Gunner_Northern Grizzlies MC_Book 3

by M. Merin

  She shrugs, “Look, you know I hook up with them. I definitely have my favorites around here; Gunner was not on that list, he just doesn’t do it for me.” She shrugs again, almost apologetically. “He figured that out pretty quick and didn’t push it. He’s better than some when it comes to stuff like that.”

  Speaking of the Devil, Frank walks in with some of his buddies. “Well, this is a motherfucking fine sight to see!” He bellows, “Betsy, why don’t you bring that fine ass over here and keep us company?”

  Seeing Betsy tense up and hoping I’m not making things worse, I pipe up; “We’re talking just now, cool your jets.”

  I’m not sure who’s more surprised, Betsy or Frank. Frank takes a step towards me but one of his friends grabs his arm; my ‘Property of’ cut is right in their faces.

  As he’s dragged off to a corner, she leans over, “Thanks for that, but now can we make it look like we’re really having a heart to heart?”

  One of his friends comes over, nodding to me, he orders a whiskey bottle and glasses from Betsy. “Hey, I’m Shade, heard about you.” He nods to me. “Where’s your Ol’ Man?”

  “Right here,” Comes Gunner’s rough voice from the hallway. “Shade, Betsy, all good here?”

  “All good, Gunner,” Betsy’s quickly replies. Having set up a tray for Shade, she slides it towards him while reaching over to refill my glass. Gunner orders a Jack as he crosses over to me.

  Grinning at me, he leans into my ear as if to whisper. Instead, he lightly licks the outer shell before nibbling my earlobe. “Miss me?”

  I wrap my arms around him and he slides in between my legs while leaning up against the bar. “I may have gotten Betsy in trouble with Frank, can we stay a little bit?” I whisper back. Shade has already headed over to his table and Betsy comes over.

  “Betsy, I’m sorry. Did I make things worse?” I quickly ask.

  “Nah, he’ll get drunk and forget about it. Diamond or one of his regulars will be around soon. I have to stay on the bar anyway. Thanks though.”

  “Betsy, I may need some help keeping this one out of trouble around here. You up for it?” Gunner growls, while smiling at me.

  “Ha, seems like she likes her trouble big and grouchy! I’m not sure she’ll need it but happy to keep an eye out for her.” Betsy winks at me before moving away, pretending to be busy.

  “She seems nice,” I say shyly.

  “She’s pretty decent.” He takes a sip of his drink. “You two talked a bit I take it?”

  “Just a little.” I smile back at him, “Don’t worry, Gunner; just you and me now.”

  He kisses the top of my head, “That’s right, Sweetheart.”

  “Especially since I got my period right before we left home,” I sass back, Gunner chokes on his drink. I see Betsy suppressing a smile as she reaches for a rag.

  “Yeah?” He grunts, still clearing his throat. I nod at him. “Someday, Sweetheart,” He says, rubbing my back.

  “Are you disappointed?” I quickly ask him, surprised.

  Betsy pours him another round, causing him to wait until we’re alone again.

  “I never thought about it before, and I want you to finish school, work, and live a bit; cause we both know our lives will change after a child.” He pauses and looks at me so lovingly. “But thinking of you, full with my child? See you holding our child? That IS something I want, Sweetheart.”

  Chapter 31

  Gunner

  She kept saying I was rushing her, but damn I wanted her again before my Brothers showed up for dinner. She took her sweet time in the grocery store and preparing the meal once we got home. Guess I looked annoyed, cause then she took her sweet time sucking my cock to make it up to me.

  I tried to keep a stern face while she was kneeling in front of me. She gave me that gorgeous smile of hers and slowly licking her lips, asked me to let my dick out to play while taking off her top off. Sliding her tits over the top edge of her bra, she flicked those peach tips till they got real hard. Finally, she moved her hands up to massage that sweet spot behind my balls then started in licking my length.

  “I need that tight pussy, Riley,” I moan after she’s been working my dick in and out of her mouth a while. She leans back a bit, letting my head pop out of her sweet lips.

  “But, I’m working so hard, Gunner,” She says in between licks, looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes as a wildfire spreads across her cheeks. “Can’t I please swallow all your cum?”

  SHIT. I’d forgotten she started her period earlier. Will wait till tomorrow and corner her in the shower cause there’s just no way I’m going a week without her pussy.

  “Will you do something extra for me afterwards, Sweetheart?” She nods up at me, working her saliva up and down my length with her silky hand. I smile down at her, rubbing my cock gently around her lips before letting her finish her work.

  After she showers, I bend her over the bathroom counter and reach for the plug I picked up for my girl. Her eyes widen when I pull that and the lube out of a drawer.

  “It’s not that big,” I say, working the lube around her tight hole with my thumb. “You keep this in until after dinner, got it, Sweetheart? Want to make it easier for you to take me back here.”

