Chapter Twenty-Four
Haizley
Gunner stood against the door, studying me like a wolf eyeing a lost lamb. That’s what he called me that day in the diner, when he sat with Penelope Ridgefield.
My little lamb.
I could admit, if only to myself, that hearing him say those words had affected me in a way I wasn’t prepared for.
Two could play this game.
Leaning on my elbows, lying on the bed he tossed me on, I looked him over. Taking my time and getting my fill was something I hadn’t allowed myself to do before. Never wanting to be caught ogling the man I desired with everything in me.
It was easy to admit, again only to myself, that I might be a little obsessed with the giant before me. Gunner was fully dressed, and I would still happily spend a lifetime admiring the tall man that had claimed me.
OH MY GOD!
He called me his old lady just before he whisked me out of the room, carrying me over his shoulder like some barbarian.
“What did you do?” I whispered, sitting up further on the bed.
The fierce grin that peeked through the full beard covering the bottom half of his face said he knew exactly what I was talking about.
He didn’t answer. Just stood there with his giant arms crossed over his wide chest. Christ, I had been terrified when he first lifted me over his shoulder. I had never been afraid of heights before, but the man was a literal giant. I thought about trying to lift myself up, but was afraid I would smack my head on the ceiling.
“You called me your old lady.” My voice a mere whisper, as if I was scared that someone might hear me. I had learned enough about motorcycle clubs to understand calling someone an old lady was sacred. It wasn’t a term they threw around lightly.
But he had called me that. Why? We weren’t even friends, let alone girlfriend and boyfriend. Which seemed like an odd label for a man in his mid-thirties.
“Why?”
“I told you; we belong together. I knew that first night at the bar.”
“When you called me a whore?”
“Now, baby. I never called you a whore. That was a word you used.”
“You accused me of trying to suck Cash’s dick,” I reminded him. Leaning against the headboard, I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Fuck, baby,” Gunner growled. “Never put my brother’s name and dick in the same sentence. If you’re gonna talk about a dick, it better be mine.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “That’s what you focused on? Not the part where you accused me of wanting to suck someone’s dick?”
He still hadn’t moved closer. This entire conversation took place while he leaned against the door as though he had all the time in the world.
“Jealousy is something I had never experienced until that fucking moment. When I saw you sitting at the bar after I came back inside, I fucking wanted you. But I don’t take a brother’s castoffs. I assumed you took a shot with me because you’d struck out with Cash.”
“So which one of the girls that live here is yours?”
“None of them. You are mine, baby.”
“You haven’t slept with any of the girls downstairs?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But I thought you didn’t take a brother’s castoffs?”
Gunner smirked, shaking his head. “Fuck, baby. You might be too fucking smart for me. In fact, I know you’re too fucking smart for me.”
He straightened up from the door. Removing his cut and hanging it on the hook next to the door, he made his way to the bed. After kicking off his boots, he crawled up the bed, hovering over me and burying his face in my neck.
“You’re gonna run circles around me and I don’t give a fuck. Because despite you being fucking smarter than me, you were still made for me.”
His lips latched on to my neck, and I closed my eyes as chills coursed through my body. Every time he touched me, my body lit up.
Gunner grabbed my leg and pulled me down until I was lying under him, my shirt askew.
“Why were you in your room with Derek?”
“Oh my God, Gunner. You have to let this go.”
“Can’t.” He trailed his fingers over the slip of exposed skin on my belly. I couldn’t think when he touched me. It didn’t matter if it was his lips or his fingers. Oh God, his fingers. One dipped down under the waistband of my pants and my mind blanked.
“I need an answer, Haizley.”
“To what?”
Gunner growled and bit my shoulder. “Why were you and Jack’s brother in your room?”
“Gunner, do you know what I do for a living?”
“Yea, baby. You’re a shrink.”
Breathing heavily, from frustration and passion combined, I asked, “And what does a shrink do, Gunner?”
He stopped what he was doing. Lifting his head, he looked at me.
“Is Derek a patient?”
“I can’t answer that, Gunner.”
“Baby, if he’s a patient just tell me he’s a fucking patient.”
“Oh my God, do you even listen to me?” I asked, shoving at his chest. I climbed off the bed and turned to glare at him. He looked genuinely shocked.
“Of course, I listen.”
“Then you would understand the dozen times I have told you, I cannot discuss my patients with anyone. Not even you!” I threw my hands in the air and turned toward the door.
You know, for a giant, Gunner moved freakishly fast. He scrambled off the bed and made it to the door before I did.
It had to be his freakishly long freaking legs.
Two steps and he was across the room.
“I’m sorry, Haizley. I didn’t know you couldn’t say someone was a patient. I thought you just weren’t allowed to talk about what they told you.” He pulled me into his arms, and I let him. I had no self-control when it came to Gunner. If he wanted to hold me in his arms, I would let him for as long as I could.
“There are laws, Gunner. I know you guys may not care about breaking the law, but I could lose my license.”
Gunner grabbed my shoulders and leaned back to look at me with a frown. “We aren’t a 1% club anymore, baby.”
“Do not patronize me, Gunner.” I pulled away from him.
