MONTANA HOMECOMING (Montana Book 2) (11 page)

"This is your last chance to back out," he said,
his voice deep and low in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her from
behind.

Amanda's heart was racing, pulse thudding in her neck as
she closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of his breath against her skin. He
pushed aside her hair, forcing it over the other shoulder as he continued to
nuzzle, making her moan as he made love to the tender skin of her neck.

"So what do you say?" he whispered, on his knees
behind her, slowly forcing her to turn around.

Amanda didn't say anything, because she didn't know what to
say and she couldn't have uttered a word if she'd tried. Her eyes were on
Scott's full lips, his tanned chest exposed from the buttons she'd opened.
There was nothing to say.
Because his
dark, stormy gaze told her everything she needed to know, and she could tell
him what she wanted with her touch, not her words.

She'd never been with a man like this before - where they
hadn't actually been dating, in a relationship - and it made the whole
experience even more exhilarating.
Naughty.

Amanda reached for the first button that was still done up,
taking her time to undo it, sucking her bottom lip under her teeth as she
continued down, until she could see Scott's entire torso. She ran her hands
over his taut muscles, smiling at his gasp,
then
pushed the shirt back over his shoulders, watching as he shrugged it off.

Amanda kept her hands on his skin when he reached for her
chin and tilted her face up, their eyes meeting before he dipped his head to
kiss her. It was slow for all of a second, before she was yanking at his belt
and he was reaching around to unhook her bra, their lips never parting. She
pulled back, realizing that suddenly she was bare, that Scott had managed to
get her almost naked before she'd even unzipped his jeans.

"You," he said, grinning at her and trailing a
finger down her breasts and across first one nipple and then the other,
"have incredible breasts."

She laughed, but the compliment made her braver, made her
less shy in Scott's intense gaze as he stared at her body. But her laughter
turned to an animal-like moan when he tweaked a nipple, no longer gentle,
before dropping his head and suckling the other. First he was soft,
then
his mouth was relentless. Amanda fisted one hand in his
hair, the other grabbing him hard on the shoulder, digging her nails into his
skin.

Scott pushed her back until she was lying beneath him, but
his mouth never left her nipple, until he changed to the other, his tongue
swirling gently across her tender skin before sucking hard.

"Scott!"

He raised his head, his expression wicked. "You don't
like?"

"I like it too much," she managed to
pant
out. "Exquisite torture," she mumbled.

Scott looked down at her, his eyes still on her breasts.
Then he reached back and pulled off her shoes, before unbuttoning her jeans and
yanking them clean off her, leaving her in only her panties and nothing else.
And given she'd chosen a black satin g-string that was as tiny as a postage
stamp,
she was starting to feel very, very naked. And Scott
was looking very dressed still, even if he was bare-chested.

Amanda wriggled out from under Scott and knelt before him
again, skimming her breasts against his chest so she could feel their skin
connect.

"It's time to get your clothes off," she
murmured.

He grunted, but when she glanced up she could see he was
smiling, and she finished what she'd started, getting his jeans down over his
hips and then letting him finish the task. He kicked off his boots and pulled
off his jeans and then his socks, leaving him in only his boxers. Amanda smiled
at his erection, seeing how hard he was for her, before letting her eyes rove
back up his body until she finally reached his eyes.

"Like what you see?" he asked, raising one
eyebrow.

"I do," she whispered.
"How
about you?"

He laughed, and it was a deep noise that made her shiver,
goose bumps covering her skin as he ran his palms slowly over her shoulders and
down her arms.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, kissing her
mouth, slowly this time, like they were in no hurry to take things to the next
level.

Amanda complied as he pushed her back down onto the bed,
his big body completely covering hers. He kept his full weight off her, but he
was still heavy against her and she liked it. His mouth covered hers, too, his
kisses making her gasp, the hardness of him against her thigh making her squirm
to try to get it pressed where she wanted it.

Even as his kisses left her breathless, made her moan, she
still managed to hook her fingers into his boxers and force them down, hands
over his butt as she looped her legs around his torso and then pushed the
fabric the rest of the way down.

Scott grunted and kicked them off, clearly impatient, but
his haste turned slow when she reached for him, closing her palm around his
erection and stroking up and down. She arched her body up so her breasts were
against him, and his mouth closed down over one nipple as she continued to
stroke him.

