Denim Blues: Montana Heirs 1

by Ashley Kay

  Shifting his hand to my thigh, he replies, “Maybe in the parks at night, but overall no. It’s taxis, horns honking, and busy streets that serenade me.”

  “Sounds dreadful.” I wrinkle my nose.

  “It’s not so bad. Sometimes it’s too quiet here, hard to sleep.”

  “You miss it?”

  Drawing circles on my jeans, he smiles. “Not so much anymore.”

  My heart warms and skips a beat.

  Suddenly, we turn onto a dirt road and the truck lurches back and forth. Grabbing the bar above me, I squeak out, “Where are you taking us?”

  “Don’t worry, baby. I have no plans on murdering you and tossing you in the woods. Relax, we’re almost there.”

  A few more bumps and we stop.

  Preston leans over the center console, grabs my chin, and kisses me. “Come on, I got something to show you.”

  The truck dips when he jumps out, and he heads toward the back. I grab my jacket—the breeze is cutting through my thin shirt. Shutting the door, I turn and inspect my surroundings. We’re in a clearing, a sprawling field with grass up to my ankles that stretches out for yards. Pine trees enclose us in this isolated piece of heaven.

  He rolls back the tarp, tossing it on the ground beside the tires. Laying down the tailgate, he hauls himself up into the back. Reaching down, he offers his hand. I take it and he pulls me up into the bed.

  I cover my mouth with my hands and smile. There are mounds of pillows and blankets piled up on a soft pad for us to rest back on. A cooler is off to one side, a small radio on the other.

  He moves the pillows around and sits down, sliding off his boots. Patting the spot beside him, he commands, “Get your gorgeous ass over here.”

  Toeing my shoes off, I squish my feet into the softest blanket. Kneeling, I crawl next to him, cuddling into his side, his arms hooking around my waist, leaving no space in-between.

  I lean on his shoulder and take a deep breath. “This is perfect. Where did you find this place? I didn’t even know it existed.”

  Shrugging, he kisses my temple. “I have my ways. Just look up.”

  A spectacular show awaits us in the heavens. The moon is high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow on everything around us. Millions of stars dot the sky among swirls of purples and deep blues you don’t get to see in the city. I can’t tear my eyes away. This same scene greets me every night, but sitting next to this man and gazing at the sky together squeezes tight, the living organ in my chest.

  “It’s beautiful,” I breathe out. We lie like this for what feels like hours, just watching the night sky cast a perfect Van Gogh painting. There is something about observing the stars that shows you just how small we are in the universe and makes you wonder if we’re ever truly alone.

  Bringing my eyes down, I point across the field we’re parked in. “Look!” There are glowing eyes in the woods, most likely a small woodland creature curious about us. I swing my eyes to Preston, but he isn’t watching them—his eyes are on me. Even in the dark, the charged look is clear.

  “You’re beautiful, Montana. Inside and out. I’m really lucky to have met you.”

  Blushing, I cover my cheeks with my cool hands. “Sheesh, you have to be the most smooth-talking man I’ve ever met. Keep it up and I might let you in my pants tonight.”

  He tilts his head back and chuckles. “I think you’ll let me alright, and you’ll most definitely enjoy it.”

  Anticipation shivers through me, and I grab a blanket to rest over my quivering legs.

  Preston reaches for the cooler, opening it. Pulling out a bottle of chilled wine, he hands it to me, along with the opener, as he rifles through another bag. I have the wine opened just as he produces two glasses dangling between his fingers. Filling the glasses half-way, he clinks his against mine.

  “Let’s make a toast. To beautiful nights like these and the opportunity to see it again. Together.”

  “I second that.” Downing the contents of my small glass, the wine settles in my stomach and the heat of it spreads throughout my body.

  Preston takes our empty glasses and lays them gently in the bag. He swings back around, pulling me onto his lap until I’m straddling his legs. Rubbing my hands up his broad chest, I’m already tingling, and not just from the drink. It’s the entire night. The thoughtfulness going into this date, the way he makes me feel, physically and emotionally.

