Chapter Twenty-Two
T hings with Gunner have been good. Really good.
Ever since we said those words to one another, we have been closer.
He’s only ever made love to me that one night, but it’s all I needed. Every other night has been dirtier than the last.
I never knew I would like the things he does to me, but I do. A lot.
Like the choking or the spanking. The anal sex. Just last night, he tied me up in his room and edged me for an hour. When I finally came, I blacked out. I woke up minutes later being cuddled by him as he rubbed my wrists.
It’s like he’s opened my eyes to what sex could be like. I’m not mad about it. I want more. All the time.
Pulling up to the garage, I frown when I see Fox already there. I was really looking forward to some morning orgasms.
Gunner smirks at me as I walk up.
“Stop pouting.” He leans down, kissing my lips.
“Why is he here already?” I whine quietly.
He laughs. “He has a project he needs to finish. We can’t always have the shop to ourselves.”
I let out a deep sigh. “I better get to work then. I’m going to be cranky all day.”
“Or maybe you won’t be,” he tells me, pulling me over to my bench.
I smile when I see the motorcycle work order.
“I get to try one?” I ask.
It’s the one area of my skills that’s lacking. I never learned much about them because more people who ride bikes prefer to do the work themselves or find a shop like this one who specializes in it.
“Yep. I figured we could work on it together. What do you think?”
“You’re going to be my teacher?” I ask him, grabbing his shirt to pull him into me.
“I am. Are you going to be a good girl? Or am I going to have to take a ruler across your ass?”
My pussy throbs at the thought. I love being his good girl, but being his little brat often brings me more pleasure.
“I don’t know if I can behave, daddy,” I whisper to him.
It only makes him turn me, caging me into my bench.
“If you aren’t careful, I’ll bend you over and fuck you, Fox be damned,” he growls.
“Yes, please.” I smile up at him.
“Greedy little brat. Go get ready. We have to have this done by close.”
I stick my bottom lip out a little, but that only makes him lean in and bite it.
“Temptress. Get a move on.” He turns me, smacking my ass.
Fox groans. “Get a room, you two. I can’t have kinky distractions. I’m behind.”
“Whose fault is that? Maybe you shouldn’t have dipped early yesterday when you got a call from Candy. Or was it Porsche? All those strippers have weird names,” Gunner grumbles at him.
“That’s Candi with an I, but no, it wasn’t her.” Fox sighs. “Her name was Crystal, and she had real titties. They were huge.”
“Gross,” I tell him, moving back to the lockers.
I lock my stuff up before changing into my overalls. I never cared what I looked like before, so I wore my overalls in, but knowing Gunner might want easier access, I started changing when I got here.
I’m still salty over Fox being here, but that fades away the moment my eyes meet Gunner’s.
“Let’s teach you how to look over a bike.”
Kneeling next to him, I listen as he starts to explain what the different parts are. I listen intently, wanting to make him proud.
Moving through the motions with him, I feel lighter than I have ever before. Not once does he get mad at me when I have to ask him to clarify or repeat information. He remains patient as he goes over it again, sometimes changing how he says it to hopefully help me understand it better.
The grumpy man I met months ago would have chewed my head off by now. I remember thinking about how we would kill one another if we worked on a project together.
Yet here I am next to him, changing the oil on a motorcycle with him, going slowly so that I can understand what he’s doing.
Once the oil is changed, we check the brake lines.
“See this here? It shouldn’t be here. My guess is whoever worked on this bike before used a cheap product. Even if rocks pelted this thing for an hour, the brake line should never be torn up like this. We are going to replace it,” he tells me.
“What do you need me to do?” I ask, eager to get my hands on it.
“I’m going to let you do it by yourself. I have to make a call, but do you think you can handle it?”
I nod enthusiastically.
He boops the end of my nose before running through the steps for me. Then he heads off, leaving me on my own.
It seems easy, but I understand pretty quickly how tricky it can get changing one out.
I’m cussing and getting irritated as I work on it enough that Fox asks if I need help. I refuse to accept it, though. I can figure this out by myself, I know I can.
This will not beat me.
Pulling up a video online, I see where I’m going wrong.
Quickly, I figure it out. When it’s finished, I stand, looking down at it, super proud of myself.
Cleaning my hands on a rag, I make my way over to the office. Gunner is sitting behind the desk arguing with someone on the phone. I go to move away, but he waves me in. As soon as I’m close, he pulls me into his lap.
