Page 45 of Bleeding Blackheart

He raises a brow. “You still on the rag?”

My face burns and I scowl at his laughter. “No, asshole, I’m not. Look, Gunner, I haven’t been on a horse in ten years.”

Rubbing Skye’s nose, he comes over to my side, placing his hand on my lower back. “You don’t forget how to ride. Come on. Put your foot in the stirrup. I’ve got you.”

Taking comfort in his fingers on my spine, I hoist myself up while he gives me a boost, and I cling to the horn for dear life while Skye gets used to me.

He opens the gate to her stall, leading us out onto the open field.

I look down at him while my pulse raises. “What about the reins?”

He kisses Skye’s muzzle. “She doesn’t like reins.” Without another word, he whistles at her, and she takes off while I hang on, screaming into the night.

I don’t know how long she runs for, but when I look over my shoulder, Gunner looks like a speck. She loops around a lone bale of hay, heading back the way we came, and she jumps over a pole that’s set up in the field then runs over a ramp while I keep a hand on the horn and the other on her neck.

My screams turn into laughter while she takes me through her obstacle course, and once she sees a carrot, shetakes me back over to Gunner, eating the treat from him eagerly.

He gives her pats and tells her what a good girl she is. “I taught Skye how to do all of that before I got Willow. Then I taught Willow this same routine.”

I watch Gunner while he gives Skye affection, feeling my heart pound. He wasn’t lying when he said he still has his heart. He does. And his love still flows from it too. It’s wrapped up in all of his beautiful horses.

He walks me back to Skye’s stall, and after he helps me down, he gets her secured. I don’t even realize he’s grabbed my hand until I feel his thumb brush over my wrist, and he pulls me to a stop in the middle of the backyard.

I look up at him, and he lets go of my hand, bringing histhumb to my cheek. I stand frozen, not wanting to scare him off while he brings his other hand up, cupping my face while he looks in my eyes.

I can see the stars behind his head, and I hold my breath, waiting for him to say something snarky or pull away. But his cold ring on his right hand brushes against my neck while he holds me closer, and then he lowers his face to mine, and then he press his lips to my lips, sucking up the moan I let out when he does.

I wrap my arms around his waist, holding onto him for support while he devours me. His kiss is needy and hungry.

“Montana,” he breathes against my mouth. I open my mouth to say his back, but I can’t before his tongue is inside me, tasting and taking from me. I’ve never been kissed like this before, and I never want to be without this kiss again.

His hands slide down my body while he bites and sucks my lips, and when I feel his hands at the hem of my tee, I lift my arms willingly, letting him break our bond for a second to toss the garment to the side.

The cool air from outside nips my skin, but I welcome it, holding my chest high when he unclips my bra. Then his hands are at my shorts, and he yanks them off with my shoes, leaving me in a pink lace thong while we stand outside together.

“Gunner,” I moan as his hands roam all over me. I want him to fuck me, but not out here on the grass.

Knowingly, he scoops me up, wrapping my legs around his hips while he leaves my clothes outside, leading us back to the house. I wrap my arms around his neck with my tits pressed against his chest, feeling my pussy leak for him.

Last Friday morning feels like years away. The girl I was then is a distant memory to me. The man who pointed hisgun at me isn’t the man with his nose in my hair, palming my ass while he carries me upstairs. Today isn’t anything like that day.

I dig my nails into his shoulders while I move my face in front of his, making him kiss me again. Being aware that we’re both sweaty and filthy only makes me want him more. When we get back to the bedroom, he shuts the door behind us with his foot and sits me down on the bed.

“I need you, Montana. I want you. Tell me I can have you, baby.” The man in front of me stares into my eyes, looking like he’s ready to burst.

I sit with my legs wide, my tits on display, ready and eager for whatever he wants to do to me. “Take me, Gunner. I’m yours.”

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Gunner

It takes me a split second to get naked, and then I go up to my little fox and tear off her pink lace panties. I’m getting ready to ruin my friend’s bedding, and I don’t give a flying fuck about it.

My eyes fall to her small patch of hair, and my cock twitches watching her pretty pussy leak in front of me.

It’s been so long since I’ve done this. I feel all awkward and clumsy like it’s my first time all over again. I should’ve taken her to dinner first. Bought her flowers. Asked her if she wanted me to put a condom on. I should kiss all over her body slowly and eat her pussy until she comes three times. But my need is too powerful. I’m too weak. And if I don’t sink into her in the next ten seconds, I might just talk myself out of the whole thing and bruise her sweet heart further.

The moonlight illuminates the room, and I take a look into the hazel eyes before me. I see a combination of lustand fear, and both turn me on more. I lift her by her arms, sliding her onto the bed further, and once she’s on her back, I spread her legs, hold her arms at her sides, and I snap my hips into hers like water breaking a dam.

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