  Heat from his body soaks into mine. His hands dig into my back, forcing me down to press into his growing arousal. “See what you do to me? I can’t get enough of you. It’s never enough.” Cursing, he grabs my hair, wrapping it around his hand and bends my head to drag his lips to mine.

  His mouth, soft and warm, begs me to open up for him. Parting my lips, he slips his tongue in, bringing with it the taste of sweet wine as a lick of fire races from my head to toes.

  I want to free myself from the clothes between us. I need to be skin to skin, body to body, all hard lines and soft edges.

  Breaking apart to catch a breath, I watch as a smooth finger lightly grazes my collarbone, my tender skin tingling under his feather touch. Trailing down my arms, Preston’s hands finally slide under my shirt and onto my bare skin, only fueling the inferno threatening to consume me.

  I take a deep breath, inhaling the rich scents of the earth before slowly lifting my arms for Preston to take my shirt off. After he tosses it behind me, I stretch my arms back, unhooking my bra, letting the straps fall down my arms, my eyes holding his hostage.

  My nipples harden in the cool air for a split second before the warm heat of his mouth encloses over one and his large palm engulfs the other. Gasping, I bow my back, thrusting my chest into his face, wanting him closer. I claw at his hair and a growl rumbles in his chest as he sucks harder before popping off.

  “Say you’re mine … please.” He buries his plea into my chest, his hair tickling my skin.

  Curling over him, I hug him close. “I think you had me even when you were annoying the crap out of me.”

  He chuckles before lifting his head, and I cradle his face with my hands. A lock of dark hair falls over his brow and I brush it back, kissing the tip of his nose.

  “Forgive me for all the times I was an asshole?” he murmurs, the groove between his eyebrows deep.

  “You’re forgiven. Does this mean I can call you my boyfriend?” I’m stepping into something here that I can’t take back, but I have to go over the edge and see how far he’ll go with me. The only sounds I hear are the blood rushing through my ears and the crickets’ song rising and falling in waves across the field.

  A corner of his mouth turns up, and he hauls me flush to his chest, his heart hammering. “Can you feel how fast my heart is racing? It’s never beat like that for anyone else but you. Call me whatever you want, Savy, as long as I’m the only one you’re calling out for.”

  I let out my pent-up breath and press my lips hard into his. Grabbing my head, he slants his mouth and kisses me back with a ferocity that leaves me panting.

  I know I’m wet before he inches his other fingers into the waistband of my leggings. Stretching the fabric, I lift to my knees so he can lower them over my behind. Not wanting to waste any more time, I stand on shaky legs and rip them off, careless to where they land after I throw them. Kneeling in only my panties, I push Preston back onto the pillows.

  Taking one of his hands, I guide him to the lacy material of my underwear and press his fingers into the damp scrap of fabric. “Do you feel what you do to me? I want you in a way I’ve wanted no one before.”

  A low moan escapes his lips as he pushes aside the thin fabric and dips a finger into my soaking core. Grinding on his hand, I rock as he finds my sensitive clit, circling it with his thumb. My head tilts back, a primal sound of pleasure passing through my swollen lips, as stars prick the back of my eyelids, competing with the ones up above.

  Eyes still closed, the ministrations of his fingers shrink my plane of existence to this one moment, and I almost forge
t he’s still fully clothed. That’s not acceptable. Opening one eye, I angle my head down. “Why are you still dressed? Get naked. Now.”

  Pausing the glorious exploration of my body, he laughs and lifts me off him. It gives me time to hold off exploding before the finale even begins. Plus, watching him strip isn’t something I want to miss.

  “I fucking love your demanding attitude,” he says as he sits up and grips the back of his shirt by the collar, pulling it over his head in one fluid movement. His muscles ripple, and another wash of arousal flashes through me.

  He removes his belt—the whoosh of the leather teases of what’s coming and the sound of the zipper slowly lowering breaks through my heavy breathing. Unable to take it any longer, I move his hand and finish it for him. Lifting, he shrugs out of his jeans and boxer-briefs, balling them up and tossing them somewhere behind me. His erection springs up, bobbing as precum glistens in the moonlight.

