Page 91 of Breaking Rules
Chapter Twenty-Six
TRAIN
Istoodin the doorway of the Palmetto Country Club, the venue for the debutante ball. I was waiting with bated breath for my girl. I’d planned to pick up Montana, but I was running late. My mom needed my help with some last-minute details in setting up since her arm was in a sling. Montana had called to inform me that she was on her way with her mom. It was probably best that I didn’t pick her up. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have made it to the dance. I would’ve taken a detour to the beach house and locked us in my room for the evening. I couldn’t disappoint my mom, though. I’d promised her I would at least stay a couple of hours before I snuck out.
Ten days had passed since I told Montana that I loved her. After that, life had gotten better. With Nina’s suspension, Montana and I were able to breathe. Sadly, though, I’d barely gotten to see my girl outside of school. I’d had football practice every day after school, and last weekend, my dad and I had traveled up to USC to sign my scholarship papers.
Needless to say, I’d only gotten a quick feel of her curvy body during lunch or in between classes, but I wanted—no, needed—more. Lots more. I wanted to strip her naked and do things to her that I’d read in her mom’s books. Yep, I was a reading fool. All of Ms. Smith’s books had some great sex scenes that I wanted to try on the girl I was in love with. I wanted to experience them with Montana.
Austin and Reagan emerged from his truck curbside, where the parking attendants were helping guests out of their cars. They both waltzed up with Reagan’s arm around Austin’s. My best friend looked as if he had just stepped off the cover ofGQ. His white-blond hair was slicked back, his body was dressed in a black tuxedo like the one I was wearing, and he had his everyday cheeky grin plastered on his face.
My gaze flicked to Reagan, who had a lovestruck expression on her face as she lifted her flowing soft-yellow gown to walk.
Austin snapped his fingers. “Stop checking out my girl.”
“She’s beautiful,” I said. Austin and I had known Reagan since the eighth grade, and up until that moment, I’d never really noticed how pretty she was. Or maybe my attention to detail of a woman’s body was in direct correlation to all those books I’d been reading by Casey Stewart, aka Georgia Smith. Montana’s mom was a master at stringing together words and scenes. She described characters in detail and opened my eyes to the way people carried themselves and to their body language, their expressions, and certainly to the sexier attributes of a character.
Reagan blushed. “Thank you, Train.” Then she ribbed Austin. “He can look but can’t touch.”
“Not planning on touching anyone but my girl if she ever gets here.” I searched the other cars waiting in line for a parking attendant. I’d spoken to Montana about thirty minutes ago, but it felt like hours. I’d chewed about every nail on my fingers.
Reagan kissed Austin on the cheek. “I’m going in to find Elvira. I’ll let you two guys talk about hot girls.”
Austin and I shuffled out of the doorway and down onto to the wraparound porch, where I had a better view of the cars pulling in.
Austin removed a small flask he had inside of his jacket, when I spotted Ms. Smith’s Lexus pulling up. I yanked the flask from him and took a swig of whiskey. The expensive liquor barely burned as it slid down to warm my chest. We could always count on Austin’s father for his eclectic taste in whiskey.
Austin snatched the flask from me, when one of the parking attendants helped Montana out of the car. I lost my fucking vision and the ability to stand. Not only that, but my heart galloped so fast, I seriously thought it would jump out of my chest.
Austin rested a hand on my back as he wolf-whistled. “You’re not going to make it. Are you?”
Shaking my head, I gripped the railing. “Not one minute.”
Montana smiled at the attendant as she waited for her mom, and my heart soared to new heights. That fucking smile was enough to make my knees shake, not to mention the off-the-shoulder gown she was wearing that exposed her creamy skin from the neck all the way down to the swell of her breasts.
“Go, man. Don’t let the attendant garner all her attention.”
Adjusting my bow tie, I clomped off the porch and down the steps. When I did, her gaze darted my way, and her smile got even bigger. I kept walking until I almost ripped the attendant’s hand out of hers. As soon as her hand was in mine, my pulse slowed a tiny fraction, and everyone around us blurred.
She gazed up at me with strikingly big blue eyes that oozed all kinds of love and lust. Yeah, tonight would be a night to remember for sure, and the icing on the cake would be Montana and me alone for the entire night at my beach house, provided her mom would give her the thumbs-up. If not, then I would have to kidnap Montana. But I dismissed that idea because before Montana and I snuck out of the ball, I would have a chat with Ms. Smith. After all, I would like to think I was a Southern gentleman.
Montana lifted up on her toes and pecked me on the lips. “Train.” Her voice was breathy. “Where are you?”
I blinked. “I’m having a hard time breathing.” I had to be honest. “You are so fucking beautiful. How did I get so lucky?”
“Well, you’re not lucky yet.” She winked, her long, long lashes sweeping her perfectly pink cheeks.
Her mom cleared her throat. “Shall we go in?”
I hadn’t even seen her mom and still didn’t since I couldn’t take my eyes off my girl. But before I had a chance to escort Montana into the ball, Elvira’s voice popped the bubble around Montana and me.
“Oh my God! I love that dress!” Elvira practically screeched.
Montana said something to Elvira, and the two started chatting like a record on high speed. I was left with Ms. Smith, who I now noticed looked very elegant in her dress. Like her daughter, she had her blond hair twisted up on her head, exposing a long neckline. I could see why my dad had eyes for her. Hell, I couldn’t blame him in the least. I wasn’t sure how my mom felt about my dad dating, but I would bet it didn’t bother her since they were divorced and had been for quite some time. I, on the other hand, hadn’t wrapped my head around my dad dating my girlfriend’s mom.
I extended my elbow to Ms. Smith, while Montana and Elvira locked arms as they went into the ball.
She hooked her arm in mine. “Thank you, Train.”