  She moans and nods while I slip the medium plug into her tightest hole; kneeling behind her, I can’t help but lightly nibble on her curvy ass. Flicking the end of the plug a few times, I stand and she arches back into my chest, her eyebrows knitted together as she studies us in the mirror.

  Dragging my hand away from her breast, I cup her face while her wet hair drips down between our bodies. “What’s going on up here, Riley?”

  “That day at the car wash, Gunner,” She looks at my reflection, unblinking, “Why?”

  “Why what?” Riley knows I’m stalling so she just stands quietly in my arms.

  “I was standing over you for a couple minutes, you know. Pissed I’d been sent over to deal with some kid having a meltdown until you looked at me. You weren’t crying about your fucking truck, Riley. That might have set you off; but Jesus Christ, your eyes are so expressive,” I wrap my arms tighter around her. “I felt something break in me, I wanted to take away all your pain. Can you forgive me?”

  “Forgive you?” She looks confused.

  “The shit I’ve done, the shit I will do? I need you so badly, the way you look at me like I’m everything.” I drop to my knees, turning her to face me. “I will be better for you.”

  “You are everything to me. You are everything I always needed.” She smiles down at me, repeating back the words she gave me last week, the words I crave. “I don’t need you to change; just keep on loving me like you do.”

  “Always, Sweetheart,” I swear, kissing her stomach and moving my hands to grip her ass.

  “We’ve got to get dressed, Baby.” She says as she tries to break my hold.

  “Those Assholes can fucking starve,” I growl, making her giggle.

  Dancing away from me, “Hey! I can’t wait to meet Emma! I’ve heard so much about her.”

  She’s left me on my knees. I can make grown men scatter with a frown but my Sweetheart laughs at me and leaves me on my knees, holding a dick that always seems to be hard around her.

  Emma’s cleared to drink again and Bree has a rare night off work so I’ve mixed some strong ass margarita’s to keep up with Riley’s theme of her homemade salsa and guacamole, as a snack before her enchiladas.

  “Gunner! Stop it!” She keeps catching me going for the chips.

  “Sweetheart, right now I get to munch on the chips or you. Which one is it?” I’m laughing at her when the door buzzer rings, loving the blush that rushes across her cheeks.

  The place smells amazing as I open the door to see the ladies heading up. Connal and Jake are maneuvering up a new flat screen, followed by Jas, Flint, and Vice.

  Bree and Emma rush by me to greet Riley and after my Brothers get upstairs; Jas speaks up, indicating the sixty-five-inch screen.
“This is from all of us, a housewarming gift.” OK, maybe they aren’t total assholes.

  Connal and Jake lean it against a wall in the living room, just in time for Riley to get to them on her circuit of thank you hugs. I growl, taking her into my arms and making her laugh.

  “Feeling left out, Big Guy?” She smiles up at me. Now that everyone’s laughing at me, I release her to the flurry of collecting coats and getting drinks.

  I’ve sat down to hundreds of meals with the guys, I expected it to be strained with the three Ol’ Ladies thrown into the mix but it wasn’t. It was just more; more laughs, new stories, a new audience for our old stories and then the dinner itself.

  Connal and I sat back and exchanged a glance as everyone had their first bite; we both knew that telling a person that someone is an amazing cook is so far removed from them experiencing it for themselves. Riley fidgets next to me, nervously waiting out the momentary silence for feedback. Tilting her head back, I kiss her.

  We get a little carried away and when we look back to our guests, Jake speaks up. “Fucking A.” He winks at my Ol’ Lady, then digs back into his dinner.

  “Sorry, Riley, we don’t let him out much!” Connal contributes before starting on his portion.

  The table descends into laughter and Riley looks back up at me with such happiness and light in her eyes. She’s surrounded by a family, friends, and my love; everything I wanted to give her that day we met. My throat tightens up and it’s a little while before I can take a bite or say anything.

  I look up to see Flint staring at me, waiting for me to focus on him. He gives me a nod, full of understanding and a thousand other things that men won’t ever say to each other. Then his eyes flick to Bree before landing on Jasper. It must be a goddamn secret club because Jas nods back to Flint before repeating the motion with me. I see the way his eyes light up when he looks to Emma, and I know Riley makes mine light up the same way. Returning his nod, I then nod at Flint.

  Jake is across from me and feeling his gaze, I look at him. He holds my stare a moment before looking down and quietly sets to finishing everything in front of him. Our quiet Brother saw our exchange and if I read the look in his eyes correctly, he wants in our secret club pretty fucking badly. Vice, as always, is oblivious as he reaches for seconds.

  THE END

  Coming Soon: Charlie, Northern Grizzlies MC (Book 4)

  Please look for my next book out within the next month. This will feature Connal AND Jake, with updates on the rest of the “dinner group”.

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