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Gunner's Flame

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by Lynn Burke


  “Fuck,” he growled as he bottomed out against the back of my throat.

  I relaxed and moved closer, allowing him to slide deeper.

  “Goddamn, Shelby.” His hold on my face tightened as he pulled out and slowly sank back in.

  I hummed my appreciation of his salty flavor against my tongue and swallowed around his length when my nose buried against his groin.

  “Fuck.” He pulled out and thrust in deep, and I fought the urge to gag at the forceful intrusion. “Take it all, sweet thing.” He thrust again, bringing stinging tears to my eyes. “Every goddamn inch. Just. Like. That.” He thrust with each word, his cock jamming into my throat.

  Without warning, he yanked me up and spun me around, one arm banded around my chest, the other lifting one of my thighs high. “I’m going to fuck you so goddamn hard.”

  “Yes.” I grabbed hold of his cock and pressed the tip against my pussy.

  With a low growl, he shoved in fully, burying himself against my womb.

  I winced at the sudden invasion, my head tipped back on his shoulder as he plowed into me over and over, his animalistic grunts feeding the flames coursing through me.

  “Need you so fucking much, Shelby,” he whispered harshly against my ear, his teeth latching onto my lobe -- my neck -- my collarbone. “Fucking need you.”

  I pressed my ass against him, trying to arch my back so he could go deeper. Harder. “More. Please.” My fingers found hold in his hair, my other hand snaking down the front of my body.

  “Yeah,” he growled, lifting my thigh higher. “Touch your clit and come around me.”

  He thrust deep as I slid my fingers over my throbbing clit, pulling a gasp from my panting lips. “Do you need to come, Shelby?”

  “God, yes,” I managed, my eyes clenched shut against the rising tide within me.

  “Squeeze me with that needy pussy, yeah, just like that.”

  The slap of our skin, the low grunts and hot breath against my back and neck took me higher -- higher -- as I rubbed my swollen clit.

  “Pinch yourself, baby.”

  I obeyed, and my climax slammed into me, stealing my breath and bowing my back.

  “Fucking come, baby. Yes. Milk every goddamn drop from me.”

  My pussy throbbed, pulling on his cock, trying to take him deeper as my mind shattered to fragments of euphoric release.

  Gunner buried his face in my neck, and heat erupted against my womb as his cock jerked inside me. “God. Damn.” Every sporadic thrust created more heat, more pulsing in my pussy, and I came a second time, crying out his name as he filled me with his cum.

  We both panted for breath as our bodies stilled, the water beating against our sides.

  A shudder rippled through me as Gunner pulled out and gathered me against his chest again. I turned my face from the water and closed my eyes, my ear filled with the thump of his heart, my hands mapping the contours of his back.

  My mind quieted even though my emotions swam through weightless clouds with feelings of belonging and contentment. Gunner had given me safety, the sense of family I’d so recently lost.

  Silent tears slipped down my cheeks, ones of happiness in the midst of pure shit.

  The water cooled before either of us moved again.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Gunner

  We didn’t speak, but dried off and buried ourselves in the bed, bodies wrapped tight to each other. Silence, comfortable and fucking divine, settled between us, and I closed my eyes, trying not to relive the previous couple of hours.

  Austin and Bowie had gathered up what was left of Pots and had taken off for the ocean where his body would feed the sharks a late-day snack. Drac and Brewer agreed to take care of righting the shed, leaving me free to return to Shelby.

  I had expected her to demand I tell her what we’d done with her cousin, but she’d welcomed me into her arms without a word, giving me what I’d wanted so goddamn bad but hadn’t even bothered to hope for.

  She’d given herself to me fully, nothing withheld emotionally -- but I was a selfish bastard and wanted more, needed to bury myself in her to keep the guilt and bullshit away.

  Soft and satiny, her skin rubbed against mine, her breath warm against my chest.

  One hand in her hair, the other on the dip of her waist, I closed my eyes and breathed in the lingering herbal scent of her shampoo. Before I could slide my hand between her thighs, she shifted.

  “It’s not your fault,” she whispered, sprawling her hand over the center of my chest. “None of it.”

