Page 28 of Backed By You (Montgomery Brothers of Montana #3)

Callie

My fingers dig into the sheets as Beau moves behind me, his powerful hands holding my hips in a vice grip. Each thrust sends jolts of pleasure coursing up my spine, wrenching moan after moan from my lips as he claims me completely.

“God, you feel incredible,” he rasps, his voice a jagged growl of desire. “So damn perfect.”

His words ignite my core. There’s something about being back in Montana, in my bed— our bed where we’re making up for lost time.

“Harder,” I plead, pressing back against him, arching deeper into the mattress. “Please. Fuck me, Beau.”

He responds immediately, his pace increasing as he slides one hand up my bare back to tangle in my hair, gripping it at the root. His gentle tug sends another spike of pleasure through me, heightening every sensation. I moan.

“You like that, don’t you?” His voice is a seductive whisper, dark and velvety. A flush spreads across my skin. “Like me taking you like this, filling you up, fucking this drenched cunt of yours.”

“Yes,” I gasp, words barely forming as he strikes that sweet spot inside me. “Don’t stop.”

To my dismay, he does just that, withdrawing completely. Before I can utter a protest, he shifts lower, his breath scorching against my sensitive flesh. “Beau, wha—” My question dissolves into a throaty cry when his tongue finds my core, exploring and teasing with devastating finesse.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs against me. He spreads me wider. His tongue delves between my swollen lips, moving with deliberate strokes that turn my legs to jelly. He circles my clit, then drags his tongue up through my folds, prodding at my core before moving to my ass.

I bury my face in the sheets at the raw intensity. He grips my thighs, steadying me as they begin to tremble, threatening to buckle under me.

He pulls away again and I whimper.

“Turn over,” he commands with a light slap on my right ass cheek.

I gasp, mock-glaring at him over my shoulder and relishing in the naughty smirk on his lips.

He climbs onto the bed beside me and leans against the headboard. His eyes blaze with desire as I crawl to him on all fours.

“Come here, baby,” he groans, eagerly reaching for me.

I straddle him, positioning myself above his cock.

A bead of precum drips from the tip and down his thick shaft.

His hands guide my hips as I sink down slowly, taking him inch by delicious inch until he’s fully sheathed inside me.

I shift my hips, drawing him in even deeper.

With a groan, his head falls against the headboard.

His hold on me tightens as I begin to move. I find my rhythm, rising and falling as his hands explore my body—cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples, then sliding down. The rough pad of his thumb finds my clit, circling it in perfect sync with every drop of my pussy.

The walls of my core start to flutter around his length and I grind against him, pulling my orgasm to the surface in moments. I cry out, my body singing with release.

“That’s it, baby. Fuckin’ beautiful,” he growls, his eyes locked on me as I ride him in sloppy, wet ecstasy.

I throw my head back. “Oh, god, Beau!”

I collapse over him, my walls still fluttering around him when he takes over. He thrusts upward to meet each shaky, downward fall of my core. Another orgasm builds and I brace against the headboard beside his head as he slams into me from below. He grunts with each drag of his cock.

I shatter a second time with his name on my lips, my body wrung tight and clenching around him in waves. His release follows and he comes buried deep inside me. Ropes of hot cum paint me from the inside. I tremble at the feeling.

His arms wrap around me, holding me close as our heartbeats gradually slow to normal. He presses a kiss to my temple and I smile against his skin as his hand makes lazy patterns on my back.

“Welcome home,” I say softly.

His hand stills and I tilt my head to face him. “You asking or telling?”

A small giggle slips out when he grins.

“Move in with me,” I say, lifting up on an elbow to be face to face with him.

I take in the stoic features I’ve grown to love so deeply.

The strong jaw covered in stubble, the deep, dark eyes that see right through me, the stern mouth that can shift from commanding to tender in an instant—but only with me.

“Officially. I mean, you’ve been staying here for the last month, living out of a duffle bag. ”

He hums. “True.”

“And I love you,” I tell him with a bat of my lashes and pout of my lips. Using my ‘feminine wiles’ against him, as he would say.

And boy, do they work.

“I love you, too.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Always will.”

