GUNNER: Lords of Carnage MC

by Daphne Loveling

  I chuckle low in my throat. I can tell she’s surprised, herself. She’s used to being the responsible one. The one who takes care of her dying mother. The one whose job it is to rescue her wayward sister. Having someone else take charge is new to her. And she likes it.

  Being controlled in the bedroom turns her on more than she wants to admit.

  “Suck me,” I say bluntly.

  A sexy little whimper sounds deep in her throat as she moves forward and takes my shaft in her hand. She wraps her lips around the head of my cock, and I draw in a breath and hiss at how good it feels. Jesus Christ, her tongue slides around the ridge underneath the head, and then she starts to suck, pulling about half my length into her mouth and as far back as she can go. I go rigid and let myself thrust as little as possible, half-crazy from the pleasure but absolutely committed to not letting myself come — partly because I’m afraid I’ll fucking drown her, and partly because when I do come, it’s gonna be with me deep inside that fucking luscious pussy of hers.

  Alix is getting worked up now, moaning softly as she sucks and bobs, the thrum of her voice vibrating against my shaft. Goddamn, one of these days, I’m gonna let go like this, and my head might just explode when I do. But for now I have to stop her. I pull away suddenly, grabbing her hair in my hand as gently as I’m able to.

  “That’s enough, darlin’,” I mutter. Letting go of her hair, I reach down and take her hand, helping her up. “Bed,” I order, nodding my head in the direction I want her to go. She gives a little moue of protest, but does what I say before I can reprimand her.

  She lies down on the bed, pressing her legs shyly together. Her breasts are heaving now, the nipples taut and ready for me. I kneel down beside her and pull her knees apart, chuckling low in my throat when I see how soaking wet her panties are.

  “Fuck,” I rasp. “You’re ready as hell for me, aren’t you, baby girl?”

  She flushes a darker shade of pink at my words, but doesn’t look away when my eyes lock on hers.

  “Tell me, darlin’,” I insist.

  “Yes,” she admits in a whisper.

  I reach between her legs and slide the thin fabric aside with a finger, just grazing the soft skin of her swollen lips as I do. Alix throws back her head and gasps, arching her hips toward me. Fuck, she’s so ready. Suddenly, I can’t wait a second longer to taste her. I push her knees apart and position myself between them. Her thighs tense in anticipation. I open my mouth and take a long, slow lap at her pussy. Alix gasps again, her thighs falling open even further. I pull her hips roughly toward me and swipe at her again, reveling in how sweet she tastes, how fucking delicious she is. She cries out and angles her hips to meet my tongue. I hear rather than see her hands as they take hold of the bedspread and clench as she tries to find purchase.

  Fuck, yes.

  I start to lick her just a little faster, just a little harder, listening to her moans and cries get louder and more desperate. Whenever she starts to get close, I back off, just enough, and then start building again, pushing her higher and higher, then taking it away.

  Gunner,” she moans. “Please, make me come. Let me come.”

  “I decide when you come, baby girl. And it’s not yet.”

  I tease her more, my cock so hard it feels like I’m gonna go off like a goddamn time bomb. I could come like this, without even touching myself, I’m so turned on by how fucking delicious she is and how much she wants this. Pretty soon Alix is dangerously close, a hair trigger, and I know exactly how and where to lick her to push her over the edge. Her head begins to thrash against the mattress, her breathing fast and shallow, her body tense like a rubber band.

  “Your pussy tastes so goddamn good. Tell me what you want, baby.”

  “Oh, God! Gunner, please!” she begs.

  Then, I slide my tongue long and slow over her clit — right where I know she needs it — and bury it deep in her pussy as she screams and bucks like a slingshot. Her whole body jolts at once, convulsing in the throes of an orgasm so intense that I can almost feel every one of her muscles contracting. I keep licking and suckling at her nub as she shakes and quivers under my tongue. It’s easily the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen, felt, or heard in my entire goddamn life.

