Written in Ink (Montgomery Ink #4)(41)

And Jake, well, Jake didn’t deserve anything.

Not anymore.





BORDER


Border hung up the phone and frowned. There had been something different about that call, but then again, he didn’t know why he kept calling anyway. Jake didn’t seem to want to talk to him like he used to. In fact, with each call, the other man kept pulling away.

Border didn’t blame him, as he’d been the one to pull away first.

He let out a breath and ran a hand over his newly buzzed hair. He leaned back, planting his feet firmly on either side of his bike. It was too damn cold for him to be riding, and soon the ice would make it f*cking dangerous, but he had to make it a little bit farther. Once he did, he’d get his truck, hook his bike up to the back, and head home.

Home.

To Denver.

Because he’d been a f*cking nomad for way too long, and he hadn’t found what he was looking for. Of course, he hadn’t known what he was looking for to begin with.

He was ready to go home, though.

Ready to go back to Jake.

Ready to figure out what the f*ck he’d messed up all those years ago.

Ready to figure out who the hell Maya was…and why Jake was so damn cagey about her.

It seemed he was ready for a lot of things.

He just hoped he wasn’t fooling himself. Because if he were wrong, he’d f*ck up everything he had. Or maybe he didn’t have anything at all to begin with.

Only one way to know for sure.

He started his bike, made sure his helmet and facemask were secure, and headed out onto the open road.

Unlike the last time he’d done this, though, he wasn’t trying to find an absolution that would never come.

Instead, he had a purpose.

A plan.

Or at least a future he prayed he’d figure the f*ck out before it was too late.





Chapter Twelve


“That’s it. Take it. Take my cock.”

Autumn arched her back, taking Griffin deeper. Her hands fisted in the sheets and she moaned when his fingers dug into her hips. He pumped in and out of her, his cock slick with her arousal, filling her up and stretching her more than ever before.

He slid his hand up her spine and took her hair in his fist, forcing her back up to his front. “You like that, Fall? You like it when I f*ck you hard? You like when you can barely breathe because you’re so f*cking full you’re about to come on my cock again?”

She wanted to say yes, wanted to say f*ck yes, but she couldn’t speak. Instead, she reached around and grabbed his ass, her shoulder straining at the movement. He growled, the vibrations going straight to her cunt. Her body shook, so close to orgasm she couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe.

So. Close.

And then the alarm woke her up.

One eye cracked open while the other refused. Her chest heaved and her body was primed.

Of course, it was a dream. Why wouldn’t it be? She’d only slept with the man that one night, and now she found herself dreaming about doing dirty, dirty things with him. All the damn time.

Was it wrong she thought real-life Griffin was even bigger and filthier than dream Griffin?

It was official. Autumn was going crazy. Or perhaps she’d already boarded the crazy train and was well on her way to the asylum where she would keep dreaming of f*cking a truly gorgeous man and end up all alone in bed with her panties around her ankles and her hand between her legs.

She absently ran her fingers over her clit and shivered, but she wasn’t close anymore.

Damn it.

She slid her hand back up and wiped it on the sheets before kicking her panties away. She needed to shower and get ready to head to Maya’s. She’d work at Griffin’s in a couple of days since he had her on a schedule where she didn’t come over every day. He was in the revising stages of his partial book to make sure he was ready for the next part, meaning he could hunt and peck over the keyboard and she could go about helping the other Montgomerys at her fifteen various jobs around town.

Simple.

And yet all she wanted to do was bend over his lap and beg him to finger her until she came.

Bad Autumn.

Bad.

She let out a sigh and rolled to the edge of the bed, groaning as she put herself on her feet. Her hair stood on end, and sweat slicked her body. When she got nice and sweaty with Griffin it was one thing, alone was another matter. She needed a shower and all the coffee in the world.

Unfortunately, she didn’t think she had any.

Griffin’s fridge may be stocked and filled to the brim, but she’d forgotten to actually shop for herself. Less than a month with the man and he was rubbing off on her.

She wished he’d rub one off with her…

And that was that.

Time to shower and clean Griffin from her mind. Or at least try to.

With another sigh, she quickly stripped off her shirt since she’d already taken the panties off, and turned on her water to hot. Or at least what passed for hot in this place. It wasn’t the best neighborhood, but it had walls and a roof and kept her mildly warm in the winter. Plus the landlord hadn’t paid too much attention to her paperwork. Sure her name had been changed by non-legal means, but it could at least pass some muster.

Not with cops, though.

Hell.

She closed her eyes and stood under the spray, willing memories and past misdeeds away. She’d rather think of Griffin and those very talented fingers of his. He might only be able to work one hand at the moment, but that hand was pure magic. She could imagine him behind her in the shower, holding her close to his front, his cock pressed firmly between her ass cheeks. He would have one hand in front of them, keeping himself standing by leaning on the wall. He’d run his hand up to her breasts, cupping them one at a time, pinching her nipples until she screamed for him to do something more.