Gunner_Northern Grizzlies MC_Book 3

by M. Merin

  Deciding that distracting him is my best way out of the conversation, I part my lips and dart my tongue out to lick his finger. His eyes widen and he grabs my hips and grinds his rapidly hardening cock into me, leaning down to my ear he licks the shell and whispers, “Don’t fucking play with me right now, Riley.”

  “Hey, Sexy, come dance with me,” Someone slurs out almost the same second that I register another hand on my back. Jake instantly stands up to move some guy away, I don’t hear a word spoken but the guy throws his hands up in a frustrated motion and backs off.

  “Fuck this.” Gunner snarls looking wildly around him, and I cup either side of his face with my hands. “Fuck this shit.

  “What’s wrong?” I can’t figure out what’s gotten in to him, he’s suddenly so tense I’m worried for him. Looking down at me, he exhales and leans his forehead up against mine for a long moment before looking up at Flint.

  “Is Jasper still here?”

  Flint eyes widen, but he nods and points behind us. Lifting and holding me close as he stands, Gunner turns until he sees Jasper against a back wall talking to another man.

  Chapter 26

  Riley

  “Jasper!” He calls out, loud enough to silence most of the room.

  “Got something you want to say, Brother?” Jasper calls back, grinning at us.

  “President, I’m claiming this woman. Riley’s my Ol’ Lady.” Oh. Shit. Tonight? Isn’t tonight too soon? My heart starts thumping and I’m sure he can hear it. He squeezes me tight and still has his eyes locked on Jasper.

  Jasper finally nods, “I got no problem with that. Any Brothers have any objections to Riley Maddock, speak up now.”

  Silence. Except for my heart beat, it’s so loud I feel like there’s a speaker hooked up to it.

  “Done.” Jasper finally says, turning back to the man at his side.

  Gunner just stands there with me still in his arms, as the men around us yell out different forms of congratulations. Putting my arms around his neck I pull myself upwards and shift to wrap my legs around his waist.

  “Gunner?” He jerks his head down to look at me. I rock up to whisper in his ear, “Baby? You haven’t fucked me on the couch yet.” Horny teenager indeed.

  He crashes his mouth down onto mine until I tug his ear, hoping to get some fresh oxygen into my lungs. He scoops up our jackets and starts walking towards the door, I wave at our table over his shoulder. Bree and Flint are whispering to each other, Connal and Vice are laughing at Gunner’s antics, while a serious looking Jake waves his hand once at me.

  I keep my chin on Gunner’s shoulder and legs tight around him, halfway out the door I get a glimpse of a furious looking woman reenacting the term ‘if looks could kill’.

  He helps me into my jacket and onto his bike, getting us home without another word. Carrying me upstairs, he moves straight for the couch.

  Oddly, our clothes are still on.

  Gunner

  I’ve been trying to figure out what to say to her the whole way here. I just felt so damn powerless, all their comments, then that jag-off touched her? Fuck, she doesn’t even know about the scene with Deb. I pull my hands back to see they are shaking.

  “Gunner?” Shit, why does she sound like that? “Gunner, do you want to take it back? Is that it?”

  “Goddammit! NO, Riley!” I yell loudly, surprising us both.

  She’s looking at me with unshed tears in her beautiful eyes and I’m even more furious at myself. “Riley, we never spoke about any timing with us. I backed you into this corner and you, shit, we’ve only been together a short time. What do YOU want, Riley? Tell me and I’ll make it right.”

  “Gunner. Everyday we’ve been together, you have shown me, told me, and proven to me that we belong to each other. You already claimed my heart, mind, and body; why do you think I care that you announced it to your MC? I mean you told the freaking Sheriff you were going to marry me, for Pete’s sake!” Her voice got consistently louder as she continued and when she mentions the Sheriff, I can see her point. I crush her to me until I hear a joint crack, reminding me to lighten my hold a little.

  “I don’t have a ring for you yet, Sweetheart,” I say, quietly.

  “We have time, Gunner.” She leans in to kiss me. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Wait. There’s this Girlie, I have to tell you about.” She tenses up instantly.

  “Deb?” She whispers, God only knows what she’s heard. “Did…do you love her?”