  Licking my lips, I watch his hooded eyes shutter and close as I lower my mouth to the tip, slightly flicking it back and forth with my tongue. A harsh pant expels from his mouth and I take him in as far as I can go. His hands grip my head, holding it still as he guides his engorged cock in and out, his legs shuddering with each move. Smiling around him, I enjoy the sensation of pleasing him, bringing him to figurative knees with each suck and pull of my mouth.

  “Savy, as much as I want to fucking come down your throat right now,” he pauses, panting as I drag my tongue from his base all the way to his tip, “I would rather you ride my dick and let me feel your pussy clench all over me.” He husks out before his hands lift me up, rip off my panties, and holds me hovering over his twitching cock. His mouth then crashes on mine, tongue slashing and lips bruising under the sweet assault.

  Lining my slick slit with his throbbing erection, I sit down as he thrusts up and buries himself all the way in, hands punishing my hips with his firm grip. My eyes roll back in my head as he fills up every inch available inside me. Blankets cushion my knees as I rock back and forth on him, sweeping my clit on his pelvic bone with each pass.

  Our moans get lost to the wild, joining the nocturnal animals, echoing in the vast space between us and the rest of the world.

  Preston drags his lips down my chest and back up to my neck, sucking my flesh, marking me, taking my pleasure higher with each thrust and swirl of those hips. His fingers gouge into the tender flesh of my backside, slamming me into him, shredding any control I thought I had over my body. The pressure builds up from my core and in one long silent scream—I come violently. Arching my spine, my pussy throbs and pulses around Preston, coaxing out his release as the sound of my name leaves his lips in a warrior cry.

  Hearts pounding into one another, sweat slicking our bodies, I chuckle faintly into his chest, his fine hairs grazing my face.

  “Laughing after hot sex. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” His question vibrates my chest, eliciting a snort.

  “Totally normal reaction from mind-blowing orgasms. Don’t mind me.” Sitting up, I grab his cheeks and press a long kiss to his lips. “It was perfect. Best date ev—” Before I can finish my sentence, a raindrop plops on my nose and slips down my lips into my mouth. Another splashes in Preston’s eye and I shriek as more drops fall from the sky in rapid succession.

  “Get in the truck!” Preston yells over the thunder that booms after lightning strikes the sky. Throwing a blanket over my bare shoulders, he picks up my clothes and guides me down from the truck bed. Feet slipping in the wet grass, I grip the door handle, preventing a fall and rip open the door. Hopping in, I shut the door on the blanket and open it again to bring all the material in. Shivering from being naked and wet, I clutch the blanket, starting the truck to crank on the heat.

  The windows are fogging from the rapid change in weather, and I squint to catch a look at Preston, scrambling to grab his things and put the tarp back on over the mountain of pillows in the truck bed. Covering my mouth, I giggle as the driver’s side door opens—the steady rain silhouetting a naked Preston, his strong jaw tense under the harsh interior lights.

  Throwing his clothes in the back, he clambers in and slams the door shut. “Guess, I should have checked the weather before I planned this,” he grumbles, swiping back his slick hair.

  My giggles have now transformed into full-blown belly laughs.

  “You think this is funny?” His lips turn up and one second later he shakes out his hair like a dog, spraying rainwater all over us. Shrieking, I hold up the blanket only for him to snatch it out of the way.

  A flash of lightning and the rumble of thunder shuts up my laughter, and I glance over at Preston. “Here, I’ll share the blanket. We might be here for a bit and uh, we’re naked on Shelby’s truck seats.”

  He grimaces. “Oh fuck, don’t tell him. I said I’d bring back his truck in pristine condition. Although, he’s the messiest man I’ve met so he probably wouldn’t notice the difference.”

  Leaning over the console to grab the clothes from the back, I’m awarded another close-up of Preston’s wide chest with rainwater still clinging to him. Down, girl.

  We put on our clothes—although damp, it’s better than sticking to the vinyl seats.

  Preston peers out the front window as another streak of lightning flashes across the sky. “Sorry for ruining the date.”

  I sit up and run a hand over his arm. “It wasn’t ruined. Honestly, this is the most fun I’ve had on a date. Most guys around here think the idea of a fun date is cow tipping.”

