Chapter 12
ZINNIA
My heart skips a beat at the sound of the front door clicking closed behind Axe, CJ, and Delilah, leaving me alone with Gunner. Never in my life have I been so nervous about being near him as much as I am now.
I pull out of his embrace and wrap my arms around my front then turn to face Gunner.
Facing him, I find is a mistake. The moment I do so, I meet his gaze and see the glittering arousal in his dark orbs.
Taking a small step back, I swallow down my nerves without taking my eyes off him.
He’s a lion and I’m his prey—I know what I am to Gunner.
He looks ready to pounce at any given moment.
“Zinnia.” There’s a warning in his tone, and I dare not speak.
Instead, I stop moving altogether.
Gunner moves in closer and pulls me into his chest. “I wanna take you for a ride,” he murmurs, leaning in, to the point I thought he’d kiss me. “Go change and meet me back here,” he says and spins away to go in the opposite direction of the house leading away from his bedroom.
Oh my.
I follow him with my gaze for a moment, unsure of what he’s planning, but the thrill of being on the back of his bike outweighs the nerves threatening to take hold.
Quickly I move to the bedroom and change into a pair of jeans and boots.
I was surprised to find them here when Gunner had moved me into the house.
I braid my hair down my back to make sure it doesn’t get knotted and head for the living room to find Gunner standing by the front door holding something clenched in his hands . . . his eyes on me.
“Ready?” he asks, taking in what I’m wearing.
“Yes,” I murmur and nod, holding my hands out at my sides as I stop in front of him.
“You’re missing something,” he declares and moves around me.
“Drop your arms to your sides, Dimples, and shrug this on.” The raspy command of his voice sends chills down my spine.
I do as he says, and he slips my arms through the holes and places the cut onto my shoulders.
My breath is caught in my throat as he comes to stand in front of me again.
“I’ve held onto that thing for nine years, baby, and now it’s finally where it belongs. ”
At his words, I finally look down at the cut that states I’m his property. Tears well and threaten to spill as I reach up to brush a hand over the patch stating ‘Dimples.’
“You’ve always been my Dimples, Zinnia,” he says, pulling me into his arms.
I slide my arms up his chest, wrap my hands around his neck, and meet his gaze.
“You don’t know what it means to me, the fact you had this .
. . all this time,” I whisper, my breath hitching.
“I feel like everything is spinning out of control, but for the first time in years, Gunner, I feel like I’m finally standing still. ”
“Good, now let’s get out of here and on to the bike. If we don’t do it now, then we won’t be going at all.” He smirks, cupping my ass in his hands.
I bite my lower lip to keep from speaking aloud at the thought not being a bad idea. So many times, he’d mentioned he couldn’t wait to fuck me with this very cut on and nothing underneath. But he wanted to wait for me to be eighteen.
Damn Davy for ruining my life for so many years.
The wind whips around me. I hold on and press myself tightly to Gunner’s back.
The rumbling sounds of his bike roars in my ears, and finally, I feel at home.
I love being on the back of his bike. I had always loved it years ago, and I guess some things never change.
It’s exhilarating and freeing all at the same time.
Gunner hits the throttle, and we speed down the road, the sun long gone from the sky. I don’t know where he’s heading, and I don’t care. All that matters is I feel like I’m flying, soaring through the air with Gunner tethering me to him, keeping me from floating away into nothingness.
I watch the dark road from over Gunner’s shoulder and hold him tighter. The vibration of the bike between my legs has my body burning for him to touch me. To have him ride me as he rides his motorcycle.
Gunner drives for a bit longer before pulling off onto a road I’d nearly forgot about after all these years. Slowly he pulls up in front of the cabin and parks the bike, placing the kickstand down.
My mind easily takes me back to the last time we were here.
“Dimples, I fuckin’ love you,” Gunner groans gruffly, encouraging me as I bob my head up and down. His own mouth between my legs.
I take him nearly to my throat repeatedly and swallow, only to have him come.
I suck every last drop from the tip of his cock before he flips me to my back and starts devouring me with his mouth, lapping at my juices.
The orgasm he wrings from my body isn’t small by any means, and I know he’s not nearly done with me for the night.
I blink away the memory and smile, remembering how we ended up moving from in front of the fireplace to the bed. I passed out after the umpteenth release, him holding me close as he’s done every night this past week.
“Hop off, baby,” he says, patting my thigh.
Nodding, I do as he says and take my helmet off. Gunner follows and takes the helmet from me to set it with his on the handle.
