When We Break (The Blackwells of Montana #2) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Blackwells of Montana Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
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“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, are you trying to kill me, then?” she asks with a laugh in her voice.

“God, baby.” I can’t stop touching her soft-as-fuck skin. My hand drags down the long curve of her spine, and she purrs. “You’re every fantasy brought to life.”

“That’s you.” She shakes her head, and when I release her hair, she falls to the sofa, trying to catch her breath.

I pull out of her and take in the mess we made—I wasn’t exaggerating. She made a fucking mess—and I decide, fuck it. I lift her in my arms, sit with her in my lap, and reach for her water to offer it to her.

“You need this, Irish.”

Her eyelids are heavy, and she looks so blissed out. It makes me proud.

“Thanks.”

She wraps both hands around the glass and sips.

“I’ll clean us up in just a minute.” I kiss her forehead. “Are you okay?”

“Aside from the fact that my brain is numb?” Her smile is soft, and I love the way she wrinkles up her nose when she rubs her fingers in my whiskers. “I’m bloody fantastic, a ghrá. And how are you, then? What can I do for you?”

“You can tell me what a ghrá means.”

Her lips twitch into a soft smile, and she runs her fingertips down my face and into my whiskers.

“It means my love.”

She blows me away every day. I don’t need anything from her when she’s in my arms like this. Nothing at all.

“This. This is all you need to do for me, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

She sighs. “I do love the way you take care of me, Mr. Blackwell.”

“I wanted the rentals to be far enough away from the dairy operation and my house that I don’t get unwanted visitors,” I inform Connor as I drive him in the side-by-side on the path toward the cabins. “We get a few wanderers now and then, but they’re quickly directed back to where they need to be. There’s a separate gated entrance onto the property for guests.”

He nods, taking in the scenery around us.

It’s a Sunday, which means that all of my siblings are here for the day, to play or work, whatever they want to do. We also invited Connor, Mik, and Benji out, and they took us up on the offer. Skyla has Mik and Benji out at the horse barn.

Connor wanted a tour of the guest cabins, which didn’t surprise any of us.

“Do you have accommodations for meals?” he asks me.

“No, I don’t have a communal space for a kitchen, or lounging. Each cabin has its own kitchen. I’ve thought of adding a lodge-type building with single rooms or suites and a commercial kitchen, so it becomes more like a bed and breakfast, but for now, I’m a one-man show, and I’d need much more staff for that, not to mention money.”

He nods again. “My sister was right. It’s beautiful out here, Beckett.”

“This whole area is amazing,” I agree. “But I like to think there’s something extra special about this property. The views from the cabins are the best out there. Before my parents retired and I took over the farmhouse, I thought about building my own house out here. When I didn’t need to do that, I wanted to do something special instead. You should see the alpenglow on those mountains when the sun is setting. It’s ridiculous.”

I turn the bend on the path, and the trees magically part, showing off a stunning mountain range and pasture full of wildflowers. To my delight, a family of moose gathers about fifty yards away.

“Bloody hell,” Connor breathes, and I can’t resist looking over at him. His eyes are wide, and he’s slack-jawed as he takes it in. “Did you pay those moose to be here?”

“I wish it were that easy. You should hear the complaints from guests who thought they’d have grizzly bears outside their front door every morning, didn’t, and then left me a one-star because of it.”

“Wait. They wanted a grizzly to be waiting for them?”

“They’re stupid, man.” I shrug and pull up in front of one of the empty cabins, cut the engine. “This one is clean and empty. Let’s have a look.”

But when I turn back, Connor’s standing with his back to me, his hands on his hips, staring at the mountains. At the moose. At the pasture.

So I wait.

Because I get it. Montana will wrap itself around your throat and squeeze when you least expect it.

Finally, he takes a deep breath and then turns to me with a nod.

After punching in the code for the door, I open it up and step aside, gesturing for him to go in ahead of me.

I don’t join him for a minute. I give him time to look without me hovering, but the truth is, I’m fucking nervous.


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