  Alix is still shuddering when I raise myself up and flip her over so she’s on her hands and knees. I rip her panties off her with my bare hands and toss the remnants on the floor. Somehow, I remember to slip on a condom before I kneel between her legs and sink myself deep inside her.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan. I freeze for a second, half afraid I’ll come before I even get started. After a moment, I manage to calm myself down enough to draw out slowly and then slide back in.

  “Oh, God, yes,” Alix moans. Her pussy clenches around my cock.

  My hands grip her hips tightly. Fuck, I already knew how good she felt from the first time but it’s still a surprise.

  “Fuck me,” she whispers. Her hips arch against me, pulling me in deeper.

  That’s all it takes. With one hand, I reach around, sliding a finger around her slick clit. I brace myself against her with the other hand and begin thrusting, slow at first, but before long faster and faster. Alix’s muscles pulse around my cock, our bodies finding a rhythm that pulls us both in. Then I’m right there, on the edge, and it’s only a matter of seconds before…

  “Gunner!” Alix cries out again, and begins to shake as a second orgasm rips through her. I thrust again, once, twice, and then I release myself deep inside her, coming so hard I worry for a second that the condom will break. I think I yell, but I can’t be sure of anything except this, and her, and how good this feels, and then I’m lying down, still inside her, pulling her against me as the two of us ride out the wave.

  If I thought fucking her again would get Alix Cousins out of my system, I was dead fucking wrong.

  I’m kissing her deeply, her head tilted back to meet my mouth, when there’s a loud bang on the door. In my arms, Alix jumps.

  “What the fuck is it?” I roar, holding her fast so she won’t spring up off the bed.

  “Gun! Sorry to interrupt your recreational activities,” Thorn calls out, his tone amused.

  Son of a bitch. “What the fuck do you want, Thorn?” I ask in a warning voice.

  “Tweak sent me up to get you. He’s got an address.”

  20

  Alix

  I’m shaky and unsteady on my feet as Gunner helps me up off the bed. I’m already sore between my legs, and I know I’m going to be even more sore later. But somehow, I’m glad to be sore. It feels good to take a physical memory with me of what just happened between us.

  “There’s a bathroom through that door.” Gunner points with one hand, pulling off the condom with the other. “Go ahead and get cleaned up. We should go downstairs and find out what Tweak’s got.”

  I do as he says, shutting the bathroom door behind me carefully. My head is still kind of reeling from what just happened. Being around Gunner makes me feel like I never quite know what’s going on, or what’s going to happen next. One minute, I think he’s ignoring me and only helping me out of some sense of obligation. The next, he’s got his tongue between my legs and driving me out of my mind. Just now, when he came inside me… it felt so good I almost cried. It was even more intense than the first time with him.

  God help me, it’s never felt like this before, with any man. It’s so good that I almost wish it had never happened. Because I know this isn’t a long-term thing. It’s basically just a one-night stand, artificially prolonged because for some reason Gunner’s agreed to help me find my sister.

  And even though I don’t know him that well, everyone says he’s a man of his word. Which means I know he won’t rest until we’ve located Eden.

  But I hope it also means that he won’t pretend that this… thing between us isn’t something serious.

  I’m not stupid. I know it’s just sex.

  But even though I know it’s ridiculous of me, I can a
lready tell that when it’s all over, I’m going to suffer.

  Somehow, Gunner has sort of gotten to me. Being with him makes me wish for things I can’t have. I can’t help but wish that he felt the same way.

  If it wasn’t for the fact that I can’t find Eden by myself, I’d run away from this. Before I get hurt even more than I know I already will be when this is over.

  But I can’t run until I know she’s safe. Even though every day I stay in Tanner Springs, I run the risk of my heart being broken just a little more.

  I splash some cold water over my face, and finger-comb the just-fucked look out of my hair. It doesn’t help all that much. When I emerge from the bathroom, Gunner’s already dressed, and my clothes are in a small pile on the bed. Wordlessly, I start pulling them on, feeling awkward that I’m still naked and he isn’t.

  Once I’m finished, he strides to the door and holds it open for me. I almost laugh at the unexpectedly chivalrous move, and he must see my lips quirk up.