Taking my hand, Gunner guides me into the cabin. I’m surprised to find it clean and set up like someone knew we were coming. The fireplace is lit with blankets laid out in front of it.
“Gunner,” I whisper and tilt my head back to glance up at him. “What’s going on?”
“What’s it look like?” he retorts, letting my hand go to take his boots off. I don’t take my eyes off him as first one boot thumps to the ground, then the other. “Take your boots off, Dimples.”
I do as I’m told and remove them quickly before setting them next to Gunner’s and straightening. I meet his gaze and cock my head the slightest amount taking him in. “You brought me here to seduce me,” I remark accusingly.
Gunner chuckles, wraps an arm around my waist and shakes his head. “Baby, I don’t have to seduce you. I’ve got you already where I want you. I brought you here, because I wanted to.”
“Oh.” I bite my lower lip and let him pull me further into the room, directly in front of the fire.
“Don’t be nervous, Zinnia,” he murmurs, releasing me to shrug his cut off and set it on the couch. He strips his shirt off next and takes a place on the floor in front of the hearth, blazing with a fire.
A sudden feeling of brazenness alights in my chest. I place my own cut he’d given me tonight next to his and join him on the floor. He welcomes me with that sensual tip of his lip, smiling at me.
Neither of us say a word. I don’t think at this moment anything could be said to make it better. Gunner rolls me to my back and starts kissing me. I open for him without thought, and it’s better than anything else I’ve experienced.
Slowly he takes my mouth while using one of his hands to roam under my shirt and cup my breast. As much as I want him to touch and feel me, I need to do the same, and with the last memory of us together here, I want more.
That brazen feeling inside me is lit, and I reach up to press myself into Gunner until he rolls to his back and I’m straddling his waist.
“Zinnia,” he groans, and I kiss my way down his chest while working the belt cinched at his waist. “You don’t have to do this, baby.”
“But I want to,” I murmur and nip at one of his nipples. Then unbutton and draw the zipper down to his jeans as I inch further down his body. With Gunner’s help, I remove the fabric from his waist, and his cock springs free, jutting upward to greet me in welcoming.
I curl my hand around the girth of his shaft and run my thumb across the piercing shimmering in the firelight. He didn’t have that the last time I was with him, but I find it interesting. Leaning in, I flick my tongue along the metal and swirl it around the tip of his cock.
“Oh fuck,” Gunner groans and bucks his lower half almost involuntarily. “Fuck I’ve dreamt of that little mouth of yours sucking my cock.”
Liking the husky rasp of his tone, I take him in my mouth, bob my head, and swirl my tongue around the length of him, savoring the taste of him. I tighten my suction on him, and Gunner’s groans urge me on, making me feel sensual in a way I haven’t felt in so many years.
“Zinnia, fuck, I’m gonna come in that pretty mouth of yours,” he growls, his hand gripping my hair, and his hips buck upward. “If you’re not ready for it, you need to loosen up that mouth on my cock before I blow, baby.”
I don’t loosen up. Instead I bob my head deeper taking him to the back of my throat, swallowing the head of his cock.
Gunner snarls as his release spurts from the tip, and I swallow it down greedily.
Once the last drop is drained from him, Gunner’s still hard, and he’s not playing. Before I know it, I find my mouth popped off his cock, and he’s rolling me to my back. His mouth is on mine as he all but rips my clothes from my body.
The moment we’re both naked. He angles in between my legs, his cock at my entrance.
Gunner lifts his mouth, and I whimper in protest, wanting him to kiss me again.
His eyes lock on mine, and he edges forward, pushing inside me.
“I can’t hold on anymore. I’ve got to be inside you, Zinnia.
Fuck I missed too many years of being inside you, and all I can think about is sinking inside this hot little pussy of yours. ”
“Fuck me, Gunner,” I moan, arching, wanting to feel him deeper. I want him to take me.
Gunner surges upward, and I scream with the pleasure of him filling me with his cock.
He sinks to the hilt and doesn’t give me a chance to adjust to him.
We’re both too far into the moment to think.
Relentlessly, Gunner thrusts inside me with plowing strokes that leave me breathless.
I hold on to his shoulders, digging my nails in.
“Gunner,” I cry out as my orgasm hits me, and he lifts my legs up over his shoulders. In this position, I feel him even deeper, and it sends me straight into another orgasmic release.
Time ceases to exist between us, and I savor the moment with him.
Gunner joins me, his cock twitching as his release fills me while he comes.
I never knew anything could be as good as this, but it was more than I had ever imagined it could be and I don’t ever want to let go.
I’ve always been Gunner’s, and I’ll always remain his, no matter what comes our way.