Caught (Grave Diggers MC Book 2)

by Michelle Woods

  Gunner watched Margo as she drew. She was focused on her sketch, her eyes never leaving the falls as she moved her pencil on the paper. Her light hair was almost glowing in the sunlight that speared through the canyon beating down on them. Her lip was caught in her teeth as she worked, her body leaning forward as she moved her hand capturing the vista before her, as though her life depended on it. The intensity was mirrored in the concentration on her face and the complete focus she gave to the task at hand. Gunner felt something odd stir inside him as he watched her. His heated gaze took in her beauty and the sexy way her breasts heaved as she fixated on the falls, had him breathing heavily.

  Lying back with his hands beneath his head, he watched her silently; waiting until the need to capture the falls left her. He needed to touch her, but waited because he knew that he could touch her without ruining the day for her once she was finished. He wasn’t sure when the need to fuck her had morphed into a need to touch, but it had. Gunner knew there was a difference in the need, he just couldn’t put his finger on what it was. Fascination most assuredly, but something else too. Something deeper that worried him a little.

  Margo realized after her third sketch, that she been ignoring Gunner for almost thirty minutes. Shoot she was really bad at this—like terrible. She finished the sketch and turned to see he was leaning on his arm just watching her while he ate some grapes he’d apparently stolen from her fridge. She reached out and took one from his little bowl—wait, her bowl—and popped it into her mouth. She was searching for something to say to excuse her lack of attention to the man who’d brought her here. She’d been to this canyon park many times and never discovered this out of the way waterfall.

  “Sandwich?” Gunner asked, opening the basket to offer her one. He’d pushed the bowl of grapes closer to her already.

  “Sure, sorry about ignoring you. I get lost in my art sometimes.” She felt the heat enter her cheeks as she said it.

  Gunner smiled, “It’s cool, babe.”

  Margo unwrapped the sandwich seeing that it was roast beef and had nothing on it except lettuce. Gross, she pulled the lettuce off her sandwich grabbing the mustard he offered, ignoring the mayo. Zoey was the reason lettuce—which she hated, had even made it into her fridge. It tasted like water and was too crunchy for her. She didn’t eat salad either, which likely had something to do with her generous hips and flabby thighs, not that she cared.

  “Don’t like lettuce on your sandwich?” Gunner asked, watching her take a bite of her roast beef. Reaching over, he added the lettuce to his own sandwich while adding some tomato and mayo before he took a huge bite.

  “No, I hate it.”

  “Huh, so why buy it if you hate it?” he asked, before taking another bite.

  “Because Zoey likes it.”

  “Zoey?” Gunner questioned.

  “My best friend. She loves lettuce, so when she comes over she brings it and I just let it stay in the fridge till it goes bad and then throw it out. The only reason it was even in there was because she hung out the other night and brought her lettuce with her.” Margo explained before she finished her sandwich, refusing the second one he offered her.

  “You two been friends long?” Gunner asked, making Margo tilt her head wondering if he really wanted to know, or if he was just making polite conversation.

  “For a little over three years we went to college together and she moved here after she had a bad break up with her boyfriend. Said she needed a change.” That was really an understatement, Mark had done a real number on Zoey.

  “At least you were there to help her. She’s family, I get it.” Gunner automatically read between the lines and got to the heart of her relationship with Zoey, surprising her. Most men she’d dated didn’t understand that Zoey was more than a friend to her. After she’d been broken by her miscarriage, Zoey had been the one to help her survive her pain and self-loathing. She’d been the one who made sure she went to class, the one who held her while she cried so hard she thought she’d break into a million pieces, and she was the one who’d brought her back to the land of the living when she’d sunk into depression. Their friendship was much deeper than she’d ever thought possible and both knew they would always be there for each other.

  “Yeah, she is my family, really my only family. My mother and I don’t get along well, which I’m sure you guessed since I was hiding in the bushes the other day,” Margo said with a rueful little laugh.

  “Why don’t you get along with her?” Gunner asked as he finished his second sandwich. Margo felt a little odd talking to him about her mother. She barely knew the man, yet she felt like she’d know him for years after only a few hours of conversation. It was an odd feeling that she’d never experienced. Margo leaned back on the blanket after finishing her last bite and stared up at the sky debating on how to answer his question. He didn’t press or ask another question, he just waited for her to think it through, as if he knew she needed a moment to gather her thoughts together before she explained. She turned her head, glancing at him to see he was pouring some wine into glasses, he held one out to her. She took it from him and held it as she lay on her side looking at him for a long moment.

  “I guess you can say the reason we don’t get along is her expectations. She is always expecting me to be her carbon copy and I am as far from being that person as one can get. It makes us clash and we don’t really agree on how I should live my life.” Margo finally said, feeling that the explanation was sound, even if it was an understatement of how her mother treated her.

  “Ah, now that I understand. My mother isn’t accepting of how I want to live my life either. She is always trying to get me to grow up. Her words, not mine.” He snorted, his smile genuine.

  Margo rolled to her back after finishing her wine. She looked up at the sky again watching the fluffy clouds as they floated past. Her entire being was feeling so relaxed. Maybe when Gunner made his move that’s why she didn’t react the way she normally would have. She didn’t know how, but suddenly she was looking up at him hovering above her with desire pouring off him like molten lava.

