Page 62 of Hell or High Water

I needed to go back to the other room. As much as I wanted to wait and see her wet and naked, I knew I’d not be able to stop myself. I’d wanted to try and be friends, but friends with benefits rarely worked with inexperienced females. Getting them to understand that sex was just pleasure, something meant to be enjoyed, not a life sentence of only getting to fuck the same damn person was difficult It took the hot and sexy out real fast when you looked at it that way.

Closing the divider, I made my way out of the bedroom.

I liked Montana. I didn’t want to hurt her. She’d been hurt enough. But I also wanted my mouth on her pussy, among other things. I’d have to find the line and walk it to keep her from thinking she felt things for me, like love.

I wasn’t the kind of guy someone needed to fall in love with. There were several females who could back me up on that. They’d made the mistake of telling me they loved me. It was the last time I’d seen or talked to them. I wouldn’t be surprised if they each had a dartboard with my picture on it in their bedroom.

Twenty-Eight

Montana

Than looked over at me from the sofa, where he sat, drinking a cup of coffee, when I walked into the main part of the cabin. When he hadn’t returned to the bedroom, I’d taken longer than necessary to dry my hair and get dressed. I’d worried he wanted space after having a moment to think about what it was we were doing or had done. I knew if I acted different with him, it was very likely he’d shut me out completely.

I didn’t know this game or how to play it. I’d never been in a situation like this before. This was the first time I’d ever wanted a guy more than he did me. Than didn’t want more than my body and the things we’d done in the bedroom this morning. He might possibly want sex. Would I give him that?

I’d made it to nineteen as a virgin, and I hadn’t had any friends back in Monroe who could say the same. But then their mommas hadn’t been a walking advertisement for what happened to girls who had sex with the wrong guy. I hadn’t tried to remain a virgin. There just had never been the right guy. I’d never felt…I’d never felt what I had with Than this morning. I had wanted him so much that all common sense left me.

“Jayda left a breakfast casserole thing. It has tater tots and shit in it. Looks good. I put it in the oven,” Than told me, then patted the spot beside him on the sofa with a little nod of his head as an invitation for me to come sit beside him.

I had to keep my head this time. Stay sane.

His blue eyes stayed on me as he took a drink, and I walked over to the sofa to sit down. I left some space between us, and he let out a deep chuckle.

“You’ve come on my fingers, Six,” he said, then patted the spot right beside him again. “I think you can get a little closer than that.”

Play it cool, Montana. Act like you did before. Don’t show him any weakness. You can do this.

Leaning back, I crossed my legs, trying not to grin as his eyes immediately went from my face to the shorts I was wearing and then traveled all the way to my feet.

“As long as you’re calling me Six, I think I’ll sit here,” I replied.

His gaze shot back up to mine. The corners of my lips quirked as I fought back the smile that wanted to spread.

“All right, but Twenty doesn’t have the same ring to it,” he replied.

Raising my eyebrows, I held his gaze. “Twenty?”

He nodded his head once. “Would you prefer Cherry Pie? Or Sugar Cookie? Better yet, you could straddle my lap, and I could start calling you Cowgirl.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Momma worked with a Cherry Pie and a Cookie. Their real names were Brenda and Ginger. I don’t intend to make my living on a stage. Why would you call me either of those? And Cowgirl? Seriously?”

He leaned back and propped his left ankle on his right knee, then rested his coffee on his thigh. He’d put on a pair of navy sweatpants and a snug white T-shirt, and as good as he looked in them, I missed the sight of his bare, muscular thighs and six-pack.

“Cherry Pie,” he drawled. “Come on now. That one is easy. Your cherry is still intact.”

My eyes widened, causing him to laugh and his eyes to dance with amusement.

“Sugar Cookie, not just Cookie, because you smell like vanilla with the faintest touch of cinnamon. And from the little taste I had of your pussy on my fingers, you’re just as sweet.”

The heat rushed to my face, and I shifted slightly as my core began to tingle.

He dropped his left foot back to the floor and patted his thigh. “You sure you don’t want to come ride? You can keep on your bottoms and rub one out on me. I’ve already got a semi, but if you climb on my lap, it’ll be fully erect for you.”

I let out a shaky breath. If he was going to talk to me like this all the time, I was going to stay in a constant state of arousal. The thought of straddling him and doing exactly what he said was tempting.

He reached over and cupped the side of my face, brushing his thumb over my cheek in a slow back-and-forth motion. “Sweet Girl would fit too,” he said in a husky tone. “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

Oh good Lord. My body was one combined ache now.

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