Chapter Twenty
TRAIN
For October, the weather was perfect for hanging at the beach. Montana and I were surfing, or more like I was teaching her how. Her fear of not being able to see under the water had diminished since that first day I’d given her swimming lessons.
“Let’s go in,” she said. “My legs are tired.”
“Get on my board. I’ll pull you in.”
She climbed on and lay on her stomach. “I can paddle in.”
I held on to my board. “I know, but what if I want to take care of my girl?”
She gave me the sexiest smile as her big blues sparkled. “I would jump your bones right now if I weren’t tired, hungry, and waterlogged.”
“We could always have a quickie before we eat.”
“You have to catch me first,” she teased as she paddled in, the waves pushing her closer and faster toward the shore.
I swam in behind my beautiful girl. We’d become inseparable since we had sex two weeks ago. The first time with Montana had been fucking amazing. After our first round, we’d gone three more before she had to go home. I’d loosened up, and she had as well. We’d taken turns exploring each other, and each orgasm seemed more powerful than the last. I didn’t know why or what that meant. All I knew was sex had turned into slow and mind-blowing lovemaking that I didn’t want to end.
Montana was relaxing on my board at shore with her front facing the sun when I got to shore. I hovered over her, wanting nothing more than to get naked, but our friends were lounging up near my beach house. I’d invited Austin, Reagan, Elvira, and Lou out to spend the day.
“Should we give our friends a show?” I teased.
She held up her hand in front of her face to block the sun. “Ooh, I like shows.”
I kissed her belly. “You wouldn’t mind people watching?”
She sat up, squeezing water out of her hair. “That would be hot.”
I shouldn’t have been surprised. One thing I’d learned about Montana—she loved attention.
I helped her up, then I grabbed her butt, tugging her to me. “You’re something else, and I can’t get enough of you.”
She flattened her palms on the sides of my face. “Are you falling for me, Train Everly?” she asked in a Southern drawl.
My pulse raced as I locked eyes with the gorgeous girl. “Something is happening, but I couldn’t say what.” I honestly couldn’t. When I wasn’t with her, I thought about her constantly. When I was with her, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She made me laugh. She made me do things I wouldn’t even have dreamed about doing, like stripping and dancing. And most of all, sex was off the charts with her.
She ran her tongue along my bottom lip. “You just want my body.”
It was more than her body, but I wasn’t willing to say that out loud, not until I knew for sure that my lust wasn’t clouding my true feelings.
I stuck my tongue in her mouth, exploring, tasting, and taking. She purred liked a kitty cat as my dick grew in size.
“Train,” Austin called. “Burgers are ready.”
“Fuck,” I said.
“No, that’s for later,” she replied as she darted up to the house.
“You’re so funny.” Chicks had it easy. When they got aroused, no one could tell. But a dude? We were screwed.
I dove into the surf to let my body deflate, then I grabbed my board and joined the group.
Montana was downing a bottle of water. Reagan and Elvira were sitting in lounge chairs, clad in shorts and swim tops. Austin was flipping burgers onto a plate. And Lou was inside, glued to Sunday afternoon football.
I toweled off, snagged a soda out of the cooler, then sat down at the patio table, which had all the fixings for burgers.