  Chapter Eight

  Gunner had held back his desire for Margo all day, but he needed to touch her so badly, his body physically ached with it. He found himself hovering over her, looking down at her with desire burning his insides with white hot flames. He saw the hesitation in her eyes and noted the way they widened as he pushed his hard cock down pressing it against her sex. She couldn’t hide the strength of her desire from him because he could see it through the crystal blue pools of her eyes.

  He lowered his mouth to hers, slowly allowing her plenty of time to refuse him. Gunner couldn’t contain the need that roared through him at the feel of her body pressing up into him. He let out a growl as his lips touched hers, and her mouth parted allowing him inside. His tongue thrust against hers and the hunger almost consumed him. He felt starved as if he’d never tasted a woman or fucked one. His hands were hard as they moved down her body exploring from her hips back up to her breast as he continued to take her mouth possessively. Savage demands rose in his chest insisting that he take her in every way possible.

  Gunner felt her move beneath him, shifting her legs to allow him to settle between them as her small feet pressed against his calves. She’d kicked off her shoes and her hands were holding his shoulders trying to move his shirt aside. Unable to wait to feel her hands on his bare skin, he jerked back to rip his shirt off, uncaring that he tore the buttons off the damned thing in his haste to feel her touch on his skin. Margo didn’t disappoint him, her hot little hands moved over his muscles, as if she were trying to map every inch as he kissed down her neck with light nipping tastes, knowing he would leave marks.

  A roaring sound began in his ears as he slowly slipped her shirt off over her head. For a moment he thought he was hearing the waterfall, but then realized it was the pounding of his heart as he took in the perfection of her smooth skin. When he finally revealed the orange bra she wore beneath th
e top, he almost wept. Her breasts were heavy full globes, that had his mouth watering and his hands shaking. He pulled the straps down her arms slowly, trying to savor the moment they’d be revealed to his needy gaze. His breath was heavy as he watched his hands slowly pulling the bra off her flesh seeing a tight brownish pink nipple pop free from its orange prison. He couldn’t contain the groan that escaped him as he stared down at the twin peaks of her tight breasts after he’d slid her bra off. His hands were greedy as they cupped the heavy globes.

  He took a tightened tip into his mouth slowly relishing the sweet taste of her silky skin. He flicked his tongue against her tight nipple hearing the gasp that escaped her as her nails dug into his thick forearm, her body arching into his. Gunner couldn’t go slowly after hearing that needy sound, he couldn’t savor her the way she deserved because that little moan burned him up inside. It sent forth a raging fire of need that roared through his veins like a drug. His mouth closed around her nipple hard, his hands cupping her hips as he moved his hips against her already quivering body.

  “More,” she cried out, as he sucked hard on her turgid tip, sliding his teeth across it teasing her into another needy moan. Margo moved her hand down to cup him, almost making him come in his jeans. He felt the light squeeze of her hand on his thick cock like a brand. He pulled back from her breast letting it go with an audible pop as he rolled to the side shucking his jeans. Then he rolled back on top of her, grabbing her hand and shoving it back down to his cock with a needy demand. He almost couldn’t breathe thinking of her hand or fuck, her mouth—wrapped around his hard cock.

  “Touch me, babe.” Gunner found himself demanding, his body tense as Margo slid her hand into the waistband of his boxers slowly inching towards the flesh that ached for her touch. His eyes rolled back in his head when he felt her soft palm close around his hard cock, he hissed in pleasure. Gunner leaned forward taking the tip of her breast into his mouth again, as Margo’s hand slowly moved from the base of his cock to the tip, in a light teasing stroke that made him wish she’d stroke him properly before he lost his mind.

  Just when he was about to grab her hand to help, she wrapped it around him firmly and stroked up, then back down his cock. Gunner groaned and kissed her left breast slowly moving to her right, leaving light feathery kisses in his wake, his body aching for her touch. Gunner pulled back, her breast falling from his mouth as he rolled to his back to remove his boxers. He needed to see her hand on his cock. She didn’t disappoint him and rolled to her side, her hand slowly moving up and down his cock as she stared at it in fascination. Gunner watched too, seeing a bit of pre-come leak from the tip. Margo stroked him like she’d known exactly how he liked it. She wasn’t shy, or hesitant. She just worked his cock like a pro; her hand sliding up and down the shaft as her other hand cupped and squeezed his balls. Gunner watched her for another few moments before he laid his hand on hers.

  “Going to come soon so you need to stop now, babe.”

  Margo looked up at him, her eyes heavy lidded and glazed with passion. Her lips were slightly parted as she watched him silently for a moment. Then she did something he wouldn’t have expected in a million years and would likely never forget, even when he was old and grey. She sat up with her freed breasts jiggling from her abrupt movements and her mouth covered half his cock in a deep throating that nearly blew off the top of his head.

  Holy fuck!

