by M. Merin
Smiling at Riley as she looks up at me, “Thank you for making this for us, Sweetheart. It really is the best I’ve ever had.” The light in her eyes warms me up more than the whiskey; company here or not, I can’t help but draw her in for a long kiss.
“Save room for dessert, Connal!” She warns as I let her up for air. “I’ll send leftovers home with you.”
“What?! No! I want the leftovers.” I yell, getting a slug in the shoulder from Connal.
“I can make it for you anytime though,” She reasons.
“Oh, I’m happy to come over anytime,” Frowning at Connal’s statement, I’ve decided he’s no longer welcome here. He and Riley just laugh when I growl, then he continues. “Maybe Jake can come next time?”
“I didn’t know you were seeing someone, Connal?” Riley asks, suddenly frowning as I throw my head back laughing and Connal turns purple choking on his drink.
“Jake’s in the MC. He and Connal served together.” I explain. Neither Connal nor I elaborate on Connal and Jake’s habit of sharing a woman between them. I’ve heard they don’t cross swords, but none of my business if they do.
After we clear the table for her, she sets out a plate of cookies over on the coffee table and we move our drinks over there. I frown as I notice her wrapping up cookies for Connal to take with him also.
Jesus, my Brothers will be stopping by every night at dinner time if word gets around. For the next hour, the three of us sit around exchanging stories. Connal finally uses the bathroom and collects the food containers Riley is sending with him.
He looks over at her, “We good?”
She wraps her arms around my waist and nodding, says, “All good. See ya soon, Connal. And Jake is welcome next time also. Maybe Monday again?” Calling out his thanks, he heads out.
“What was that about?” I ask, looking down at her.
“I’ll tell you all about my day after you make me cum at least twice!”
Chapter 22
Gunner
Laughing, I throw her over my shoulder and head to the bed, spanking her round ass as I go. “Someone’s getting greedy!”
“Are you complaining?!” Is the muffled reply, as she sticks her hand down the back of my jeans, pinching my ass.
Putting her down, we both shed our clothes and I grab a condom from my stash inside the closet.
“On your hands and knees, right now,” I call out. My Sweetheart is always so quick to comply. When I get on the bed behind her, I decide that the wall next to the bed would be greatly enhanced with a mirror. God, the thought of watching her tits bounce while in this position almost makes me cum before I enter her.
Reaching forward, I gather her hair into one hand, pulling her head back. “Tell me what you want, Sweetheart.”
“You, Gunner. All of you.” She moans as I reach around to squeeze her nipples, not letting up my grip on her hair. I slowly grind my cock along her lower lips feeling her moisture build. Pulling back I spank her twice on each side.
“Be explicit. What you want, where you want it, how fast or slow, how you feel. You stop telling me, I stop giving it to you.” I instruct.
“Gunner, Please!” She actively starts trying to wiggle back to mount my hardness, I pull back and spank her again.
“Behave, I thought you wanted to cum tonight?” Keeping my cock away from her tight puss, I rub the red marks on her ass; impatiently waiting for her surrender.
I feel her shudder before she starts talking. “Your cock, Gunner. I want it all the way up my pussy. Fast, I’ll cum on your cock so just fuck me as hard as you want.” She moans as I enter her. “Harder. Give me more!”
It’s like a goddamn floodgate. Once Riley starts, she just keeps on as if I would have the control to stop. I was hitting her cervix by the time she said ‘up’ and I go full speed, not taking it easy on her as I have over the past week.
“Play with your clit!” I order, unable to keep the roughness from my voice. All the while she is trying to complete sentences until she comes. Her tunnel rippling along my dick, as though acknowledging the pleasure I gave her.
I continue on, holding her hips and mercilessly pounding into her as the upper half of her body sinks down unable to support her weight anymore. I finish, filling the condom but I’m not done. She’s only come once. Removing the condom, tying it off and tossing it off the bed, I flip her over and worship her pretty cunt with my mouth.