  “Shelby --”

  “No.” She propped up on her elbow to peer down at me, her mass of hair a riot of waves and silk. “I can see the guilt eating at you in your eyes, and I hate it -- it hurts my heart.”

  Empathy and the same emotion I felt, something I’d never hoped to find, swirled in her eyes, soothing an ache I’d tried to push down for years.

  “We all make our own decisions, good or bad,” she continued, her hand warm over my heart. “Your SEAL team chose to join knowing where they might go, how their lives might end. It was their sacrifice, their decision, not yours.”

  I swallowed my need to argue even though she spoke truth. “And your cousin?” I whispered, needing to hear her thoughts on my having done away with her last relative.

  “He was sick even as a child,” Shelby reminded me with a sad smile. “That piglet was the worst I’d seen, but I heard our mothers talking a few times. He should have been institutionalized or been sent to a psychologist at the very least. I don’t know how he ever passed the SEAL psych evals.” She slid her hand up my chest, over my neck, to cup my cheek, her palm soft and gentle against the scruff along my jaw. “You’re a good man, Mitch.”

  I huffed a snort. “You said that once before.”

  “And I meant it. You’re empathetic, caring, protective -- and you’re a damn good leader.”

  Her smile, her words of edification, and the honesty in her eyes filled me in a way I’d only dreamed of.

  “How did I get so lucky?” I asked, spearing my hand through her hair to hold her nape.

  “My cousin.” Her whispered answer sent a pang through my chest. “I wouldn’t change anything this week other than the loss of innocent lives, Gunner. That was Pauley’s doing, but it also brought us together. I’m choosing to see the good in this situation and accept what happened for our sakes.”

  Our sakes.

  I’d been buried inside her body less than an hour earlier, but fuck if I couldn’t help my body’s reaction to her, the selfishness rising inside me again at the knowledge we had a future ahead of us.

  “You’re mine,” I whispered, sliding my hand down over her round ass cheek.

  “Yes,” she didn’t hesitate to reply, shivering as I pulled her thigh over mine. She shifted her leg higher as I reached between her legs.

  “Every inch.” I glided my fingers of her petal-soft lower lips and dipped a fingertip into her pussy.

  She moaned and pressed against me, but I slid my finger back out, trailing the wetness up over her puckered hole. Another shudder pebbled her skin as I rimmed her ass, lightly pressing -- but not enough to breach her ring of muscle.

  “Every inch,” I whispered again, my lips brushing her ear as she panted.

  “Yes.” Shelby shifted her hips back in invitation, and I slid my finger into her ass. “Oh.” She groaned as I twisted my finger inside her, pushing a little deeper.

  “I’m going to claim this hole, too,” I said, my cock throbbing with need to bury inside her ass. “Blow my load deep inside you and watch it leak out.”

  She shuddered in my arms. “Take it, Gunner. Take it all.”

  I rolled away, yanked open the bed stand drawer, and pulled out a packet of lube.

  Shelby turned onto her back, her gaze locked on my face as I tore the packet open with my teeth and readied my jutting cock to shove into her ass.

  “Have you done this before?” I asked, dribbling the rest of the lube o
nto my fingers.

  Lower lip between her teeth, she nodded her head up and down once.

  While I would have liked taking that first from her, the patience I would have needed to ready her for my cock didn’t exist. The love she’d shown me through her words and her touch filled me to the point of bursting, and I had to have her.

  “Hold your knees, sweet thing.”

  Shelby slid her hands up the backs of her thighs and spread wide, holding herself open.

  Puffy, slickened pussy, pink and glistening -- I wanted a taste, but I wanted her ass more.

  I smeared the lube across her puckered hole, slowly working two fingers in deep.

  She groaned, eyes closing and head tipping back.

  “Feel good, baby?”

  “God, yes.”

  I pulled my fingers out, wiped them on the sheet, and pressed the tip of my dick against her puckered hole. “Look at me.”

  She obeyed, lower lip once more between her teeth.

  Holding her gaze, I flexed my ass and pressed forward until breaching her ring. “Fuck.” I clenched my jaw against the need to blow and rested my hands on the mattress beside her arms. Nudging my cock deeper pulled groans from both of us. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

  I pulled out to the head and sank back in, gaining another inch.