“Haizley, I mean it. We aren’t outlaws. Not anymore.”
“Maybe not, but you can’t convince me everything you do is legal.”
Gunner never looked away from me, his lips pursed, but he didn’t argue with my assessment either. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew men like the Silver Shadows didn’t walk completely inside the line. I just wasn’t sure how far outside the line they walked or whether I could accept that.
“Come here, baby.”
Gunner moved to the bed and sat on the end. He pulled me over until I stood between his legs. His hands latched onto the back of my thighs and slowly moved up and down. Never getting close enough to my ass to be inappropriate.
“What are we doing, Gunner?”
“What do you mean?” he asked as he finally cupped my ass in his large hands. He tugged me forward until I fell on him, straddling his lap.
“Why am I here? In your room?”
“I think that’s obvious, baby.”
“I am not having sex with you.”
“How about you let me check your piercing?” He waggled his eyebrows up and down, and I couldn’t help but laugh at him.
“You aren’t getting anywhere near my piercing.”
“Wanna bet?”
When he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine, every ounce of fight I had in me dissipated. His mouth caressed mine as his tongue fought for entrance. I relented once I felt his erection against my pussy. God, I was so fucking weak when it came to Gunner. The jeans we both wore did nothing to hide his size as he pulled my hips back and forth against him.
“Are you wet, baby?”
“Always,” I groaned without thought.
“Poor little lamb hasn’t been able to touch herself in weeks, has she?”
“No,” I whimpered.
Indie had suggested that not even I touch my piercing until it healed. So my body was a tightrope, ready to snap.
“Let me touch you, Haizley.”
“Yes,” I moaned into his mouth.
His hand fisted in my hair and pain shot through my scalp as he held it tight, angling my head where he wanted it to deepen the kiss. I was powerless against him and the way his mouth claimed mine.
He released my hair and moved both hands to grip my hips. His fingertips slipped beneath my shirt, whispering a caress along my back. The feel of his hands on my skin was so hot it almost burned, and I was unable to stop him from taking what he wanted.
I allowed myself to admit, if only to myself, that I didn’t want to stop him. I wanted to give up control to Gunner.
For once in my life, I wanted to let someone decide for me.
So, when Gunner lifted my shirt, my arms went up, giving him the clearance he needed to remove it completely. With my shirt gone, Gunner wasted no time unhooking and removing my bra. His large hands cupped my breasts, and he growled.
“You’re perfect, baby.”
That was a line. I wasn’t perfect. I knew that was something guys said to keep you aroused. To keep you in the moment and feeling good. I didn’t care. I loved hearing his praise.
His thumbs caressed my nipples, causing them to pucker, and I released a sound I had never heard before. The moan only grew louder, more primal when he took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked.
“Oh God.”
“Not God, baby. Gunner.” He chuckled before moving to the other breast. As he suckled, I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands to coax him closer to me.
Before I knew what was happening, Gunner had lifted me off his lap, standing me once again between his legs. He continued his assault on my nipples as his hands deftly slipped the button of my jeans through the loop and slid them, along with my panties, down to my ankles.
Grabbing me around my waist, he stood, lifting me off the floor and tossing me back onto the bed. Landing with a bounce, my mind was hazy as he quickly pulled my jeans off, and I lay there, speechless, completely naked to his gaze.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Gunner wrapped his hands around my ankles, spreading my legs, getting his first look at the most intimate part of me.
“Jesus, that is a pretty pussy.” He kneeled on the floor and pulled me to the edge.
“It’s only been a month.”
“The healing is four to six weeks, baby. Let’s pray you’re a fast healer.”
My eyes closed in mortification. I had never been laid bare while a man inspected me. Other than the gynecologist. But even then, I had a paper gown offering some modicum of modesty.
My hands covered my face until I heard Gunner growl, “Eyes on me, baby.”
When I didn’t move, Gunner slapped my pussy, right on my piercing.
“Fuck!” Lifting my head, I glared at him.
“Don’t fucking ignore me, Haizley. I want your eyes on me while I eat this pussy.”
Why did my body respond to his commands so easily? I had no choice but to lift up on my elbows so I could watch him.
He dipped his head, licking me from my entrance to my clit without ever taking his eyes off mine. It was the single hottest moment of my life. When his tongue played with the bar that went through the hood of my clit, obeying his command became the hardest thing I had ever done in my life.
My eyelids begged to close. But he kept his gaze on me, preventing me from even blinking, afraid I would miss something. Taking the piercing in his mouth, he flipped his tongue over the ball, making it tap against my clit.
My breaths came in a heavy pant as the tension built inside me. His nose nudged the piercing as his tongue delved inside my wet entrance and lapped at the moisture that pooled there.
I didn’t know how much more I could take. Gunner had complete control over my body.
“Come for me, Haizley. Let me taste your cream.”
I couldn’t hold out any longer. My eyes closed of their own volition and my arms gave out. My hands fisted the blanket beneath my body as my back arched and I moaned and writhed through his ministrations.
Every muscle in my body contracted as I stiffened, and stars exploded behind my eyes. I wasn’t naturally a loud person. And it wasn’t any different when I orgasmed. I moaned Gunner’s name, and I shattered.