Unlucky [Lucky, Montana 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Beverly Price

  “Oh, because you’re going to be home, do you think you would mind if Wes and Grady stop by? They are going to install my TV for me. I don’t have my tools yet. They are still being sent from base.” Piper agreed as Milo handed her her laptop. Soon he headed out the door. Settling in to the seat, Piper opened up her computer and added some of the finishing touches to her book.

  About two, Milo returned with lunch. She laughed because he had gotten her a club sandwich and a chocolate milkshake. They both ate, and then he was out the door after several heated kisses. Piper settled into her writing zone again and didn’t hear the knock at the door until someone opened the door, yelling their arrival. It must be Wes and Grady. She had met Wes, but not the way she wanted. Today she was glad she was dressed and completely covered.

  Wes and Grady were gorgeous men. Wes sported longer hair pulled in a ponytail. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief, whereas Grady had shorter hair, but it hung sexily in his face. His eyes were the same as Wes’s, but he looked a little older. She soon suspected they were brothers, but only a couple of years separated them.

  “Hey there, beautiful, glad to see you are still in on piece. Milo said to come on in and fix his TV,” Wes said.

  “Oh yes, sorry, sorry I can’t really help, but go ahead. Milo told me you were stopping by,” Piper stated.

  “Hey there, short stuff, I’m Grady, and I heard you already met Wes. Whatcha working on?” Grady asked as he pointed to her computer on her lap.

  “Oh, just um, my book. It’s nothing big. I will let you two get busy,” said Piper as she tried to change the subject.

  “Book, huh? I thought you worked with Sam. So you write books. What kinds? I love to read. Maybe I’ve read some on your stuff,” Wes pressed.

  “Oh, I don’t think you have. I write mostly romance stuff. Nothing too big.”

  “Oh, really, I read romance. Right now I am finishing a book by Viola Mathews. You ever read her stuff? She has got some of the hottest things. I have worked out some of her scenes before. You write stuff like that or fluffy stuff?” Wes pressed again.

  “Oh just some stuff, a little if this and that. You know, I don’t like to talk about it. I write under a pen name. That way I can have a normal life, too,” she stated matter-of-factly.

  “Oh well, I guess I will just have to figure it out then. But we do need to get this thing put up and back to work. If you need something, let us know,” Wes stated.

  Soon both men worked, and the TV was in place. She thanked them, and both men placed a simple kiss on the top of her head, wishing her well. They both also provided their numbers in case she needed something while Milo was out. Thanking them once again, Piper zoned out into her world of words.

  * * * *

  Milo headed into the office after leaving Piper after lunch. He wanted nothing more than to stay and play out some more of her scenes. He was starting to get in deep with her. He knew he wanted her for the long haul, but the last time he wanted someone this bad, she had thrown it in his face. Jessie was hot, or at the time he thought she was. Tall, blonde, and could go for hours in his playroom. Which reminded him he needed to start and set up a playroom at his house. When he was at the barracks, he was able to create a playroom through certain items in his closet. Would Piper like to play with him more in depth? She had responded to everything they had done already really well. He would love to take her to the club fully collared, wearing what he picked out for her. He thought about even doing a scene with her, but wondered if she would mind people watching him tie her up and spank her ass red before pounding into it. Maybe even try the whip, or other toys. He could not stand blood play. That was pushing it too far for him. He had seen enough carnage from his time in Iraq.

  Soon the day was passing, and he received a call from Wes and Grady that the TV was installed and to find out what name she wrote under. He laughed. If they only knew. He would love to blow their minds to tell them that she was really Viola Mathews when writing, but it was her secret, and he didn’t want to break her trust. Deciding that since Cheddar Bob was not working and he had night shift, he would catch up with reading and paperwork. He never thought a sheriff had so much paperwork to do, but with the various traffic violations, school fights, and whatever drunken brawl the came from out in the field with Old Man Winters, there needed to be some sort of paper trail. He was grateful that Riley was very efficient with keeping everything organized. Getting a cup of coffee, he set in, waiting for tomorrow morning until Cooper came and relieved him for the day.

