Chapter 25 Brooklyn
TWENTY-FIVE
brOOKLYN
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
I woke up to the light streaming in through the lace curtains I had put up in our bedroom.
Gunner’s arm was protectively wound around my waist as he slept beside me.
I looked at him sleeping, his brows relaxed and a peaceful expression on his face.
He hadn’t had a nightmare in several months.
The PTSD he was suffering from after Afghanistan had slowly but surely started to disappear, and I was thankful for that.
He woke up in cold sweats less often now, and even when he did, all it took was for us to talk for a few minutes before he could go back to sleep again.
I didn’t think that Gunner could ever forgive himself for what had happened to Luke, but he was getting better.
He was learning to live with it and accept himself for it.
I, of course, knew that there was no blame.
Luke had always taken risks, and it eventually got him killed.
That was the whole truth, and it was never Gunner’s fault.
I watched him as he slept, and a wave of love for him rose up in my chest. I kissed him on his forehead, which made his eyelids flutter, so I looked around the room.
It never failed to amaze me, the way our lives had changed in the past seven months.
When I met him, this apartment was completely bare.
Now, it was beginning to look like a home. Our home.
I ran my fingers over the bulge of his biceps, feeling the rough texture of his skin, which was covered with tattoos, including a skull wearing a crown.
He still had the metal tags on a chain around his neck, a reminder of his military past. I kissed his shoulder again.
Gunner blinked his eyes open, and when he saw me, he pulled me closer with a smile.
No matter how late he worked, I always woke up with him beside me in his arms. I couldn’t remember the last time I had experienced this kind of stability in my life, and I was dating a biker!
Gunner kissed me, pulling my mouth into his, and every time he kissed me, it felt like it was the only thing he knew how to do. Even though we had both just woken up groggy, he overpowered me with the kiss, wrapping his hands around my face, pulling me into him, exploring my mouth with his tongue.
I felt his fingers slide in under the covers, eagerly seeking out my flesh.
The white satin nightdress I was wearing was no match to his rough desperate touch, and I felt his fingers slide up and down my belly.
His hands found my butt, which he gently caressed, while his tongue ran over my teeth, sucking in my breath.
When he pulled away, I was already breathing hard. With my lips parted, he ran his fingers down the side of my face till he touched my lips.
“Fuck. That mouth would look great wrapped around my cock,” he said and took in a deep sharp breath. I moaned with delight, and my tongue instinctively flicked his salty finger while he traced the shape of my lips.
I wanted the same thing he did. I wanted his cock in my mouth.
I slid down the bed, under the covers, while he stroked my tousled hair. My fingers quickly worked on his briefs, pulling them down his muscular rigid thighs. I wedged myself between his legs, and he tightened them around me.
His cock was on display now, and the wetness between my legs was delightful.
I looked up at him for a moment, and he looked desperate.
Like he couldn’t wait to see what I might do with my mouth.
I fluttered my heavy lashes at him and opened my mouth wide, sliding in the tip of his cock into my mouth. Then I sucked.
I heard Gunner groan loudly as I slid my mouth up and down his hard throbbing cock. My eyes watered as he thrust his cock deeper down my throat. I liked to see him like this. Losing control.
Gunner was a hard biker, tattooed and rough, and yet in bed with me, while I had my mouth wrapped around his cock, he was helpless. He was completely under my power, and I loved it.
I felt him twine his fingers into my hair, tugging at them now as leverage so that he could thrust harder and stronger into my mouth.
From his grunts and moans, I could sense that he was close to the edge.
He plunged himself deeper into my throat, and I hummed, stroking his thighs gently to relax him.
My head bobbed up and down on his engorged cock, my throat struggling to accommodate his length, but there was a tension building up in my belly.
I felt Gunner slam his cock right to the back of my throat, and his body spasmed.
“Fuck, Brooklyn. How do you do this to me?” he barked, almost like he was mad at me.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth in a sudden rush to stop himself from spilling so quickly.
I knew he was constantly at war with himself for being weak around me.
Even though he loved me desperately, it was difficult for him to admit to himself that he was helpless in his love.
“Come over here!” he commanded. I tried to clear my throat only to realize that the back of my throat was raw from the way he had just fucked me. Even blowjobs with him were dangerous.
The bedsprings creaked as I shifted up beside him.
“I want to hear it, Brooklyn,” he said in a sudden threatening voice as he positioned himself beside me.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear.
“Say please,” he said, grabbing me by my waist to position me the way he wanted. I faced the headboards now, on my knees with my butt presented to him.
“Please fuck me, Gunner. Please…” I breathed the words huskily, my voice still chafing against my raw throat as I spoke.
He had given me no warning; three fingers slid into my wet pussy. I gasped as I felt his fingers inside me, and I grabbed the wall in front of me for support, my palms outstretched and pressed against it.
Gunner had no intention of being gentle, and he made sure I knew it. Three fingers rammed into me repeatedly, with force, while a fourth played with my clit.
“Please fuck me, Gunner…I want your cock in me. I want you to come inside me,” I was screaming now, and in the next moment, he had replaced his fingers with his cock.
He had wound himself over my back, holding my waist with both hands.
He hovered over me with his knees bent. He was muscular and powerful, a fucking machine, while he pounded into me with his irresistible cock.
Even though we had been together for seven months now, every time he entered me, it was like it was a new experience.
“Keep begging, my darling. Beg for more,” Gunner growled over me, and I shivered in ecstasy. I could feel myself being pounded and dragged to the edge.