I start by lapping up the juices from her first orgasm, the taste is more intoxicating than the whiskey I had over dinner. Sliding my tongue from inside her pussy up to her clit brings forth a low cry from Riley – the first sign of life since she came and I grin up at her before getting back to business on her sweet spot.
Finishing her off a second time, she tugs my body up alongside her and gives me her mouth. Knowing she is freely sucking her juices from my mouth makes me hard again. Tapping down on that, I won’t take her a second time tonight; I want to make sure my Sweet Riley recovers from the pounding she just took.
“Gunner?” She whispers.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I, Ri?” I murmur into her hair.
“No, Gunner. I just want to get a mirror for that wall. So I can see you next time.” I can’t help but laugh, my sweetheart is just as dirty as her man.
“I was thinking the same thing. You do that, I’ll get the grill for the deck.”
“And we need to talk.” Fuck, that’s just never what a guy wants to hear; my half-hard cock instantly softens.
Leaning over, I pull the blanket over us and settle in as she catches me up on her day. While my instincts and experience tell me to handle it, I know her Gram has a plan to deal with Riley’s parents. The threat of any type of restraining order will go a lot further towards stopping Kennelly and slowing down her parents, than my preferred method.
We discuss scenarios and decide to put that on hold for now. The next thing I want to know, “Did Connal say something to you? What was that when he was leaving?”
“He’s looking out for you.” She says shyly.
“Riley, what did he say? I know Flint upset you and I want to know what Connal said.”
Repeating it back to me, I relax a bit. In the talks we’ve had, the one thing I’m certain of is that Riley is a ‘when the going gets tough, the tough get going’ kind of girl. Then she starts giggling and buries her face in a pillow.
“Sweetheart?”
“Nothing, just something I said to him. I let him know I know life won’t always be perfect; but what he doesn’t know is, my life has never been perfect. Until this past week.” She says while placing soft kisses on my various tattoos.
My arms are still tight around her when I wake up right before dawn. Getting out of bed, I step on the goddamn condom from last night and fuck-all, get my jizz everywhere.
Hopping to the bathroom, I try to clean myself off without waking Riley. Sneaking back, I throw a towel over the mess on the floor and head to the front room to make a call.
Ronnie, the rent-a-cop I know at the University picks up on the third ring. “Yeah?”
“I need you to ask around about something for me,” I start; then explain about Kennelly.
We hang up shortly afterwards and I know even if it isn’t Kennelly, I’ll have a good description by noon. I’ve also given him permission to call the Sheriff to verify that Kennelly’s been temporarily suspended, not that he will.
Riley
I head to school early, needing to stop at Security to get information on who may have been asking around for me yesterday. As suspected it was Kennelly. I provide Sheriff Michael’s phone number to the head of the Security Department so he can confirm that Kennelly has already been reprimanded for harassing me.
Taking this more seriously than I expected, the security officer then promises me a statement from the person who let Kennelly on campus the day before. At my puzzled look, he explains that his daughter was stalked and nearly raped at a University up-state. The head of security there kn
ew the attacker and didn’t pay much attention to the girl’s concerns. I nearly cry in relief but also for the terror this unknown girl faced. I will let Gunner know, but by now I’m pissed and happy to let Gram’s lawyer follow through.
After class, I am really excited to meet Kristy for lunch; we sit at a smaller table although several people had waved to her. It was really nice to have one on one time with her and though she mentions upcoming parties with an open attitude, I shy away from that but tell her that she has to come check out my place and Rowansville sometime.
Hearing about her bluntly talk about her last two hook-ups get me so embarrassed. Her encounters are nothing like what I’ve had, I know she thinks I don’t share mine because I’m less experienced; but while I don’t have her numbers, I can’t imagine not coming with Gunner.
As we’re leaving, I notice an email from the school’s security department and quickly forward on the statement. I want my Gram’s lawyer to have hard evidence about Kennelly flashing his badge and telling the guard that he was there on official business.
Chapter 23
Riley
After classes and the library, I head to Gunner’s shop. The door is locked but he opens it quickly after I knock, the warmth of his body chasing away the chill of the outdoors.
