I’m just about to make my way to the bathroom when I hear the humming of the garage door opening. Shortly after, a car door shuts, and I know Montana is home.
“Honey, I’m home!” I smile. She’s a fucking nut.
“Hi, sweetheart. How was your day at the office?” I play into her skit.
“It was great. Jim Bob yelled for three hours about an angle that wasn’t right after he was the one who made the change. Three hours, Asa. Who can even argue that long? Anyways, who did you piss off today?” That guy is a piece of work.
“One day, you’ll come over to the Hart side,” I tease her. “You going to come kiss your man or stand all the way over there?” Montana has her hair up in some kind of twist and is wearing long-sleeve silk blouse, a black pencil skirt, and heels. She’s smoking hot in this getup. Gotta say I like her naked a fuck ton more, but my favorite is when she wakes up, hair out to there because she can’t contain the wildness that my hands create, wearing one of those flimsy pajamas sets she wears, and knowing we have our Saturday to ourselves if there are no plans.
“You could just as easily walk over to me,” she throws out yet struts her gorgeous self to me. Our lips meet, and my hands move to the back of her head, holding it in place as my fingers work through the pins she has in it to hold the updo in place. My tongue traces her lips, and when she sighs, allowing the weight of the world to fall off her shoulders, that’s when our tongues tangle, each of us tasting the other, only stopping when we’re both breathless.
“I like it better when you come.”
“Me too. On me, in me, anyway I can have you, Asa.” She took my joke and used it against me. Fuck, this woman, she gets me, all of me.
“Good, because I’m about to make that happen.” I grip her ass, dip my legs, and lift her so she’s forced to wrap her legs around my hips.
“Shower?” she asks once I have her settled in my arms.
“Do you even have to ask?” She dips her head, seeking my lips again as I walk us towards the master bathroom.
CHAPTER SEVEN
montana
“I think I’m going to talk to Tanner and see if there’s room to bring me on at Hart Construction.” We’re sated from the orgasms Asa doled out to me in the shower, him on his knees, my thighs over his firm shoulders, holding me up while eating me. After two orgasms that way, it was my turn to get on my knees, and, boy, did I take my time. It wasn’t long until Asa’s hands were in my hair, hips pistoning so his length was sliding in and out of my mouth, minutes later coming down my throat.
“I’m thinking I already know there’s room. We’ve all been waiting for this day to come.” I’m lying on top of him, literally. We’re on his deep-seated couch, something that was added the week after we started becoming more of an item. That doesn’t stop him from pulling me down, to lay me where I am now, my ear to his naked chest, listening to the cadence of his heartbeat along with his breathing. I’ve fallen asleep like this so many times, I can’t even count, and I was almost to that point before bringing the subject up to Asa.
“It won’t bother you, though, right? I mean, there are so many factors. We’re together as a couple, spending as much time as we can together, then add I’ll be designing the plans, working closely with not only your family but you as well, it could get sketchy.” I lift my head, resituating myself so my hand is over his heart and my chin is now on top of it.
“Babe, you know how I feel about you working for that slimy fuck. Shit, when you designed the garage, he tried to throw you under the bus. You’re a perfectionist when it comes to work. It took all I had not to tell him what a fuckup he is and walk out the door. You’re better than him. Shit, Montana, you’re better than half the fucking company. If we have issues, it is what it is. I hear make-up sex is fun as hell.” Leave it to Asa to calm my fears and throw in a joke at the end. That’s not something we’ve had before, make-up sex, that is. Seriously, you’d have thought we’d fight by now or bicker at least, but it’s been perfect, which is so far from the norm that there’s still a piece of me that’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. Of course, that could happen when we finally let everyone know we’re together. Hopefully, they don’t try to break us apart. Yes, he’s six years older than me, and yes, Asa has made many claims to fame that he’s not scared to flirt for the sake of getting his family going, and he’s definitely not an angel when it comes to his past, but neither am I. No one is who we know, come to think of it.