Gunner_Northern Grizzlies MC_Book 3

by M. Merin

  “Did it involve a guy suggesting I run a train in the parking lot or seeing another guy shoot cum in a woman’s face? Otherwise, I think I win.” She giggles again. How is she laughing, why isn’t she running?

  Sitting down on the end of my bed and pulling her in between my legs, all I can do is take this second chance she’s handing me. “Happy Birthday, Sweetheart,” I say, wrapping my hand up around the back of her neck and, finally, pulling her mouth to mine.

  Riley

  I’m dreaming; it’s really the only explanation. Gunner’s hand is tangled in my hair, against the back of my neck and he has just taken control of me. His lips go from gentle to possessive and I melt into him.

  His tongue is gently pressing against my lips and I quickly give him access to my mouth. I don’t want this kiss to ever end. His other hand slides my jacket down before wrapping around my body, pulling me further into him. I curl my arms around his neck but I get so eager that my teeth bump against his, jolting me a bit; mortified, I lean back against his arms that are keeping me close to him, ending our kiss.

  “Sorry,” I mumble, moving my face to lightly kiss his check. His hand, still secured on my neck, pulls my head back.

  “Open your eyes, Sweetheart.” His voice is raspy and unfamiliar now. As I slowly comply, he holds me still so I’m staring into his eyes. “I’m gonna teach you everything, okay? No saying ‘sorry’, never with me. You got that?”

  My heart, which had started to slow, immediately speeds back up to hummingbird pace. “I, I don’t know what to do, I mean, exactly.” I stammer, trying to maintain eye contact.

  “Well, for starters, how do you feel about lunch?” He suggests, grinning at me.

  My jaw drops open and all I can think is how badly I’ve screwed today up. I don’t belong here and I don’t know how to kiss so now I’m getting the first step of a brush off. Squaring my shoulders and putting my hands on his biceps, attempting to escape his hold and lean down for my jacket, I look towards the door trying not to cry, “I should go…sorry to… well, come here unannounced.” I twist away.

  I’m reaching for the doorknob when he places his arms on either side of me, holding the door closed. He leans down, whispering in my right ear, “We are not done, Sweetheart. Where you running to?”

  “You don’t want…I shouldn’t have come, um, I mean…” I stop stammering, staring straight ahead at the door while planning the path to my car past the bikers and women in the front room.

  “Shhhhh,” he hums in my ear. “I want you. I kept my promise to you. I love that you were ballsy enough to come here and didn’t back down. I want you, for far longer than today so we’re going to lunch. I’m not fucking you today. I’ve never attempted a relationship before and I’ve waited this long, so just stick with me through the gauntlet out there, okay Sweetheart?” He soothes me, before turning me and lifting my chin to look back into his eyes, waiting for my agreement – I know he won’t accept anything less.

  “My truck is out front,” I’m just stating the obvious here. “Should I drive?”

  “Ha. I almost forgot!” He grins, looking all excited and turning back to his bed. Reaching underneath, he pulls out a carefully wrapped box. “Your present!”

  “Really?!”

  Holding it just beyond my reach and grinning madly, he says, “So grabby! Let me tell you something first.” I pause in my attempt to reach my prize. Still holding the box away from me; he reaches down, holding the back of my neck again. “I’ve never had a woman on the back of my bike before.”

  I tear into the present as soon as he releases it. It’s a helmet. I look from it to him, “You don’t take women for rides?”

  “No Sweetheart, you’ll be my first.” He wiggles his eyebrows making me laugh as I try on the helmet and turn to the mirror over his dresser. “We can look into some decals or something for it or just collect them as we go on rides, I didn’t know what you’d like.”

  Leaning back into him and drawing his arms around me as we study each other in the mirror, I know I am unreasonably excited about the helmet. All I can think is that this larger than life man, with beautiful eyes and an amazing smile, wants me with him. Wants to keep me safe and by his side.

