Page 72 of Bleeding Blackheart

Sweat pours down Montana’s chest while her cunt squeezes my dick, and I spill inside her, holding her arms steady so she doesn’t slip off the table.

Once she comes down from her high, I remove my belt, rubbing her tiny face with my hands.

Her shiny eyes look up at me, and when she starts to cry, I panic. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Shit—was the belt too tight? Did I hurt her too much?

Montana wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her face against my chest. “I just really like you, cowboy.”

I lift her off the table, wrapping her soft legs around me. “I really like you too, little fox. I love you.”

I lie in bed with Montana while we wait for our pizza to show up. Neither one of us felt like watching a movie, and we’ve spent the last half hour talking.

Montana touches my lips with her fingers and scoots closer to me. “What’s your last name, Gunner?”

I’m almost upset with her for not knowing, but I laugh at myself for realizing I never told her. “My last name is Winter, Montana Elizabeth.”

She fiddles with one of the braids I just put in her hair. “Winter. That’s lovely. What’s your middle name?”

I pull her hand off her braid and bite her fingers. “What do you want to know after that? My social security number?”

She smacks her lips. “If I want to know your middle name, I have the right since you knew my entire name the day you came after me. And I’m supposed to know your middle name. I’m your girlfriend.” She winks and wiggles her nose.

“My middle name is River.”

Montana grins. “Gunner River Winter. I bet you were the cutest baby.”

I roll on my back. “I wouldn’t know. My dad burned all of my baby photos.”

She climbs onto my chest, resting her hands on it. “Your dad was a real piece of shit.”

I let out a loud laugh that rocks her on top of me. “He was. Just like yours is.”

Her warm laughter fills my cup, and I rest my hands on her back until our delivery driver rings the doorbell.

30

Montana

Isit on a wooden chest in Skye’s stall while Gunner washes her face. “I’m gonna miss her.”

Her honey blonde coat is shiny and healthy, and her mane is long and beautiful.

Gunner kisses her nose. “I know. I should’ve never let Colt have her. She belongs with me. With us.”

With us. I can’t believe tomorrow will be one week since Gunner and I have met. He almost shot me, spanked me several times, and after he told me he loved me before bed last night, we spent the next three hours fucking like rabbits. Despite how unusual our story is, it’s one I love, and it’s not even the most bizarre thing I’ve ever faced.

I stand up and rub her neck. “We should just take her with us.”

Gunner laughs, finishing up his task. “We should.”

After we get everything cleaned up, I sit in the car while Gunner gets our luggage in it. Today’s the day we go toNevada to face my father. Today’s the day we hopefully end his life.

Gunner comes out of the house with his black hat on that matches his black tee, and he hops into the driver’s side beside me. “Don’t be scared, Montana. We’re ending this. That’s what this is all about. Finding that lowlife and bringing him to his end.”

We’re going to find Mason Barnes and bring him to his end. I repeat Gunner’s words in my head over and over like a mantra, trying to get myself to believe they’re true.

We ride with the windows down in the Camero on the way to Nevada. Images of our first road trip play in my mind. I feel like we’re going in circles. I lean back in my seat, attempting to relax before the unknown. “What are we gonna do when we get there?”

Gunner taps his finger on the wheel. “We’ll call him. He sent for us, so he’s who we should talk to.”

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