Chapter Forty-Four
Gunner
Opening the door for Haizley, she stepped inside. The last time we were in this room together she left me. Walked away when I offered her everything.
I closed the door behind us, the soft click of the lock deafening in the silence.
“Do you remember what happened last time we were here?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I didn’t touch her as I slipped past her and sat on the bed.
“Take off my boots.”
I didn’t look at her. She didn’t deserve my eyes yet. I hadn’t realized that the hurt of her leaving that night still festered deep inside me. I thought I had forgiven her.
Until we walked into this room.
As soon as I saw my bed, I remembered sitting there naked after making her come so hard she could barely breathe. Offering her my protection, my love, my life. And she’d walked away.
Haizley kneeled at my feet and lifted my pant leg to untie my boots. She didn’t object. Didn’t try to reason with me. She sat at my feet and served me.
One boot gone, then the other. She removed my socks, then sat back on her feet, her head bowed and waited for my command. Standing up, I withdrew from my cut and hung it on the hook on the wall. Reaching behind my head, I pulled the shirt up and off, tossing it into the basket in the corner.
“Stand up.”
She stood silently. Her head still bowed in submission. Waiting for each command. As I watched her stand there without a sound, I considered my options. I could punish her. Turn her ass red so she understood how much she hurt me that night. Or I could fuck her, withholding her orgasms while I used her body for my own selfish needs. Or I could walk away. Show her how it felt.
None of those options felt right.
They all left a hollow feeling inside of me.
“Give me your eyes, Haizley.”
When she looked up at me, her eyes were glassy, and I considered how maybe she was remembering the same thing I was.
“I love you.”
A tear slipped from the corner and slid down her cheek at my words.
“I need to know you want this. Want me. The last time we were in this room was after I claimed you in front of my club. I told them all you were my old lady. And you walked away.”
“I’m sorry,” she cried quietly.
“I won’t survive you walking away again. Tonight, you claimed me in front of the entire bar. All I wanted to do was bring you here and stay buried in your pussy all night. Then we walked in, and I remembered how you walked away from me. I considered punishing you. I considered walking out on you the way you walked out on me. I don’t want that kind of love with you. I don’t want the kind of love where we keep score of how we hurt each other. Hurt is inevitable. I will fuck up. So will you. But I want us to work through it and leave it behind us. But to do that I need to know why you walked away.”
“I was scared. I know that sounds trite and cliché, but it’s true. You were saying all the right words. All the things I wanted to hear, and I believed if I let you love me, I wouldn’t be able to love you enough to keep you.”
“That doesn’t make any fucking sense.” I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall. I stood there while Haizley told me a story about her father and a carousel and a brass ring. About her parents’ accident and the fight they had before it. About her feelings and how she believed she didn’t love them enough, so they were taken away from her.
“ It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all is a bullshit platitude to help people grieve. Losing love fucking hurts, Gunner. It’s a hurt that never heals. It scabs over and then one day, you’re going about your life and something rips the scab off, and you bleed all over again.”
“Come here, baby.”
She walked into my arms, and I held her tight. Her tears ran down my chest as she cried.
“I didn’t want to hurt anymore. I’ve kept everyone at arm’s length. Corbin, my best friend at college, you. I didn’t want to love you because I didn’t want to lose you.”
“You’re not gonna lose me, baby. I told you; I’m never letting you go. You walked away, and I fucking stalked you. You’re fucking stuck with me. The question is, do I have you?”
“You have me.”
I slammed my lips on hers and lifted her up. Turning, I pinned her against the wall with my pelvis while I pulled her shirt over her head. Pulling the cups of her bra down, I latched on to her nipple and sucked hard before biting and then soothing it with my tongue.
I was ravenous for her. The combination of the way she claimed me at the bar, straddling my lap in front of Penny and every damn person there without thought, and the way she clocked Penny, had me so fucking hard in an instant. I thought my dick would push through my jeans just to get to her pussy.
That was how I felt now. I wanted her now. I wanted to slam into her and stay there all goddamn night.
But first, she needed to be rewarded.
“You were such a good fucking girl at the bar, little lamb. Staking your claim over me. Fuck, baby, I almost came right then and there.”
I moved to the other tit, pulling the nipple between my teeth and hearing her cry out tore a groan from me. I loved hearing her cries and whimpers as I pushed her toward oblivion. I unlatched the bra in the back so her tits were free, then started on the button of her jeans.
Once I had them open, I dipped my fingers in, sliding them between her lips.
“Fucking soaked,” I hissed.
“Only for you,” she whispered.
“Fuck, baby. You have no idea how fucking hot that is.”
My mouth found her neck, and I sucked on the base of her throat as I shoved two fingers into her tight cunt. Her legs tightened around my waist, pulling me closer as she rode my hand.
“Come for me, Haizley. Soak my hand.”
Her breath hitched.
One.
Two.
Three times before she cried out. Her body stiffened in my arms as she climaxed. When she sagged against me, I carried her to the bed. Laying her down gently, I pulled her pants and panties off her legs and tossed them on the floor. Kneeling on the floor, I lifted her legs and threw them over my shoulders.
“Gunner, no. I can’t,” she panted as her body lay lax. She made no move to wiggle away despite her protests.
“You can, baby. You deserve a reward for clocking that bitch in the face.”
Haizley laughed out loud. “I can’t believe I did that.”
Leaning in, I drew my tongue along her slit slowly. I knew she was sensitive. I wanted to build her up slowly. I couldn’t have her passing out before I buried myself inside her sweet cunt.