We lie tangled together for a few more minutes, savoring the quiet intimacy that feels like such a greater luxury than anything in Hollywood. After the premiere, we went to the afterparty for all of ten minutes—sneaking out the back to the hotel room.

The premiere feels like a distant dream: the cameras, the crowds, the critics.

Reviews for the finale of The Devil’s Lake trilogy have been overwhelmingly positive.

It’s made my little creative heart proud to see it gain so much love.

And with shooting for my next project scheduled to begin in six months, Beau and I have a lot of decisions to make.

Reluctantly, Beau glances at his phone on the nightstand. “We should get moving,” he says. “Cassidy asked if we could be there a few hours early for pictures. The wedding is at five, and we should feed Hulk beforehand.”

At the mention of his name, Hulk lifts his head from his spot on the floor beside the bed, tail thumping against the hardwoods.

His leg has healed remarkably well, barely a limp remaining.

He was ecstatic to see us when we got home— yes, even Beau —although he certainly seemed reluctant to leave his new favorite little human.

Maci pulled me aside just the other day to ask if I would help them train the new puppy when he comes home in a few weeks. A blue heeler, Duke’s dream dog. Which reportedly had him in tears when they got to meet the newest member of their family a few days ago.

Of course, I agreed.

I press one more kiss to Beau’s cheek before I slide from the bed and head to the shower.

My ass sways as I walk. A low groan followed by the bed creaking has me glancing over my shoulder at his hungry stare.

When he moves to stand, gaze locked on mine, I scurry through the bathroom door and laugh as I close it quickly behind me.

The Winton Resort sits nestled against the mountains like something out of a fairy tale.

Sunlight glints off the glass of the main lodge, and wildflowers dot the surrounding meadows in splashes of purple, yellow, and white.

The late June air carries the scent of pine and fresh mountain water, a welcome change from the stifling perfume of Hollywood.

“Wow,” I breathe as Beau pulls the truck into the parking area. In all the months I’ve spent in Whitetail, not once have I come to the resort. Maci’s invited me to several of her yoga classes, but I was too worried about the exposure, the tourists. I regret that decision. “This is gorgeous.”

“Butch and Duke didn’t spare any expense,” Beau says, finding a spot between two lifted trucks. “Probably helped that they split the cost of everything.”

I smile, remembering how Beau explained the unique wedding arrangement. His brothers had decided a year ago to share their special day—a double wedding that somehow makes perfect sense for the close-knit brothers.

“Ready?” Beau asks, cutting the engine. He looks handsome in his black suit and purple tie to match my flowy, purple floral dress that stops mid-calf. He was a good sport taking a butt load of pictures of me to send to Shea at her request.

“Absolutely.” I’ve never been to a double wedding before. So much love, friends, family. It’s exciting. And they were sweet enough to give Hulk his own invitation since Cassidy’s dog, Frankie, is in attendance as well.

We’re barely out of the truck with Hulk in tow, wearing a purple bowtie, when a familiar voice calls out.

Duke’s jogging toward us in a flawless black suit and tie, his usually composed face flushed with excitement or nerves.

Probably both. “Thank god you’re here,” he says, clapping his brother on the shoulder before nodding a quick greeting to me.

“Butch is driving everyone insane with last-minute checks, and Parker disappeared with the rings.”

“He lost them already?” Beau asks, eyebrows raised.

“Not lost,” Duke clarifies. “Just ‘keeping them safe somewhere special’ that he now can’t remember.”

I laugh as Beau huffs. “Where do you need me?”

“Groom’s suite. Second floor of the lodge, east wing.” Duke glances at his watch. “First look pictures are soon.”

Beau turns to me. “You okay for a bit? I shouldn’t be long.”

“Go,” I tell him with a smile. “I’ll find a good seat for the ceremony.”

He presses a quick kiss to my forehead before following Duke toward the lodge entrance. He falls into step with his brother. Hulk and I slowly make our way in the same direction.

The lodge interior is all polished wood and stone, with soaring ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the mountain views.

I follow signs toward the ceremony space, a stunning mountainside pavilion decorated with wildflowers and flowing white fabric.