“Didn’t expect you, Sweetheart! Everything alright?” He says in between kisses.
“Uh-huh. Just have more reading to do but with the storm warning, I wanted to leave campus earlier than planned. Thought I’d read here and watch you work,” I say while I kiss his neck and nibble on his earlobe.
“Don’t mind the distraction one bit!” He leads me in and explains the specially ordered piece he’s working on.
I explain about my earlier meeting on campus and about the report I received; he basically shrugs it off but starts focusing on my breasts, instantly turning me to putty, he quickly slides my sweater and bra up out of his way. So much for reading here…
Moving his hands away, I kneel in front of him. Rubbing my face against his crotch while I work to unfasten his belt and jeans, I eventually pull his cock through the slit in his briefs. Sucking him into my mouth, I get very enthusiastic as he hardens with my tongue working around his wide cock.
As Gunner slowly works to thrust more and more of his length into my mouth and throat, we are completely oblivious to the change in the background noise. The door is not only open but when I take a breath and focus my eyes, three men are standing there. I fling myself off of him and behind the closest piece of furniture. My freak-out causes Gunner to swear and look around, grabbing his fully extended cock.
Three of us are calling out some version of ‘Shit’, ‘Oh my God’, or ‘Fuck’; while Hawk calmly says, “Hey Riley, nice to see you again,” As he closes the door behind him.
Gunner moves to pick me up and quickly carries me towards the back room, knowing how mortified I am. He coos into my ear and places me on the old sofa, working to get his package back in his pants.
“Gunner, I…” I stop, not even knowing what to say and too horrified to consider facing them.
“The two you don’t know are Jasper and Vice. Take a couple minutes but you’ll have to face them eventually.” He drops a kiss on my forehead, heading towards the main room; he veers suddenly towards the kitchenette. Pouring a finger of whiskey and delivering it to me, he heads out to meet his Brothers.
I look at the drink a moment then shoot it. Knowing my face is still bright red, I adjust my bra and sweater and follow Gunner back out to the main room. The men continue talking as I approach, but Gunner reaches a hand out toward me and I focus on that; knowing the others are watching me.
He pulls me into his side, drops another kiss on my forehead before replying to a question from the shorter man standing next to Hawk. I gradually study the three invaders.
Hawk gives me a small nod before looking quickly back to Gunner. The shorter of the other two keeps his eyes on Gunner, though from the twitch of his mouth I know he’s aware of my gaze. The tallest of the three is close to Gunner’s height but only carries about half his weight. His eyes are assessing me, unblinking. The darkest eyes I’ve ever seen.
I work to meet his stare unblinking and I quickly realize the look isn’t unkind, just curious. I know without being told this is Jasper. When their discussion pauses, I move forward with my hand out.
“Jasper? I’m Riley. Believe it or not, I’ve had more embarrassing days, not by much mind you.” I quip with some whiskey courage in me.
The shorter man snorts at my comment, “Vice?” Jasper hasn’t taken my hand so I drop it, just nodding at Vice.
“Hi Hawk. How is Anne?” I ask, hoping for a reply from one of these men.
“She’s good, I’ll tell her you still have her earrings on.” He smiles back at me.
I step back until I’m met with Gunner’s chest and he puts a hand on each of my shoulders.
Jasper looks over my head at Gunner. “Flint said he’ll back your claim when you make it. Are you sure?” I shift between either foot, wanting to kick this man who won’t acknowledge me.
“She’s mine. I’ve told you, I’m not letting her go.” Gunner firmly states. Jasper finally looks back at me and I’m too annoyed to blink or look away. Moments pass until he finally nods his head. He turns to leave and the other two follow him; “Welcome to the Club, Little Girl,” He calls over his shoulder.
We stand there even after the door has been closed behind them. I finally step away from Gunner, turning; “What the fuckballs, Gunner?”
“Fuckballs?” He tilts his head, smirking at me.
“Gunner!”