  Shelby peered up at me, pupils dominating the blue of her eyes. “I can handle it all, Gunner. Give me every inch of your cock.”

  A low groan rumbled in my chest, and I pulled back a bit before giving into the need to thrust.

  She gasped, her back arching as my balls rested against her. “Oh, God! Oh, God!”

  Growling, I backed off and slammed back in. Her tight ass squeezed me, coaxing my balls to tingle with the need to explode.

  “More… please,” Shelby whined, glazed stare latching onto my face again.

  “Goddamn, Shelby.” I handed it all over -- my heart, my head, my swollen cock -- jamming into her over and over again until sweat coated my skin, our groans and grunts meeting in the air between us. My balls seized, and I buried deep, dropping to capture her mouth, needing to taste her breath, breathe her into my lungs, have her fill me up as I did her.

  Cum erupted from my dick, and I ground my hips, thrusting with every spurt until my head hung and I heaved for breath.

  She hadn’t come.

  I sat back on my haunches and pulled out, watching my cum drip from her hole. “You’re mine.” Shoving two fingers into her dripping pussy, I glanced up.

  Back arched, lower lip sucked between her teeth, she rode my hand, pale eyelashes fluttering shut. I loved her so goddamn much, I would offer her my life, my body, my fucking soul.

  “Tell me what you want, Shelby, tell me, and I’ll give you the fucking world.”

  “Come.” She gasped as I rubbed my thumb over her clit. “Need to come.”

  Groaning, I sprawled out between her spread thighs and worked her pussy with my fingers. The second I closed my mouth over her hardened nub, she bowed off the bed, a rush of wetness coating my hand to drip onto the bed.

  “Oh, God!” She gasped, her pussy clenching on my fingers. I shoved two from my other hand into her ass. “Gunner!” Her body convulsed, writhing as I fucked both her holes, drawing out her climax until she slumped, gasping.

  One last, long lick up through her pussy, and I kissed the inside of her thigh while wiping my fingers on the sheet. “Delicious,” I murmured, licking and kissing my way up over her pubic mound, across her smooth stomach, to the mounds of her breasts.

  “I’ll never get enough of you, Shelby.”

  “Mmm.” She ran her fingers through my hair as I licked around her nipple.

  “I’ll never let you go, either.”

  “Good.”

  I gathered her breasts into my hands and closed my mouth over both hardened nubs. Flicks and nibbles shifted her beneath me again, but I sprawled onto my back, pulling her tight against me.

  “Okay?” I asked, smoothing my hand down her damp back.

  “Better than okay.”

  I held my silence, waiting for Shelby to speak her mind or ask what she needed to, that final piece of truth I hoped like hell wouldn’t change things between us.

  “Pauley?” she finally whispered, and I closed my eyes.

  “He won’t be a problem anymore,” I said, my fingertips still trailing up and down her spine even though my body tensed.

  She sighed, melting against me. “I don’t ever want to know the details.”

  A rush of relief sank me into the mattress, and I expelled a heavy breath. “Okay.” Thankful for her silence, I allowed the exhaustion of the whole goddamn week to tug me under.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Shelby

  I woke to a sticky mess between my thighs, but couldn’t move.

  Gunner had rolled us in his sleep, and his leg sprawled over my lower half, his arm across my chest. Light snores sounded in my ear, and a smile coaxed my lips up. Used hard and put to bed wet -- I’d never enjoyed such a thing in my entire life -- and I looked forward to a hell of a lot more in the coming years.

  Too soon, too damn fast, but too fucking bad. Gunner was it for me, of that I had no doubt.

  He might have killed my cousin with his own hands, he might have ordered another to do it, but I found no remorse inside me over the outcome.

  Pauley had deserved no less for what he’d done, what he’d planned to do.

  Gunner stirred, emitting a heavy exhale in my ear. I bit back my giggle, but couldn’t help from flinching as shivers pebbled my skin. He slid his arm off my chest, his palm lingering on one breast. “So soft,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose in my neck. “Can I fuck these tits?”

  I laughed, but his cock swelled against my thigh. “You’re insatiable.”

  “Mmm.” He licked over my collarbone. “For you, yes.”

