Chapter Eight
Gunner
Shit.
What the fuck did I just do?
I think I just claimed Haizley Walker.
Seeing that punk ass kid Brian Castor touch her had me losing my mind. That was the only explanation.
Pulling into The Diner, I backed my bike into a spot. It was still too fucking cold to be on the bike, but I needed to clear my head. Today was the warmest day we’d had in months, and while the wind was frigid against my face, thanks to the sun, the temperature was almost at fifty. It was worth braving the cold wind after months of being stuck in a cage.
I should have sat at the counter, since I was alone, but I wanted the comfort of a booth, and Joellen never denied me that, given how long my legs were.
“Hey, Gunner. What can I get for you?” Julie asked, her pen and pad in her hand.
“Coffee and the lunch special.”
“You got it.”
She bounced away and I admit, I watched her ass as she did.
I might have just inadvertently claimed an old lady, but I wasn’t blind.
I sat in the booth scrolling through my phone when someone scooted in on the opposite side.
Looking up from my phone, Simon Nelson sat staring at me with his chin resting in his hand, a big ass grin on his face.
“What the hell do you want?”
“Well, I wanted you, but you went and claimed a woman.” He sighed.
Fuck.
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” I looked back down at my phone and tried my best to ignore him. Simon flirted with all of us. It was uncomfortable at first, but once we realized he flirted with everyone, male and female, we got used to it.
I had some concerns about him trying that shit with Freeway, then I realized women didn’t even flirt with fucking Freeway.
“Don’t play coy with me. I heard you tell Brian not to touch your woman.”
“I was just trying to help her out.”
“Bullshit, Goliath. You could have warned that boy off without claiming her.”
Running my hand over my face, I let out a groan.
“Simon, Haizley and I barely know each other. I did not claim her. I was just trying to get him off her back.”
“So, then you wouldn’t mind if I set her up with my cousin Jeffery?”
“Who the fuck is Jeffrey?” I glared at Simon, and he winked.
“Exactly.”
He rose from the booth, but before he sauntered away, he leaned down and whispered, “Don’t play hard to get for too long. There are a lot of guys interested in finding a beautiful woman like her.”
Straightening up from the table, he waved his fingers at me and walked to the counter.
“Simon, get your ass back here.”
“Sorry, Goliath, my ass is going back to work with me.”
He grabbed his to go order from Julie and meandered out the fucking door.
Christ, Simon was the biggest gossip in Diamond Creek.
Isn’t that what you want? Every guy in town to know she is off-limits?
That was true. Maybe Simon knowing was a good thing. Until it got back to my brothers.
Julie dropped off my lunch and I ate in silence, my mind on Haizley, before I went back to the shop.
After lunch, I rode my bike back to the clubhouse and picked up my truck, knowing that after work I would park on Haizley’s street again.
Tonight, I sat facing her house and watched through the windshield as her lights slowly went off until only one light on the second floor glowed. It had me wondering about her nightly routine. Was she a shower at night or a shower in the morning person? Did she sleep in tiny little shorts and a skimpy top or was she naked between her sheets?
My dick grew in my jeans to an uncomfortable size, and I looked around the street to make sure it was empty before pulling it out.
Seated in my truck, I felt the heat emanating from my cock as I visualized Haizley on her knees, positioned between my legs, looking up at me. With each stroke, my eyes stayed glued to the light coming from the second floor of her house. Until a blue light flashed in my rearview mirror; its sudden brightness momentarily blinding me.
Fuck.
I fumbled with my dick, trying to tuck it back into my jeans and zip up before whoever was behind me walked up and caught what I was doing. I’d just barely made it when there was a light rapping on my window.
Looking at the officer, I closed my eyes.
Thank God it wasn’t the sheriff.
“Hey, Gunner. Everything ok?”
Deputy Beckett Reed stood outside my truck with a flashlight shining down on the seat next to me.
“Everything’s good, Deputy. Just pulled over to answer the phone.”
He again looked past me into my truck.
What the fuck was he looking for?
“There a problem?”
“Nope, just saw the truck sitting here idling, wanted to make sure everything was ok.”
He looked past me a third time.
This son of a bitch was hoping to find something. “You should probably get going. Wouldn’t want to get a call about a suspicious truck sitting here for too long.”
“Just waiting for a call back. Then I’ll be on my way.”
“Ok.” He flashed his light over to the passenger side a fourth fucking time, and my patience started to grow thin.
He needed to get in his car and fucking leave. “Have a good night.”
“You too, Deputy.”
I watched through my side mirror as he walked back to his car. He sat for a minute, and I saw him talking on his radio.
I hit the call button on my phone and brought it up to my ear.
“Yo, Gunner. What’s up?”
“What the fuck do we know about Deputy Reed?”
“Why?”
He finally pulled away, and I waved as he drove by, making sure he saw the phone pressed to the side of my head.
