Chapter Twenty-Five
Gunner
Haizley struggled to obey my command, and that made me feel ten fucking feet tall. The club girls all knew I had certain, let’s say proclivities in the bedroom.
They did their best to accommodate my needs, but they were in it to get off. They weren’t in for me, not like Haizley.
She might have thought her body obeyed for her pleasure, but looking beyond the surface, her desire to please me couldn’t be more evident.
That desire fueled mine.
When her body shattered, she flooded my mouth, and I came in my jeans like a fucking teenager having his first wet dream. I was thirty-six fucking years old, and this tiny woman had me losing control of every faculty I had.
“Christ, that was fucking beautiful.”
Crawling up over her body, I kissed a path as I went. Stopping at her magnificent tits, I lapped over her breasts and wondered if she had ever considered getting her nipples pierced.
When I made my way to lay down next to her, I stared at her. She was gorgeous, but right now she had this peaceful look that I wanted to see every fucking second of the day.
With my head resting on my hand and my elbow pressed into the mattress, I watched her while my fingers caressed her thigh. The shiver that racked her body told me she was still awake, and it made me wonder if she was ever this relaxed in sleep.
My ego hoped she wasn’t. I wanted to be the solitary source of her peace. My arrogance demanded her every emotion to be determined by my actions. I wanted it all. Her pleasure, her peace, even her pain, knowing I would do everything I could to prevent her from being hurt.
Haizley opened one eye and peered up at me.
“Why are you still dressed?”
I grinned at her. “You wanna see my body, baby?”
“Well... I mean, I figured we weren’t done. What about you?”
“Baby, I came when you did.”
Sitting up, she knocked into me, forcing me to lay on my back next to her while her eyes traveled down my body.
“How? You’re still fully dressed?”
“Baby, watching you explode made me come in my jeans like a fucking kid. That’s how much I loved eating your pussy.”
She fell back on the bed, whispering, “You can’t be real.”
Grabbing her hand, I pressed it against my wet crotch.
“I’m fucking real, baby.”
She groaned and squeezed, making me thicken again.
“I need a shower though. Then we’ll go to bed and talk.”
Her eyes flew open. “Bed? Talk about what?”
“Us, baby.” Standing up, I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it in the basket in the corner. Haizley watched with lust-filled interest as I unbuttoned my jeans and peeled them off.
Seeing her eyes widen when I stood up and she got her first look at me, had me chuckling. She bit her lip. Her eyes never left my cock as I wrapped my hand around it and stroked.
“You coming with me?”
“Huh?” She shook her head and looked up. Her throat constricted as she swallowed. A pink tint covered her body, and my dick hardened in my hand. “Um... no”
I turned and opened my dresser, grabbing a shirt. I held it out to her.
“I prefer you naked, but you can put this on if you want.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, taking the shirt and holding it to her chest. I was surprised she could respond with the way her eyes continued to feast on me.
“Don’t leave this room,” I ordered, then thought better of it. Gathering up her clothes, I brought them into the bathroom with me.
“What the hell?” she whined.
She hadn’t given me any reason to think she wouldn’t obey.
So far, she had willingly followed every command I’d given her, except when it came to her patients. Which I would have to concede. I knew her work was important, not only to her, but to her patients.
However, this was very new. I couldn’t take the chance this would be the time she disobeyed me.
“I’ll only be a minute.”
Walking into the bathroom, I opened the cabinet under the sink and tossed her clothes in there. I knew my shirt would fit her like a dress, given the difference in our sizes. But I was also counting on her discretion preventing her from leaving my room in anything other than her clothes.
I left the bathroom door open for two reasons. I wanted to hear if she opened the door to leave, and I wanted her to hear me call out her name when I fucked my hand. I loved her obedience, but her sass made me hard.
I came a second time in the shower with her name on my lips and then quickly washed up. Leaving the bathroom, I didn’t bother wrapping a towel around me. I walked into my room, rubbing the towel over my wet skin, and was happy to see her right where I left her. Shirt still in her hand.
“Did you just...?”
“Did I what?”
“Did you just... um finish again? In the shower?”
“I did.” Outwardly, she seemed pissed off at the smirk on my face. But the frown caused by her tipped down lips and the furrow between her eyes couldn’t hide the heat in her gaze.
“Does it make you wet thinking about me fucking my hand in the shower? Does it turn you on that it’s your face and your body I think about while I pull on my dick?”
“No.”
“Liar,” I accused as I tossed the towel on top of my discarded clothes and climbed into bed next to her. I pulled the shirt from her hands and threw it across the room.
“Hey, I was going to put that on.”
“You had your chance. You missed it.” Pulling her into my arms, I pushed her head down on my chest. “Lie down so we can talk.”
“Gunner, I need to go back to my room.”
“No.”
Sitting up, she glared down at me. “What do you mean, no?”