  Chapter Ten

  The night was fun as Sam stopped by and they had pizza and margaritas, one of Sam’s specialties. Piper fell asleep on the couch as Sam took the spare room. Girls’ night was fun, and Piper wondered oddly if Sam wanted Piper to come back home. Surely once she was better and the doctor gave her the all clear on Friday, Milo would allow her to go back home. Home. That was a question that plagued Piper’s mind a lot. She didn’t have one. She had a room at Sam’s house and her car. Her apartment in the city was now rented out to someone else, and well, she didn’t want to go back there. The light was shining, and her head felt heavy as she tried and opened an eyelid. Deciding that she didn’t want to get up yet and Sam would wake her, she just lay there until she had to move. However, her bladder had other ideas, and the pressing need to pee was evident. Sitting up just enough to gain her bearings, she tried to stand by putting very little pressure of her ankle. She found it hurt, but not as bad as it had been a couple days before. She quickly glanced around the room and didn’t see Sam. Maybe she went home already. Grasping on the edge of the couch, she made her way to the bathroom. She had just finished when she heard someone yell her name. Milo was home already. What time was it? She finished her needs and decided she wanted a shower. Because the downstairs bathroom didn’t have one, she needed to head upstairs.

  “Piper, where are you, baby?” Milo called.

  Piper hopped out of the bathroom holding onto the walls, making her way to the living room. “What’s wrong? I’m right here,” she stated, but suddenly felt fuzzy. Crap, a hangover. She knew she drank too much this morning, but her urgent need to pee dismissed everything else. Before she could make it to the couch, Milo had come over to her and picked her up.

  “You okay, Red? I saw Sam this morning, and from the look on her, drinks happened. You have a hangover, don’t you?” he asked as he pushed the hair out of her face. She must have blushed because he started laughing and went to the kitchen. He returned carrying some small pills and water. She took them and smiled.

  “I am fine, but I need a shower. Could you help me upstairs? I could do it, but I feel unsteady this morning,” she stated. He smiled down at her and lifted her as if she weighed nothing. Together they made their way to the bathroom, and he set her on the sink.

  “How about a bath, and I can join you? I don’t think you’re steady enough on your feet for a shower this morning,” he joked as he went about making a bath for the both of them. He poured in some bath salts, and the smell of clean linen filled the bathroom. He helped her undress and remove her splint before removing his clothes. She could sit and look at him all day. He was so beautiful. The way his body moved with his muscles. He had not hair on his chest, but a very happy trail that made its way to his ever-present cock that now stood at full attention.

  “I take it someone is very happy to see me.” Piper giggled.

  Milo laughed as he looked down and started to lift her up, setting her in the tub between his legs. “He is always happy to see you, as am I,” Milo stated as he nipped at her lower earlobe. They both sat in the bath for a moment just enjoying the feeling of the water and aroma before Milo reached for the cloth and started to clean her backside. Soon he moved his hands to the front and started washing her stomach and chest. He never caressed her breasts, but he kept his touch light. Piper was relishing in the feeling of his touch when he soon stopped. “As much as I want you, the bath is not the best place until your ankle finishes he
aling. Come. Let’s go to bed,” he said as he climbed out of the tub and helped pull her up before wrapping her in a big fluffy blue towel.

