Page 56 of Bleeding Blackheart

I lean into his chest, breathing in the scent from the lavender bubble bath he brought from home. “If that’s supposed to scare me away, it doesn’t.”

He sinks his fingers in my hair, massaging my head. “Good.”

I start to drift off, but I snap myself awake. “It’s so easy to fall asleep around you.”

He slides his hands in and out slowly. “Good. You’re so damn cute when you’re asleep.”

I feel myself smile at this sappy side of him. I want to soak it up before it disappears again. “Oh, really?”

“Yes, really. When your eyes are closed and you’re breathing heavy, I just want to—” He cuts himself off and moves his hands to my shoulders.

“You just want to what?”

He pauses. “I just want to spread your legs and slide into you.”

I feel his heartbeat quicken behind me. “While I’m asleep?” I’ve heard of stuff like this before, but I’ve never met anyone who’s done it or wanted to.

He starts lathering some shampoo in my hair. “Yeah. But I wouldn’t do that to you. Don’t worry.”

“You can if you want,” I whisper. Something inside me wants to satisfy every single one of my cowboy’s urges. I never thought I’d want someone to fuck me while I sleep, but imagining him doing it turns me on. Who knows? Maybe I’ll come right as I’m waking up. It sounds fun.

He rubs my head softly while his dick presses against me. His massive dick of destruction. That thing is a weapon. “I don’t know, Montana. That’s not something you can really agree to.”

I arch my back while he scrubs my scalp, getting this morning’s dirt out of it. “Yes, I can. I can agree to it beforehand like I am now. You have my consent. And if I ever change my mind, I’ll let you know.”

He groans behind me while he scoops his hands together, rinsing and wringing my hair out. “Are you serious? I would never forgive myself if I did this with you and you didn’t mean it.”

“I do mean it. I don’t care whether I’m dozing off or knocked out. You can have me.”

He starts adding conditioner to my hair. “Montana, you are crazy, girl.”

I playfully elbow him in the ribs. “Says the guy who kidnapped me.”

He reaches forward and pinches my nipples. “You don’t need to keep reminding me.”

I laugh in his arms while he tickles me, feeling like there may be brighter days ahead for the first time in my life.

I sit on Colt’s bed naked while Gunner stands in front of me in just his towel. The look in his eyes tells me we’re not going out for dinner. Or if we do, it won’t be for while.

He comes up to me, rubbing my cheek with his calloused thumb. “I need to taste you, little fox.” His hand slides lower, twisting one of my nipples back and forth softly.

I lick my lips, tilting my head back to give him my full attention. “Then get down here and put your face between my legs.”

He climbs onto the circular bed, laying his head on one of the pillows. “Get on over here and sit your ass on my chin.”

Sore and needy, I crawl over to him with my damp hair on my neck and and lift my right leg to slide over his mouth. His hands grip my ass, holding me down, and when his tongue flicks over my clit, I scream out his name, praying our host can’t hear us.

Gunner sucks my pussy, putting his entire mouth over it while he rubs his lips back and forth over me. I sink my hands in his long hair, pulling it for support. I roll my hips in circles on his mouth, using him to make the ache between my legs feel better.

His pretty eyes look up into mine, and I cup his face, running my thumbs over his pink lips. “That feels so good. You’re such a good boy.”

His nostrils flare, and he shoves his tongue deeper, healing me where he hurt me last night. I shake and tremble while his hands slide up and down my body slowly. His fingertips run up my chest, and he kneads my breasts, forcing me to mewl.

My knees get weak when he pulls my clit into his mouth.

“Fuck. Just like that, Gunner. Good fucking boy.”

He keeps a hand on my right breast, squeezing it forcefully while his left hand spanks my ass hard and fast.

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