Page 35 of Bleeding Blackheart

Placing my hand on her lower back, I guide her back to our table. “Let’s get you something to eat.”

As soon as she’s sat, she asks me for another beer. Against my better judgement, I get her one, promising myself that this’ll be her last. Montana has an entirely different wild side that comes out when she’s under the influence, and I don’t want her to do anything she regrets.

With her too dazed to focus, I order her something to eat, and she eats it quickly which makes me smile. I know I haven’t been as nice to her as I could be, but I’d never let her starve. Hearing that her father didn’t feed her for a week and left her in a cage means he’s even worse than I imagined. I take a look around the room seeing if anyone’s looking our way. I know no one is, but I’m still a little paranoid. Who knows what he’d do if he saw me and Montanatogether right now? As long as we’re careful, he’ll never have to know, and on Monday she and I both can become ghosts.

I order something to eat for myself, and once both of our plates are cleared, I pay our tab and walk us back to the truck. Once I get Montana buckled in, I get in on my side and take us back to the motel.

Three beers for me takes the edge off where I can kick back and relax, but three beers for Montana makes her turn into a pile of mush. I wanted us to both take showers before bed, but she’s barely capable of standing. I help her unpack her things, getting her to brush her teeth while she sits on the closed toilet seat, and once she’s rinsed out her mouth and used the bathroom, I decide she can do the rest of her grooming in the morning. “Go get changed and into bed.”

I want to wait to shower until morning too, but taking a cold one will probably help me sleep better. Once I make sure Montana’s alright, I take my turn in the bathroom with the door open, strip down quickly, and get in the shower.

I take my time brushing my teeth and washing my face, still feeling my impure thoughts float around in my mind. Montana’s under the covers with her eyes closed and I get changed quickly, putting on a pair of gray sweats and a white tee. I get her bedside lamp cut out and am seconds away from turning off mine when I pull the blanket back and see her naked underneath aside from her panties. “Where are your clothes, Montana?”

She sighs and buries her face in her pillow. “I was too tired to put on my nightgown. Hurry up and get in here. It’s cold.”

I’ve seen Montana naked a bunch of times already, but not in the bed I’m sleeping in. Deep down I know I should take the couch with her in the state she’s in, but I climb in beside her, ignoring the voice of reason in my head while I’ve still got a slight buzz going.

After I turn off my lamp, I rest my head on my own pillow. “Go ahead and get to sleep. We’re leaving first thing in the morning for Utah.”

She snuggles up to me, resting her head on my shoulder. “I had fun tonight.”

I brush her hair off her shoulder, sinking my fingers into it. “I did too.” I shouldn’t touch her like this. Not right now when she’s barely conscious of what we’re doing.

Her soft hand wraps around my wrist, and she presses her lips to my neck. “Touch me, Blackheart. I know you want to.”

I want to do more than touch her. I want to consume her. I want to punish and bruise her. My entire body vibrates with her heat next to me, and I slide my hand to the front of her body, cupping one of her large breasts.

I haven’t touched a pair of tits in twelve years.

Montana’s tits are so warm. So soft and plump. I want to wrap my lips around her tight brown nipples. I want to paint her chest with my cum. She holds her hand over mine and starts to moan softly. “Blackheart.”

I flick her nipple, making her whimper. “It’s Gunner.”

Her tired eyes meet mine. “What?”

“Gunner. That’s my name, Montana. When you moan my name, that’s the one you use.”

She runs her thumb over my lips and lets out a breathy sigh. “Fuck me, Gunner.”

I’m seconds away from flipping her onto her back and driving into her bloody cunt when I remember that I encouraged her to get drunk tonight. And while she’s not blacked out, she’s not in her right mind. Having sex with her right now wouldn’t be right. I’d be taking advantage of her, and I’d wake up full of guilt knowing I could’ve said no.

But I want her. I want to kiss her lips so badly. Her pupils are dilated and her nipples stare back at me, and I yearn to have her. I’ve never wanted sex this bad in my life.

I want her more than I ever wanted my Margaret, and admitting that to myself makes me want to leave Montana alone in this room and never return.

I feel my dick start to leak when I release her breast and cup her soft cheek instead. “Go to sleep, Montana.”

She frowns, turning away from me. “If you don’t want me, just say so.”

I want this girl more than I want goddamn air. To think I almost put a bullet in her head yesterday. I wrap my arms around her waist, tucking her head under my chin. “I do want you. I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you. But we’re both drunk, and we hate each other. You’ll remember that in the morning when you sober up. Go to sleep, Montana. We have a long few days ahead of us.”

She yawns and presses her butt against me. “Goodnight.”

I kiss the top of her head. “Goodnight, Montana.”

She pauses and grabs one of my hands that holds her waist. “It’s nice to meet you, Gunner.”

I’ve completely lost it. She knows my name. After twelve years, another woman knows my name. I pull the blanket over her higher, not wanting her to get cold. I close my eyes,trying not to think about how this is all about to end. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

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