by Ambere Sabo
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Now, she's right where she’s always belonged—curled up by my side, tracing the tattoos running down my arm.
Today has been a rollercoaster of emotions. None of which even comes close to the happiness I feel having Lil in my embrace right now. We’re hiding out in my room just soaking each other in.
I haven't even talked to Havoc about all of this yet, but right now I don’t care. Me being with his baby sister isn't something he’s going to be too happy about, but I won’t spend another day without her. Fuck, I’m lucky he didn’t take my head off when I kissed her.
Her running was hell on all of us. Not being there to keep her safe every day fucked with my head something fierce. But something good came out of it. It made me see she’s it for me. No way around it. I only hope he understands that.
“Whose initials are these,” she asks as she traces the cross.
I don’t even have to look down to know which one she's talking about. “They’re brothers I lost when I was in the Marines. They all gave their lives to save mine. It was on the last mission I ever completed,” I whisper, swallowing hard when I think back to that day.
“What happened?”
“We got bad intel. The village we went to was supposed to be practically deserted. It was only a few civilians who needed help getting out… But instead we were ambushed.” I swallow the lump that fills my throat. “I was set to re-enlist the next month, but Benally’s last words changed all that.”
Resting her chin on my shoulder, she whispers,“What did he say?”
“The trouble is you think you have time. Time to marry your sweetheart, start a family, live your life. Time is the most precious thing in this world, and his was gone. They’d all given up the rest of their time for me. It felt wrong not to live my life to the fullest. My heart just wasn’t in the Marines anymore, so I came home.”
“How’d you end up in the Sons?”
Tilting my head down, my eyebrows draw together “ I thought you knew?”
“Nope,” she says with a shake of her head. “We always talked more about me, what was coming with Enterrador, or the present. I always felt like asking about your past was intruding.”
Reaching up to cup her cheek and looking into her beautiful blue eyes, I murmur, “You can always ask me anything, baby girl.”
Clearing my throat, I look back to the ceiling. Looking at her like that will only lead to one thing and answers isn't it.
“Rev found me in Dallas. Coming home was easier said than done. My parents died in a car crash right after I graduated. Being in the Marines gave me back my sense of family. Leaving them took that away, so I wasn’t living my best life. Rev is actually my father's cousin, the only blood family I have left.”
“I didn’t know that,” she whispers, squeezing my arm in comfort. “ About Rev or your parents. I’m sorry.”
“When I came home and truly felt the loss of my parents, I wanted revenge on the driver who took their lives. The charges didn’t stick due to a fuck up with the bloodwork. Without the proof, the driver had been drinking, the charges were lessened. The detective who worked the case gave Rev a heads up that I was asking questions, so he came up. Tried to talk some sense into me. Told me if I wanted it, I’d have a home here.”
“So, you came with him?”
I could leave it at that and not tell her the whole truth, but I need her to see me. The real me. She has to know I’m not perfect. Hell, I’m far from it.
With a sigh, I continue, “ No, I still wanted justice. Since the detective wouldn’t help me, I found her on my own.”
“Her? It was a woman?”
“Yeah. She served less than four years for manslaughter and was out. Free. Living her life while my parents would never see the man I’d become.” My hands clench into fists as the injustice of it angers me all over again. “Not that they would’ve been very proud of me at the time.”
“What did you do when you found her?”
“I wanted to kill her. I would have too. Was loaded and ready to put a bullet right through her heart, until her little girl came out calling for her. Taking that little girl’s mama would’ve made me no better than her. I drove straight to the clubhouse and never looked back.”
No one besides Rev knows I almost took that woman's life. It's not something I admit without a sense of shame, but I don’t want to keep secrets from my baby girl. She deserves to see all of me. Even the parts I’d rather keep hidden.
Chapter 17
Lilly
Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought Gunner would be capable of killing someone. But Grief can make you think about doing some crazy things.