  “Fuck no! Jesus, Riley. I’ve never loved another woman.” Kissing her gently, “She just always made herself available to me, I never encouraged it and didn’t even notice I had, ya know, been with her more often than some of the others. Jasper pulled me aside the night he claimed Emma, told me Deb had been telling the other Girlies that she was going to be my Property, my Ol’ Lady.”

  Frustrated but worried over how stiff my Sweetheart is, I hastily finish. “Look, after that I avoided her, and then I met you; I swear it’s been over a year since I touched her. It’s just tonight, when I went up to the bar, she came up and grabbed that hard-on I was sporting from you squirming on my lap and made a scene. I told her she would be kicked out if she disrespected either of us again.”

  “I think she was the one who looked like she wanted to kill me when we were heading out? Near the door?”

  “I told you I wouldn’t apologize for my past; and I was no fucking saint, I just don’t want that to hurt you now.” I’ll never understand this woman. Tears flood and overwhelm her eyes, I did that to her; yet she wraps her arms around me, kissing my neck.

  “Two others followed me in to the bathroom,” She whispers into my ear. “I think one woman was Anne’s sister? Anne had told me that you and she had hooked up a while back. They wanted to stir the pot a bit, but I turned it back on them and ran; well, Jasper was walking by the bathroom, otherwise they may have tried to beat me down.” My little tiger is smiling into my neck, gently hiccupping and wetting down my shirt and cut with her silent tears.

  “I love you so much, Sweetheart.” I try to hold her tight but she pushes away. Standing in front of me, she removes her blouse, leaving her camisole. Next she sits on the coffee table and starts to remove her boots, but I reach over to help her, pulling each one off. As she slides out of her jeans, I see my Sweetheart went commando tonight! What a nice surprise. “Riley, I can’t wait to have you raw again. Felt so fucking good to be in you like that.”

  She straddles my lap, “We have to give the pill a couple more weeks then that’s the only way I want you in me.”

  “I’ll give you kids someday, Sweetheart, I promise.” I moan, flicking her nipples through her silky top. “But this selfish bastard wants you all to himself for a bit.”

  “Why are you still dressed?” She tries to lift my shirt but I pull her arms behind her back, holding them with one hand.

  “No, no, no. You may have me all wrapped around your pinky, Riley. But this here? This is when you do what I say.” I slowly twist her nipple with my free hand, enjoying the sight of her arching into me with her head back. “Going to make you squirt again, you squirt for me then I’ll take my clothes off and give you my cock anyway you want it, you understand?” I flick my thumb across her clit and she starts grinding into that digit.

  “Yes, Gunner. Anything you want. Please.” She moans as I hold her back by her arms while working my belt off. Gonna need both hands to take care of my girl. Getting that off, I make fast work of securing her wrists behind her back with it. Her eyes are blazing into mine.

  “That’s my Riley, how does this feel now?” I slowly slid my middle finger up her wet slit searching for her G spot, I clamp my thumb back down on her clit just as I find her inner sweet spot. Securing her in place with a grip on her ass, I let her grind down on my fingers, slathering them with her sweet juice.

  “My God, Gunner; please, that’s it!” I lean forward and suck, first on one, then on her other nipple. Her grinding down on my hand
has increased to a frantic pace, slowly withdrawing my finger I slide it up to my mouth to suck on. “So close, please don’t stop, need it.” She begs. I unwind my belt from around her wrists and bring her up to stand on the couch, her gorgeous cunt right up to my mouth.

  “Quench my thirst, Ol’ Lady! Give me all that sweetness.” Are my last words tonight, as I secure her in position, my hands on her ass cheeks, Riley’s hands are flat on the wall behind the couch, supporting herself.

  Tilting her pelvis to suit my need to consume all of her, I fuck her sweet pussy with my tongue; just as deep and eagerly as she needs. Sliding a finger up into her and moving my mouth to focus on her engorged clit, rolling it between my tongue and my teeth, Riley’s knees give way and she is unknowingly chanting something along the lines of ‘yes’, ‘please’, and ‘love’.

  Then she gives me what I wanted all night. My Sweetheart squirts all over my face. I get as much of that on my tongue as possible, and when she starts moaning for me to stop, I suck up as much of her inner cream as I can get.

