Strong Enough (Meet Me in Montana #4) Read Online Kelly Elliott

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Meet Me in Montana Series by Kelly Elliott
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Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 117506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
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White twinkle lights littered the entire rooftop. The glow it cast was nothing short of breathtaking. To the right side of us was a large bed that hung down from a rafter of sorts that had been built specifically to carry its weight. Sheer white curtains blew softly in the wind at each corner of the roof, adding another element of romance. In front of the bed was a table that had an ice bucket filled with champagne, and next to that, two champagne flutes.

The swing bed was covered in pillows and linens and it looked so inviting that I nearly ran to it.

“Can you believe the view from here?” Dirk said as he took my hand and we walked farther out onto the terrace.

I shook my head, looking around. Lit candles in rustic white lanterns were everywhere as soft music played in the background. “I cannot believe how romantic this all is. How do they not live here full time?”

Dirk laughed. “Well, considering Doug’s out on the road a good portion of the year, they mainly live in Idaho. At least, that’s where their main residence is.”

I sighed as I spun around and laughed. “I feel like a princess!”

Dirk caught me and lifted me up. “You’re a queen. My queen.”

With a smile, I kissed him. It started off slow and sweet, until Dirk let my body slide down his and then placed his hand at the back of my neck, drawing me in deeper. Soft kisses turned to passionate ones, and I moaned into his mouth as I dropped my hands to his jeans and started fumbling with the button. Dirk laughed and took a step back, leaving me panting like I had run a marathon.

“You first,” he mused as he lifted his hand and played with one of the curls at my neck.

Then his hands fell to my waist, and he brushed the back of his knuckles against my exposed stomach.

“I think it’s hot as hell you wore a two-piece wedding dress, and I’m thanking God we’re not at a big wedding where I have to share you with other people while we make small talk and I have to wait hours to make love to you.”

I drew in a shuddered breath as I felt him reach behind me and unclasp the tulle skirt, letting it pool around my feet. I had no idea why I felt nervous. It wasn’t like it was our first time making love. Maybe it was because this time I was officially his, and he was mine.

Dirk dropped to his knees once more and his eyes went wide. He swallowed hard and stared at the baby blue lace panties I had on. His gaze moved down to the blue garter with white stockings.

“Christ Almighty,” he whispered. “I think I’m in heaven.”

I smiled and watched as his hands moved gently down my thighs to where the garter was clasped to the stockings. Although I was wearing cowboy boots that Kaylee found at a local boutique after doing an intense Google search, I still wanted to wear a garter and stockings. I remembered once listening to Brock and Dirk talk about how they thought garters were sexy. They couldn’t have been more than sixteen, but I vowed then that if I married Dirk, I would wear them.

“I…um…I…I can’t think,” Dirk said as he fought to put a sentence together.

It took everything I had not to giggle as he stared at me. I rested my hands on his shoulders and stepped out of the skirt. He looked at the cowboy boots and smiled up at me, seeming to regain his thoughts.

“Nice touch, by the way.”

I shrugged and held up one foot as Dirk pulled the boot off and set it gently to the side. He repeated the process with the other boot. When he placed his hands on my legs, I shivered from his touch. He slid his hand softly over my calf and unclasped the garter, gently rolling one of the stockings down my leg. I was so aroused, I was positive the wind would be able to make me come.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said as he concentrated on the other garter belt. “You need to make sure you keep these.”

I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face as I fist-pumped internally. “Okay,” I mumbled, attempting to keep my breathing even. With the way his hands touched me, I was struggling to stand, let alone form any cohesive words.

After the stockings were removed, Dirk leaned in and blew on my lace panties, which caused me to gasp. My legs felt like they were about to give out on me at any moment.

“I think I’ll wait until you’re lying down before I strip those off of you.”

I nodded as words failed me.


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