Chapter Forty-One
Haizley
I was dead. I died at the hands of the man I wanted to save me. The man I wanted to love me. Instead, he killed me.
I could barely breathe, let alone open my eyes. Yet, when his deep, growly voice commanded me to do just that, my brain’s obedience shocked me.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked
“No.”
“We need to fix that. I have a condom this time. But I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel every inch of that tight cunt next time I slide into it.”
Next time? Oh God, I didn’t know if I could handle a next time. Never had I ever come that hard. I almost passed out the second time.
His fingers ran lightly up and down my thigh, and I shivered.
“I’ll just lay here. You do what you need to.”
“Doesn’t work that way, Haizley. I want your total submission. I fucking love the way your body responds to mine. I want to feel that pussy quiver around my dick as I slam into you.”
His lips latched onto my nipple, and I immediately felt my body betray me. I was too freaking tired for more. But my pussy was a greedy bitch, begging for him to tear me apart.
As he suckled my breast, his other hand lazily moved toward the traitorous cavern that craved more. He grasped my mound, his hand covering me completely, and I couldn’t stop my knees from falling open for him once more.
He ground the heel of his hand against my clit, his fingers playing with my lips. One tip dipped into my canal before slipping back out and rubbing the slickness all along the inside of my labia.
Slipping inside again, he went deeper, then quickly backed out. He was teasing me. Building the tension and heat inside my body.
Leaving his hand to explore my folds, he leaned up and kissed me.
Finally!
I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. A sweet, heavy flavor that seduced me into wanting more of him. I wanted to swallow him the way he devoured me.
“Gunner,” I murmured against his lips.
“What, baby?”
“I want you.”
“I’m right here.”
“I want you inside me, Gunner. I want to feel you split me apart. Wreck me completely.”
“Patience, my little lamb.” He slid two fingers into my pussy while his hand ground against my clit. My hips arched up, wanting to add to the pressure, but he only laughed low and deep as he lifted his hand when I lifted my body, keeping me from applying the pressure I so desperately needed. I moved my hand over his, pressing him against me.
“Nuh-uh, little lamb. I told you, the wolf is in control.”
Grabbing my hands, he lifted them over my head. Holding them together with one hand, he looked deep into my eyes and whispered, “If I have to, I will restrain you. You would be fucking sexy all trussed up.”
My body was once again racked by tremors as I imagined what it would be like to surrender completely. To let him control my movements by tying me to his bed.
“Yes,” I whispered without restraint.
I wanted that.
I wanted him to consume me.
To rule over me completely.
Gunner leaned over me, covering my body with his. I felt his hard erection against my pussy and whimpered for more. Again, I lifted myself, trying to force my own agenda. Focused only on my own needs.
A sharp pain shot through my breast and my eyes shot to the man above me.
“Submit to me, little lamb. Don’t test the wolf. You will not survive.” Then he slammed his mouth against my own. He violently shoved his tongue between my lips in a bruising assault that only served to fuel my hunger for him.
I could feel my fluid leaking down between the crack of my cheeks. I was ready for him.
“Gunner, please,” I begged, desperate for him to end his torment.
He only laughed more, taunting me with his strength, knowing there was no way I could overpower him and take what I so desperately desired.
“Patience, baby,” he cooed as he grabbed his cock and rubbed the head against my piercing, mocking me. After covering his hardness with my arousal, he pressed the tip against my entrance.
“Please,” I groaned.
He pushed forward, allowing only the tip to enter. Releasing a groan of his own, I smiled in victory, believing he wouldn’t have the restraint to continue his taunting.
I was fucking wrong.
When he pulled away from me, tears filled my eyes at the emptiness I felt. Why was he playing with me? Drawing out my pleasure was a cruel punishment.
That was it.
This was a fucking punishment.
I quickly thought back to how many times he had to remind me I wasn’t in control. He wanted me to obey. He wanted my complete surrender. That was how I would get what I wanted.
But could I do it?
Could I really lay back and let him use my body the way he wanted? Every other guy wanted my participation. They wanted me to do the work. Wanted me to get them off without any thought to my own pleasure.
“Come back to me, baby.”
Snapping my gaze to his, I let the tears flow.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I cried.
“What are you sorry for, little lamb?” He pressed the tip of his dick into me again, going a little further before pulling back, but not completely out.
“I’m s-sorry... for... being a... brat, sir.”
