The cheering and the voices died down the moment everyone realized that a Dragon Knight associate was amongst us. Axel had fixed his eyes on us too, a narrowed threatening gaze. Brooklyn wriggled her hand out of mine and I could sense how much more nervous she now was.
“Gunner,” Axel said, in a slow drawling voice and I clenched my jaw.
“Why have you brought her here?” Thor spoke up and I looked him straight in the eye.
“She wanted to thank you all for rescuing her and the other girls,” I said in a loud and clear voice.
The music had been turned low by someone and nobody was saying a word, waiting for Axel’s reaction.
“You are Brooklyn Jenson,” Axel said, turning his gaze to her now. Brooklyn gulped nervously and then stuck her nose up in the air, showing bravery. I knew that she was exhausted and also insecure in these surroundings.
“Adam Jenson’s daughter,” Axel continued and Brooklyn finally parted her lips to speak.
“Yes,” she replied, as proudly as she could.
“Your father would have been pissed if he knew that you were here. Amongst us,” Axel said, looking around him at his men.
“Axel, she was going to be used for prostitution by the Dragon Knights,” I interrupted him and he held up a hand to silence me.
“Do you know how your father felt about us?” Axel said to her and Brooklyn nodded her head.
“Yes, but he didn’t know what the Dragon Knights would do to me once he was dead,” she said, meeting Axel’s eyes.
They were glaring at each other and I was beginning to feel like this was a bad idea. I should never have brought her here.
“You’re a very brave girl. I hear that you put up a fight,” Axel said, in the same voice but his eyes had relaxed. Brooklyn gulped again and nodded her head.
“My father and brother made sure that I learned to stand up for myself,” she replied and Axel started walking towards her now. I stepped in closer to her, but he continued on his path.
They were facing off now, Brooklyn was glaring back at him.
“Your father and Gunner’s father used to be best friends,” he told her and Brooklyn snapped her head around to look at me. I could see the surprise in her eyes; the same shock I got when Axel had told me this earlier.
“And while we all disagreed with each other, I know for a fact that Adam Jenson would not have wanted his club to turn to this,” Axel said and then he smiled at Brooklyn. She was beginning to smile as well.
“Welcome to the Bad Disciples sweetheart. You have our protection,” he said and throwing his arms around Brooklyn, he dragged her into a warm fatherly hug. Everyone around us cheered loudly and I could breathe again.
***
I looked over across the room and saw Brooklyn standing in the middle of a circle of my friends. Glock, Tank, Hunter, Sniper and even Ethan were chatting with her, pouring her drinks. They all wanted to get as much inside information about the Dragon Knights as they could from her. Brooklyn looked relaxed. If she was exhausted, she wasn’t showing it. She was talking and laughing and exchanging high-fives with the boys and I was just relieved that she was safe.
“She’s a good girl,” I heard Axel’s voice behind me. I turned to look at him and then nodded my head.
“I had no idea who she was when I met her,” I said to him and he nodded his head and smiled.
“Yeah, we never really mixed with the Dragon Knights, but I’m sure Nicholas and Adam would have both been pleased to see their children together, looking out for each other,” Axel said, and hearing my father’s name was another reminder of my life. And how different it would be, now that I had Brooklyn in it.
“I hope you can forget about what happened in Afghanistan, son. You need to move on from that,” Axel said and we looked at each other, and I thought I saw concern in the older man’s eyes.
“I’m beginning to. I want to thank you for your support, Axel,” I said and held out a hand to him.
“You are an Alton and an important member of the Bad Disciples; of course, you have my support. And you have my blessing to be with Brooklyn Jenson,” he said and then shook my hand. I smiled at him, before turning and walking up to my group.
I noticed the way Brooklyn’s eyes lit up when she saw me, and I pushed past Sniper and Hunter to get to her. She wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my chest. The others laughed and cheered.
“I was just telling Brooklyn how she needs to do something about your clothes,” Glock said with a laugh and she looked up at me adoringly.
“And I was telling him how I like what you wear,” she said and the others laughed.
“Glock once tried out for an Abercrombie and Fitch photoshoot,” I said and everyone burst out laughing, punching Glock playfully on his arm.
“That’s a lie. Don’t believe everything this guy tells you,” he said and Brooklyn and I locked eyes. I had a feeling she was going to believe everything I told her. We had built a kind of trust between us which would be very difficult to break.
Now that she was safely back in my arms, I knew that she was out of danger and I could see it in her eyes that she knew it too.
Chapter 25
Brooklyn
7 months later
I woke up to the light streaming in through the lace curtains I had put up in our bedroom. Gunner’s arm was protectively wound around my breasts as he slept beside me. I looked at him sleeping, with his brows relaxed and a peaceful expression on his face. He hadn’t had a nightmare in several months. The PTSD he was suffering from after Afghanistan had slowly but surely started to disappear and I was thankful for that.
He woke up less often in cold sweats now and even when he did, all it took was for us to talk for a few minutes before he could go back to sleep again. I didn’t think that Gunner could ever forgive himself for what had happened to Luke, but he was getting better. He was learning to live with it and accept himself for it. I of course knew that there was no blame. Luke had always taken risks and it had eventually gotten him killed. That was the whole truth and it had never been Gunner’s fault.
