by M. Merin
“The deck is new,” she says, “it’s actually a real convenience for the store downstairs. See, you can reverse a truck up to the double doors down there to load and unload without getting rained or snowed on.”
Crossing back to her, I decide to address this frankly “Is the whole building yours now? Was that your gift?” I ask, having already guessed the answer.
“Yeah,” she almost whispers. “I didn’t want to, well, it sounds weird, y’know? Telling, basically, a stranger, that I got a building for my birthday. Gram had me sign the paperwork this morning and someone was there to notarize it, so it’s official.”
“Basically a stranger?” I grin down at her. “I’ve already tasted your sweet titties.” Riley blushes on cue but slips her arm around me as I pull her inside and secure the back door. “What are you going to do with the store?”
“Well, I have to rent it. I’m responsible for the property tax, insurance and everything else now. Gram gave me a price range for the area, but I, I don’t know…would you want to sell from here?” She asks shyly.
I let out the breath I was holding. “Sweetheart, no. Look, I won’t take advantage of you. I had contacted some other properties last year but to rent I basically have to show steady business income; and my credit score – well, with the MC, you know I keep a lot of stuff off any books.”
“OK, look, I’m going to advertise it but it’s been empty since last summer, so even if you decide on month to month you’re welcome to it.”
Turning the lights off as we walk back towards the front, I shake my head at Mrs. R’s antics. Knowing my basic business plans, was this done with me in mind? This feels too much like my G’ma’s situation, not that that was bad.
We decide to take my Explorer, so she grabs a duffle from the back of her SUV to get her through our overnight. Calling local hotels, I’m pissed I can’t find something nicer for us, but not an easy task during ski season. Driving to an inexpensive chain hotel in silence, I reach out for her hand.
“What are you thinking about, Sweetheart?”
“Just, today was kind of a big day, and I am trying to absorb it all.” She murmurs. “Hey! You haven’t smoked since I got to the clubhouse?”
“Yeah, been working on that.” I look over at her, patting my breast pocket. “I have your lighter right here, but I got the impression you weren’t a fan,” I say, bringing her hand up to my mouth.
She doesn’t say a word for a while, just looks at me with a big smile. “I’m really impressed, Gunner, I’ve always heard how hard that is to quit. Thank you.”
“I still light up sometimes, but pretty much from a pack or two a day to a pack a month.” I shrug, trying to ignore the surge of warmth that accompanies her smile.
Tugging her hand away from mine, Riley slides it down and slowly rubs my cock over my jeans; she smiles at me, “Maybe I can distract you so you won’t think about smoking?”
“I’m beginning to think you’re just using me for sex!” I mockingly accuse her as I pull into the hotel lot; laughing, she quickly unfastens her seat belt and straddles my lap.
Cupping my face, she gently kisses me; “I want you, but you’re right; we have this idea of each other and I know you are trying to protect me by giving us time to rectify the real versus the imagined.
“I appreciate you and do understand we have things to work out, but looking around at the boys on campus and at the idiots my parents paraded me in front of over the holidays; I need you to understand – you are the only one I’ve ever wanted to jump.” She says as she caresses the side of my scarred face.
Pulling her to me, I invade her mouth. Sliding my hands down to her ass, I pull her tight against my rock hard cock; I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. A knock on the window makes us both jump.
There’s a rent-a-cop who’s yelling about how parking is for hotel guests only and there was a complaint. I open the door into his midsection and tell him we’re checking in. Sliding Riley off of me and onto the ground, I follow her after grabbing the bags from the back.
She winds her arm through mine and smiles up at me like she always does, “Let’s go talk to my Gram tomorrow, I want to get a better idea of what she’s been plotting.”
I stop dead in my tracks. A step ahead of me, she gets tugged back at my sudden stop. “Fuck, Sweetheart! No talking about your Gram when I’m hard, OK? I just shrivelled up.”