“Your parents know the man you’ve become, Gunner. You know that, right? They may not be here beside you, but they’re looking down on you, on us, right now. And they see the same thing I do. A man who’d do anything to protect those he loves. One who puts together every BBQ and fundraiser for the kids in town, never letting a single one go without.”
Reaching across him, I prop myself up on my hands caging his body in under me. I look him in the eye, so he can see the truth in what I have to say. “I’m not perfect either Gunner. I’m the one who ordered the death of my own father. But together we’re perfectly imperfect, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He closes the distance between us in a heartbeat. In an instant I’m on my back, switching our positions, so now I’m the one caged in. “There’s nothing imperfect about you, baby girl,” he tells me before crushing his lips to mine.
He reaches up and tangles his hand in my hair as he softly strokes my lips, begging for full access to my mouth. Opening for him, I arch my body into his, not wanting an inch of separation between us. He snakes his other arm behind my back, fusing our bodies together.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, the kiss that started off soft and sweet becomes nothing but want and need. When he takes my bottom lip in his mouth and sucks, I can’t help the moan that escapes me. My body is on fire in ways I never thought possible.
Pulling away from my lips, he rests his forehead on mine. As we both try to catch our breaths, he pants out, “If we don’t stop now, baby girl, I won’t be able to later. I don’t want to rush this, but right now I want you more than air.”
“You’re shaking, Gunner,” I whisper as his body practically vibrates next to mine.
“I know, baby girl. I want you so fucking bad.”
“Then take me,” I tell him, reaching up to pull his face back to mine and arching back into him as he devours my lips.
Reaching down with shaky hands, I pull his shirt up breaking the kiss momentarily to rip it over his head and throw it to the floor. My fingers wander his back and arms as I clutch him to me.
His hands roam my ass and sides, causing a giggle when he hits the bottom of my ribs. Looking down at me, a small smirk spreads across his face. “I’ll have to remember that for later.”
Moving to sit on his knees, he reaches down and slowly lifts the tank top I’m wearing, bending to kiss my stomach as he reveals it. Inch by inch, he moves it up my body. I shudder when he draws one of my nipples into his mouth. I can’t help but groan when he sucks it deeply into the cavern of his mouth. By the time he moves on to the other, wetness pools between my legs.
“Gunner,” I whimper.
“Do you like that, baby girl?” he asks.
His hot breath on the already sensitive skin causes goosebumps to break out across my arms and stomach. I can’t seem to find words, so I nod in response. Lifting my arms, he complies with my request and pulls the top the rest of the way up my body before it meets his shirt on the floor.
Sitting back on his knees, he undoes the top button of my shorts. His eyes roam my body as he raises up to push them past where his body has me pinned to the bed. Slowly, backing off the bed, he drags them down my legs. Standing at the end of the bed, he scoots my legs apart. Leisurely, he trails his fingers up my legs as he climbs on the bed between
them.
When he reaches the top of my thigh, he wastes no time dipping two fingers into me. “You’re so wet for me baby girl,” he tells me as he presses his fingers to his mouth and sucks.
“Please, Gunner,” I whimper as I squirm beneath him. This man has me more worked up than anyone before him ever has, and we haven’t even fucked yet.
Leaning down, he draws my clit into his mouth, and I just about buck off the bed. With one arm, he pins me at the waist to the bed. He nips and sucks while his fingers find my sweet spot. He watches me as I continue to fall apart. My back arches up off the bed as I scream his name. Stars speckly my vision as my body shakes while I come down from the best orgasm of my life.
I don’t know how long it takes me to catch my breath. It could be minutes or hours, but when I finally open my eyes I see him. At some point, he took off his pants, and I didn’t even notice. He watches me as he strokes his dick.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen, baby girl,” he rasps out. “You ready for more?”
Sitting up slightly, I reach for his dick. He shakes his head and pushes my body back. His dick as it presses on my clit and he rubs it back and forth. “Are you ready baby girl?” he asks me again.