I watched him as he slept and a wave of love for him rose up in my chest. I kissed him on his forehead and his eyelids fluttered, and I looked around the room. It never failed to amaze me; the way our lives had changed in the past seven months. When I met him, this apartment was completely bare. Now, it was beginning to look like a home. Our home.
I ran my fingers over the bulge of his biceps, feeling the rough texture of his skin which was covered with tattoos, including a skull wearing a crown. He still had the metal tags on a chain around his neck, a reminder of his military past and I kissed his shoulder again. Gunner blinked his eyes open and when he saw me, he pulled me to himself with a smile. No matter how late he worked, I always woke up with him beside me, in his arms. I couldn’t remember the last time I had experienced this kind of stability in my life, and I was dating a biker!
Gunner kissed me, pulling my mouth into his and every time he kissed me, it felt like it was the only thing he knew how to do. Even though we had both just woken up and were groggy, he overpowered me with the kiss, wrapping his hands around my face, pulling me into him, exploring my mouth with his tongue.
I felt his fingers slide in under the covers, eagerly seeking out my flesh. The white satin night dress I was wearing was no match to his rough desperate touch and I felt his fingers slide up and down my belly. His hands found my butt, which he gently caressed, while his tongue ran over my teeth, sucking in my breath.
When he pulled away, I was already breathing hard. With my lips parted, he ran his fingers down the side of my face till he touched my lips.
“Fuck, that mouth would look great wrapped around my cock,” he said and took in a deep sharp breath. I moaned with delight and my tongue instinctively flicked his salty finger, while he traced the shape of my lips.
I wanted the same thing he did. I wanted his cock in my mouth.
I slid down the bed, under t
he covers while he stroked my tousled hair. My fingers quickly worked on his briefs, pulling them down his muscular rigid thighs. I had wedged myself between his legs and he tightened them around me.
His cock was on display now, and the wetness between my legs was delightful. I looked up at him for a moment, and he looked desperate. Like he couldn’t wait to see what I might do with my mouth. I fluttered my heavy lashes at him and opened my mouth wide, sliding in the tip of his cock into my mouth and then I sucked.
I heard Gunner groan, loudly as I slid my mouth up and down his hard throbbing cock. My eyes watered as he thrust his cock deeper down my throat. I liked to see him like this. Losing control.
Gunner was a hard biker, tattooed and rough and yet in bed with me, while I had my mouth wrapped around his cock, he was helpless. He was completely under my power and I loved it.
I felt him twine his fingers into my hair, tugging at them now as leverage so that he could thrust harder and stronger into my mouth. From his grunts and moans, I could sense that he was close to the edge. He plunged himself deeper into my throat and I hummed, stroking his thighs gently to relax him. My head bobbed up and down on his engorged cock, my throat was struggling to accommodate his length, but there was a tension building up in my belly.
I felt Gunner slam his cock right to the back of my throat and his body spasmed.
“Fuck, Brooklyn, how do you do this to me?” he barked, almost like he was mad at me and he pulled his cock out of my mouth in a sudden rush, to stop himself from spilling so quickly. I knew he was constantly at war with himself for being so weak around me. Even though he loved me desperately, it was difficult for him to admit to himself that he was helpless in his love.
“Come over here!” he commanded and I tried to clear my throat, only to realize that the back of my throat was raw from the way he had just fucked me. Even blowjobs with him were dangerous.
The bedsprings creaked as I shifted up beside him.
“I want to hear it, Brooklyn,” he said, in a sudden threatening voice as he positioned himself beside me.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear.
“Say please,” he said, grabbing me by my waist to position me the way he wanted. I faced the headboards now, on my knees with my butt presented to him.
“Please fuck me Gunner. Please…” I breathed the words huskily, my voice still chafing against my raw throat as I spoke.
He had given me no warning, and I felt three fingers slide into my wet pussy. I gasped as I felt his fingers inside me and I grabbed the walls in front of me for support, my palms outstretched and pressed against it.
Gunner had no intention of being gentle and he made sure I knew it. Three fingers rammed into me repeatedly, with force, while a fourth played with my clit.
“Please fuck me, Gunner…I want your cock in me. I want you to come inside me,” I was screaming now and in the next moment, he had replaced his fingers with his cock. He had wound himself over my back, holding my waist with both hands. He hovered over me, with his knees bent. He was muscular and powerful, a fucking machine while he pounded into me with his cock that was irresistible.
Even though we had been together for seven months now, every time he entered me, it was like it was a new experience.
“Keep begging, my darling, beg for more,” Gunner growled over me and I shivered in ecstasy. I could feel myself being pounded and being dragged to the edge.
“Don’t stop fucking me, Gunner…please don’t stop. I want to come,” I cried, feeling my toes beginning to curl now. The tables had turned. With his cock in my mouth, he was utterly in my control and now he had me pinned down, right where he wanted me and in his grasp.
Gunner drove his cock into me, deep inside, and my clit rubbed against the bedsheets, tingling and sensitive and raw.