  He rests his chin on the top of the helmet and maintaining eye contact, he slowly slides his hands from where I’m holding them crossed in front of my midsection. Moving them upwards, while waiting and watching for my reaction, he cups my breasts. Overwhelmed and wanting more, I arch into his palms; he responds by shifting his fingers over my nipples, which have turned into diamond hard points.

  “Perfect handfuls, Sweetheart,” He grins down at me through the mirror, tightening each of his large hands.

  Moaning, I close my eyes as I let him draw me tighter into his chest. My eyes startle open again as he slides his right hand in through the top of my v-neck tee and rolls my left nipple between his thumb and finger. I know for a fact that I’ve never been as wet between my legs as I am right now; his eyes have become hooded, dark with something I’ve never seen before.

  “Keep your eyes on me, Sweetheart. I need to see what you like.” My hands stretch up to remove the helmet, desperate to be able to kiss him again. When his left fingers start simultaneously rolling my right nipple through the fabric of my shirt and bra, my knees buckle.

  “Please” I beg without knowing exactly what I need. Turning me, Gunner lifts and places me on the dresser. Just as quickly, he has lifted the front of my shirt over my head but leaves it halfway off to secure my arms. Mewling and trying to free myself, he grabs my shoulders, lightly shaking me.

  “Leave it.” He growls. Stretching his thumbs back over my breasts he snags the lace cups of my bra down over my erect nipples, pushing my breasts together he leans down, swirling his tongue between each hardened point.

  I seem to be moaning “Please” on repeat, I can’t hold a thought. I just want this feeling to last forever. Needing more, I tilt my hips forward wrapping my legs around his waist and grinding myself against his…holy shit! I’ve never felt a cock before but the ones I’ve seen in Anatomy class were not, I mean, his feels so long and thick. As he continues to alternately tweak or suck my nipples, I accelerate my movements up and down the bulge I feel through our jeans. The seam of my jeans helps to stimulate my clit and within moments I shatter, screaming his name.

  During my frenzy, one of his arms had moved around my waist to secure me to him while the other holds my face as he scatters kisses all around as he murmurs, “Let go. Give it to me, Sweetheart.”

  Sagging against him, he deftly readjusts my bra and shirt. “That’s my Sweetheart, coming so hard for me.” I moan in embarrassment and slap my hands against either side of my face, thinking to hide myself from his knowing eyes, I push deeper into his chest.

  “Sorry!”

  Cupping my face again and moving me away from the comfort his chest provides, he repeats himself; “This is your last free warning, Sweetheart; no saying ‘sorry’ to me. Tell me you understand you’re getting punished next time.”

  I nod until his glare tells me he expects more. “I understand.”

  “Good, now how about that lunch?” He smirks down at me.

  Gunner

  Stepping back from her, I can see she caught my double meaning and isn’t sure what I’m offering for lunch. Her eyes are wide and staring at the outline of my rock hard cock straining at my jeans.

  “You know you have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.” I love it when she blushes, so I adjust my cock to see what she’ll do next. I didn’t expect Riley to lose it just now and dry hump my dick, good to know I can get her all worked up by sucking on her tits. I’ll be taking real good care of those in the future.

  Reaching down to pick up her helmet and jacket, I toss them to her saying; “Food, Sweetheart, I don’t mean to disappoint you but I’m talking about food.”

  “What about you?” She challenges, flashing her amber eyes up to mine.

  “Baby steps, Sweet
heart.” Pinning her up against the door again and dropping a kiss on her forehead, “We’ll talk over lunch, there’s some things we gotta sort out before I claim you.”

  “ ‘Claim me’? “ she repeats. “Bit of a caveman, aren’t you?”

  “You have no idea. But now, we’re going out to my bike and you gotta do what I say.” She grimaces, thinking about the reception we’ll receive, but nods. “Hold my left hand and stay real close. If Frank thinks to start anything, I’ll need my right hand free. If Jas or Flint are out there, they may want to talk to me before we go – that happens, I’m bringing you back here until I can get away. Got it?”

  Riley leans up and shyly kisses my chin. “I’m stronger than you think, Gunner.”

  Placing my forehead against hers, “I don’t doubt that, but they got to get used to seeing you and know they can’t touch you. They’re all a few drinks in now, so stay close to me.”