“He just pulled up behind me while I was stopped on a side street, and he was acting cagey. Kept flashing his light all over my truck like he expected to find something.”
“Why are you sitting on a side street?”
“Never fucking mind! What do we know?”
“Just the basics. Dec had me run a check before he hired him, but nothing flagged.”
“Dig deeper. I want everything you can find.”
“Where are you, Gunner?”
“Nav, so help me, if you are tracking my phone...”
“King told you to stop following the shrink.” I heard the condemnation in his voice. He didn’t get it, though. I couldn’t stop. I had to know she was safely in her bed at night or I couldn’t sleep.
“I’m not following her,” I snarked.
It was true. I wasn’t even moving.
“Sitting outside her house is stalking.”
“Nav, shut the fuck up and dig into Reed.”
I disconnected the call before he could say anymore.
It wasn’t stalking. It was protecting.
I had fucking claimed her.
That meant she was mine.
Mine to protect.
Watching the light in her window go out, I breathed a sigh of relief. I sat here every night until she went to bed. And I would continue to do so until the time came when I was in that bed with her.
Turning on my lights, I pulled away from the curb and drove back to the clubhouse. I went directly to Nav’s office, eager to see what he had found.
Tapping on his door, I opened it without waiting for his response.
“Find anything?”
“It’s been five fucking minutes. I’m good, but I’m not that good.”
“It’s been twenty minutes. What do you have so far?”
“Nothing, it’s all the same shit I found when I did the background check for Dec.”
“Keep digging. There’s something about him that doesn’t sit right with me.”
“I’ll let you know if I find anything.”
I left Nav to his computers and jogged up the stairs to my room. Removing my cut and hanging it on the hook behind the door, I kicked off my boots. Reaching behind my head, I pulled my shirt off and tossed it into the corner of the room.
Sliding the button on my jeans through the hole and unzipping my jeans, I slid them down along with my boxers, sighing as my cock bounced against my stomach, no longer contained.
A few quick tugs held me over while I walked to the bathroom, turning the knobs in the shower.
I needed to finish what I started in the truck.
Being interrupted by the deputy may have deflated my dick in a nanosecond, but one thought of Haizley had him standing back up in half that time.
Leaning against the sink, I palmed my dick slowly, waiting for the water to warm up. Once the steam billowed above the curtain, I stepped into the shower. With both hands laid flat against the tiled wall on either side of the showerhead, I denied myself the sensations my hand previously offered me. Dropping my head down, I let the warm water flow over my neck and down my back.
Minutes passed as I thought about Haizley.
Her dark hair trailing down her back. Her delicate bone structure that gave me a sense of power when I wrapped my hand around her arm, knowing that with a tight squeeze she might break.
I rubbed one hand over my chest, pinching my nipples as if they were hers. Then, I set about rubbing my palm over my pecs, feeling the tiny nubs harden in a similar way to how hers would.
Trailing my hand down my chest over my abs, my finger traced the indents as I imagined she would if I allowed her the liberty to touch me freely. Stalling my course at my pelvis only served to heighten the anticipation. My dick twitched, knowing my hand was close.
I had denied myself anything but my hand for weeks since the night we met.
Finally, I gave myself permission to envelop my swollen length. With a slow, deliberate stroke, I felt the tension rise, remembering the unwavering certainty in her walk toward me.
One crook of my finger and she obeyed without question.
I squeezed the crown to hold off the orgasm that instantly threatened at the idea of her on her knees at the foot of my bed, her head bowed in submission.
I tugged at the engorged flesh, remembering the fire in her eyes when she threw her drink at me. God, the punishment I would dole out when she was mine. All that sass and fire would undoubtedly make her the rebellious, bratty type, the kind of woman who knew the rules yet chose to ignore them. The mere thought had my heart racing.
I inhaled deeply as I swiped my thumb over the head of my cock, imagining Haizley’s tongue slipping out to capture the bead of pre-cum that leaked from the tip. Just the idea of her brown eyes staring up at me as she wrapped her lips around me had me on the edge.
The image of her choking on my dick, her eyes watering, drool seeping from between her lips as she tried to take all of me, brought me closer to the edge.
My hand sped up, and I leaned back against the wall of the shower for support as I brought my other hand down and rolled my balls between my fingers. Tugging on my sac to the point of pain helped to prolong the telltale tremor that began in the small of my back.
I knew it was coming.
I knew my body.
There was no stopping the feeling that had taken root as I fantasized about Haizley giving up all of her control to me. Allowing me to be the source of the pain that would bring her the ultimate pleasure.
The back of my head slammed against the wall. My teeth dug into my lower lip in an attempt to control the groan that refused to be contained as my cock erupted in my hand. Cum sprayed from my dick, coating the shower curtain as my legs gave out and I slipped, collapsing on my ass.
“Fuck,” I gasped out loud.
Certain the reality would far exceed the fantasy, I closed my eyes, still slumped on the shower floor, convinced I might not survive it.