Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
And he had—many, many times.
“But it’s still depth. I mean, I am sinking deep into her ass.”
I’d had enough of Gathe for the day. Or week. We’d gotten closer since Crosby’s death, but, damn, I missed him every day. He would have gotten this thing I had for Montana. I could have talked to him about it. Not that he’d have had good advice, seeing as he had been in love with another girl who was not his girlfriend. But still, he’d have listened and not made jokes about pussy-eating strippers.
Forty-Two
Montana
I might possibly be pouting. Staring out the window of Than’s truck while he drove us to “run some errands” because I needed to “get out of the cabin” and “stop working so much and come up for air.”
If I was working on school, then I wasn’t looking at him. And if I wasn’t looking at him, I wasn’t wallowing in my self-pity. But now I was stuck in a truck with him, going places, while he talked to me, and I had to make eye contact and respond.
I’d made it through this past week by working from morning to evening, then going to bed because I was too tired for whatever movie he tried to talk me into. The only night I had stayed up was when Gathe came to visit. He’d been a much-needed distraction.
“How does the mac ’n’ cheese bacon burger sound?” he asked.
I glanced at him. “Like colon cancer.”
His brows drew together. “Really? Come on, Six. Live a little. Eat the unhealthy goodness with me. There is a place across from the office supply store I need to run in that has the best fucking mac ’n’ cheese ever made.”
It actually sounded good, but I was in the mood to be difficult. I was frustrated. Sexually. I now understood that term. Every time I looked at him, I felt that tingle between my legs, and there was no relief from it. He had broken me. I wanted to go back to factory settings.
His phone dinged, alerting him of a text, and I glanced down at it as a reflex. Realizing what I’d done, I started to quickly look away, but there was a picture, and I recognized one of the two faces looking at the camera. I picked it up to look at it closer, and it was definitely who I’d thought it was.
“How do you know Wayon Davidson?” I asked, confused as to how their worlds could have collided.
Than’s head snapped around, and his eyes narrowed. “What?”
The sound of his voice made me jump. It was a bark, almost as if he was mad.
I held up his phone, then pointed at the road. “Watch where you’re going. I’d like to live today,” I told him. “But you got a text with a picture, and one of the guys is Wayon Davidson.”
I almost dropped the phone as Than swerved, and for a moment, I thought we were going to get in a wreck, but he was just pulling off the road in a very aggressive manner. I held on to the dashboard, letting his phone drop into my lap.
“What the actual heck, Than?” I asked angrily. “I thought I’d mentioned that I’d like to live.”
“How do you know Wayon Davidson?” he demanded.
Why was he so angry?
“How do you know Wayon Davidson?” I shot back at him.
His jaw jutted out as he clenched his teeth. “Montana, I need you to tell me how you know Wayon.” He said it calmer this time, but not less intense.
“Fine, Jesus. Calm down. He’s not a serial killer. He’s a nice guy,” I told him. “Mallory, a friend from school—well, back in Monroe—her older brother was an old friend of Wayon’s. They used to live in New Orleans, and her brother, Pax, and Wayon were friends. Played football together from like Toy Bowl or something. Anyway, they moved to Monroe during Mallory’s freshman year, and we became friends.”
Than held out his phone. “Let me see the picture.”
I handed it to him, and he pointed at Wayon.
“This guy. That’s Wayon.”
I nodded. “Yep. I think we already covered that. What is your deal, Than?”
“When did you meet him? How?”
I shrugged. “Um…I don’t know the exact date. Mom was really sick. It was near the end, right before the holidays. I’d missed a lot of school, and Mallory had been bringing me my work. One evening, she brought it and convinced me to get out of the house. Go have dinner with her and her brother. He had a friend in town, and she’d be bored, listening to them talk. She wanted to catch up with me. Wayon was the friend.”
He’d been nice. Asked me questions, seemed interested in my life. He’d made me laugh, telling me old stories about Mallory having a crush on him when she had been in middle school and the things she’d done to get his attention.