Page 58 of Hell or High Water

What the fuck?

“Oh God, OH GOD!” She rocked on my hand, although I was frozen.

Vanilla and cinnamon.

My eyes went wide, fully opening, and I pushed myself up onto my elbow to look down at the female in my bed.

But this wasn’t my bed. And the vision of Montana coming was unlike anything I’d ever seen. As long as I lived, there would be nothing that fucking beautiful. Her pink lips looked swollen. Especially the bottom one. As if she had been biting it. They were slightly open, but her eyes were closed. The expression of complete bliss on her face had me pulsing.

Her ass pushed back on my cock hard, and that one move, with the way she looked while I had my fingers buried inside her, set me off.

A low groan of pleasure came from my chest, and I held her tightly against me as I shot my fucking load into my boxers, like a twelve-year-old.

Twenty-Six

Montana

What had just happened?

No, scratch that. I knew what had happened. I just wasn’t sure why. That was a lie. I knew why I’d let it happen. The moment Than’s hand started wandering over my body and I felt his erection pressing against my bottom, I knew I wasn’t stopping him. The tingling that ran through my body was far too pleasurable. I just hadn’t expected myself to get so…so…out of control. I’d told him I was coming.

My face heated as I stared up at him. He was breathing heavy, and his eyes were hooded, as if he’d just woken up. Then his gaze drifted slowly down my neck and stopped on my chest. I held my breath, waiting for him to say something, but he remained silent. Even as his fingers slid out of me.

I closed my eyes from the sensation and inhaled sharply through my nose.

“How?” he asked in a husky voice.

My eyes popped back open, and I stared wide-eyed at him. How what?

I shook my head, not sure what he meant and unable to find my voice after that.

If he meanthow did we just do that, then I was going to die of humiliation. He’d been awake, right? I hadn’t just taken advantage of a sleeping man, had I? I mean, he’d started it, so that wasn’t taking advantage, was it? Should I have made sure he was aware of what he was doing? He had been talking to me.

“With a face and body like this, how are you a virgin at nineteen?” he asked.

Relief came instantly. He’d been awake. I let out a breath that sounded almost like a laugh.

“You never met my mom,” I told him.

His brows drew together. “You’re a virgin because of your mom?” he asked incredulously.

Without him saying it, I knew what he was thinking. My momma had been a stripper and slept with married men. I was a product of one of those affairs. But he hadn’t known her. What was good for her had never been acceptable for me. She’d wanted more. She’d wanted me to have it all and be all she hadn’t been given the chance to.

“She didn’t want me to have her life,” I told him.

He studied me, then lifted his hand to his mouth and stuck two fingers inside. My body flushed at the realization of which two fingers they were. He sucked them, then pulled them out of his mouth. His nostrils flared as his eyes heated.

“Your pussy tastes as fucking incredible as your skin does,” he told me.

My body shivered from his words.

He ran the tip of his finger down over my collarbone to the valley between my breasts, and a deep rumble in his chest sent a thrill through me. Was he going to touch me some more?

“I’m not allowed to fuck you,” he told me as his fingertip circled a nipple. “But we won’t fuck. I’ll just touch and taste.” He lifted his eyes to me. “Will you let me do that? I’ll make you feel good. You can even ride my face.”

Ride his face? Oh God. I struggled to breathe.

“You gonna let me do that, Six?” he asked.

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