Trent Men of Clifton, Montana Book 9

by Susan Fisher-Davis

  “She’s so pretty. Do you know what breed she is?”

  “Looks to me like a full-blooded Australian Shepherd. My boss has three of them. She’s what’s known as a blue merle because those spots on her look blue. Aussies come in all different colored coats. Some have tails, and others have little nubs or short tails. She was starving, so I fed her eggs until I was able to get her some dog food.”

  “She loves you already.” Lanie stared at the dog as she laid on the sofa with her head on Trent’s thigh. Lucky dog.

  “Feelings mutual. I’ll take good care of her.”

  “I know you will, but you have to name her. You can’t keep saying, ‘hey dog’.”

  Trent chuckled. “I know. I just can’t think of a good name for her.”

  Lanie looked back to the fire. This was the most they’d ever spoken. The tension in the room was so thick that you could cut it with a knife, and she’d never wanted a man more.

  “What are you doing in Clifton?”

  He seemed startled but looked at her. “I have some business I need to take care of.”

  “Then you’ll leave?”

  “Yes. I have to get back to my job in Billings. What about you? Have you always lived here?”

  “Nope. Been here for close to seven months now. My fiancé preferred screwing my best friend. The dick.”

  “He sounds like one. No one should cheat. If they’re unhappy, break it off first.”

  “Then Melody calls me to apologize. I hung up on the bitch.”

  Trent snorted. “Maybe the bitch and the dick belong together.”

  Lanie laughed and finally started to relax, although she really would love to jump the man’s bones. What could it hurt? He was leaving, and she’d never see him again. She glanced over at him to see him staring at her then his gaze dropped to her lips.

  “Trent?”

  He moved the dog off the sofa and set her on the floor then slid across the couch to cup Lanie’s face in his hands and leaned toward her. His lips hovered above hers.

  “I’m not staying in Clifton, Delaney,” he whispered.

  “I know, and I don’t care. Please, kiss me.”

  “Are you sure about this? No strings?”

  “I’m positive. No strings.”

  “No getting angry when I leave?”

  “I won’t.”

  “Good. Now, can I kiss you or not?”

  She nodded. “Please.”

  When he pressed his lips to hers, she moaned and opened to him. His tongue slid into her mouth, as his hand moved to the back of her head, and his other one moved around her back. The next thing she knew, she was lying across his lap. She raked her fingers through his thick hair, and the curls seemed to grasp her fingers. She moved her tongue against his, and he groaned low in his throat. Lifting his lips from hers, he slid them across her cheek to her ear and ran his tongue around the shell before tugging on the lobe with his teeth. Lanie shivered against him.

  “Trent, I want you so much. I’ve never wanted a man more,” she whispered.

  He raised his head and stared into her eyes. “I want you too.”

  She smiled. “Then what are you waiting for?”

  Trent grinned and stood in one fluid movement, carried her to the bedroom, and kicked the door closed behind them. They laughed when they heard the dog barking.

  “You really need to name her,” Lanie said.

  “Not what’s on my mind right now.” He carried her to the bed and placed her in the center of it then straightened and looked at her.

  Lanie sat up and started to lift her sweater over her head but stopped when he held his hand up.

  “What?” She was afraid he was going to say he’d changed his mind.

  “I want to undress you and kiss every inch I reveal.” He grinned when she groaned.

  He reached behind him and pulled his T-shirt off over his head and dropped it to the floor. Her mouth fell open when she saw his hard pecs, six-pack stomach, and that sexy V. To say the man had a body would be a huge understatement. Huge! Her eyes traveled down to his fly, and she could see his hard cock testing the strength of the zipper. Speaking of huge…

  She was getting so hot just thinking about having this man. She didn’t want any relationship except sex, and she was pretty sure that sex with Trent would be fantastic. She’d let him go when he walked away. A twinge in her heart made her hesitate, but she let it go. Nothing could come of this. She couldn’t take a chance and get another broken heart. It was too soon. Trent walked around to the bottom of the bed and pulled her socks off then he crawled up over her body and put his lips to hers but kept his body off her by his arms.