Gunner slammed into me at my confession, and I screamed. It fucking hurt. But it was also ecstasy. Never had I felt so full. There was the obvious sensation, because Gunner was freaking huge like the rest of him, but it was more than that.
My heart was full; my soul felt complete. For the first time in my life, I felt loved. Cherished. I knew my parents loved me, but this was different. They were required to. And while I was aware that not every parent loved their child because they created them, I also accepted that mine loved me for that reason.
They didn’t choose me.
Not the way Gunner had.
He pursued me.
Ok, he stalked me. But there was a certain messed-up allure to the fact that someone was so obsessed with you they wanted to know your every move. Your every thought.
But it was more.
He craved my safety. My happiness. He craved my soul.
“Give me your fucking eyes, Haizley.”
I stared up into his green orbs that were normally dark when he was aroused. Now they glittered. I would even venture to say they sparkled. His eyes shined down, allowing me to see the light behind them. This man didn’t just want to own me. He wanted to consume me. His eyes told me everything as I stared into the depths of his soul.
I didn’t need to hear his words.
I could see his love for me as bright as the sun.
“I love you, Michael.”
“Fuck, Haizley.”
He grabbed my knees and pulled them up around his waist, allowing him to plunge deeper into me.
Picking up his pace, he rocked inside me. My hands reached out to cover his cheeks. I wanted his eyes on me when I broke. I wanted him to see what he had done to me. What I was giving him.
My submission.
My surrender.
My love.
“Come for me, Haizley. Soak my fucking cock with your cream. I want to feel you everywhere.”
Raising my hips to meet his, I met him thrust for thrust. My fourth orgasm raced to the top, only to wash over me like a tidal wave as I screamed, “MICHAEL!”
The sound of my scream pushed him over the edge, and he drove into me deeply. His muscles contracted, and he threw his head back with a primal roar as he came hard inside me.
The cords on his neck protruded, and I worried he might have had a stroke. Then, his body began to relax, and he laid his forehead against mine.
“Holy fucking shit,” he cursed. “I haven’t come from missionary since I was a teenager. You’ll be the death of me, Haizley Walker. But what a fucking way to go.”
I giggled at his words. He left the bed to take care of the condom and climbed back in, pulling me tightly to his chest. Kissing the top of my head, I thought he would doze off until I heard his voice quietly speak the words I longed to hear.
“I fucking love you, Haizley. You’re mine and I’ll fucking never let you go.”
Sipping my coffee at the table, I thought about last night and this morning. A smile spread across my face and heat coiled in my belly. Last night, Gunner and I finally had sex.
I wasn’t a virgin, far from it, but after what Gunner did to my body, I had to question whether my other experiences could be classified as sex.
And this morning?
Waking up to his head between my legs, his tongue buried in my pussy, me on the verge of another mind shattering orgasm? Well, let’s just say Folger’s was no longer the best part of waking up!
Gunner planned on asking for a vote the next time they met for church. He was confident the club would welcome me with open arms. He explained he could ask for a special meeting, but I assured him that wasn’t necessary.
I was his.
He owned me.
I would proudly wear his property cut.
I had changed so much in such a short time. It wasn’t just Gunner; it was the club. It was the atmosphere surrounding the family they had created. The women weren’t owned, they weren’t controlled. They were loved and cherished. Not just by their old men, but by everyone in the club.
Sam was the mom. She showered them with unconditional love but was there to lay down the law when they stepped out of line.
Ellie was the heart. Her positivity and compassion in any situation helped to bring everyone closer together. She would be the one to bridge the gap between Ryder and Cash, once Cash was ready to let go.
Beck was the sarcastic little sister. The annoying shadow the brothers claimed aggravated them but secretly, she was their best friend. Someone they would burn the world down for, just to see her smile.
Gunner said I would be the conscience. The one the brothers could trust when they were vulnerable. He explained they all had shit in their lives that they had pushed aside rather than admit they had weaknesses. They would come to me with that shit.
I looked forward to stepping into my place. A role that was destined for me alone. Alongside my old man, and the men and women he stood shoulder to shoulder with.
What I didn’t look forward to was telling my best friend. How would she react? Would I lose my best friend because of her animosity with motorcycle clubs?
She had walked away from the man she thought could have been the one because he rode a motorcycle. How would she react, knowing I was with someone in a club?
I didn’t want to lose our friendship, but I couldn’t live my life based on someone else’s boundaries.
Only time would tell.