  Once in the room, Milo placed Piper on the bed before discarding the towel. She was breathtaking, a vision with her hair pulled up and water dripping over her cream-colored skin. Leaning down, he licked the water droplets off her body drop by drop. Piper moaned in appreciation as her eyes closed, and her breathing became heavier as lust started to fill the air around them. Unable to resist, he took a nipple in his mouth and suckled the growing berry. She tasted too good, and he could eat her forever. Keeping his movement slow, he gave the same attention to the other breast, while his hand massaged the neglected one. Releasing her breast, Milo moved down her body, kissing and nipping his way to her pleasure zone. She was hot as he moved his hand to cup her mound. He rubbed his thumb over her clit, and she bucked and thrusted her pelvis up to meet him. Pushing her thighs apart further, Milo brushed his nose against her sex, taking in her womanly scent as her juices flowed freely down, coating his eager finger. Flattening his tongue out, he looked up to watch the expression on Piper’s face as he ran it over her clit before sucking it into his mouth. She tasted too damn good. He could die happy drowning in her sweet nectar. Inserting a finger into her opening, he slowly moved in and out as he licked and lapped her essence as it flowed as she started to reach her orgasm.

  Piper’s mewls and pants had his cock leaking with pre-cum, and his need grew as she started to tighten around his finger while he moved in and out of her. Not stopping, he reached to the drawer and withdrew a condom and quickly put it on while adding another finger into her hot channel. Just as she was about to come, he leaned up and slammed into her. She screamed his name as she came around his cock, trying to milk him, but he held still until she started to calm, and then he exquisitely started to move in and out, only stopping to grind his pelvis into her clit while he buried himself deep inside her. Piper reached up and grasped his arms, digging her nails into his back. This drove on as his pace picked up and he hammered into her. Sweat dripped down on both of them as he latched onto her nipple, and that was her undoing. She screamed his name once more, and he found his release as well, pouring his seed deep into the condom as he nestled inside her body.

  Piper was sated and now more tired than she was before. A nap was what she needed now. Milo got up, heading to the bathroom where he removed his condom, and came back with a warm cloth to clean her. Once both of them were cleaned, Milo pulled her close to his and burrowed his head in her neck as his breathing slowed, and soon he was asleep. She took felt warm and drifted off to sleep.

  The sun was shining through the window as daylight woke her up. Milo lay sleeping next to her, but she needed to get up. Feeling better than she had from her hangover this morning, she hobbled downstairs after pulling on one of Milo’s shirts to make them some food. She knew he needed some sleep, so making them something to eat and working on her book would kill two birds with one stone. She loved to cook and was never really able to do much for more than herself.

  Once downstairs, Piper took inventory of the kitchen and found that someone had done some shopping and decided that she would make spaghetti and a salad. He had all the working for a sauce, so she started that first. Because standing and chopping were not her friends right now, she placed everything she needed in a bowl and carried it over to the table. Once seated at the table, she went to work on the various vegetables, cutting and chopping. When that was completed, she headed to the stove to allow the sauce time to simmer and come together. Wanting to do something nice, she found some flour and chocolate and decided brownies would be a good dessert with ice cream.

  Brownies in the oven, the smell of garlic filling the room, Piper started to fill a pot with water to start the pasta when someone came and wrapped arms around her waist. Milo kissed her neck before reaching past her and placing the pot on the stove for her.

  “This smells great, Red, but you really should be resting. I could have gotten us dinner. I’m not much of a cook, but I have not met a package I could not reheat,” he joked as he pulled her to sit at the table kissing the top of her head.

  “It’s okay. I found if I just use the toes to balance myself, I am okay. I like cooking. It calms me. Plus, I wanted to do something nice for you since you have helped me so much. It’s nothing special, just spaghetti and brownies, which need to be out in five minutes,” she said as she sat.

  “Red, do you know how long it has been since someone has cooked me a meal? I’m not talking about Riley. Well, she doesn’t count because she cooks for her husbands as well. This means a lot to me. Hell, even Jessie refused to get in the kitchen and help me heat things up. She may have been in the Marines, but she was high maintenance. I guess that is why she was an officer and I wasn’t,” Milo stated, but his eyes held a bit of sadness in them.

  She needed to know what happened. If she wanted something between them, there had to be no secrets. She was falling for him, and hard, but she didn’t know if he was just with her because no one else came along or she was the rebound girl.