  “Sit up, darlin’,” he said in a deep voice as he sat back on his heels.

  Lanie sat up, looked into his beautiful dark eyes, and touched his cheek as he leaned back.

  “Anything you say, baby,” she whispered then laughed when he groaned.

  He lifted her sweater up and off over her head and tossed it then stared at her.

  “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he said in a rough voice as he ran the tip of his finger over the lace on her red demi-cup bra.

  Lanie leaned back on her elbows and smiled. “I like sexy lingerie.”

  ****

  “You’re killing me, but it isn’t the sexy lingerie that’s gorgeous. It’s you.” He leaned down and kissed her pushing her onto her back.

  Trent swallowed hard as he moved his lips down over her chin to her neck. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes as he unclasped the front of her bra and her beautiful breasts spilled free. Cupping one in his hand, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her nipple while he kissed his way to the other one. When he swirled his tongue around it, she whimpered, and if he didn’t get some control, he was going to embarrass himself, but then he sucked her nipple into his mouth, rubbed his teeth against it, and her hands gripped his hair. Her nipple hardened into a stiff peak, and he knew right then he didn’t want this to be a onetime thing. He had to have her for as long as he was here then he’d walk away. Back to Billings and forget all about Clifton and Delaney Gates. Moving down her stomach, he kissed her belly and unsnapped her jeans then lowered the zipper. He pushed her jeans down then got off the bed and tugged them down her legs then tossed them to the floor with her sweater. Her red lace panties had him salivating as he stared down at her. Delaney was a beautiful woman. He grinned when she raised her arms to him, and he shook his head.

  “I’ll get there, eventually.” He grinned when she moaned.

  He wrapped his hands around her ankles then moved them up her calves to the back of her knees then back down. Leaning over her, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down, straightened up, and dropped them to the floor. For being petite, she had long legs, and he couldn’t wait to feel them wrapped around his waist. He was sure he’d never been this hard in his life. From the minute he’d set eyes on her when she’d almost ran into him, he couldn’t get her out of his head. He wanted to bury his cock in her and make her scream his name. Hell, he might be screaming hers before the night was over. Lanie smiled at him as she rubbed her foot over the bulge behind his fly. He grabbed her ankle to stop her making her laugh.

  “Come here, Trent,” she said in a low sexy voice.

  “As I said, I’ll get there, but first, I’m anxious to taste what those curls are hiding.” He chuckled when she closed her eyes and blew out a breath.

  Trent removed his wallet from his back pocket and retrieved a condom then he unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper. He shoved them down, leaving on his boxer briefs. His hard cock stretched the material. Leaning down, he kissed her ankle then her calf, switching from one leg to the other. Delaney began to squirm, making him chuckle.

  “I didn’t know you were so wicked,” she said.

  “Oh, darlin’, you have no idea, but I will never do anything you don’t want me to.” He looked into her eyes.

  “I know. Now come on, Donovan, and
quit teasing me.”

  Trent smirked. “I have to retract my statement about not doing anything you don’t want me to because I am definitely going to tease you.”

  “Damn you,” she said laughing then hissed in a breath when he moved his tongue up her inner thigh.

  Grinning, he continued to run his tongue along her thigh, and then he kissed her belly again. When he spread her legs, he moved his tongue through her curls.

  “Move further up the bed, darlin’,” he told her.

  When she scooted up, he kept her legs spread wide and moved his tongue along her slit to her clitoris. Her moans were setting him on fire, and he swore he got even harder. Her hands clutched fistfuls of his hair as he continued to taste her. She was so wet for him, but he wasn’t ready to let her fall over the edge just yet. Every time he got her close, he backed off. He laughed as she cursed at him.

  “I’ll pay you back for this, Donovan,” she growled.

  “Looking forward to it.” He sat back on his heels and tore open the condom.