  “Only place I want to be.” She says firmly, reaching for my hand while gripping her helmet in her left hand.

  We’re nearly halfway across the room before Hawk yells out to me, trying to wave me over. I shake my head at him and try to get through the group, most of who are now trying for a peek at Riley. Connal and Royce, who was a Probie the last time he was near Riley at the garage, fall in behind me.

  “Keep going,” Connal says, “Last I saw Frank and his buddies, they were heading back outside. Just watching your back, Brother.”

  “His back? Why watch his when hers is so fucking tight?” Royce still hasn’t learned to keep his trap shut. Unable to decide between turning on him and getting Riley outside without incident, I look over my shoulder when I hear him grunt and Riley says, “Oops, sorry!” In an overly cheerful voice, she just gives me a very satisfied looking smile and shrugs. Guess she’s making use of that helmet right away.

  Ignoring comments from those we pass, mainly about cherries and fresh meat, we get outside and I immediately see my guard was not needed. A few groups of people had spilled outside, but not seeing Frank, Flint, nor Jas anywhere around, I know I can at least get outta here with my girl and answer for the sucker punch later.

  “Connal, Royce – appreciate it” I throw over my shoulder.

  “Isn’t he Probie?” Questions Riley, who seems to want to stand and chat now.

  “I got Patched, Honey. Too bad you missed the party, you’d have enjoyed it!” He winks at her. Yeah, he gave facials to most the Girlies and then made a sandwich out of a few honey holes who wandered in for the party. I’m sure Riley would have loved that.

  Connal laughs but pulls back on Royce’s arm, “Have fun but be sure to wrap that shit up, Gunner! No matter how hot Jailbait here is, you’re too fucking ugly to spawn.” And these are my Brothers.

  Turning to Riley, I help her with her helmet and tell her what not to do sitting on the back of my Hog. Getting on first, and then pulling her snug against me after she mounts up, I decide on the next town over for lunch. Eager for time away from familiar faces and the opportunity to talk somewhere I won’t have a bed nearby to bury myself in her, we head off down the road.

  Interesting experience for me. At first, she’s plastered to my back, trying to squeeze the breath out of me. Right as I slow to make sure she’s alright, she gradually eases back. Keeping her right hand secured on my belt, she slides her left around to my back and seems to take a look around. Next, she is curled back up to me, but her hands are set apart and not trying to span my waist. Her chest is no longer smashed up against me, but loosely pressing into my back. I laugh to myself, thinking this is how our relationship will be. First, she’ll be worried maybe insecure, then more comfortable and come out of her shell; but I know that the last part when she’s just happy being curled into me, will be the best feeling of all.

  Pulling into an overpriced but decent brewpub some hipsters opened a year ago, I usher Riley in and indicate a booth in a relatively quiet corner. Not waiting on the host who scurries behind us, I cut him off not interested in his speal. Not interested in anything but making Riley mine.

  “You enjoy that ride, Sweetheart?”

  “Almost as much as the earlier ride!” She quips back, lightly blushing and laughing at herself. “I was scared at first but then it just felt so good! Thank you for my helmet!”

  “Don’t got to thank me; keeping you safe is on me from now on. Waiter’s coming, let’s get our order in then we talk.”

  Cutting the kid off before he can launch into specials, we quickly place our orders. A diet coke for her and the house lager for me.

  While I’m trying to figure out what to start with, Riley speaks up; “I should have texted you earlier, my parents are out of the country and I saw my Gram this morning but I don’t have anything else going on till classes on Monday.”

  Groaning, knowing that she’s home alone makes my cock start to twitch again. Waiting until our drinks are dropped off, I start in.

  “So your parents; let’s start there. That’s going to be an issue with my Brothers. I need to know more about your relationship with them, how dependent are you? I know you’re in school, do they control you with that? Anything else I should know?”

  She starts talking and I’m more relieved and impressed by the moment. In changing her major under her parents’ nose, she was able to secure a scholarship. This also means she’ll be done in two years rather than five, then she explains how in demand this degree is with many home-based positions available; just needing a secure and high-speed network. I can make that work. I mean, she started University at sixteen so I knew she was smart, but listening to her is another story.