  “What happened? I mean, between you and Jessie. You don’t really talk too much about her. Did you love her?” Piper had to know.

  “I guess you can say I did. She, however, thought I wasn’t enough, and well, she wanted to sow her wild oats. You see, she and I had a thing going on for a while, on and off. We were together when I was at Camp Pendleton, and then I got sent to Iraq and soon she followed. Then when I got hurt and told her I was leaving the Corp, she flipped, and that was the end of it. I was sent home, and she stayed. I came here, and that’s it. Nothing more to really talk about,” he said as he made his way to the kitchen to pull the brownies from the oven.

  Taking a deep breath, he breathed in the deep aroma of her brownies. “These smell great. Are these homemade?” he asked with a grin on his face.

  Knowing the conversation with Jessie was now obsolete, she smiled and nodded and was rewarded with a huge grin on his face. Piper got up and put the noodles in the now-boiling water while Milo went and set the table. Soon dinner was served, and they both dug in. She had made garlic bread to go along with the meal, and Milo even helped by making a salad. All this needed was a bottle of wine, but beer was just fine to her. Once dinner was complete, Milo sat back in his chair, resting his hand on his stomach.

  “Damn, Red, you sure can cook good. That was fantastic. When I was a kid, my mom made spaghetti, but it was from the jar, but this was awesome. Thank you so much. I say I’ll clean up and you go sit in the living room and pick a movie for us to watch,” he said as he picked up the plates and started to rinse them before he placed them in the dishwasher.

  Piper headed into the living room and flicked on the TV to see what to watch. She decided she wanted an action flick and found Transformers. Why not? It was something different. She was so lost in the story that she forgot Milo was in the kitchen cleaning until he returned and picked her up so she was lying on his lap with her feet pulled up. He reached and pulled a blanket to cover her. He was playing with the curls in her hair, and soon she found herself asleep. She woke when Milo was picking her up and carrying her to bed. How could she be this tired? She guessed it had more to do with the drinking, sexing, and comfort. She loved that she felt so comfortable with Milo. Milo pulled her close again, and soon both were asleep until morning.

  * * * *

  The next few days went on about the same, except Milo didn’t work, so she stayed home. On Thursday she went into the shop to help Sam and found that she could expand her shop to incorporate the spa both were planning. Nothing was brought up about Milo, and soon Friday was upon them. She was excited, as she wanted to be able to walk more. As each day passed, she was able to put more and more weight on her ankle. Milo had helped her as he understood that she would need help, and sitting too long would not work for her.

  Milo was off Friday and was driving them to the doctor’s office. He was brooding about something. Sh
e could see that something was bothering him, but he had not told her anything. He worked yesterday, so maybe something with work. They sat in the waiting room for what seemed like forever, but soon she was ushered back and X-rays were taken to see if there was an underlining fracture from the dislocation. Waiting in the exam room, Milo was pacing back and forth, driving her nuts. She wanted to tell him to leave her and come back later but remembered that was how this whole thing started, and he was pissed. She didn’t want him mad at her, not today. The doctor finally arrived and said she was going to be okay as long as she used crutches to help support her weight if she needed and to keep it wrapped while walking for another two weeks, but she could take off the wrappings at night. They thanked the doctor, and soon she found Milo heading back home. She meant to ask him if he wanted her to go back to Sam’s, but decided not to at the moment.

  Pulling into the drive, Milo allowed her to walk in the house by herself and went to get them both a drink.

  “I really need to work today. Is that okay? Or do you want to do something?” Milo asked as she sat down at the table. This shocked her. She knew he was off today, but then again maybe something came up.

  “Umm, no that’s fine. I need to work, too. Is everything okay, Milo?” she asked.

  “Yes, everything is fine, Red. I’ll be back around lunchtime, okay? Try and stay out of trouble until then,” he said and was out the door before she could reply.