  Delaney sat up and pushed his boxer briefs down, and his cock sprang forward. She leaned forward and kissed the head, but Trent pushed her away.

  “It’ll be over before I even get started if you do that.” He pushed his boxer briefs off.

  She grabbed the condom from him and rolled it down over him then wrapped her hand around him.

  “You’re certainly hung, Trent.”

  “You say the nicest things.” He pushed her onto her back then leaned down and pressed his lips to hers and he knew she could taste herself on his lips.

  Her tongue entered his mouth, and he groaned into her mouth as he guided himself into her heat, slowly. He almost came when she sucked on his tongue.

  “Trent,” she moaned. “Please.”

  When she tilted her hips for him, he slammed into her. She gasped but wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed him tight.

  “Hold on, darlin’. I can’t do it slow and easy for you this time.”

  “I don’t want it slow and easy this time. You have taken me to the edge several times, so you’d damn well better take me over it this time.”

  Trent laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”

  Chapter Six

  Lanie was sure sex had never been this good. Trent moved his hips, thrusting deep and hard into her, and just like that, she tumbled over and cried out his name. The orgasm hit her so hard that she saw stars burst behind her eyelids. Trent put his face against her neck and groaned, and she could feel him throbbing inside her as he came. Well, that sure as hell never happened with Brett!

  He raised his head and kissed her lips then rolled off her and lay next to her trying to catch his breath.

  “Damn,” he said.

  “Yeah, damn.” She looked over at him. “Can we do that again?”

  Trent blew out a laugh. “Sure, but I need to catch my breath first and maybe a nap.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll be right back, don’t move.”

  “I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Hurry back,” she said.

  He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, stood, and headed for the bathroom. He came back out, and she couldn’t keep her eyes from running over his fantastic body. He crawled back into the bed with her, pulled her close, and tugged the comforter up over their cooling bodies. Lanie snuggled against him when he placed his arm around her. She tucked her head under his chin and yawned. A nap sounded good. It wasn’t long before she heard Trent’s deep even breathing and she knew he’d fallen asleep. Smiling, she put her arm across his waist and fell asleep.

  Later when she woke up, she noticed it was dark. Turning her head, she looked at the clock on the bedside table to see it was close to ten. A movement by her feet made her look, and she saw the dog lying there. When she tried to move away from Trent, his arm tightened around her.

  “Where are you going?” he murmured his voice heavy with sleep.

  “Home.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I need to go home.”

  “Why?” he repeated.

  “Uh—”

  “You were just going to disappear and make me feel cheap and easy,” he muttered.

  “You’re not cheap,” she said, laughing.

  “But I’m easy?”

  “Yes, I got you into bed, didn’t I?”

  Trent chuckled. “Okay, I’ll give you that one.”

  “I appreciate that.”

  “Stay,” he whispered.

  “You want me to stay?”

  “Yes. Stay.”

  Lanie moved closer to him. “All right. Will you feed me breakfast in the morning?”

  “Yep. I have an apple pie.”

  She burst out laughing. “Sounds good. How did the dog get in here?”

  “I was up a while ago.”

  “What do you do in Billings?”

  “Seriously? We’re going to have a conversation now?”

  “We’re awake, so why not?”

  “I’m one of four foremen at a cattle ranch.”

  “Do you like it?”

  “Yes. I just wish—never mind.”

  “I will not. You wish what?”

  Trent blew out a breath. “I wish I had a place of my own. It’s what I’ve always wanted. I had enough money for a sizeable down payment on a place, but when my mother got sick, I paid her medical bills, and when she died, I paid for the funeral. It’ll never happen now. The number of her medical bills over five years took most of what I had put back for my ranch.”

  Lanie sat up and looked at him. “That was good of you to pay her bills, Trent but why can’t you still buy a ranch?”

  “Because I don’t have enough money anymore and the idea of getting a mortgage for a ranch that could fail is too damn scary. I know it could fail anyway, but if it’s with my own money, I wouldn’t have to worry about paying back a mortgage with no income. I’ll stay where I am.”

