it. You are seriously so good to him and for him.”
I smile at her. “Stop it, you’re going to make me cry!”
She wraps her arms around me in an embrace.
“Thank you again for having everything set up for when the photographer gets here. Also, the stuff for his party is in the closet, it's not much but the balloons are blown up and just some plates and stuff.”
“Yes! Oh my gosh, he’s going to love everything about this day,” she says, smiling.
As soon as Rocky comes into the apartment, he grabs my face and kisses me like he hasn’t seen me in years. I think I prefer this kind of greeting over any words. This is definitely my favorite part about him. He always makes me feel wanted, beautiful, and like he has my back.
“Fuck me, Killer, you look beautiful.” Standing there, he brings his arm up to do the universal sign to spin for him so he can see my whole outfit.
“Happy birthday, handsome. You don't look so bad yourself. Are you ready for your birthday surprise?” I ask with a wink, eye-fucking him.
“Hell yeah.”
“Okay, here is your card,” I say with a smile, all giddy while I bounce on my feet. “I know this is different, but just trust me.”
“ Today is the day my handsome boyfriend was born, so I put together a little scavenger hunt for him. Let’s go back to the place we had our first date.” He smiles wide at me and cocks his head to the side.
“A scavenger hunt, huh?” He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into his body and he nibbles on my bottom lip.
“Mmhmm, let's go, Savage.” I grab the Polaroid camera and pull him out the door towards my Jeep. Once inside, I give him a bag I had stored on the floor.
“Don't open that until I tell you to.” I wink at him and then add, “So, where are we going?”
“Mickey’s”
I smile wide and drive over to the diner. Once I’m parked, I have him open the bag.
“A blindfold? Oh, baby, you are kinky, huh?”
“No, ya goof. Put it on.” I laugh at him.
Once outside the car, he puts the blindfold on, and I push him towards the door. We get inside and I move him towards the booth we sat at on our first date. I remove the blindfold so he can see the decorations and his favorite meal on the table a cheeseburger with fries and a Neapolitan shake.
He looks down at me and with his million-dollar smile that will be on billboards one day.
“Baby. This is so nice.”
“Come on, let's eat lunch.”
We eat our food and take a picture of us to add to our memory book. The second card with the next clue is in the middle of the table.
He opens it and reads it out loud, “ You’ve inked yourself on my heart. Tattoos tell a story, and I hope ours is just as permanent. Now we’re off to a place that will add to it. ”
“A tattoo? Are you serious?”
“Oh yeah, let's go.” We jump into the Jeep and head over to his favorite tattoo shop.
Once we arrive at Black Coffin Tattoo, we meet Axel, the tattoo artist who does all of Rocky’s tattoos. He looks just like Charlie Hummel and is super sweet.
“So, Monti, I have your tattoo drawn up. But the word on the street is that Rocky is here for another one. Happy birthday.”
“Thanks, man.” They do some bro handshake.
“Are you going to get it done today?” He smiles down at me.
“No, we're here for you. It’s your day.”
“Oh no, Killer, you can definitely get yours done today. You go first, baby.”
I groan and mumble, “This day isn’t about me.”
“Well, it's my birthday and I want you to get it. Since we're here and all.”
“ So dang bossy,” I say quietly enough that he can’t hear me.
“I heard that,” he growls, smacking my ass and making me jump.
“Okay, okay. Sheesh, no need to be pushy.” I laugh.
“Good girl.” And then he smirks at me. Asshole .
The tattoo I’m getting today is another one for my parents. It’s something simple but means a lot. They used to say, “She’s a little wildflower with a lot of warrior underneath.” A Melody Lee quote, and they were right. I am a warrior. I have their thumb prints that make a heart, so he adds the quote to the thumb prints. On my ribs, right below my breast.
I tuck my shirt into my bra and lay on my side like he asks. Rocky sits in the chair next to me and holds my hand.
“You ready?” he asks me with his gray eyes shining at me.
“As I'll ever be.”
“Let's do this,” Axel says.
The tattoo gun turns on and I'm looking into Rocky's eyes as I'm getting the tattoo and smile. He kisses my forehead, and we talk about everything and nothing at the same time.
“Alright, I’m finished,” Axel tells me.
I get up and walk over to the mirror and I want to cry. It’s so beautiful even though it hurt like a bitch. My eyes start to tear up, but I don't want to ruin my makeup.
I turn to look at Rocky. “So, did you figure out what you want?
“Yes, and it's a surprise. Go sit your sexy ass down right there and you’ll see it when it's done.”
“Yes, sir.” Two can play that game.
His eyes darken and he rubs his hands down his face and looks at me like he wants to fuck me here right now.
