Chapter 14 Gunner
GUNNER
It’s been a week since I claimed Alice in front of my club, and it’s the first time we’ve been able to be alone. Her friends from the Texas chapter stayed for a few days, and now that they’re gone, I want to give her the rest of her birthday present.
It’s after hours, and Heat & Ink just closed. Boss and Felon have already left for the day, and I step out to the reception area where Alice is shutting down the computer. “Hey.”
She’s already smiling when she looks at me. She’s been doing that a lot lately. “Hi.”
I lean against the door jamb. “You want the rest of your birthday present?”
She fingers the gold chain at her neck. “You got me this beautiful necklace, paid for a spa day, and threw me a huge party. I think you’ve already overdone it on the gifts.”
I hold my hand up and beckon her closer. “Come here.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She crashes into me, and I lift her up into my arms. Since the night I claimed her in front of the club, she’s been like this. She’s happy and carefree and doesn’t mind showing it.
I carry her to my tattoo room and sit her down on the table. Her legs are hanging over the side, and I fit my waist between her thighs. I kiss her because it’s been too long since the last time.
Her hands are everywhere. Across my shoulders, down my back, and when she pulls at the hem of my shirt, I break the kiss off.
She whimpers and leans into me. “Don’t stop.”
I grab her hands, panting. Fuck, I want her so badly, but if I give in, it’s going to be a while before we have this opportunity again. “I want to give you something.”
She smiles at me and then wraps her legs around my waist. “Yeah. I’ve thought about doing it in here since I first came to work here. I’m game.”
I groan. She isn’t making this very easy. “Tattoo first. Then I’ll give you what you want.”
She sits up a little taller. “You’re going to give me a tattoo?”
She’s so giddy, I know I’m doing the right thing. “Yeah, is that okay? Do you know what you want?”
She shakes her head. “No. I have no idea. Oh my gosh…”
I brush a piece of hair off her face. “Well, I know what I’d like to give you.”
Her eyes light up. “You do?”
I nod, and she cups her hands around my neck. “Then do it.”
I tilt my head. “You don’t want to know what it is?”
She seems to think about it for a minute and then shakes her head. “Nope. I trust you.”
I let out a breath. “Okay, shirt off.”
She pulls her shirt up, and underneath she has on a black silky bra. My breath stutters as I look at her full breasts practically spilling out of the cups. I cup one of them, running my thumb over her pert nipple. She arches her back, pushing herself into my hand.
She sighs. “I thought you were giving me a tattoo.”
I groan and pull my hand back. “Fuck, you make me crazy, princess. Now that you’re mine, I don’t want to keep my hands off you.”
She lifts my hand and puts it back. “You don’t have to.”
I knead her breast, pumping it in my hand, and then release her again. “Tattoo first. Then I’m going to make you feel good. Lay back and roll to your side.”
She lies on her side, and I put a hand on her ribcage. “I want to put it here. Okay?”
She lays her head down on her arm. “Okay.”
I get all my equipment ready and get her skin prepped. When I start the tattoo, she doesn’t flinch, but I only get a few seconds in and stop. “You okay? If you change your mind, just tell me.”
She laughs. “It’s fine. Keep going.”
I put my head down and focus on the tattoo. It’s roughly thirty minutes later when I finish, and I wipe at her delicate skin. Pleased with my work, I kiss her bare shoulder. “Done. Hold on. I’ll get you a mirror.”
She’s trying to see the tattoo, and I come back over, holding the mirror at an angle that makes it easier to see.
She looks at it. “A key… with your name on it.”
I nod at the intricate design.
She doesn’t stop looking at it. “What does it mean?”
Instead of explaining it, I lift my shirt and show her the tattoo on my chest. She almost saw it the other night, and I didn’t want to just spring it on her. She leans in to look at it and then puts a hand to her mouth. “That’s a locket… with my name on it.”
I nod and let out a breath. She seems happy, and relief fills me.
She shakes her head. “But that’s not a new tattoo. I saw that the other night. When did you get it?”
I lift my chin. “The day after you came to town.”
She points at my chest. “You mean the locket, right? When did you put my name on it?”
“The day after you came to town.”
She gasps. “But… how… why?”
I lean down and cup her face with my hand. “Because I knew then that I wanted you. Instantly, I took one look at you and knew. We talked that night you got here. Do you remember that?”
She nods, but I continue with my story. “I had spent an hour with you and I knew that we should be together, but you spent the whole night mad at me. I didn’t want you to get on the back of that recruit’s bike.”
She smiles, thinking about it. “I thought you were just wanting to boss me around and then that guy got in a wreck the next night. You knew it wasn’t safe.”
I cup her face. “I knew it wasn’t safe, but I also knew then that I didn’t want you on anyone’s bike but mine.”
She leans up. “All this time I thought you were being bossy.”
I press my lips to hers and then pull back. “I love you, princess.”
She reaches behind her and pulls the straps of her bra down. “Show me.”
I growl and suck her nipple into my mouth. She whimpers but then pushes me by the shoulders. “No.”
“No?” I ask, surprised.
I hold my hands up and wait for her to continue. She sits up, moves to the edge of the table, and then stands up. “This is not what I imagined when I thought about me and you… in here.”
I grip the edge of the bed until my knuckles turn white. With anticipation, I ask her, “What did you imagine?”
She goes to my chair, sits in it, and wheels herself over until she’s in front of the table. She pats it. “Sit here.”
I move around the table and sit down in front of her.
She pushes a lever on the chair, and it lifts her higher.
I’m too lost in watching her breasts jiggle until she puts her hands on my thighs, squeezes, and then unbuckles my belt.
I pull the hair from her face. “So you’re telling me that you thought about getting me off in here? ”
I help her pull my jeans and underwear down. I’m no sooner free than she has her hand around my girth, and she’s kissing the tip of my penis.
One kiss, one lick and then she’s opening up, taking me down her throat. I groan as she wraps her lips around me, and my hand goes to the back of her head.
She slurps and moans, and when she gags, it feels so good, but I gently tug her hair so she’s popping off my cock. She stands up and peels her pants and panties down her legs, kicking her sandals off on the way.
When she stands up, I take one look at her, and my cock twitches. “I need to be inside you.”
She nods. “I need that too.”
I pick her up, turn around, and set her on the edge of the table. Parting her thighs, I see that her pussy is already glistening with her arousal. “You’re soaking wet, princess.”
She leans back on the table. “I’m like this all the time now. I can’t get enough of you, Grey.”
I fist my cock and line it up at her entrance. Slowly, I impale her with my hard manhood. She arches her back and moans. “Yes. Fuck, you feel so good.”
Relentless, I thrust my hips back and forth, going deeper each time.
She takes all of me, and I reach between us, putting my thumb at her clit.
I increase the pressure until her orgasm hits her and she starts to writhe underneath me.
Her pussy clamps down on me, and I’m unable to hold back.
I come, saying her name, until I'm completely empty and I’ve filled her up.
She sits up, and I gather her in my arms. “I love you, Alice.”
She sighs with contentment. “I love you too.”
I rest my head on her chin. “I’m going to screw up. I’m going to be bossy. I’m going to say things or do things you won’t like, but you just need to talk to me.”
She leans back and looks at me. “Okay.”
“Don’t give up on me, okay? I can’t lose you.”
She presses her breasts against my chest. “I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.”
I lean back and look into her eyes. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
She smiles ear to ear. “I hope you do. Now, let’s go have dinner and then we can do this… again.”
I help her off the table and just watch as she gets dressed. If I spend the rest of my life with her, it won’t be long enough.