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I hear my little fox start to breathe heavier while she drifts off to sleep, and I follow right behind her.

16

Gunner

Iwake up at six a.m. feeling like shit. When I roll over in bed, I see Montana’s not there, and I sit up, panicked, getting ready to grab my gun and look for her.

Before I can get out the bed, I see the bathroom door open, and she’s staring back at me nervously, still naked aside from her panties. “Good morning.”

Of course she didn’t leave. Montana wouldn’t leave me. Not after the night we had. Not after I opened up to her and she did me. I pull the blanket off me, needing some air. “Good morning.”

Even after a night of sleep, I’m still just as bothered as I was when I laid down. But Montana doesn’t let me stay in the moment. She crosses her arms, looking down at me. “Did I ask you to fuck me last night?”

I smile at her, hoping to bring back out her soft and sweet side. “You did.”

She rolls her eyes. “Well, I didn’t mean to.”

Shitty fucking liar.Deciding that it’s a good thing if we keep our distance, I put my walls back up too. “Thank God because I wasn’t interested.”

Something flashes over her face, and I know my words have hurt her. I ignore how her pained little face makes me feel and stand up to stretch my legs. “Go ahead and get showered. We’re leaving as soon as you’re dressed.”

Her stomach grumbles. “What about breakfast?”

“I’ll order something to the room. Don’t take all day, Montana.”

She heads back into the bathroom. “It wouldn’t kill you to be nice, you know?”

I open my phone, looking for the nearest place that delivers. “It just might. Keep the door open.”

Once I hear Montana get the water started, I find a place to get bagels delivered. I get our order put in quickly, and I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I could give Montana some privacy, but I don’t want to. The shower is a clear glass pane and I shouldn’t look, but I can’t help myself. She stays quiet while I get paste on my brush, but when I turn to face her, she starts mouthing off again.

“Have you always been this perverted?”

I stick my brush in my mouth, talking while it starts tofoam up. “I have.”

She rubs her soapy cloth around her nipples. “Well, make sure you get a good look because that’s all you’re going to get.”

I nearly choke on my brush. “I got more than a good look last night.”

She makes some aggravated noise and turns away from me, giving me her back. “I’m never sleeping with you, Gunner. You’re a caveman.”

I finish brushing and rinse my mouth while I palm myself through my pants looking at her ass. “Here are two things you should know, Montana. One, I’d rather fuck a wood chipper than fuck you.” That’s a lie, but I feel like pissing her off right now like she’s doing to me. “And two, you only get to call me by my name if you’re going to be nice. If you’re gonna be a little bitch, you don’t get to use my given name.”

She faces me again with suds all over her. “Why should I be nice if you aren’t?”

I let go of my dick and step closer to the glass. “Oh. So feeding you and clothing you doesn’t qualify as being nice to you?”

She gets as close as she can to the glass, pressing her tits against it. “No, those things are alright. But what’s not nice is trying to shoot me and threatening sexual violence against me.”

I turn away this time, feeling disgusted with myself. All I can think about is Margaret and how horrified she’d be if she saw who I’ve become. I never threatened her or spoke to her like I do Montana. She wouldn’t recognize me if she saw me now. I take a breath and look back at Montana. I look at her tits, but still. They’re attached to her. “I’m sorry I tried to shoot you.”

She scowls.

I tuck my hands in my pockets. “I really am sorry. Honestly. And I’m sorry about the other thing too. I would never force myself on you.” I came very close to doing so, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to yesterday morning and the day before, but I’m glad I didn’t. I’m not sure if I could forgive myself for that.

Her face softens, and she turns toward the water, rinsing off. “Thank you. I’m sorry I called you a caveman.”

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