“Baby, I know you’re smart enough to know what no means.”
Dragging her back down, I held her tight against me.
“Tell me about you, Haizley. How have I been in Diamond Creek for five years and not noticed you before now?”
“I’ve only been here two years.”
“Blade said you grew up here.”
“I did. I was two years ahead of him, Ryder, Beck, and Rachel.”
“Did you know them?” I asked, trailing my fingers in circles on her back.
“I knew who they were. Especially after Micah left. But I wasn’t close to any of them.”
“Where did you go?”
“Huh?” She tilted her head to look up at me.
“You said you’ve only been here two years. If you grew up here, where did you go?”
“College. I went to school in Oklahoma City.”
I stiffened at her words. My sister was in Oklahoma City, and I wondered if they knew each other. I held her tighter against me, hoping she didn’t notice my reaction. If she knew Mellie, she would have said something. Oklahoma was a big state. The college had thousands of students.
There was a good chance they had met. Maybe even had classes together, given that they were both therapists. But if they were friends, Mellie would have talked about me. If only to warn Haizley about her criminal outlaw biker brother.
Like many of the other brothers in the Silver Shadows, I had done time. A couple of short stints in the box for petty crimes. It was why I jumped at the chance to move up here when King asked.
I had gotten my sister out of Arkansas and away from this life. If I was smart, I would admit Haizley was too good to be an old lady. Even if we were legit now. She deserved better than a biker.
But I wasn’t giving her up.
I would spend the rest of my life making hers as perfect as I could. But that didn’t include letting her go.
“How did you get your name? It’s different.”
Her body trembled against me as she giggled.
“My parents couldn’t agree on a name. They both wanted to name me after someone important to them. My dad wanted Hazel after my grandmother. My mom wanted Paisley after her favorite country music artist, Brad Paisley. So, they compromised, and Haizley was born.”
Her words drifted off, sad. I kissed the top of her head and asked a question I knew might make her sadder.
“What happened to your parents?”
“The official answer is they died in a car accident.”
“You don’t think that’s true?”
Her heavy sigh almost broke my heart. If she thought there was something fucked up about her parents’ death, I would get Nav on it.
“I don’t know. The sheriff at the time was so crooked. I’m not sure he did his due diligence in investigating.”
“Do you have any reason to believe there was foul play?” I rubbed the arm she had thrown over my chest. It hadn’t taken Haizley long to snuggle up against me and relax enough to talk. She had even started rubbing her foot against my leg.
“No. Diamond Creek wasn’t exactly a metropolis of criminal activity. Well, not until an outlaw biker club moved in anyway.”
I felt her smile against my chest and rolled her over, so she was under me. Burying my head in her neck, I bit down hard.
She cried out and then groaned when my tongue swiped over the bite, soothing her pain.
“You complaining about the outlaw biker that just gave you the best orgasm of your life?”
“The best? Oh, I don’t know about that.”
“Someone wants their ass spanked.”
“What? No!”
I rolled over onto my back, taking Haizley with me until she was completely off the bed and spread out over my chest. Rubbing my hands over her ass cheeks, she purred.
Fucking purred!
“Baby, we need to talk about us.”
She lifted her head and crossed her arms, leaning on my chest. When we were face-to-face, she asked, “What about us?
“I want you to be my old lady.”
Haizley sat up, her naked, hot pussy pressed against my stomach, making it hard to concentrate on the conversation we needed to have. My dick began to thicken as it nestled against her ass.
“What are you saying?”
“I thought I was pretty clear.”
She smacked my chest. “Be serious.”
“I am serious, baby.”
She narrowed her eyes as she studied me. I was an open book where she was concerned. I wanted her to see the truth in my words.
Haizley swung her leg over my body in an attempt to leave my bed. That wasn’t fucking happening.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
“Back to my room. Where are my clothes?” She was mad, but for the life of me, I had no fucking clue why.
“Haizley,” I growled.
I saw her body jerk. She responded to my growls every time. It was how I knew she was it for me.
“Get back in this fucking bed.”
She hesitated, and I had to keep myself from smiling. Her nostrils flared as she battled with herself. She was torn between obeying me and being pissed at me.
“Now, Haizley.”
She bit the corner of her mouth and watched me. Her eyes were glassy, and I knew it was taking everything in her not to cry. She still wasn’t ready. I wasn’t heartless. I knew what she wanted. But I couldn’t force her to let herself have it.
With a heavy sigh, I walked into the bathroom and retrieved her clothes. Setting them on the bed, I climbed back in and sat against the headboard, my body on full display.
If she was going to leave me, I wouldn’t make it easy for her. I could have gone back into the bathroom and let her get dressed and slink away. But no, she was going to either crawl back into my bed, or she was gonna look me in the eye while she got dressed and left.
“What are you gonna do, Haizley?”
“Why are you doing this?”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I asked, “And what exactly am I doing, Haizley?”