A few early guests are already being seated, people I recognize from around town.

I take a seat near the front on the far end so Hulk can lie down and place my purse on the chair next to me.

It’s not long before nearly every seat is full and a flurry of activity near the lodge draws everyone’s attention.

Two photographers are positioning themselves, and staff members are making final adjustments to the floral arrangements flanking the aisle.

I spot Beau a moment later, scanning the growing crowd, as ruggedly handsome as ever. When his eyes find me, his face relaxes into a smile that makes my heart skip. He makes his way over, greeting family members as he passes.

“Sorry about that,” he says, sliding into the seat beside me. “Crisis averted. Rhett found the rings in the inside pocket of his jacket. Levi put them there, not Parker.”

“Sounds stressful,” I tease.

He shrugs. “Both of them are a mess, but trying hard to hide it.” His arm settles around my chair, warm and solid. His hand brushes my arm. “You look beautiful.”

A quiet ‘aww’ echoes around us and I blush despite myself.

Beau doesn’t seem bothered by the audience, though, his focus remains on mine with an intensity that makes me forget the bustling activity around us. I smooth the skirt of my dress. “So do you.”

Music begins to play, signaling guests to take their seats.

Beau’s hand finds mine as the music shifts to announce the start of the ceremony.

I watch his face as the wedding party begins their procession—the subtle pride as Butch takes his place at the altar beside their uncle who is performing the ceremony and as his and Cassidy’s bridesmaids and groomsmen pair off down the aisle.

When Cassidy appears at the entrance in a stunning ball gown with a man I recognize on her arm and a chubby wiener dog trotting in front of her, my eyes go wide.

I nudge Beau with my elbow. “Oh, my god . Is that…Garrett Clark?” The hottest country-rock singer to hit the radio in the last decade. Shea would die if she were here. She’s obsessed with his song Whiskey Bent . Heck, I think we all are.

“Yeah, that’s Cassidy’s brother,” he confirms. “Butch helped him get sober a few years ago. Don’t think he’s been back to town since. Supposedly, he met some guy in rehab who helped him get his song out.”

As the ceremony unfolds, I find myself watching Beau almost as much as the proceedings.

Butch and Cassidy have their ceremony first; Duke stands beside him as his best man while Maci watches from the far back row so not to draw attention away from their special moment.

The gloss in Butch’s eyes when he recites his vows to Cassidy has everyone in tears.

They kiss and applause follows them down the aisle where they stand at the back of the crowd. Duke takes Butch’s place at the altar.

A new song plays, and Maci glides to him in an elegant satin gown. Their moment is just as beautiful. Duke stumbles in his promise to Maci, but she beams, brushing a stray tear from his cheek.

I sniffle and Beau squeezes my hand. I glance at him. His rapt attention is on his family. The love he has for his brothers is written plainly across his face, unguarded in a way he rarely allows himself to be.

When the final couple is pronounced husband and wife, the pavilion erupts in cheers and applause, and something flashes across his expression—a brief, considering look as his gaze meets mine that makes my breath catch.

The recessional music swells as the newlyweds make their way back down the aisle, followed by the wedding party. Guests begin to stir, gathering purses and suit jackets as they prepare to move to the reception area.

“That was beautiful,” I say, blinking back tears.

Beau’s thumb brushes across my cheek, catching a stray drop I didn’t realize had fallen. “It was,” he agrees, his gaze never leaving mine.

There’s a weight to his gaze that makes me wonder what he’s thinking, but before I can ask, we’re swept up in the crowd. His hand remains firmly in mine as we navigate through family and friends.

The evening sun casts long shadows across the resort grounds as we follow the flow of guests toward the reception tent. In the distance, the newlyweds are posing for photos against the mountain backdrop, their joy visible even from afar.

“Do you need to join them?” I ask, nodding toward where his parents stand with the wedding party.

Beau shakes his head. “Not yet. Family photos are after the cocktail hour.” His arm slides around my waist, drawing me closer. “Which means I get you all to myself for a little while.”

“Whatever will we do with this time?” I ask innocently.

His grin turns mischievous. “I have a few ideas.”