I mouth “later” to him, and he groans.
He sits in the chair after Axel sanitizes, and re-wraps it for him. The tattoo is going on one side of his neck, kind of behind the ear. I'm holding his hand like it's his first time getting a tattoo when now it's just normal for him. Truthfully, I love the feeling of his hands on me.
Rocky starts telling me about this time when his dad tried to teach him how to play hockey and he sucked at it. I can’t stop laughing, because he couldn’t skate for the life of him. Pro hockey player dad and a son who cannot skate. He says he learned eventually, but he wasn’t a fan of it. His parents let him play other sports and that’s when he discovered his love for football.
“Alright, Rocky, you’re all set.”
Rocky smiles at me and asks if I'm ready to see his new tattoo.
I nod my head eagerly at him. He turns his head and I gasp and cover my mouth with my hands.
“You got that?” I say with more tears threatening to come down.
“Yeah, Killer. It reminds me of you.”
The moon-stick from Sailor Moon. Could this man make me fall even harder for him?
“It’s your birthday and that’s what you chose?” My chin starts wobbling.
“Baby, having something on me that you love so much brings me joy. You bring me joy. This has been the best birthday ever.”
“It’s not over yet.”
He leans down and kisses me. He yanks my head back and I open for him and it's so rough and sexy. The sting of him pulling my hair turns me on even more.
I hear a throat clear behind me. I forgot where we were for a minute.
Axel hands Rocky the last card. He opens it and reads it. “ I have another surprise for you, but I need help picking it out. Is it green or is it red? That part is up to you. It's a secret that only you’ll be in on. ” He hums and puts his hand to his chin like he’s thinking. “A secret, huh? Hmm, is it Victoria’s Secret?”
Before we leave, I ask Axel to take our picture at the shop. Rocky is holding me to his side and he’s looking down at me while I smile at the camera.
“Let’s go, handsome.”
“Wait, don't we have to pay?”
“I already took care of it. It’s your birthday.”
On the short drive to the mall, I put on my bluetooth to my Apple Music and start playing the birthday playlist I made for today. We sing and laugh at the song choices. I play a bunch of birthday songs from 50 Cent to Selena Gomez.
Once inside, we head over to Victoria’s Secret. Picking out a few different pieces, I head to the dressing room. In this one there is a chair in front of a long mirror. Rocky settles into the chair waiting for me.
“Be right back, I'm going to try the first one on.” I hold up a black set with lace. If you can’t tell by now, lace is my favorite.
“Okay, don't take too long or I'm going to have to come in and assist you,” he says with a lopsided grin. I swear when he looks at me like that it's an instant ocean in my panties.
The first one I put on is okay, it looks better on the hanger than on me. It’s black lace with push-up support, and panties that are also lace.
I step out of the room and walk onto the platform pedestal, and he looks up from his phone.
“Damn, pretty girl. You look good enough to eat.” He licks his lips.
“Thank you, how do you like this one?”
“Oh, I love it, but I think I'll need to see more before I can make my decision.”
“Okay, I’ll go try on the next one.”
I walk back into the changing room and try on an olive green one. I look at myself in the mirror and I love what I see. It’s a cropped loose tank that buttons and then ties right at my sternum. But under that top is a bra that has lace and flowers on it. The panties are booty shorts that have a green trim and black lace that flares around my ass. It makes me look and feel so sexy.
I walk out and he looks up at me and drops his phone. He gets up and steps behind me. I’m facing the mirror, but I see him walking towards me in long strides. He pulls me against him and starts running his hands up and down my body.
Kissing my neck, he says, “You look fucking amazing in this.”
Kiss “Sexy.”
Kiss “This one.”
He’s still touching me, and I let out a soft moan at the feeling. His fingers skim my body as goosebumps rise on my skin making my body buzz at the contact. Who would have known that someone’s touch could make you crave it? I crave his touch. It’s like my whole-body lights up. My heart races at the touch of his fingers. I know what his fingers can do, and my pussy is getting wet just thinking about his fingers touching me.
“But you haven't seen the other one,” I say breathlessly as my breathing begins to become erratic.
“I don't need nor want to see anything else. Can you be my good girl and stay quiet for me?”
I nod at him as I bite my bottom lip. He’s still touching me. My body feels like it is on fire. I shiver as his hands go lower towards my pussy. I feel his cock getting harder as he’s pressed up against me. I want him so bad, but words fail me. I think if I talk it will be a jumble of word vomit.
“Words, Monti,” he commands.
“Yes,” I manage to say breathlessly.
“Good girl.”
Well, damn, that escalated quickly, but I’m fucking here for it.