“Riley, Jasper was going Old School. He knows, whether he’s thrilled or not, that I’m going to claim you. He wasn’t going to acknowledge your greeting yet, in case it pissed me off.” He fiddles with his cock through his jeans and continues, trying to suppress a grin. “Vice is kind of a talker, so others will hear about this.”
“Can you take me there sometime? The clubhouse?” I don’t know why I feel the need to specify. I just know that everyone’s hesitancy about who I am is not going to go away if I don’t have the opportunity to get to know the men he calls his Brothers. “Me, spending time there might help?”
“You’re right, I meant to do it sooner, I just like having you to myself.” He says after staring at me a moment. “Maybe in a night or two, let me get Bree to be there, okay?” Stepping towards me and smiling at me, “Now where were we?”
“Keep it in your pants, Gunner! That door is unlocked!” I jump away from him, laughing as I hightail it to the door; I call back “See you at home!”
Turning to blow him a kiss, my big, scary giant pretends to catch it and plant it on his cheek. “I’ll be there in an hour. Let me just finish the sanding here?”
Giggling, I get into my truck, my embarrassment already a faded memory.
Gunner
Locking up an hour later, I text Riley to let her know I’m heading home. I’ve already reached out to Bree and Connal; they’ll all be at the clubhouse the next night. That’ll be a nice group to get Riley comfortable. With Ol’ Ladies present, the Girlies generally move parties to the back rooms; so that shouldn’t be too much of a problem.
I’ve been able to get a good amount of inventory built up and am going to discuss the possibility of the store with Flint and Jasper the next day. I know Jas is still dealing with the embezzlement issue, but I want to get his read on it.
Frowning that Riley hasn’t texted me back, my next call is to Hawk. I start to run the idea of a store past him but he quickly mumbles something about ‘the boss’ and hands the phone to Anne. She is interested in further formulating the plan and will talk to Danna; the third person I had thought to include. I try not to get too excited, but this just might work.
I walk into a nearly dark apartment with the sound of Riley’s raised voice coming from the bedroom. Following that down the hall, I enter the bedroom to find her pacing. Phone in hand.
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nbsp; “Mother, that simply isn’t true.” Seeing me, she points to the bed. I sit on the end and am momentarily surprised when she curls up on my lap. I pull her into me, hiding my grin. Placing my chin on the top of her head, I’m so pleased she finds comfort in my presence; as I do hers, that I barely pay attention to her conversation.
Until she exclaims, “For the love of God!” Looking up at me, “Gunner, are you grooming me for a sex ring or to be a mule? Mother isn’t sure which, but apparently it’s one of the two!”
Rolling my eyes, “Neither, I’m keeping you all to myself and out of trouble.” I reply in a voice loud enough to be heard, given my proximity to the phone.
“I didn’t lie, he wasn’t here and now he is; why would it even matter if he’s with me or not?” She asks, giving me a bad feeling. It would only matter if someone were coming to get Riley and wanted her alone. “Whatever, enjoy Boise.”
Riley pitches the phone over my shoulder and turns to straddle me. She starts relaying the conversation, one that lasted nearly ten minutes but got nowhere.
“Sweetheart, when she first called, did she ask if you were alone?” I ask her softly.
“What?” She’s started nuzzling my neck. “Oh, yeah, she asked if you were here. The whole conversation was weird. I don’t think we’ve ever talked that long.”
Getting up, I place her on the bed, moving to the gun nook I built into my side of the bed frame. I put my Glock in the back of my jeans and go to check that the doors are locked. Looking out the front window, I’m relieved to see a fairly empty street.
“You think they were going to try to take me, don’t you?” I can barely hear her voice though she’s not more than ten feet behind me.
“Sweetheart, I don’t know that.”
Riley
I don’t even know what to say at this point. I turn back to the bedroom and quickly get into bed, hugging a pillow to my chest.
“Hey, Sweetheart, it’s going to be alright.” Gunner has followed me back and slides in behind me. Turning into him, I worry about how much more of my family drama he can stand. He continues to rub my back, telling me about going to the MC bar the next night to hang out a bit. I smile, hardly distracted, but happy that I’ll see Bree again.