  Content, I shift her in my arms and carry her to our bed. I put her down long enough to kick off my boots before pulling her into my side. Holding her, I wipe a hand over my face, inhaling her scent. Happy to be marked by the woman snoring in my arms.

  Riley

  Waking in the middle of the night, I’m naked and next to Gunner; who’s fully dressed. Hmmm, we’ll see about that.

  After a quick stop in the bathroom, I head to the closet to grab a condom from Gunner’s supply. Reaching into the shelf in the dark, I feel a piece of leather beyond the condoms. As I’m reaching for the light, Gunner’s voice startles me.

  “Why don’t you bring that with you so I can give it to you properly?” Gunner clicks on the light near the bed.

  Smiling abashedly, I grab the piece of leather and a rubber before making my way back to him. “You promised me something last night, Gunner.”

  “You came so hard for me, Sweetheart,” He reaches for me, having me straddle him as he lies back taking the items I brought from the closet. “I’ll give you what you want, but I want you to have this first.”

  He unfolds the leather to show me a vest, in small letters on the front it reads PO Gunner, flipping it I see Property of Gunner and the MC’s logo on the back. “OH! Bree had a vest like this on last night!”

  “I’m pretty goddamn sure it didn’t say ‘Gunner’, Sweetheart.” He smirks at me, “First thing, you gotta stop calling them vests. You’re my Ol’ Lady now, no one will touch you or give you shit with this CUT on you. Wear my brand on you?” He raises an eyebrow at me in question.

  I smile down at him and lift it up, swinging it on. “You mean like this?” Sitting on him, naked except for his cut, I tease the front of it, rubbing my hands over the leather to caress my boobs.

  “Fuck, Riley. Fuck.” He grabs the open edges, pulling me down to his lips. “That’s so goddamn hot.” He murmurs when he lets me up for air.

  “Get your pants off, Gunner. I’ll show you something better.” I say, sliding off of him. He wastes no time shucking his pants.

  I nudge him further up, so he’s leaning back against the headboard. Maneuvering between his legs, he gets a full view of my ass peeking out from the end of my vest.

  I start by licking his balls, taking each in my mouth. Stretching my tongue out, I slide it along the underside of his cock while looking straight in his eyes. Wiggling my butt causes his eyes to shift and I take that moment to pop his rapidly hardening cock into my mouth. He groans loudly, rolling his head back and fisting his hands at his sides. I continue bathing his length, sliding him in and out of my mouth to take him as far back as I can. I still have problems with my gag reflex but am eager to improve.

  Shifting back from him, I find and slip the rubber into his hand. Once he’s got that on, I turn my back on him and though awkward at first, start practicing that reverse cowgirl he showed me the other day. Bracing myself on his knees, I slip one hand down to massage his balls. I work myself up and down his cock as fast as I can, knowing that if his eyes are open they’re pointed at his Property of Gunner cut and our bodies joining below it.

  “Tell me when you’re close, Gunner.”

  “Rub yourself, Ri,” He moans out. “I want you to come.”

  “Later, Baby, you take care of me later. This is about you.” I manage to get out as I try to focus on him and maintain my speed.

  Soon I feel his balls tighten in my hand followed by him bellowing: “Now, Riley!”

  I get up; turning to him I grab his cock, rolling the condom off as I rub up and down his shaft. Shrugging the cutoff, I aim his cock right at my breasts. His eyes widen in shock as the realization of what I want him to do dawns on him. Just as he grabs his length in his one of his hands and my shoulder in the other, his jizz bursts out of him in long creamy strands all over my neck and chest.

  Holding my boobs together and I scoop up some of his cum, sucking it off my finger and grinning at him. Gunner has slumped back against the headboard but lazily reaches a hand up to rub more of his spunk into my chest. “My little Sweetheart is so, so dirty.”

  Laughing, I slide from the bed. “Want to come wash me?” I wink at him as I lay out my cut on the end of the bed – making sure it didn’t get any of his cum on it! – and head to the bathroom naked but for his seed. I’m already under the rain shower by the time he catches up; he turns on another row of shower heads then sits on the bench, staring at me intently.