"Fuck!" he growled, pulling away from her.

"What?" she asked, basking in his
reaction.

"Keep touching me like that and it'll be over before
we've even started."

His eyes narrowed when she laughed at him, and he suddenly
had her wrists in one of his big hands, caught above her head, his tongue
trailing down between her breasts and to her stomach, making her squirm as he
lowered her to her back.

"This'll teach you to laugh at me," he whispered
against her skin, making her shudder as his wet kisses went even lower, until
he reached the top of her panties.

He stopped for a second before taking the satin between his
teeth and dragging it down. When he released her wrists she kept her arms
raised, lost to the pleasure of his touch, writhing as he used his hands to
guide her panties down her legs and off, before his lips trailed all the way
back up the inside her thigh, pausing when they reached her most private parts.
His breath was hot against her, his intention clear, and her body was humming
as she waited for him to touch her.

Scott's tongue was gentle at first when he tasted her, so
gentle that it was like the most delicate tickle against her. Then he increased
the pressure until she moaned, until she was wriggling as much to press into
him as to get away, alternating between wanting him to pleasure her so badly to
almost not being able to bear the intensity of it.

"Scott," she moaned, wrapping her legs around his
head, calling out his name as he pushed her so close to the edge.

He
didn't stop and she didn't release her hold, until a spasm of pure pleasure
made her shut her eyes, the wave of intensity holding her in its grip until she
climaxed, sighing as Scott eventually took his mouth off her and placed a kiss
to the inside of her thigh.

Scott reached for his jeans, keeping one hand on Amanda.
She had her eyes shut, still lost in her own personal wave of pleasure, but he
wasn't going to let her rest for long. Pleasuring her had been almost as
enjoyable for him, knowing that what he'd done had pushed her to the brink like
that, but now he wanted to indulge in his own fantasy. He still remembered how
insanely attracted he'd been to her a decade ago, and that feeling had trebled
in the past couple of days. Ever since he'd kissed her in her family's barn
he'd thought of little else than stripping her naked, and now that he had, he
wanted to be inside of her.

He reached into the pocket, plucked out a condom and ripped
the packet open with his teeth. But just as he pulled it out, Amanda sat up,
eyes lazy and sleepy looking, and took it from him. Scott sucked in a breath as
she reached for him, pumping his length, making him so hard it was all he could
do not to slam her down and thrust inside of her right then and there.

"I'm getting impatient," he managed through
gritted teeth, glaring at her when she laughed.

But she did as he said, her hand slowing, releasing its
grip, and instead carefully rolled the condom down over his length. The second
she looked up at him, once she was done, Scott pushed her back and knelt,
before guiding her up and encouraging her to straddle him.

"You set the pace," he said, his mouth against
her ear.

She looked at
him,
eyes no longer
sleepy, before sitting on top of him properly, her mouth covering his as she
carefully eased herself down.
Fuck
.
Scott stayed still, let her move all the way down, settle herself on him,
loving how wet she was for him, her muscles holding him tight as she slowly
started to move up and down.

Scott tried to hold back, to truly let her set the pace
like he'd told her she could, but he'd been patient long enough. He started to
thrust, pushing hard into her as she wrapped her arms around him and dropped
her head back so that her long hair was touching the ground, nipples facing
him.

He suckled one, tried to keep his mind off what he wanted
to do, but it was impossible. Scott pushed up on his knees with her legs still
around him and moved until Amanda was beneath him, her legs closing tighter
around his waist as he pumped into her.

"Hey!" she protested, still holding on to him
tight.

Scott slowed.
"Problem?"

"Yeah," she said, shutting her eyes and arching
her back as he kept moving. "I want back on top."

Scott stopped when she gripped his shoulders and pushed
him, frustrated but willing to play along. He let her put a hand to his chest
and push him back, lying down and watching as she straddled him properly this
time, lowering herself until he was inside her again.

"Fuck yes," he said, pleased she'd suggested the
change in position, because now he could watched her ride him, see every inch
of her body, touch every part of her as she took charge of their pace.

"You like this?" she whispered, tipping her head back,
only this time her hair brushed his balls.