“I told you I needed that part two weeks ago. This is getting ridiculous. The part better be here by Friday. If it’s not, you will be refunding me, and we will no longer use you as a supplier. Don’t fucking doubt me, Bill. I am more than willing to pay twice the money to get the parts on time.”
I love when he is dominant like that. The alpha male in him calls to a feminine part of me. I can hang with the boys, but I still like to be treated like a girl.
After he hangs up the phone, he kisses my neck.
“You have any trouble?” he asks.
“I did, but I figured it out. Want to come look?”
He helps me up, then follows me into the bay. He takes several minutes looking it over. Then he climbs on the bike, turns it on, and takes off like a bat out of hell. My heart is in my throat as I watch him speed away only to brake suddenly.
My hand is on my chest.
What in the hell?
When he comes back, turning off the bike, I smack his chest.
“Why would you do that to me? You gave me a heart attack.”
He laughs. Fucking laughs. At me.
Murder. I knew it would end in murder.
“Trouble, I trust you. I knew you did it right. I was testing it because we have to. You did a damn good job, babe. I’m so proud of you,” he tells me, pulling me into his arms.
“I still don’t like it,” I whisper. “You really think I did good?”
“Yes. You did amazing. Better than most of my guys.”
I pull back, beaming up at him. The praise is exactly what I needed.
“So what are we learning next?”
He taps my nose once more. “Anything you want.”
“That’s good. Let me check the tightness,” I tell her, squeezing in next to her.
She moves over, but barely. She watches every move I make. It has me wanting to act like a fool.
I flick my wrist, proud that she was able to get it tight enough.
When we finished the customer’s bike, I brought mine in for her to tinker with. I hate trusting others with my bike, but Sloane is different. I want to teach her everything. Maybe I’ll even get her a bike of her own.
Maybe not, though. I enjoy her being on the back of mine too much for that.
“Very good.”
Every single bit of praise I give her has her preening. I fucking love to see it. She deserves to be made to feel like she is amazing because she is. She is my entire world now. I don’t even know when it happened. I won’t do anything to fuck it up, though.
“Now we need to take her for a short ride,” I tell her.
She pouts, her lip sticking out a little. It’s such a girly action that it takes me by surprise every time she does it. It’s like she’s a guy’s girl most of the time, but she has these times when she is soft. It reminds me that she is badass, but she is also every bit of a woman.
My woman.
Pulling down her bottom lip with my finger, I smirk at her. “Don’t pout, brat. We can go on a longer ride later. We still have to close up shop. I want you to feel the difference that little tweak made.”
“Okay. I’ll go wash my hands, then we can go.”
I watch her walk toward the back. I’m so focused on her, I miss Fox coming up next to me.
“You are a sucker. The way your eyes trail her…”
I turn to glare at him. He holds his hands up.
“I’m not saying I blame you. Sloane is one of a kind. She likes getting dirty and working on cars and has the mouth of a sailor, plus she looks like that.” He whistles, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Honestly, you are one lucky son of a bitch.”
“Stay away from her,” I growl, which only makes him laugh.
She starts walking back then, stopping when she feels the tension. She comes to me immediately, touching my arm to help me calm down.
“Fox, is that mouth of yours getting you into trouble again? Gunner here knows he’s the only man for me, but he still has a bit of a jealous bone. I’d be happy to watch him kick your ass into next week if you would like,” Sloane tells him, with a sweet smile on her face.
I don’t even want her smiling at the prick. He was winding me up on purpose. Now I have all this energy inside of me. I want to punch him.
“Whoa, I would never let this mouth get me into trouble. It sure does seem to enjoy the taste of it. Isn’t that right, Trouble?” He winks at me.
I lunge for him, getting his meaning. Sloane steps in my path instead. She is the only thing keeping me from rearranging Fox’s face right now. Fucker is asking for it.
“Fox, you better go somewhere else. Gunner, you promised me a ride. Don’t make me wait.” She narrows her eyes on me, and it’s enough to break through the red haze settling over my eyes.
I grab her hand, pulling her along behind me. I almost turn around when I hear Fox’s laughter echoing behind me. Almost.
“Don’t even think about it, Pierce,” she growls as if she knows I’m fighting the temptation.
Her hand in mine is the only thing keeping me going.
When we get to my bike, I turn around, my hand finding her ass as I pull her close to me. Then I devour her mouth. I kiss her over and over until we are both breathless. When we finally come up for air, I rest my head on hers.
“I’m sorry. I know you wouldn’t, but he got to me. I don’t like the idea of another man touching you.”
She holds me tighter. “It’s okay. It was hot watching you go all alpha over me. As long as you know that I don’t want him or any other man. Only you.”