  “What?” he asks.

  “Nothing,” I murmur. “Just… this is a pretty far cry from the way we came in.”

  Gunner catches me around the waist as I walk through. “I’m not a total caveman,” he growls into my hair. Even though he just made me come twice, I’m instantly wet for him.

  “I wouldn’t say that,” I say breathily, teasing him. Laughter rumbles up from deep in his throat.

  “Watch it, darlin’.” He pulls me against him, and somehow he’s hard again. “Or I may just have to live up to your filthy expectations of me.”

  We walk downstairs, him following behind me. Down below, a few of the men look up and start hooting and catcalling. I realize they must have heard us — me, especially — and I have to fight the urge to run back into the apartment and hide. I guess we were a little louder than I thought.

  “Ignore those idiots,” Gunner grunts, reading my thoughts. “Come on, let’s go back and find Tweak.”

  He leads me to the back of the bar and into the small room with the computer monitors where we were before.

  “You got us an address?” Gunner asks him without preamble.

  “Yeah.” Tweak gestures toward the middle screen, which shows a Google Earth aerial view of a small, squarish house with a large, cluttered yard on what appears to be a small rural county road. “That’s where Gonzalo lives, I’m pretty sure. It’s about fifteen minutes outside of Red Hawk.”

  Tweak tells Gunner the address, which he doesn’t bother to write down. “Okay,” Gunner says. “I’m gonna go talk to Rock about taking a few of the brothers out there.”

  “You told the prez about any of this yet?” Tweak asks.

  “No. But Angel knows. He’ll back me up.”

  Tweak nods. “You want me to come with you guys?”

  “Not yet. I need you here. Keep digging up intel, in case this ends up being a dead end. We still need to find where Gonzalo’s crew does their business.”

  “Yup,” Tweak responds, and turns back to his computer screens.

  Just like that, the conversation’s over, and I’m practically running to keep up with Gunner as he strides back out into the bar area.

  “I want to come with you,” I pant.

  Gunner turns on his heel and practically glares at me.

  “Abso-fucking-lutely not,” he growls. “It’s too dangerous.”

  “Dammit, Gunner!” I practically wail. “I’ve been sitting around on my hands for days now. I can’t just do nothing while you go out and get her.”

  “Yes you goddamn can,” he retorts. “You realize how dangerous this is? If you go with us, we’ll have to protect you. Which means less energy and focus on protecting and rescuing your sister, if she’s there. You get that?”

  “But—”

  “No fucking buts,” he cuts me off. “If you want her to be safe, you need to stay out of it, and wait here.”

  Thorn appears at my side. “He’s right, darlin’. Let the Lords handle this for now. It’s the best chance you have to get your sister back.”

  Gunner glares at Thorn but says nothing. I sigh loudly and admit defeat. “Fine,” I spit out. “So, what? I just stay here?”

  “Didn’t you say you’d met Sydney?” Thorn asks. “Why don’t we ask Brick to call her? She can come here to the clubhouse and keep you company while we’re gone.”

  I smile at Thorn gratefully and look at Gunner. “Good idea,” he says grudgingly.

  “‘Course it is,” Thorn grins, a roguish twinkle in his eye. “As are all my ideas.”

  “Thorn, you’re coming with me to find Gonzalo,” Gunner glowers, and stomps off.

  “I do believe he’s taking me along to keep an eye on me.” Thorn winks at me.

  I roll my eyes. “That’s ridiculous.”

  “Hardly,” Thorn laughs. “If I had a woman that looked like you, I’d get me out of the picture, too.”

  I open my mouth to protest, but Thorn’s already sauntering over to Brick. They speak a few words, then Brick looks over at me, nods, and pulls out his phone. I guess Sydney will be coming to keep me company after all.

  It only takes about ten minutes for Gunner to assemble a group of four other men, including Thorn, a man named Beast who I recognize from the Smiling Skull, and two others named Hawk and Bullet. The five of them take off, leaving me alone to kill time until Sydney arrives. I wander over to the bar, where a woman who introduces herself as Jewel is now behind the counter. She serves me the club soda that I ask for, and tells me to let her know if I need anything.