  Preston curls his lip in disgust. “I don’t even know what that is, but it sounds awful. For the date and the cows.”

  “You’ve got a lot to learn, cowboy, but yeah, that’s about how exciting it can get around here for us ladies.”

  Leaning his head back against the headrest, he takes my hand and holds it in his lap. “I don’t believe you. I’m sure men have been lining up to take you out to do more than tip cows. Is it bad that I want to knock out every single one of them that tries to look your way?”

  “Your jealously has no merit here. I promise, there has been no one worth it in a few years.”

  Lifting the center console, I scoot closer to him and lay the blanket across our laps.

  “Until now?” The question warms me more than the truck heat.

  “Until now.” I lean my head on his shoulder and listen to the melody of the rain pattering the windows.

  Preston clears his throat, and I raise my head. He strokes my hair as a small smile appears on his lips. “I want to tell you about what happened between Grey and I.” He shifts but keeps his tight grip on me. “It’s time. I should have told you a while ago, but I just couldn’t for many reasons.”

  This is a big deal for him. Stroking his hand, I keep my eyes on his and nod.

  Taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes, leaning his head against the window, his brows creasing. The pounding rain only amplifies the pounding of my pulse waiting for Preston’s confession.

  “It was in college. Senior year. I had just proposed to my fiancée the summer before we started classes, and we were busy making wedding plans. We had set the date for after we graduated. One night we were fighting over something stupid.” He runs a hand down his face. “It was right before a frat party. I didn’t even want to go, but Grey convinced us, so we went. She ignored me the entire night. Finally, I went searching for her and found her and Greyson in a back bedroom together. They were naked and trying to shove their clothes back on.” The octave of his voice drops to a faint whisper.

  Stunned, I freeze in place. “What happened?” my voice soft—if I speak any louder, I’ll break the fragile state he’s in.

  “I punched Grey in the face and left them. I told Scarlett the engagement was off, and I didn’t speak to either of them again after that. She tried to talk to me, but I was finished. She gave back the ring, and I moved out on my own. Graduated and went to work for my dad.”

  Scarlett? I crinkle my brows, a thought hitting me in the bac
k of my mind, drilling down deep into my consciousness, forcing me into the destruction.

  The truth slams into me just as lightning strikes, illuminating Preston’s drawn face.

  Scarlett was Preston’s former fiancée. Turtle. Theo’s mom.

  My stomach roils, and I’m thankful for the darkness to hide my alarmed face. How come I didn’t know this? How could Greyson do that to him? Why did he lie to me about it? Bile rises, and I have to force it back down.

  My heart shatters for the man right next to me. For him and for me.

  “Savy? You ok?”

  Shaking my head slightly, I’m horrified. I can’t say anything to him. I can’t let him know that I’ve known Scarlett for years, that I’ve spent time with her—wait—he doesn’t know that Theo is hers. He would never have been so calm and willing to repair their relationship so quickly if he knew the truth. Oh god … all he’s going to feel is betrayal and the part I’m playing in it. He’ll never believe that I did not know. He just won’t. My heart splinters and pierces my body with thousands of razor-sharp shards, callously ripping me open, bleeding me out.

  Tears sting the back of my eyelids. I can’t stay silent forever, but I don’t know what to say, to make this right, to go back in time and erase his pain. Rubbing my hands up and down my arms, I finally face him. A tear rolls down my cheek and he catches it with his finger.

  “I’m so sorry that happened to you. I—I’m shocked.” I wasn’t lying, my insides are electrocuted, fried from the bolt of lightning snaking through my soul.

  He blinks slowly, taking uneven breaths. “I’m sorry, I know he’s your friend.”

  “But, he’s your brother!” I wail, then cup my mouth with my hands. The need to talk to Greyson is fierce. I need him to make this right. I can’t sit here any longer, or I’ll open the floodgates and tell Preston everything.

  I want to console the man in front of me, but it would feel so wrong. I want to take him in my arms and warm him from the inside out, but I can’t. Someone has stolen the moment from us and he doesn’t even know it. He can’t know. It would break him like it’s breaking me.