  “I could watch you all day, Riley,” He leans forward curving a hand down one side of my body, reverently. His eyes are filled with wonder and lust as I move into his arms. He holds me close, placing soft kisses across my skin until he shuts off the water, wraps me in a towel and carries me back to bed as though I’m the most precious thing on Earth.

  The following days go on in a similar pattern; school for me, work and MC business for him, nights are spent exploring each other and figuring out our weird habits.

  Friday night, I showed up at Gram’s for my weekly dinner, excited that Gunner was going to join us also. Only he never showed. No reply to my texts but I make an excuse to Gram and hope she’ll let it slide, Before dessert is served, I sneak off to call him; the call goes straight to voicemail. I try to stay positive, but know that I’m not fooling Gram.

  I arrive home to a dark house, and still getting Gunner’s voicemail, I pull my cut on, leave a note for him on the counter and head to the clubhouse. Pulling up to a closed gate, I see the new Probie and a man I’ve never seen before are standing outside, as I approach them the stranger yells; “No party here tonight, maybe next week, Honey.”

  The Probie nudges him as I pull back my jacket to show my cut. “I’m sure I’m allowed in…”

  “Sorry,” The Probie speaks up, “no one’s allowed in, don’t matter who.”

  “Then can you get Gunner for me?” I get a shrug in reply.

  “Look, don’t know who’s in there, who’s not. No one in or out until Pres allows. Radio fucking silence, so just go back home.” I see a Nomad patch on this guy’s jacket and while unsure of what that means, Probie is obviously following his lead. I reverse out, trying to figure out what to do. I know Bree is working tonight so don’t want to bother her nor cause the hassle of going to her bar underage. With a last look back at the clubhouse, I head home.

  Chapter 27

  Gunner

  What a shit show. Took nearly a week, but I got the evidence needed to prove who was skimming the take. Fucking Needle and Deb. Their fate was decided on by the group, now I have to carry it out.

  Each one swearing that the other one planned and got it rolling. No help for Needle now regardless; over a lousy ten grand that they probably already snorted. Deb makes it difficult. No one wants to give her a death sentence, but she’s got MC ink on her and those ain’t going back out the door with her.

  We decide fire is the quickest way to deal with Deb’s ink. Roy will treat her for a few days afterwards, then
she’ll get a one-way bus ticket away from here. She hears that and starts blubbering, looking for mercy; talking about other deals Needle’s cut himself in on, so I got to go down and break more ribs until he gives that shit up, too. Not only fucking taking money from all our pockets, but he’s got a cousin in what’s left of the Spiders and he’s dealing meth for them in our town.

  Big fuck-up there. Keeping shit outta this town has always been a priority and he’s fucking dealing to the high school behind our backs.

  It’s nearly four in the morning before I get back to the clubhouse and retrieve my phone from Jasper’s office; Riley’s upset, but this is the life sometimes. I go out back to get my bike; approaching the gate, Probie waves me down.

  “Man, your Ol’ Lady was here, looking good in her cut. You know we couldn’t let her in or tell her anything. She looked worried, just wanted you to know.”

  “Thanks for the heads up. My old room is still empty, why don’t you crash there when you get a break?” Probie waves his thanks and I head out.

  Hoping she reached out to Bree when she couldn’t get me, I push the limit trying to get home. Roads are rough this time of year but I still don’t think anything of it when her truck isn’t out back when I pull under the deck. Heading up the icy stairs and through the bedroom door, I’m surprised to see an empty bed. I follow the light to the front room and freeze. Easily seeing she isn’t there, I check the kitchen counter for the spot she leaves me notes, seeing only the one she left before leaving for the clubhouse. My gut twists and palming my phone to call her, I walk back through looking in the still empty second bedroom then going to our bathroom, finally the closet.

  Her clothes are either missing or in stages of having been pulled from hangers, what makes me drop to my knees is her cut. It’s perfectly laid out in the center of the mess.

  Scrolling through my phone, I recheck my messages before trying her again. Heading to the front window, I can see that her truck isn’t on the street in front either. Checking her note again, “G – Worried about you, running to the clubhouse. Charge your phone and call me, I’ll come right back. Love you, R”