“Yes,” I whimper.
Leaning his face to mine, he kisses me as he thrusts inside. There’s nothing slow and sweet about it. He goes balls deep in one single stroke. He freezes for just a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size, before slipping out and doing it again. Over and over he does this, causing pleasure with the hint pain.
After a few minutes, he reaches for my feet, placing them on his chest. The change in angle has him hitting my sweet spot with every stroke. He sets a brisk pace which has me coming undone in minutes. Muscles flexing, he shows no signs of slowing or stopping. He continues to plunge into me over and over as I ride out my orgasm with another hitting me almost instantly.
This time he comes with me, dropping down to his elbows so he doesn’t collapse on me. My legs are shaking so much that I couldn’t move if I tried. Vibrations tingle up my arms and shoulders. When he realizes my body is giving no signs of calming, he begins rubbing my legs.
“Breathe, baby girl, breathe,” he coos.
Taking in a deep breath, I slowly release it. My body still shivers. Gunner draws the blanket up over me as he moves to lie next to me. Strong arms tuck me closer to him.
When I finally catch my breath and my body calms, I peek up at him. “That was fucking amazing,” I whisper on a shaky breath.
“Just wait, baby girl. I wanted to worship your body for hours, but it just felt too damn good being inside you. Next time, I plan on you not being able to walk all damn day.”
“Next time? I don’t think I can walk now,” I tell him with a sigh.
“Good, I’ll go get you something to eat then.” he tells me as he climbs out of bed.
I can’t help but laugh. “Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?’
“Baby girl, if you can make me a sandwich after I’m done with you, then I didn’t do my job right,” he says with a smirk as he slips a pair of shorts on before he heads out the door.
My eyes drift closed as a smile settles on my face. With a full heart, I fall into the best sleep I’ve had in months.
Chapter 18
Gunner
Lilly is curled into my side, snoring softly. With my arm behind her head, I play with her soft, red locks and stare at the ceiling. Nothing could’ve prepared me for last night. I’ve been with my fair share of women over the years, but nothing compares to watching my baby girl come undone. Knowing I did that makes me hard even now.
While I’d love nothing more than waking her and spending the day showing her just how much she means to me, I need to do this right. Sliding my arm from under her, head I roll over and get out of bed, trying my damnedest not to wake her. In the dim light, I slip on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt, then I sneak out of my room. I go in search of the one person who could royally fuck up the high I’m on right now.
As I walk down the stairs, voices float up to me. Havoc and Angel are talking. They’re sitting in the corner of the main room that Rodeo let the girls decorate. Couches, and tables turned it into a proper sitting room, as Cess calls it. Inhaling deeply, I approach the back of the couch Havoc’s lounging on. I straighten my spine and prepare myself for the worst.
“We need to talk,” I tell him.
Dropping his head to the back of the couch, he looks up at me. “You smell like sex,” he grumbles as the carefree attitude he had with Angel vanishes.
His head is way closer than what would be considered a safe distance from my crotch, so I take a step back. Sitting up straight, he turns on the couch to face me.
“Couldn’t you have at least washed the smell off before you came down here to talk to me about fucking my sister,” he spits out.
“Havoc,” Angel scolds from the love seat.
Turning to face her, with a shrug he asks, “What?”
After a frustrated breath and a glare in her lover’s direction, she looks up at me. “Go on, Gunner.”
“Thanks, Angel,” I tell her with a nod. Realizing we have the attention of not only Angel but Cessy, Venom, and Dash who are sitting behind us at the bar, running a hand through my hair I ask, “Can we talk in private, man?” While I’m sure everyone either already knows what’s going on or soon will, I prefer keeping private matters private.
“Nope, we can do this right here,” he says, gesturing to the main room. “The more witnesses the better,” he adds, rising to his feet from his place on the couch.
“Look, Havoc, if you want to beat my ass, do it. I’m not backing down from this. I love her.”