The little witch laughs at me and hurries out of the cold, into the hotel.
Riley
Standing back and watching him with the security guard and guy working the front desk, they are terrified of him; I know he’s huge but I’ve never felt the least bit threatened nor intimidated by his size, the scar on his face, nor appearance.
Gunner pays for the room and plus an extra incidental charge in cash; he seems to keep clips of it in different pockets so he never pulls out much at any time. I worry about him spending money to make me happy, I felt awful about him paying for the graffiti being removed from my Jeep. And I’ll never forget the look on his and Connal’s faces at the garage when nearly my whole allowance slid out of my wallet at once. I was so flustered and then embarrassed.
My parents love to show off their wealth and I’ve always found it obnoxious. My great-grandparents on my mother’s side are responsible for most of it and they were, what my parents would consider ‘blue collar’ and beneath them. How hypocritical is that?
I have no room to criticize. I’ve never worked, I have volunteered with Gram through some of the organizations she’s involved with and I always deliver Thanksgiving dinner baskets to those on her church’s ‘need’ list. Really, the best and worst thing my parents ever did for me was have me homeschooled. I was never involved in school cliques but I am so awkward with other people because of not having to deal with that. I’ve never had a best friend. I have Gram and for a short period of time, I had Ms. Betty; but I never really interacted with people my age. I’m set apart at school now because I am younger than those in my classes. I have access to all of the advantages of wealth without deserving it or getting what I really crave – true interaction with others.
As Gunner motions to me to follow him to our room, I wonder if he REALLY knows what he’s in for with me. The one thing Gram has always said to me is to trust my instincts when it comes to people; I know I can’t trust my parents, I learned that early on. I know I felt so safe last May when I met Gunner, but in all my musings of him the past year I never considered being spanked. I never thought of it any time I rubbed myself off thinking of him. But holy shit! I was pissed at the first slap, until he softly rubbed my butt then kept going on my count. Now, I’m looking forward to saying ‘sorry’ some more.
Chapter 8
Riley
“Fuck. Riley.” He says looking at me, as I follow him into a space smaller than his room at the clubhouse. “You OK here?”
“I just want to be with you tonight, so yes,” I say, trying to sound game about this place. He gathers me in his arms, whispering he has a cabin to take me to tomorrow night.
“You have a cabin nearby?” I ask wondering why we aren’t there now.
“It’s owned by the MC. It’s Hawk’s anniversary tonight so he and Anne are there, but I had reserved tomorrow night and can get Monday night also; I just didn’t know if you’d skip school.”
“I only have two classes on Monday but need to go. Between eleven and three, um, I want to get on top of things for the apartment also.” Turning to him as he sits on the bed, I step towards him wanting his hands on me.
“Stop.” He holds up his hand keeping me at arm’s length. “Strip.” This next command terrifies and excites me.
Looking him straight in the eye, I obey. I’d already taken my jacket off, so I kick off my shoes and start with my t-shirt and jeans. Once those are off, I hazard a look up to him; with his nod, I quickly remove my bra and panties. Keeping my arms straight at my sides and nearly shaking with need, standing bare before him I beg for m
ore; “Show me, Gunner.”
“Come up here,” He motions to the bed beside him. “On all fours, Sweetheart.”
I quickly move into position beside him. Still fully dressed, he gently caresses my back, following my curves down my arms, then back around to my bottom. Without warning, he starts spanking me again. Hard and fast, nine slaps later he pauses, gripping me by my hair; as his other hand gently soothes my inflamed skin, he asks for the count.
As I push my ass back into his palm, I moan the number ‘nine’ and ask him to even it out. In response, he slips a finger into my soaking wet pussy and smears my juices back up to my asshole. “You want to feel me here?” Gunner murmurs into my ear. I freeze as he circles my tight rim with his finger. “I’m gonna claim this too.” His voice is rough as he gently pushes against my tightest hole with his thumb. “You still want to be with me?”