Scott groaned as she rode him harder, her body moving fast,
and his was too. He couldn't just lie there and let her do all the work. He
closed his hands over her breasts, loving how full and heavy they were, rubbing
his thumbs over her nipples as she started to move even faster, until…
damn
. He tried to slow her down, knew he
was fast getting to the point of no return, but when she sat up straighter,
looked him in the eye, he knew she was almost there herself. Scott held on,
refused to give into the pleasure until she shut her eyes and her lips parted,
until he could tell that she was right there with him. Then he gave in, thrust
deep inside her and gripped on to her hips as they rode their own waves of pleasure.

When Amanda stopped moving, Scott skimmed his hands over
her butt then back up her body, slowly trailing his hands down her breasts,
caressing her, and then pulling her down so she was lying on top of him.

She was incredible. There was no other word for her. The
girl he'd wanted for so long, the one girl he wasn't supposed to have, was the
forbidden fruit he'd been waiting for his entire life. Because no one-night
stand had ever felt like that before - this time, he'd had to wait, had to work
hard for it, and it had made it all the sweeter. And it was different - hadn't
been just anonymous sex.

"That was incredible," she whispered against his
skin, her mouth on his chest.

He stroked a hand through her hair, eyes shut as he just
enjoyed the sensation of her breasts pressed to his chest, her warm skin
against his.

"You were worth waiting all this time for," he
muttered.

She laughed and raised her head. "You say that like
you've been living a life of celibacy until this moment."

He grinned and tugged her down for a kiss. "Maybe I
have."

"
Haha
, don't even try that
one on me."

Scott kissed her again before rolling them both to the side
so he could look at her more easily.

"How long do I have you for again?"

"I'm thinking a week," she said. "I only
have a month to get my collection together and I need to focus on that."

"Hmmm, only a week to do so many
wicked
things to this gorgeous body," he said, running a finger across her
stomach and then down her thigh.

"Scott!"

"
What,
don't tell me you're
going to go all shy now?"

She just leaned in and pressed a kiss to his jaw.
"Would you mind if we moved outside?"

He raised an eyebrow. “Sure."

"I want to pull this bed out so we can look up at the
stars. Go to sleep looking up at the sky."

Scott laughed. "Sweetheart, I'll pull the bed outside,
but there's no way in hell I'm letting you get to sleep, not any time
soon."

"Gregory, you in there?"

Scott groaned at the wake-up call and glanced across to see
that Amanda was still asleep. He knew who it was, hell, if it had been anyone
else he would have ignored them, but even still hazy from sleep he realized
he’d best deal with Blake now. Preferably before Mandy knew he'd even been
here.

Scott reached for his boxers, thankful that he'd done most
of his disrobing in the tent, and that they'd ended up sleeping inside of it
instead of under the stars, and poked his head out.

"I ask you to back off and
this
is what you do?"

Scott folded his arms across his chest, squinting into the
bright morning light and wishing he was still tucked up against Amanda's naked
body.

"Morning to you, too," he said dryly.

"I'm serious, Gregory. She's my sister, god damn
it,
and you never brought her home last night."

"And I've told you that we're all adults now, Blake. I
respect you, but you can't go telling your sister what to do."

"You're
gonna
hurt her, and
then who'll pick up the pieces, huh?" Blake
said,
his voice so low and deep that Scott knew he had to tread lightly. "I'm
not the one being an asshole
here,
I'm just trying to
protect her."

"You know, when I came back here, I didn't expect you
to have turned into such a jerk," Scott told him. "I get that she's
your sister, but fuck, you need to let her make her own decisions. I stayed
away from her back then, but I'm not
gonna
let you
try to scare me off her now. I thought we said what we had to say
yesterday?"

Blake moved so fast that Scott only saw the punch coming at
the last minute. Blake’s fist connected with the side of his face, only just,
but it still stung as it
glanced
his jaw. Scott had
jumped back but Blake had lunged even further, and now they were staring at
each other - waiting for the other to make a move.

"What the hell is going on out here?" Amanda's
sleepy voice made Scott turn, but his distraction meant that Blake had the
chance to shove him backward, almost knocking him over.

Enough of this
shit.
Scott ignored Amanda standing there
with only a blanket tucked around
herself
, hair all
wild and mussed up from sleep, knowing that the sight of her had only fueled
Blake's anger all the more. He shoved Blake back, sick of being made out to be
the bad guy all the time. If Blake was going to treat him that way, then that's
the way he was going to act, because a single punch was one thing, but more?
Hell no.