“Aww, he loves her,” Cessy coos from behind us.
“Can it, Cess,” Havoc snaps, giving her a glare.
“You love her?” he asks through gritted teeth.
“I do,” I answer with a nod.
“You can have my blessing under one condition,” he says with a wicked smile.
“Name it,” relief evident in my voice.
“No weird sex shit,” he tells me, taking me completely off guard.
Weird sex shit, what the hell?
Cessy bursts out into laughter while Venom and Dash chuckle. Turning to look at them, my eyebrows draw together with a shake of my head I ask, “How is this funny?”
Dash answers me, “Because Havoc basically just told you, you couldn’t tie up his sister.”
Understanding dawns on me, my eyes would pop out of my head if it was possible. “How do any of you know about that?”
“Come on, Gunner. Girls talk. You’ve had your fun with the club girls. We all know about the setup you have on your bed frame,” Cessy tells me.
“Yeah, when the girls were here,” Dash grumbles.
Cess turns her evil eye, as Angel calls it, on Dash and snaps, “Those girls are not living in the same house as my son. You want to see them, you know where to find them.”
“Yeah, yeah, Blue Bells, I know.”
Cess got all the girls’ jobs at Blue Bells as either waitresses or dancers. The more seasoned girls took them in and most have paired up as roommates. Cess refused to let her son grow up where girls walked around half-naked. Prez wanted the new mama and baby close by, and Venom didn’t want to leave either, so the girls had to go.
“Ok, back to the subject at hand,” Cessy says looking between me and Havoc. “So, he likes to tie people up, blindfold them, whatever.”
“Cess, you’re not helping,” I growl. How did they know about all this shit and I didn’t have a clue?
Putting a finger up to silence me, she continues, “And, Havoc, the bruises you gave Angel last week? How is that any different?” When Havoc looks at the ceiling, not responding, she pushes forward, “You like to fuck up against a wall. We”—She motions between her and Venom— “like countertops, bar tops, the washer, tables…”
“Ok, Cess,” Havoc exclaims, i
nterrupting her. “I get it. I do not need to know where the hell you two like to fuck,” he says, throwing his hands in the air.
“Bar tops?” Dash questions, eyeing the bar behind him.
A grin and a wink from Venom are the only answer he gets. God, let’s hope they clean it afterwards.
“My point is”—Cessy says, walking over towards us— “everyone has their kink. His may be different from yours, but I doubt Lil will be getting bruises from some satin ribbons.” Putting her hand on Havoc's shoulder, she whispers, “We just got our girl back, don’t push her away.” With a kiss on his cheek, she announces, “I’m going to check on Phoenix now. Play nice boys.”
Looking back at the ceiling, Havoc huffs out a breath. “Why does she always have to make so much damn sense,” he grumbles.
“I won’t hide who I am from Lilly, Havoc, but I would never ask my baby girl to do anything she didn’t want to.”
Pushing his hand out telling me to stop, he grabs the bridge of his nose. “I really don’t want to know what my baby sister likes to do in bed. I’m getting a fucking headache. Lil will do what she wants regardless of what I say, but if you break her heart I’ll break your face,” he tells me as he turns to walk out of the room with Angel not far behind.
“Told me pretty much the same shit with Cess,” Venom says with a chuckle after Havoc’s out of hearing distance.
“I’m going back to sleep,” I tell Dash and Venom, walking towards the stairs.
“Sure, ya are,” Dash calls out to my back. Both the fuckers laughing as I flip them off and continue the climb to my room.
Now that I know the whole fucking club knows what I like in bed, I need to find out what my baby girl knows. Fucking chatty ass women.
Chapter 19
Enterrador
“Sir,” Evaristo says, coming to the door of my office. “The girl has returned to the clubhouse.”
My head snaps up from the documents Diablo sent over regarding the company we’re looking to take over. It’s easier to clean our dirty money with the guise of a reputable business.