The words settle in my chest. It’s not going to be an easy road, but her reassurances are slowly healing me from within. Every time she reminds me that I’m what she wants, it helps me get over the small voice in my head telling me to run far away.
“Get on,” I tell her, climbing on the bike.
She does as I ask, putting her helmet on. Then I take off at breakneck speeds. I’m so grateful that there is little traffic out here.
Sloane doesn’t complain though. She holds on tight, her body leaning with mine each curve.
When we finally arrive at the small field I bought several years ago as an investment, I pull the bike behind the tree line, hiding us from any passing cars.
I help Sloane off before taking off my helmet.
“What are we…”
Sloane doesn’t get to finish her question. My lips are devouring hers as my body thrums with energy. I need an outlet. Fighting isn’t an option right now, so Sloane is going to need to take every bit of it.
Pulling away from her, I turn her toward the bike.
“I’m going to strip you down and fuck you on this bike. I know you like being my brat, but I need my good girl right now. I’m not going to be gentle. I am going to fuck you hard and long until you have come at least three times. You are going to take every bit of it. I don’t want to hear a word from you unless it’s moaning my name. Nod your head if you understand.”
She nods her head several times, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. I kiss her once more before stripping her out of her overalls. Then I unbutton her shorts, removing them and her underwear all at once. The T-shirt and bra come off easily, leaving my girl standing naked in the middle of the woods.
My dick is begging for her, but I can’t. Not yet. I need her taste on my tongue.
“Climb on the bike. Hold the handles.”
She does as I ask, a shiver going through her body when her clit rubs against the seat. Pulling her hips back, I angle her to where I can get to her pussy and ass, her clit still on the seat. Leaning forward, I lick her from pussy to ass, pressing her down against the seat. She moans at the contact.
I lick at her pussy a little bit before I replace my tongue with my fingers. Then I focus on her ass instead.
I always thought eating ass would be different. I didn’t think it was something I would ever do, but the way she is practically pushing into my tongue tells me she likes it. I continue to lick around her ass while my fingers press inside of her. She is grinding against my seat, making it a total mess.
I fucking love it.
When she comes, I pull back, wiping my beard from all the juices she squirted on me. My entire shirt is soaked, but I wear it like a badge of honor.
My woman did this to me.
“That’s one,” I tell her, smiling at how worn out she already is.
She is in for a treat. I’m about to fuck her until she is sore. If I have my way, she will still be feeling me in the morning.
Moving her body, I position myself under her with her hands still on the handlebars facing away from me. Then I pull my zipper down, adjusting my jeans so that my cock is out and ready to rock.
“Take me, my good girl,” I tell her as I slide inside her wet heat.
She moans, her head falling forward to hang between her arms.
I start off at a slow pace, thrusting up into her. When she starts to rock against me, I match her pace. I let her take control, fucking me. Proving to me that it is my dick she wants.
“That’s it, Trouble. Fuck me until you come on my cock. Soak me until every man in a fifty-mile radius can smell who belongs to you. Show them who you belong to.”
“Pierce.” My name is a whisper on her lips as she clenches around me.
She goes limp in my arms as her body comes down from the high. I stand, picking her up, only to push her forward.
“That’s two. One more, Trouble. Give me one more.”
“I can’t. Too much,” she whines.
“Never too much. You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes, daddy. I’m yours.”
“You want to make daddy happy? I need you to take all this energy from me. Can you do that?”
She looks over her shoulder at me. Exhaustion is clear on her face, but she nods anyway.
“Yes, daddy. Fuck me. Use me. I’m your little doll.”
My dick twitches at her words. Fuck, I love this woman.
I don’t waste any time. I slide back inside of her. Every thrust of mine, I push down so her clit is being rubbed against my seat once again. It doesn’t take long for her third orgasm to overtake her.
I don’t hesitate. I come along with her, emptying my cock inside of her. It’s then that I realize I didn’t put a condom on. The idea of being inside of her bare causes my cock to twitch even more.
Fuck, I want to breed her. To paint her insides white. That would fucking amazing.
Even the idea of kids isn’t scary to me. Little Sloane’s running around? Sign me the fuck up. Between the two of us, they would never go without. They would be the coolest kids on the block. The way they would know how to fix things. They would have their own bikes as soon as they were old enough.
The idea forms in my head, making me hold myself inside of her longer than necessary. Not that she notices. I can hear her slight snore as I hold myself inside of her and chuckle when I see that her eyes are closed.
Yeah, I’m going to knock this chick up one day. She just doesn’t know it yet, but she will.