Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
I poked my head around the corner of the garage and instantly saw Jonah wiping his hands on a grease rag as he looked over some paperwork on the table in front of him. I cleared my throat and stepped into the bay. His eyes snapped up, and he slid them over my body, a frown pulling at his lips.
“What are you doing here, babe?” he asked me as he tossed his grease rag onto the table next to his papers.
I shoved my hands into the jeans I’d changed into, shrugging my shoulder.
“I, um, I’m not ready to be home.”
His frown deepened, this time with concern. “You haven’t been home all day?” he asked. This time, it was my turn to frown at him. Hadn’t John told him where I was? It had been his and Blaze’s plan to keep me with Blaze all damn day. “Babe, you’re already at risk because of your fluctuating blood pressure. You should be at home.”
“I, um, I was with Blaze all day,” I told him.
He stared at me for a moment. I shuffled awkwardly on my feet. Tension rose in the air. “Blaze?” he finally demanded. “The hell were you doing with Blaze today?”
“Blaze found me jogging this morning,” I told him. Jonah heaved a tired sigh, a disapproving look on his face that made my skin crawl. “He and John agreed that I should stay with Blaze. John doesn’t trust me by myself anymore, apparently.”
“The fuck didn’t he have you brought here for?” Jonah snapped. “What in the hell were you doing with Blaze all day, Montana?”
I shrugged, deciding to leave out the hot as fuck kiss Blaze and I had shared, the same kiss that I had initiated to keep myself from completely falling apart.
“I slept,” I whispered. “He has a couch in his office.”
Jonah moved closer to me so he towered over my smaller frame. “Next time you feel like you need to get out, just call me,” he reprimanded.
I gritted my teeth. “You’re always busy, Jonah. Even now, it’s closing time, and you’re still working.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “I get you’re itching for a fight, baby girl, but don’t push your buttons with me. I’ve had a long as fuck day.”
Tears burned in my eyes. I hated that I seemed to always be upset lately. I used to never cry.
“And you think I haven’t?” I bit out.
Jonah threw his arms up in the air. “I wouldn’t fucking know, Montana, because you don’t talk to me. You don’t reach out to me. Instead, you just run off, leaving the rest of us to fucking worry about you.”
I slapped him. “I never asked—”
I squeaked when he suddenly lifted me onto the hood of the car beside me and stepped between my legs. Our lips met in a hard, aggressive kiss. I moaned, the fight instantly dying out of me. His hands made quick work of my clothes, baring my naked body to his feasting eyes.
He slid his fingers along my slit. “So wet, baby girl.”
“Please,” I whimpered, spreading my legs further apart. The bay doors were open, but I didn’t give a fuck if someone caught us like this. He’d started a burning fire in my body, and I needed him to work on putting it out. “I need you. Please, Jonah.”
He groaned and buried his face between my thighs, the stubble of his couple-day-old beard brushing my thighs and the sensitive skin of my cunt. I gasped out his name, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Oh, God!” I cried out, my back arching. “More—I need—” I came with a shudder, my gasps echoing off the walls.
Jonah quickly moved over me, aligned himself at my opening, and sank deep inside of me. I wrapped my thighs around his hips and gripped his forearms as he proceeded to fuck me, taking as much from me as he was giving back.
“This what you needed, baby girl?” he rasped in my ear before tracing the shell of it with his tongue.
A loud moan ripped from my throat as I arched my back, turning my head to grant him more access to the sensitive skin of my ear. “Yes,” I whimpered. “Thank you.”
He pushed inside of me again. “Don’t thank me, Montana. I’m doing this for myself as much as I’m doing this for you.” His lips met mine in a bruising kiss. “But if you ever need to escape, you give me a call. I’ll drop everything for you, you hear me?”
I just closed my eyes and lost myself in everything he was giving me and evoking in me because I couldn’t deal with anything else he was saying right then.
I didn’t want deep. I wanted to fuck.
And Jonah? He definitely fucked me after that.
18
Montana
Jonah grabbed my hand, preventing me from getting out of the car. I slowly turned my head to look at him. His blue eyes were intent on my face. “Don’t go doing anymore dumb shit, yeah? I worry about you, Montana.”