I took my time as I licked through her wetness. The taste of her sweet cream was something I couldn’t get enough of. When she started to wiggle, I pinned her down with my heavy arm. She was so tiny it didn’t take much effort.
Which made what she did to Greg so fucking incredible. The strength inside this woman would never cease to amaze me. I sucked on her piercing, flicking the little nub below it until she bucked against my mouth. It didn’t take long before she cried out again.
“I-I’m coming. Oh shit, Gunner!”
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me.” The surge of liquid flooded over my beard, and I lapped up what I could.
“Move up the bed, baby.”
“Can’t. Dead.”
I laughed at her dramatics, and leaned in to whisper, “You ain’t dead yet, baby, but you are headed to heaven.”
I lifted her and tossed her further up the bed while I removed my jeans and boxers. My dick sighed in relief the moment I released him from his confinement. Digging out a condom, I quickly slid it on and climbed onto the bed over her.
As soon as she felt the head of my cock against her piercing, her eyes flew open, and she smiled.
“You want my cock, baby? Is that what that smile is for?”
“Yes.” She reached out and stroked the length, and the moment her fingers touched me, every muscle tensed in an attempt to stop myself from coming.
The anticipation of sliding into her hot wet pussy was hard enough, but when her delicate fingers wrapped around my dick and squeezed with the force of a boa constrictor, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
“Baby, you gotta stop, or it’ll be over before I get inside that pussy.” I pulled her hand away and the pout that covered her lips was so fucking cute. I leaned in and bit her plump lip, sucking it into my mouth.
Sitting back on my feet, I reached out, my hands engulfing her waist, and I flipped her over. She cried out in shock, and I smacked her ass. Her cries quickly turned to moans and my dick pulsed in expectation.
I rubbed over the handprint on her ass and bent down to kiss it. I was lost in this woman. My own need set aside again, I spread her ass apart and kissed her little puckered hole before letting my tongue slide over it.
Haizley jumped and tried to pull away, but I held her hips in my grasp, preventing her escape.
“What the hell are you doing? she asked as she glared at me over her shoulder.
I gave her a salacious grin. “I’m getting your ass ready for me.”
“Oh, Fuck no!”
She began to kick at me, almost catching me in the balls, so I pinned her to the bed. Laying my body over hers with my hard cock nestled against the crack of her ass, letting her feel me against her, I licked at the edge of her ear and whispered, “I will have that ass one day. Today, I’m just playin’. Getting you used to my touch.”
“Your big dick is not going in my ass. Tomorrow, Indie will be tattooing a tramp stamp that says ‘exit only.’ ”
Getting back up on my knees, I smacked her ass again on each side.
“You think a couple of words will keep me out? You can tattoo whatever the fuck you want on this body. But I’ll be the only one pushing the ink under your skin.”
As I said the words, I lifted her hips and surged into her pussy at the same time.
“Just like I’m the only one pushing my dick into your cunt.”
Haizley cried out and then moaned. She pushed her hips back at me and I stilled.
“How many times do I have to tell you, little lamb? You. Are. Not. In. Charge,” I reminded her, punctuating each word with my thrusts.
“Fuuuck,” she groaned. “You’re so deep.”
“That’s right, baby. You’ll feel me in this pussy for weeks.”
I hammered into her while I held her hips in place. She was mine to use as I wanted. I had no issue with giving her as many orgasms as she could handle, but they were mine to give.
Mine to control.
I felt her channel start to quiver around me and I pulled out. Replacing my dick with my fingers when she whined. Holding my hand still, I let her fuck my hand. I gave her a few minutes to ride my hand the way she wanted, chasing her release, before pulling it just out of reach.
“Fuck you, Gunner!”
Her hand disappeared under her as she felt for her clit.
I grasped her hand, pulling it away.
“This is my pussy. You don’t get to touch it unless I give you permission.”
“Gunner, please.”
“You’re so sexy when you beg.”
Sliding back into her again, her sigh was exaggerated as I moved in and out of her tight hole. I wanted to play with her all night. Keep her on the edge of release until she lost all control. But I was about to lose control myself.
Pulling out, I moved to lay on my back. “Come ride me, Haizley. Climb on and take what you need.”
She didn’t move right away. She lay there panting, trying to catch her breath.
“Hurry up before I change my mind. It won’t be often I let you have any control. Take advantage while you fucking can.”
I was on edge. I knew I wouldn’t last with her on top of me, watching her tits bounce in front of my face while she rode my dick. So, I would give her this.
She moved quickly then, getting up on her knees and swinging her leg over me like she was climbing on a bike.
FUCK!
I had to squeeze my dick to the point of pain to stop my fucking release.
She lifted herself up and stared into my eyes. Her hands pressed on my chest as she sank down on my hard fucking cock. My eyes closed as I concentrated on not blowing inside of her when her sharp voice pulled me back.
“Give me your fucking eyes, Gunner.”
That snapped me back to the present. She was rocking over me with a grin that said she knew exactly what she was doing. That fucking sass would get her tossed over my knee, and I suspected that was exactly what she wanted.
“Playtime’s over,” I growled.
Digging my heels into the mattress, I held her hips in the air as I fucked her. My thumb found her clit, and I rubbed and pinched as I thrust up into her, pushing her over the edge so fast she gasped in surprise. When her walls clamped down over me, I succumbed to my own release along with her.
She collapsed on my chest, and neither of us moved as we tried to catch our breath. Before long, hers became slow and even, and I knew she had fallen asleep. I pulled the blanket over us, leaving my soft dick nestled inside her while we slept.