“Yes, Gunner,” I moan.
He slides his index finger back into my pussy and then pulls his hand back to slap my ass again. “There’s your tenth.” Pulling my hair back to tug me into him for another kiss, “Gonna be mine, Sweetheart?” He growls into my ear then flips me over.
He stands back to remove his vest and shirt then sitting in a chair near the door, he removes his boots and belt but leaves his jeans on. “Please Gunner, I want to see all of you!”
Shaking his head, he rejoins me on the bed. He grins and raises his scarred eyebrow at me as he motions me to move further back up into the pillows. Coming to rest his head in between my thighs, he spreads my legs further to allow for his bulk.
“This little strip for me?” He grins as he traces the remaining tuft of my pubic hair straight down to my clit.
“Yes.” I manage to get out before he separates my folds, blowing on that sensitive nub, causing me to arch off the bed. “Please, Gunner!”
“Sensitive!” This will be the last word from him I’m able to comprehend tonight.
Gunner
I’m quite pleased with myself. I made Ri come so hard she nearly passed out. I didn’t know that was possible. Sweetest pussy I ever tasted; I teased and sucked on her clit till she couldn’t even say “Please, Gunner” anymore and I managed to work my thumb completely into her asshole. She came hard, squirting all over my face before slumping back. Scared me for a moment, until she moved to curl into me.
Moving away from her and covering her up, I pad to the bathroom to rinse her juices from my face and the light beard that has grown the past couple days. Looking at myself in the mirror as I move to piss, I cannot fathom what she sees in me: shaggy brown hair, blue eyes, complete with partial hearing loss in one ear from the shrapnel that tore up my face. I was never considered good looking and the scar doesn’t help much either, but she doesn’t seem to care about any of it.
Walking back and easing myself onto the bed next to her, I vow to be good to her. I won’t lose her. In sleep, she seems to mirror my thoughts and snuggles tighter against me. The last thought that passes through my mind before sleep overtakes me, is simply ‘Mine’.
Sleeping better than I had since before I joined the military, I slowly waken to light kisses and a squirming body under me.
“You’re crushing me.” Riley giggles quietly, while continuing to scatter kisses across my neck.
Growling, I wrap my arms around her to hold her closer while shifting my weight onto my elbows. Feeling my morning wood against her stomach, she curls her legs around my waist and purrs, “Now have we waited long enough?”
If I didn’t have my jeans on, I would bury nine inches of solid wood inside of her. “Not yet, Sweetheart.” Kissing her forehead, trying to protect her from morning breath; I move lower against her to suck her tits into my mouth, moving back and forth between each peak and letting them loudly pop out of my mouth. Riley giggles again causing me to frown up at her. “How can anyone be so cheerful when they wake up?”
Smiling down at me, while I switch to flicking her nipples randomly with my tongue; “I’m happy because I woke up to you, to us being together, I guess.”
“I’ve never done that before, you know?” I say, wanting to make her smile even more.
“What?” She looks down at me with a confused look in her eyes.
“I’ve never spent the night with anyone before.” I clarify. Sharply pushing away from me, she slides off the bed without a word and darts to grab my shirt from the floor. Sliding it over her head, she turns away from me as she realizes the room is too small to put any real distance between us. Standing rigidly, she turns back to me.
“You told me you’d never discuss MC business with me, so I understand that you’ll keep some things from me, but you don’t get to lie to me. Not under any circumstance!” Gone is my happy Riley, she stands before me furious, with pink cheeks and tears beginning to form in her eyes.
“You’re about to get spanked, Sweetheart; and you will not enjoy it this time,” I say harshly as I sit up to face this.
“No!” She shouts, standing her ground, “Not when you’ve lied to me. I won’t let you.”
“I’ve never lied to you. I’ve never spent the night in a bed with anyone. And I remember telling you last year not to question me when I’ve given my word!” She looks more shocked than angry now, but I cannot stand being called a liar so we’re finishing this discussion now. “You won’t always like what I tell you Riley, but you do not get to blow up, calling me a liar. I will not stand for that shit.”