"I hurt your sister? You can beat the shit out of me
and I'll let you.
But this?"
Scott glared at
Blake. "This is you being a fucking idiot. Walk away. This isn't you and
you know it."

Blake's fists were bunched, the tension in his body obvious
as he stood there, not moving.

"Amanda, let's go."

"I'm a grown woman, Blake. When I'm ready to come
home, I will," Amanda said in a clear voice.

"Mandy, just come home. I don’t want to be arguing
about this shit with you when we should all just..."

“What?” she asked. “We should all just be what?”

“Be together as a family,” he said, his voice flat.

Blake couldn't have physically punched Scott any harder
than that blow.
Family.
Was he being so selfish about spending time with her that he was dividing their
family? Because the one thing he'd never do to anyone was come between family -
the Jones family had everything he'd ever wished for as a kid and he'd walk
away from Amanda right now if he'd somehow put that in jeopardy.

"Blake, give us a minute. I'll bring Amanda home soon."

Blake looked at him, somehow calmer, looking more rational.
"You might think I'm the prize asshole here, Mandy, but this isn't you.
Getting involved with a guy who can't commit past a one night stand?"

His words hurt - not because they were a lie, but because
he'd never hurt Amanda like that.

"Just go, Blake," Amanda
said,
her voice soft. "Why are you even here?"

Blake stared at his sister, no longer looking at Scott. And
Scott knew, in that moment, that Blake wasn't just being a jerk. He genuinely loved
his sister, and he thought she was going to get hurt, thought he was going to
have to mend her broken heart and pick up the pieces. But he was wrong. Amanda
was going to be flying back to her normal life soon, their affair a fun memory,
one they'd both set the boundaries on. He just didn't know how to tell her
brother that she was okay with sleeping together without any expectations.

"Jack asked me to give him a hand this morning and I
drove past and saw…"

Blake's sentence trailed off and Scott motioned for Amanda
to get back in the tent.

"How about I walk you to your truck?" It was only
a short distance away, but he wanted to clear the air, didn't want to be the
cause of a full on family feud.

Blake didn't say anything, just shrugged.

"I would never hurt your sister, Blake. I need you to
know that."

Scott met his gaze when he looked sideways at him.
"Trouble is
,
you wouldn't even know if you did.
There's no chance she's walking away from this without you hurting her."

Scott took a deep breath, trying to get his words clear in
his head instead of saying the first thing that came to mind. "Right now,
I'm the only one in danger of getting hurt, Blake. Amanda's leaving in less
than a week, which means she'll be the one walking away from me."

"And what about when she comes home to visit and
you're shacked up with another woman already, huh?"

Now it was Scott's turn to shrug. "If you're serious
about me backing off, then so be it. But Amanda's the one calling the shots
here. I just wanted you to know that."

Blake had calmed down, wasn't in danger of launching into a
full on fight with him again, but now it was Scott who felt like shit. Maybe he
should have stayed clear of Amanda, but something had happened between them
that hadn't exactly been easy to ignore.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I didn't have some
plan to seduce your little sister."

"I'm sorry for punching you. It was stupid."

"You were angry," Scott replied. "I get
it."

Blake opened his door and leaned against it. "I still
want you to stay the fuck away from her."

"Yeah, I know."

Scott watched as Blake drove away, before heading back to
the tent. The builders would be back on site soon which meant he was never
going to be able to spend all morning with Amanda, but it wasn't exactly the
wake up
call he'd imagined after the night they'd had.

Blake had managed to hit him where it hurt, and no matter
how much he tried to forget what he'd said, he knew it would be impossible.

"Just forget all about him," Amanda said,
brushing a kiss across Scott lips and staring up at him.

"I don't want to be responsible for hurting your
family, not now."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Scott, my
mom and sisters love you. We're just talking about Blake here, and we both know
he's the one being an idiot."

"Still," Scott replied, his chocolate brown eyes
reflecting his mood. "He's your brother and we shouldn't have flaunted
what we were doing."

Amanda laughed - she couldn't help it. "He found us in
a tent on your property. We were hardly flaunting it."