  The quickness of her movement and the hot, silky wetness of her mouth sliding down over his cock made him lose his mind. He placed his hand on the back of her head, curling it in her golden locks as she started to bob up and down on his cock. He hissed out a loud moan that didn’t begin to do the pleasure justice. Her tongue swirled around the tip as she slid up and down, her tits brushed his legs, reminding him of their presence. He moved his hands to her tits as she sucked on his cock. He rolled her nipples, pinching the tips as he watched her mouth sliding up and down his length.

  He was damned close to coming after only a few bobs of her head because this was the hottest blow job he’d ever had. Maybe it was the exposure of the waterfall and the fact that anyone could show up, or maybe it was just the erotic way she moved, but he couldn’t contain the need to come.

  “Gonna come.” He grunted the warning as his balls tightened and his cock began to twitch. He was surprised when she continued to suck his cock instead of pulling it out of her hot mouth. Fuck, she was going to swallow. Damn, that was fucking sexy. Letting out a groan, he came in her mouth, grunting as she sucked hard, a little moan escaping her. When his body finally stopped spurting, he rolled her beneath him, his lips capturing one tip of her breast in his mouth as he ravaged the sweet little bud. Margo moaned and held the back of his head as he moved down her body with light nipping kisses until he was pressing hard kisses to her belly button as he removed her shorts to gain access to her hot pussy.

  Gunner shoved the material down just enough to place his mouth on her clit, sucking it as she’d sucked his cock. Margo gasped, letting out a groan as her whole body stiffened when he started to lick her. His mouth was devouring her while his hands cupped her hips tilting her for his pleasure. His head filled with a roaring demand that he make her come. Sliding two of his fingers inside her as he lapped at her clit, every now and then sucking up the juices from her tight pussy, leaving him feeling savage. His cock started to harden as he continued to lick her; his fingers working in and out of her frantically. Margo was shifting up to meet him and her body was quivering from side to side as she begged him not to stop. Gunner would have snorted at that suggestion if he hadn’t been so focused on making her come. He was so wound up, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stop working her hot little pussy if the sky crashed down on their heads.

  His cock throbbed as he thrust his fingers inside her again and again, hearing her moan and let out little gasps and cries every few seconds that urged him on. Gunner felt her pussy clench on his fingers and growled as she began to come. He needed to feel that around his cock. He slid up her body grabbing a condom from the blanket where he’d tossed it after removing his pants and sheathed his cock quickly before pressing it against her entrance for a second. He hovered there waiting for her eyes to open before he thrust into her still spasming body.

  The hot clench of her pussy and the slick wetness of her orgasm gripped his dick tightly. Gunner knew from the tightness and the way he couldn’t seem to get all of his thick cock into her hot pussy that it had been a while for her, despite the hard entry. For some reason that pleased him and he tilted her hips as he began to thrust in and out of her like a madman, unable to take it slow. Her pussy was like a tight glove, milking him as he hammered inside her trying not to be too rough with her. Knowing he wasn’t having much success, his need to fuck her was too demanding.

  He felt her hands on his arms and her eyes widened as he cupped the back of her legs pushing them up towards her chest needing to get the last bit of his cock into her or he was going to die. He knew Margo was nearing a second orgasm by the little panting sounds she made every time he moved. Gunner was already on the edge of coming again himself when he felt her nails dig into his arms as her body began to break apart beneath him.

  A growl burst from his lips and his hands cupped her hips as she screamed her pleasure into the quiet of the canyon. Gunner continued to move inside her, looking down to watch her with satisfaction pouring through his veins. Margo had a replete look on her face as she gazed up at him, a look that pushed him over the edge a second time. Seconds later he felt his balls tighten and his cock twitch before he exploded into another hard orgasm. Gunner slowly came to a stop inside her, panting from the exertion, extreme pleasure roaring through him as he collapsed beside her.

  “Wow,” Margo whispered after a few moments, making him grin like a fool, as he glanced over at her lying on her back staring up at the sky. Yeah, that had been pretty damned amazing, and he knew he was going to become addicted to fucking her because he was already feeling desire stir ag
ain, despite already having come multiple times. Not that his cock would get hard for at least an hour. Not since he’d come twice in such a short amount of time.

  “Hmm, let’s go back to your place and do it again,” Gunner suggested, earning a tinkling laugh from Margo as she rolled to her side staring at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

  “Okay,” Margo murmured as she leaned over, kissing him before she sat up and pulled her clothes back on. Gunner watched her movements, mesmerized by her beauty. An odd sense of worry beating inside of him like a drum because he was almost positive something had changed today as they fucked here in his favorite canyon and it scared him shitless.

  Chapter Nine

  Margo leaned back into the shampoo bowl while Lisa washed her hair, Zoey watching from her perch on a nearby chair. Lisa’s hands began to move through her golden locks, working the shampoo into her hair while she glared over at Zoey, who ignored her. Zoey was flipping through a style magazine looking for the perfect hair cut so Lisa could tame her own brown locks into something besides a bushy mess of curls. Margo sighed, thinking about how great her life had been over the last four months—well other than the trips Gunner kept taking for work. That was why Lisa was glaring at Zoey, who’d just said that Gunner leaving every few weeks for what he’d termed ‘business trips’ was a sure sign he was cheating on Margo.