Montana That night, after dinner, the guys invite Peyton and me to join them in the studio. Carson plans to unveil some lyrics, and they plan to create the music to accompany it.I’m excited. I’ve seen bands on stage but haven’t witnessed the creative process behind the songs. Well, other than watching Songland on TV. The way the three producers and the artists collaborate with the new songwriters mesmerizes me. I can’t wait to witness it in person.Peyton and I take seats on an oversized chair in the studio while the guys each take control of their instruments. Carson and Jake sit with their guitar and bass guitars in their laps. Carson moves a stool to him and spreads notebook paper full of lyrics in front of him while Eli takes the throne seat behind his drum kit.They don’t discuss a plan of action, and Carson doesn’t read the lyrics to them first. He strums his guitar and reads from his pages. Jake plays a few chord
Montana “How do I seduce my husband?” I ask when we’re safely outside the house.Peyton guffaws and stops abruptly which jerks Snoopy to a halt.I continue walking. “I mean, should I just tell him? Or is it better if I hint at it?” I query further, looking directly at my friend, desperately seeking her advice.“You’re serious?” Peyton asks. “Okay, well, what have you done in the past with guys to give them the green light?”My jaw drops in disbelief. She knows I’m inexperienced with men. I’m not the leader in my relationships. How did I think I could do this?“Hey.” She waves her hands in front of my face to get my attention. “So, you’ve shared that you cuddle at night while talking. That’s a perfect time to drop your hints. Every touch can be a signal. Brush against him, then place your hand on his arm, his chest, and his jaw.”She leans closer to me. “Dress provocatively, forget a towel when you sh
Montana After listening to Warner grumble for hours about missing his life in LA, I pull Peyton aside. The two of us plan to show the guys some fun in Des Moines tonight.Warner and Jake motion for Peyton to join them on the sofa. I quirk an eyebrow in Carson’s direction. He smirks back at me. What is going on? He waggles his eyebrows at me. Maybe it’s best I don’t know what he knows.“What’s up?” Eli asks.“We’re taking you out tonight,” Peyton answers. “We’re gonna show you fun—Iowa style.”“No thanks,” Warner says. “I’d rather stay in and wash my hair.”“Too bad,” Peyton retorts directly to his face. “I wanna go out, so we’re going out. And you, mister, will have fun.”Warner rolls his eyes in our direction.“How long until dinner is done?” Peyton asks.“An hour,” I answer.“Okay, upstairs, all of you,” she orders. “We need to help you fit in. We don’t want the entire city to
Montana I busy myself caring for the dogs and visiting Fran while she works. At PetSmart, I introduce Denali to the clerks and sign us up for a training class. I purchase too many toys and chews. It’s easy to get carried away. There are so many fun things to play with.After lunch, I hold both leashes as we walk toward the lake. Denali and Snoopy love the water, so I throw a tennis ball from the dock, and they dive in to fetch it over and over. When my arm grows tired, we return to the house.Tomorrow, Denali, Snoopy, and I plan to join Mom for lunch then play at the dog park on her side of town. She loves dogs, and it gets the three of us out of the house for a bit. I feel I spend more time with them than I do Carson. I don’t see Carson except for his thirty-minute lunch breaks or on the nights they emerge from the studio before midnight. **** Eager to see my man, I interrupt the studio session by taking
Montana “Uh, hello? The song’s over,” Peyton’s voice breaks our spell.My eyes widen with the realization that I just gave the band fodder for future spank-bank material. I feel my cheeks heat as I crawl from Carson’s lap.His hand flies out, grasping my wrist, pulling me to his lap.“Don’t wiggle,” he growls into my ear, his hot breath prickling the skin of my neck.The group sits silent for a moment before Eli reminds me it’s my turn to choose someone.“Carson, truth or dare?” I toss over my shoulder.“Truth.”“Rate that lap dance on a scale of one to ten compared to the others you’ve had,” I order.Without a thought, he answers, “Ten. The best I’ve ever had.” He kisses my shoulder.I want to ask how many lap dances he’s had in his lifetime, but I’ll save it for our private pillow talks.Carson chooses Warner who picks truth, much to my surprise. When asked if he’s in a monogamou
Montana His nostrils flare as I run my finger along his shaft. Then, he pounces. He drags me up to the head of the bed, his mouth entertaining mine while his hands free me of my halter top and shorts.My flesh prickles against the cold air. The sensation energizes my desire. Cason pulls his lips from mine to gaze down my body. I squirm under his view. He licks his lips, eyes on my mouth as he sits up, knees planted on either side of my hips. I glide my hands up his sides and over his ribs in an attempt to grasp his neck and lower his mouth back to mine. My arms aren’t long enough, and Carson smirks, realizing what I want and withholding it from me.“Please,” I whimper, breathy.His tongue emerges from his parted lips to lazily swipe his lower lip, the lower lip I want to nip and suck. My body is afire with fevered need. Every part of me needs to feel every inch of him, skin to skin, mouth to mouth, and limbs wrapped tight.
Montana I feel like I’m right in the middle of an entertainment show publicity scandal. Like Jake said, “This sucks!” I understand the woman’s need to seek the father of her unborn baby. On the other hand, though, I can’t imagine Warner’s fear that he might be the father. I suspect he fears the DNA result, and that’s the reason he’s protesting it so.I try, but my mind can’t help but wonder how many women Carson slept with while on tour. Having witnessed the women throw themselves at the guys while in Las Vegas, I’m not sure Carson could have refused many of them.I refuse to sit here and wonder about this all night. I snag a bottle of vodka from the bar and head toward Warner’s room. I knock lightly three times.“Leave me alone,” Warner snarls.I ignore his demand, turn the knob, and find it’s unlocked. I slip inside, shutting it behind me.“I come bearing a gift,” I state, extending the vodka bottle for him.
Carson Fresh from my shower, I towel dry my hair then secure the towel around my waist. I smile at my reflection. I can’t wait to wake Montana and reveal my plans for us today.A female scream tears through the house. I lean into our bedroom. She’s gone. It’s Montana! I sprint from our room and down the stairs, hopping from the third step to the tile floor below.I narrowly miss falling from water dripping off of me onto the marble of the front room. I use a Scooby-Doo-like maneuver until I gain traction and run into the kitchen.I’m unable to speak or catch my breath when I stand in the doorway, finding Montana wrapped in another man’s arms as Fran and another woman watch.She pulls away, wiping tears from her eyes. “What are you doing here? And why didn’t you call me? I could’ve picked you up at the airport.” Before the man can respond, she asks, “How did you get here?”“Mom brought me ov