Scott sighed and reached for her, running his hands down
her shoulders and then her back. "I need you to know that I haven't been
that one night stand asshole for a while now. Blake remembers the guy I used to
be."

"I know who you are, Scott. You don't have to explain
yourself to me."

"So what do you want from me?
From
this?"

She shrugged, trying to play it cool even though she
couldn't stand the thought of going back to her apartment, walking away from
Scott and knowing that nothing more could ever happen between them. The truth
was
,
she didn’t need to be in New York all the time to
do her work, even though her teenaged self had thought otherwise. Back then it
had been everything she’d
wanted,
now she wasn’t so
sure.

"We do whatever feels right for the next few days,
then we say goodbye," she finally replied.

Scott stroked her hair, leaned forward and kissed her
mouth. She willingly let him, parted her lips and touched her tongue to his,
kissed him back with a hunger that seemed to take him by surprise.

"You're a bad influence on me," Scott muttered as
he slipped her bra strap down and pushed the satin aside so he could cup her
breast.

"What time are the builders coming?" she asked,
ready to strip her underwear off and wrap her legs around Scott, let him take
her again in the tent they'd spent the night in.

"Too soon," he groaned, pulling away and holding
his hands up. "
Which means I have to get away from you.
"

Amanda laughed, amused by how easily Scott could get her in
the mood, make her want to strip her clothes off. She was usually a stickler
for not letting a guy get too far under her skin so quickly, but Scott? Hell,
she'd waited to be naked with him most of her life, so maybe he didn't count.

"You do know I don't usually, well, have sex without
being in a relationship," she told him.

He grinned as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.
"If you say so."

"Scott!" Amanda punched him in the arm, furious
with him.

"You're usually a good girl, I get it," he said,
his smile kind now instead of mocking. "And it just so
happens
that sex with a good girl is all the more fun."

"Oh yeah?"

His laugh made her grin.
"Yeah.
I'll be your booty call whenever you need it."

Scott had been so serious only minutes earlier, but now he
was being the same smart ass, fun guy she was used to. She only hoped that he
didn't take Blake too seriously, because she didn't have long left at home and
she wanted to enjoy Scott while she could. She knew this was her only chance to
be with him - next time she came back, he could be involved with someone else.
The thought sent a pang directly through her heart, but she ignored it. She had
no claim over him, and she never would, because moving back to Montana wasn't
in her career plan. She had to remember that she was the one who'd proposed a
no-strings romance.

"Hey, thanks for a fun night," she told Scott
before he crawled out of the tent.

He turned back, gaze locking on hers. "Pity about the
morning though, huh?"

She shook her head, suddenly wishing she
was
staying, that she hadn't ever told
Scott that she only wanted fun.

"For the night we had? It was worth it."

Scott disappeared and she finished dressing, not wanting to
be caught half-clothed when the guys turned up to work on the site. It was time
to go back and face her brother, and figure out how long she had here before
she had to go back and force herself into work mode.

"He's just lashing out,"
Maddie
said, passing first Amanda and then Charley a coffee.

"You mean he's just being an idiot," Amanda
grumbled.

Her sisters both exchanged looks and she waited for them to
say whatever it was they were thinking.

"He's angry over dad, and he's taking it out on
Scott," Charley said, blowing on her coffee then making a face when she
sipped it and it was still too hot. "Some days I'm so angry I can hardly
get my work done, but then I think of how calm dad was, how peaceful he was
when he was out on the land, and I stop myself." Charley shrugged.
"Maybe Blake hasn't figured out how to do that yet."

Amanda knew they were right, but it didn't make her any
less annoyed. "So that's an excuse for slamming his fist into Scott's
face?"

Maddie's
grimace said it all. "No, but you need to talk to
him."

"Talk to
who
?"

They all turned when Blake spoke from the doorway. Trust
him to be listening in on what they were saying.

"I was just telling these two about our little
disagreement this morning," she said, looking down at her coffee instead
of at him.

She heard him let out a big breath. "Look, I was a
jerk,
I know I was, but you and Scott? It's just not right. You
don’t belong together."

"You don't know what's right for me, Blake. I've been
perfectly capable of looking after myself this past decade, and I still am.
Haven't we already had this conversation? I think we’re done."

"Amanda,"
Maddie
said,
touching her arm at the same time as giving her a stare that replicated their
mom to a tee.