“Don’t stop fucking me, Gunner…please don’t stop. I want to come,” I cried, feeling my toes beginning to curl. The tables had turned. With his cock in my mouth, he was utterly in my control, and now he had me pinned down right where he wanted me in his grasp.
Gunner drove his cock into me, deep inside, and my clit rubbed against the bedsheets, tingling, sensitive and raw.
“I can’t stop, Brooklyn. You are so fucking hot,” Gunner growled above me, and I could feel myself hurling towards the finish line.
If I could have my way, we’d do this all day.
I didn’t want him to ever stop. Weren’t you supposed to get bored of sleeping with the same guy?
Gunner had a way of finding something new every time.
He knew exactly how to set my body on fire.
“I’m going to come!” I screamed just as my body released. Gunner didn’t stop pumping into me, driving himself to the edge.
“I’m going to make sure you can’t walk straight when you walk down the aisle today,” he declared just as he came, bursting into me with fury. I felt him shoot and drain himself, grunting over me as his orgasm began to subside.
Then we were laughing; a delirious joy had overtaken us. He’d mentioned the wedding, and I realized that it was today! We were going to be married today!
I turned on my back, perspiration covering my body, and Gunner fell down on the bed beside me, panting hard.
We were still laughing, happy that we’d found each other, grateful for everything that had happened to bring us together.
To me, it was some ridiculously happy fantasy that I was living, and Gunner looked satisfied as he lay beside me, trying to recover.
“How do you bring this out in me, Brooklyn? I can never get enough of you,” he said and pulled me into his arms again. We kissed, tenderly and lovingly this time, and we smiled at each other again.
“I can’t wait to be married to you, Gunner,” I said with my cheeks flushing as he peered into my eyes.
In just a few hours, this man was going to be my husband, and I was glad that Luke had met him.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Was it really me? Was this really happening to me? Brooklyn Jenson?
I had spent all my life wondering if I would ever marry for love. I was expected to date and eventually marry a member of the Dragon Knights. Not for love but for duty. So that I could bear a Dragon Knights son to carry on the Jenson legacy.
Instead, I was marrying a Bad Disciple today, an archrival…
the son of a man who used to be Daddy’s best friend but turned into an enemy.
And most importantly, I wasn’t marrying for legacy, loyalty or duty, or for the sole purpose of breeding a Dragon Knights brood.
I was marrying for love and to spend my life with a man who I wanted to be with.
I couldn’t help but wonder if my mother would have still been around if she had married for love, and not because her father had forced her to marry Daddy, because he had proven himself to be a suitable Dragon Knights candidate for my mom.
And here I was, all dressed and ready to marry Gunner Alton.
I was in the most gorgeous white dress I could have dreamed for my wedding with a sparkling tiara on my head. The neck was a delicate sweetheart cut, which I’d specially designed, because I knew how much Gunner liked to see my cleavage on display.
Axel and the boys had gifted me a blindingly bright diamond necklace as a wedding present, which I was thoroughly impressed with.
It lay around my neck now, and I smiled at it.
My hair was done up, my makeup was taken care of and I was ready.
My green eyes sparkled in my reflection, and even though I was nervous on the most important day of my life, I couldn’t wait to get started!
I heard a knock on the dressing room door and knew it was time. Gunner and I had picked the music that started playing outside, and I stood up from the ottoman and walked to the door. Axel was waiting for me on the other side with a bouquet of blushing pink peonies, which he handed to me.
He had tried to not smile too wide when I asked him if he would walk me down the aisle and give me away on my wedding day.
In the past seven months, he had proven to be the closest thing to a father and a good one at that.
I was slowly beginning to miss Daddy and Luke less and less each day.
With Gunner’s friends as my brothers and Axel like a father to me, I was grateful for their presences in my life.
Axel gave me his arm as we smiled at each other. I took the bouquet from him and looked up to find everyone seated. They stood up in unison as Axel led me down the aisle, and my eyes were riveted on the man standing at the end.
Gunner was in a sharp navy tuxedo with a matching bow tie. The colors blended with his blue eyes; his hair was the usual, blond and military cut; and he was freshly shaven. He was staring at me intently, like he had never seen me before. I blushed deeply.
He had a half smile on his face, and I couldn’t help but feel lucky that I had met this man. Glock, Tank, Sniper and Hunter stood beside him, beaming at me and visibly excited.
Axel walked me down the aisle, slowly and steadily keeping a firm grip on my arm. I was dizzy with excitement, and I couldn’t wait to be married to this man. When we stopped before the boys, Axel gently let my arm go then reached over to kiss my cheek.
“You look beautiful, Brooklyn. Gunner is lucky to have you,” he said, and I wondered if Axel had ever said such words in his life before.
Gunner came forward and offered me his arm, which I took then walked up to the altar in front of the priest. I was itching and desperate to kiss him, but we had to control ourselves till we were officially married and when the priest told us we could kiss.
The next time we’d be naked in bed together, I wouldn’t even have my old name… I’d be Brooklyn Alton!
I knew I had tears in my eyes. I wished Daddy and Luke were alive to see this.
They would have been proud of me. Even though I was surrounded by Bad Disciples…
I was in a church full of them! I knew that despite this, they would have been happy that I had made the right decision, that I had chosen to be with a man who would make me happy and be as fiercely protective of me as they were.
Gunner couldn’t take his eyes off me, and I couldn’t look away from him.
When the priest started speaking, it felt like I was drifting off, like something was changing in me. We were going to be bound together for life, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.