“I can’t stop, Brooklyn. You are so fucking hot,” Gunner growled above me and I could feel myself hurling towards the finish line. If I could have my way, we’d do this all day. I didn’t want him to ever stop. Weren’t you supposed to get bored of sleeping with the same guy? Gunner had a way of finding something new to do or say every time. He knew exactly how to set my body on fire.
“I’m going to come!” I screamed, just as my body released. Gunner didn’t stop pumping into me, driving himself to the edge.
“I’m going to make sure you can’t walk straight, when you walk down the aisle today,” he declared, just as he came, bursting into me with fury. I felt him shoot and drain himself, grunting over me as his orgasm began to subside.
Then we were laughing, a kind of delirious joy had overtaken us. He’d mentioned the wedding and I just realized that it was today! We were going to be married today!
I turned on my back, perspiration covering my body, and Gunner fell down on the bed beside me, panting hard. We were still laughing, happy that we’d found each other, grateful for everything that had happened to bring us together. To me, it was like some sort of ridiculously happy fantasy that I was living and Gunner looked satisfied and content as he lay beside me, trying to recover himself.
“How do you bring this out in me, Brooklyn. I can never get enough of you,” he said and pulled me into his arms again. We kissed, tenderly and lovingly this time and we smiled at each other again.
“I can’t wait to be married to you, Gunner,” I said, with my cheeks flushing as he peered into my eyes.
In just a few hours, this man was going to be my husband and I was glad that Luke had met him.
***
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Was it really me? Was this really happening to me? Brooklyn Jenson?
I had spent all my life wondering if I would ever marry for love. I was expected to date and eventually marry a member of the Dragon Knights. Not for love but for duty. So that I could rear a Dragon Knight son, to carry on the Jenson legacy.
Instead, I was marrying a Bad Disciple today, an arch rival…the son of a man who used to be daddy’s best friend but had turned into an enemy. And most importantly, I wasn’t marrying for legacy or loyalty or duty, or for the sole purpose of breeding a Dragon Knight brood. I was marrying for love and to spend my life with a man who I knew I wanted to be with. I couldn’t help but wonder if my mother would have still been around if she had married for love. And not because her father had forced her to marry daddy because he had proven himself to be a suitable Dragon Knights candidate for my mom.
And here I was, all dressed and ready to marry Gunner Alton.
I was in the most gorgeous white dress I could have dreamed for my wedding, with a wedding and a sparkling tiara on my head. The neck was a delicate sweetheart cut, which I’d specially designed because I knew how much Gunner liked to see my cleavage on display!
Axel and the boys had gifted me a blindingly bright diamond necklace as a wedding present, which I was thoroughly impressed with. It lay around my neck now and I smiled at it. My hair was done up, my makeup was taken care of, and I was ready. My green eyes sparkled in my reflection, and even though I was nervous and it was the most important day of my life, I couldn’t wait to get started!
I heard a knock on the dressing room door and I knew it was time. Gunner and I had picked the music and it started playing outside and I stood up from the ottoman and walked to the door. Axel was waiting for me on the other side, with a bouquet of blushing pink peonies which he handed to me.
He had tried to not smile too wide when I asked him if he would walk me down the aisle and give me away on my wedding day. He was the closest person to having a father and in the past seven months, he had proven to be just as good as one. I was slowly beginning to miss daddy and Luke less and less each day. Gunner’s friends were my brothers and Axel was like a father to me and I was grateful for their presence in my life.
Axel gave me his arm and we smiled at each other. I took the bouquet from him and looked up to find everyone seated. They stood up in unison as Axel led me down and my eyes was riveted on the man sta
nding at the end of the aisle.
Gunner was in a sharp navy tuxedo with a matching bow tie. The colors blended with his blue eyes and his hair was the usual, blond and military cut and he was freshly shaven. He was staring at me intently, like he had never seen me before and I blushed deeply.
He had a half smile on his face and I couldn’t help but feel lucky that I had met this man. Glock, Tank, Sniper and Hunter stood beside him, beaming at me and visibly excited.
Axel walked me down the aisle, slowly and steadily keeping a firm grip on my arm. I was dizzy with excitement and I couldn’t wait to be married to this man. When we stopped before the boys, Axel gently let my arm go and then reached over to kiss my cheek.
“You look beautiful, Brooklyn. Gunner is lucky to have you,” he said and I wondered if Axel had ever said such words in his life before.
Gunner came forward and offered me his arm, which I took and walked up to the alter in front of the priest. I was itching and desperate to kiss him, but we had to control ourselves till we were officially married and till the priest told us we could kiss. The next time we’d be naked in bed together, I wouldn’t even have my old name…I’d be Brooklyn Alton!
I knew I had tears in my eyes. I wished daddy and Luke were alive to see this. They would have been proud of me. Even though I was surrounded by Bad Disciples…I was in a church full of them! I knew that despite this, they would have been happy that I had made the right decision. That I had chosen to be with a man who I knew would make me happy and would be as fiercely protective of me as they were.
Gunner couldn’t take his eyes off me and I couldn’t look away from him.
When the priest started speaking…it felt like I was drifting off, like something was changing in me…we were going to be bound together for life and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
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