  “Well, I’m already a cum-covered mess between my thighs,” I said, still smiling. “Might as well mark up the rest of me before I get showered.”

  “That’s my good girl.”

  My heart swelled as he climbed atop me, hair mussed and eyes squinty and sleepy.

  I pushed my breasts together, creating a plump swell for him to fuck. “What else can I do for you?” I asked, not bothering to bite back my smirk.

  He narrowed his gaze, his dark eyes twinkling as he worked his length from head to root in languid moves. “I have a few things in mind.”

  My smile faded as lust flared in his eyes, erasing the playful twinkle, and my body responded, growing warm. And wet. “Care to elaborate?”

  “Later.” He pushed his cock up through my breasts and groaned.

  “Like that, do you?”

  “You have no fucking idea.” Pre-cum oozed from his tip, and he fucked my tits, every slow roll of his hips bringing the head of his cock close enough to my lips, I lapped at the swollen head, tasting his saltiness.

  “You are hot as fuck,” he murmured, resting his palms against the headboard. “Dreamed about doing this since I first laid eyes on you.”

  “Lust at first sight?”

  “Fuck, yes, but it’s so much more than that.” A swarm of emotion poured from his eyes as he stared down at me, stinging my eyes and clogging my throat.

  A steady thrust slid the head of his cock past my lips, and I sucked the mushroom head hard enough his jaw clenched and chest rumbled with a growl.

  “I want you to come all over my face,” I murmured as he pulled back, lost in the darkness of his eyes, the need rising between us.

  “Naughty girl.”

  He planked over me and gave me what I wanted, hot jets spurting over my lips, my cheeks, into my hair. I licked every drop I could reach, and when he slid down my body to feast on my dripping pussy, I cried out his name, so far gone, so far in love, that I wondered how my heart didn’t explode.

  * * *

  Three days later, I clutched Gunner’s hand while walking into the Devil’s Strip Club. Music thumped and strobe li
ghts flashed, the scent of cologne, booze, and sex hung thick in the air.

  “Darling!” Gunner shouted, getting the bartender’s attention, and held up two fingers.

  The younger Outlaw grinned and nodded, scurrying to keep up with the crowd.

  I’d met the younger Outlaw the day before at his tattoo shop where I had Property of Gunner inked in an arch above the flaming red curls above my pussy. My first tattoo, one of what I expected would be many since I’d loved the sting of the needle and the permanence of ownership stamped on my skin. Gunner owned every inch, but he agreed I ought to get whatever I wanted if I thought up images or words that held deep meaning, and I had every intention of doing so.

  A flash of red hair caught my attention.

  Two smaller platforms -- personal dance stages -- held two young women, one blonde, and one redhead, shimmying and shaking their goods inches away from salivating men. A flare of jealousy ran through me as I took in the second woman’s petite height and lush curves, the cherry red of her bare nipples, the scrap of satin hiding her pussy.

  I stood a good six inches taller than her and couldn’t shake that way to save my life. A sense of complete un-sexiness swarmed over me. A few glances out of the corner of my eye while waiting for our drinks eased the nasty green giant -- Gunner didn’t spare the woman a second glance.

  The main stage sat empty, and he made his way toward it, shooing a couple men from stage-side seating.

  I sat in the chair he indicated, trying not to giggle when I realized other than the dancing women, I was the only female in attendance. I’d never been in a strip club before, but seeing as how Gunner had officially declared me his old lady in front of the compound’s club the night before, it was expected I be seen out with him. Besides, I really wanted to see Angel dance.

  She’d let out a girlish squeal the night before, all giddy with excitement when Gunner officially claimed me. While she was at least ten years younger than me and nothing about our backgrounds were similar, we’d hit it off, and she’d begged me to come watch her dance.

  Bowie sat on Gunner’s other side, his gaze roaming the crowd along the stage’s edge, tension lifting his shoulders, and I couldn’t help but smirk. How the man could stand seeing his woman strip down to next to nothing hiding her goods from ogling men, I didn’t know. When I’d told Gunner Angel suggested I dance, he’d growled I would do no such thing. He’d grabbed my ass and my left boob, saying he was the only man allowed to see my skin.

 

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