  She goes on to confirm what I know from her Gram; that she basically has no relationship with her parents. They parade her around their associates when necessary to maintain appearances, are financially generous with her but otherwise absent from her life. She gives me a pointed look when she talks about their careers.

  It’s their relationship with the Governor and the fact of who I am and what I do, that will set her father on me and my Brothers’ like never before.

  “What do you know about the MC?” I continue, as she pauses to dig into her sandwich that had just arrived.

  “You mean other than your charity rides and community service days?” She smirks at me, licking mustard off her finger.

  “Yeah, smart ass, other than that.” I laugh, while focused on the finger she had licked.

  “Ahh, is that what you were doing earlier?” She asks me. I frown as I have no idea what she’s talking about, so she continues. “You were checking me for a wire, weren’t you?” She says, grinning hugely at me.

  Chuckling, and finishing the last of my beer as the waiter deposits a fresh one, “Why don’t you slide over to this side and I’ll continue checking while we talk?”

  “Nope, I won’t be able to form sentences.” She replies playfully, getting a growl from me. “Ok, so from what I’ve heard you guys run guns and drugs. I think a past leader cut the, um, prostitutes?”

  “Past President, yep, no women. But if we’re together, you can’t do any talking about anything else you overhear. You give me your word on that cause it will be my life otherwise. I have to be able to trust you.” I stare her down, so she’ll know how serious this is.

  “That’s just it isn’t it?” She queries, meeting my stare. “I have to trust you’re with me for me, not to get at my family. If I’m with you, I, well, I don’t have a relationship with my parents anyway but my Gram is important to me. I think she might come around eventually, but I have to be able to trust you aren’t using me.”

  “About that…” I pause, not sure how she’ll take this next part.

  “About what?” She pushes looking anxious.

  “Your Gram. I’ve already talked to Mrs. R.” Silence.

  She seems to swallow every sentence she tries to start, so I continue. “I’ve known her since I was a kid, she and my grandmother were friends. I never knew anything about you. She’d mention her granddaughte
r from time to time but I guess I always pictured a child. That day we met, after I figured out who you were and you drove away; I went to her. I told her I wanted you.”

  Stopping for a breath and to shake my head at the waiter as he tries to approach, I ignore the frown forming on Riley’s face and continue. “She sat in her parlor and listened as I convinced her that I would be good for you, then I talked myself out of it – I mean, your parents, right? Then I kept talking about the pain I saw in you, about your sweetness and your laugh. She got tired of my pacing at some point and demanded I sit down.”

  Smiling over at the perplexed expression on Riley’s face, “She said that you were the most precious thing in the world to her and while I certainly couldn’t screw up any more than your parents had; that she would shoot me herself if I hurt you and I had better be done whoring around because that was no longer acceptable.”

  Riley sits quietly processing all I’ve said. Finally, she leans towards me, trying to suppress a smile. “I can’t believe her! You know she tortured me all morning?! I had to swing by her place to sign something and she kept me for two hours, with a ‘why, Dear, you don’t have any plans today, do you?’ in her sweet Gram voice. Argh! I can’t believe she knew all along!”

  Reaching across and moving her mostly ignored plate aside, I take her tiny, soft hands in mine. “I go see her once a month and since that day I told her I wanted you I never brought you up again – didn’t want to push my luck; she would volunteer information or cute little stories from time to time to string me along.

  “Once she said she should have taken you into her home when you were young but that she thought with you there, your parents would come around. That they’d see there is more to life than power and money.”

  Looking at Riley’s eyes swell with tears is too much for me, I move around to her side of the booth to pull her into my arms. Pressed up against my chest, she tells me about how she asked her Gram for that once, and what her mother did to her afterwards. She passes it off as an accident but that does nothing to cool my anger at a child being abused, then locked in her room overnight with an untreated broken collarbone. I am more resolved than ever to make her mine, to love her like she’s never been loved before.