  “Is it a big ranch?”

  “One of the largest in Montana. The Birch ranch has five hundred thousand acres and covers four counties and has a hundred and twenty ranch hands. There’s twelve thousand head of cattle along with a hundred sheep, two hundred horses, and fifty bison.”

  “Do you have cattle drives?”

  “We do. The cattle are in different pastures, and we move them all at the same time to different areas. Each foreman leads twenty-five herdsmen to move three thousand head of cattle then we move the bison. It’s a never-ending cycle. I’m out for weeks at a time. It’s not for everyone though. Especially women since the men are gone for so long.” He pulled her down beside him.

  “How old are you?”

  “Thirty-three. You?”

  She gasped. “Never ask a woman her age. How old do you think I am?”

  Trent mimicked her gasp. “Never ask a man to guess a woman’s age.”

  Lanie laughed. “I’m twenty-six.”

  “I was thinking twenty-four.”

  “Smooth talker. I want to take a bath,” she said as she pushed away from him and swung her legs over the bed and stood.

  “It’s ten o’clock at night.”

  “Yep, and it will help me get back to sleep.”

  “All right. I’ll be right here.”

  Lanie smiled and walked toward the bathroom and looked inside. When she saw the Jacuzzi tub, she looked back at Trent.

  “That tub looks amazing and big enough for two.” She entered the bathroom and smiled when she heard Trent mutter.

  “Hell, a bath does sound good.”

  The next morning, Lanie drove to her house to change clothes then she’d call Connie to see if she needed help in the diner. She always let Lanie help when she wanted to. The little restaurant was busy all the time and especially for breakfast and lunch. Lanie shivered remembering the night and this morning with Trent. The man was amazing, and she couldn’t wait to see him again. He was coming to her house tonight for dinner. She wished he’d tell her why he was here in Clifton but anytime she brought it up he
’d say he was here for business. How long would she have with him before he returned to Billings? Pulling into her driveway, she then drove into the garage, put the gear into Park, shut off the SUV, stepped out, and entered the house. She took her coat and hat off and hung them up then pulled her cell phone from her pocket and called the diner.

  After telling Connie she’d be there in thirty minutes to help with the lunch rush, she hung up and walked to the bedroom to change clothes. She’d had a shower this morning with Trent and shivered thinking about it. He was such a fantastic lover, and for the first time since Brett had broken the engagement, she was happy and wished Melody luck with that cold fish. Lanie laughed and shook her head. How could she think he’d been good in bed?

  “Well, that was before you’d been with Trent,” she muttered.

  Brett had been her first and only lover. She’d never wanted another man until she set eyes on Trent Donovan. Orgasms with Brett had been rare, but with Trent, she now knew what mind-blowing orgasm meant. She quickly undressed then tugged a green sweater over her head and pulled on a pair of skinny jeans. After pulling on her socks and boots, she walked back to the kitchen, put her coat and hat on, then picked up her keys and headed out to the garage and quickly climbed into her SUV, pushed the garage door opener, and then backed out. She pushed the button to close the door, then drove to the diner. She was happy to see the roads were clear, but more snow was expected. She didn’t mind the snow she just didn’t like the ice. After finally reaching town, she drove down Main Street then entered the parking lot of the diner. After getting out of her vehicle, she walked through the parking lot and onto the sidewalk. She reached for the door to the restaurant, and Wyatt Stone came out, almost knocking her down. He caught her as she stumbled backward and grinned at her.

  “You okay, Lanie?”

  “Yep, are you?”

  “Of course. I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention. I turned to hold the door for Olivia.”

  “Hey, get your hands off my man,” Liv said when she peered around Wyatt.

  Lanie laughed. “Sorry, Liv. I couldn’t resist.”

  Olivia smiled at her. “It’s okay this time.”

  Lanie smiled and reached her hand out to the little boy Liv was holding and laughed as he wrapped his fingers around hers.