  Spying a cluster of low, comfortable couches, I make my way over to them and sit down with my drink to wait.

  I’m absently flipping through some random social media posts, nursing my club soda, when a clacking of approaching heels makes me look up. A tall strawberry blond in a skin-tight black miniskirt and a hot pink tank top with a Harley logo is gazing down at me, her pink lips contorted into a slight sneer.

  “You’re wasting your time, missy,” she scoffs.

  Missy? My dislike of her is instant, but I fight to keep it off my face. “Excuse me?”

  “I don’t know what sob story you’ve given to Gunner to make him feel sorry for you,” she continues, putting one fist on her hip, “But don’t get any stupid ideas. You’re not his type.”

  Is this seriously happening right now? “Not his type?” I say in disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “You think because he’s paying you a little attention right now, that he’s not gonna just drop you like a hot potato once he’s had his fun?” She snorts softly. “Sorry to tell you, Gunner ain’t gonna give you his class ring. He ain’t gonna take you to the prom, and whatever little white picket fence future you’re imagining isn’t gonna happen. You may as well know the truth from the get-go.”

  “Excuse me,” I say coldly, “but my life and whatever is or is not happening between Gunner and me is none of your business.”

  The woman throws back her head and laughs uproariously. “Oh, Jesus Christ, you do think he’s gonna put a ring on it, don’t you?” She shakes her head at me, pity dripping from her voice. “Sorry, sweetheart. He just ain’t that into you.”

  “How the fuck would you know anything about it one way or another?” I spit back, and inwardly wince that I’m letting her get to me.

  She shoots me an ugly smirk. “Because he’s been fucking me every chance he gets. For months. And I can do things to him that a little priss like you would never know how to do in a million years.”

  My stomach jumps unpleasantly in my gut. Is she telling the truth? Is Gunner fucking this… whorebag at the same time that he’s been sleeping with me? Something in my face must register my dismay, because the bitch laughs again, crossing her arms over her surgically-enhanced tits with a mocking smile.

  Oh, hell no. I am not giving her the satisfaction of scoring a point off me. I am done with this conversation.

  “Look,” I bite out, getting to my feet. With her in stilettos that are
at least three inches high, she’s got a good six inches over me, but I don’t care — my blood is starting to boil.

  “I don’t know what the fuck your problem is. But I’ll tell you this. If Gunner’s fucking me, that clearly means he’s not getting what he needs from you. Which, you know, I can understand.” I take a long, slow look at her from the ground up, obviously judging her ‘assets’. “Cheap whores like you are a dime a dozen. Maybe Gunner just wanted something a little less… common.”

  The whore’s face turns from smug to furious in a heartbeat. “You fucking bitch!” she screams, turning scarlet with rage. She takes a step forward, raising her hands like she’s getting ready to claw my eyes out with her porn nails. I move into a crouch, scared but determined to give as good as I get.

  Just as she starts to launch herself at me, though, a set of masculine hands grab her by the upper arms and roughly pull her back.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Heather,” rumbles Brick. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  “This bitch insulted me!” she yells, pulling against Brick’s steely grip to try to get herself loose. It’s useless, though — it’s almost like a stone statue has hold of her because Brick is not budging.

  “Calm the fuck down!” he roars back, holding her fast.

  “Let me go!” she screams as she continues to struggle.

  “For fuck’s sake,” Brick mutters in a disgusted voice. “Heather!” He brings her closer until she is mere inches from him, getting in her face until she blanches and finally calms down a little. “You knock this shit off! Alix is here because Gunner wants her to be.” He nods toward me. “You say another word to her — one more word — you are out of here. For good. You hear me?”

  The bitch yanks her arm back defiantly just as Brick lets go, which causes her to stumble back on her heels. She flies backwards and flops ungracefully down on the low overstuffed couch, her legs splaying out wildly. In spite of myself, I actually start laughing. It’s a welcome relief from the tension and anger I was feeling just moments ago.