The tears that had built up in her eyes spill over as she comes back to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I don’t understand, Gunner, all the women you’ve been with? I mean, you…?” She pauses unsure of how to continue.
Sliding my hands in different directions, each securing a cheek; my left arm pulls her lower body more fully into me while I guide her face towards mine with my right hand. “No woman’s ever been on the back of my bike nor slept the night in a bed with me, Sweetheart. I don’t have many other ‘firsts’ left, but those two are yours, ours, I mean.” I softly kiss her tears away as she sniffles loudly. “You have a bit of temper, don’t you, Sweetheart?”
“No, I don’t.” She breathes out unevenly.
“Yes, you do.” I chuckle while contradicting her.
“I don’t like being lied to. They used to lie to me about things, making excuses or whatever. Then they stopped even bothering to do that.” My anger at her parents flares again when I think of the neglect she faced alone. “I can’t tolerate living like that anymore.”
“I’ve sworn an oath to the MC, Riley; club business doesn’t get spoken about with anyone. I swear to you, I won’t lie to you or withhold anything personal, anything between us. I won’t use my oath to my Brothers to hide things from you, but I won’t betray them either.”
“What do I say, Gunner? You won’t let me say ‘sorry’ anymore?” She sniffles again.
“Oh, you can say it, Sweetheart; you just know what I’ll do when I hear it…” I say laughing at her predicament.
“I won’t ever lie to you, Gunner.” She sighs, as she settles herself on my lap. “We won’t ever lie to each other.” She murmurs more to herself than to me.
Sitting there holding her close with my chin resting on her head, I’m amazed at how quickly I went from angry to content. Tightening my arms around her, loving the feel of her snuggled onto my lap; I grin, deciding to make this her new resting place. Listening to her breathing shift, she stretches up to trace the scar across my face. “Will you tell me what happened?”
Watching her face as she seems to be memorizing the path and texture of the mark, I explain about the patrol through a nothing village in Afghanistan that ended with an IED killing two of my buddies, tearing an arm off another guy, and knocking the shit out of me. Besides the scar, I tell her about the partial hearing loss in my left ear. Her eyes widen and fill with tears again as she moves her finger to trace the outside of my ear.
“Thank you for your service.” She says, looking back to my eyes. As I lower my mouth t
o kiss hers, I hear the loudest rumble I have ever heard from another human being and freeze for a moment realizing it’s coming from her stomach! I jerk and nearly unseat her as she blushes furiously and grabs her stomach.
“How is that coming from you?” I sputter, laughing, while I stand us up to get dressed. “Guess I need to feed that beast!”
“You!” She laughs and smacking at my arms with her tiny hand before turning to pull on her jeans. “I was too nervous to eat much yesterday and now I’m too embarrassed!”
“You should be!” I can’t help but continue to tease her. “I’ve lived with Marines and Bikers and have never heard anything like that!”
“Oh Come On!” She mock yells at me, “It wasn’t that bad!” Then she gets the upper hand by removing my shirt and tossing it to me. As I stand, staring at this beautiful – naked - woman, she laughs at herself as she digs through her duffel bag for a fresh shirt. “But I think today will be Special #6-day if we go to Ray’s.” She smiles at the now shocked look on my face.
“There’s no way you can put away the #6!” I ordered it once and barely finished it. Full stack of pancakes, 3 eggs, cheesy hash browns, plus a couple pieces each of bacon and sausage.
“Want to bet?” She’s gotta be shitting me, she’s like 5’4” and only curvy where she should be.
“You’re on. What’s the prize?” I rake my eyes up and down her body.
Looking way to innocent, she pretends to think about it; “Winner gets ‘dessert’ tonight.” This girl is killing me. Sealing it with a kiss, we get going.
Chapter 9