Glock (The Bad Disciples MC Book 4)

by Savannah Rylan

  “You look beautiful,” were his first words and he stood up and held my chair out for me and I sat down. When he sat beside me, I could see him looking at me again. At my face, down to my breasts and then down to my bare legs under the leather skirt. I felt naked under his burning gaze, but I wanted him to keep looking.

  “What are you drinking tonight?” he asked and held up a hand for one of the bartenders to come running to us.

  “A gin and tonic, please,” I told the guy and he rushed off to get me one and Gunner’s gaze fell on me again.

  “You strong armed me into coming tonight,” I said to him, feeling my cheeks flush while he stared at me. He had that twinkle in his eye and a half-grin on his face, like he always got what he wanted and that was making me nervous.

  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he said, just as the guy placed my drink in front of me and I took a sip. He was watching my every move, the way my lips touched the glass, the way I had my hands clasped on my lap, how I had my ankles crossed under the chair…it was like he was trying to figure me out.

  “So, what do you do, Gunner?” I found the courage to ask and he took a deep swig of his beer.

  “I was in the military,” he said and looked past me and I saw that faraway look in his eyes which made my heart stand still. It was clear that he didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

  “My brother is in the army too,” I found myself saying, even though that was a lie. Luke wasn’t in the army anymore. He was dead. Gunner looked back at me briefly and threw me a weak smile, before drinking his beer again.

  “I used to think it was something to be proud of,” he said and I saw how he clenched his jaw, like he was furious about something. Instinctually, I reached for his hand and he let me hold it for a moment.

  “I know how it affects people and families,” I said and Gunner gently, but surely, pulled his hand away from me. Then he took another swig of his beer.

  “What is a girl like you doing working at a place like Pj’s anyway?” he asked, changing the subject quickly and I gathered myself again.

  “I don’t know what you mean by that, but it’s the only kind of job I could find,” I said, not mentioning it was also the only kind of job I was allowed to have. Getting a regular office job, leaving the neighborhood or the city…was completely out of the question. The Dragon Knights would never allow that to happen.

  Gunner narrowed his eyes at me, like he couldn’t believe what I was saying.

  “Is this what you really want to do?” he asked and I shook my head.

  “Of course not. Once upon a time, I wanted to be an artist…” I said and laughed nervously, even though he wasn’t laughing. “But painting is a hobby is what I’d always been told. It doesn’t pay the bills,” I added and he was still staring at me with those squinting blue eyes. Gunner sat back in his chair and drank some more of his beer, before he spoke again.

  “Whoever’s been telling you that is lying. Turning your hobby into your livelihood is what will bring you happiness,” he said and I couldn’t even believe he carried those thoughts in his head. He just didn’t seem that kind of a guy.

  ***

  We’d spent at least three hours in Temple Bar, before we left the place and walked together towards an old muscle car that was parked at the back of the bar. Even though I had spent that much time alone with Gunner, it felt like there was still so little I actually knew about him. I knew he liked to drink, I knew his father was dead and that he was in the military. Other than that, he had revealed nothing personal about himself. He tended to turn to jokes or ask me questions, every time we hit a topic which he was uncomfortable with.

  I’d had a couple of drinks by now and I walked beside him as we headed towards his old car.

  “Where are we going?” I asked him, stopping in my tracks suddenly and Gunner stopped too and turned to look at me.

  “We don’t have to go anywhere, Brooklyn,” he said and walked up closer to me. I was looking at him, my eyes pooling with desire. All these hours spent together at the bar was only a build up to what was actually going to happen. What we both knew was going to happen. That was what we were here for in the first place weren’t we?

  “Okay,” I said and I brushed past him and opened the driver’s side of the door and looked at him over my shoulder. He was standing where I left him and I could see that he was staring at my ass.

  “Brooklyn, you should know that this was not why I asked you out tonight,” Gunner said and I saw the way his eyes glazed over.

  I didn’t reply to him and instead bent down on the bench seat of the old car, placing the palms of my hands on it so that my ass stuck up in the air.

  “Fuck. Woman.” I heard him grunt under his breath as he came charging towards me. I bit down on my lip as he grabbed my ass, squeezing and touching it as he stretched himself over me. His hands found my breasts and he squeezed them. Tight enough for me to wince and his thumbs found my nipples through the material of my blouse and he stroked them into an erect position.

  I could feel my core starting to ache for him again. His cock throbbed against my butt and I arched myself further, pressing into him. I was desperate for him. My body was going mad to have him inside me, to feel the length of his cock pushing into my folds.

  Gunner was pressed to my back and I could feel his breath falling hotly on my ear. He hurriedly pulled my skirt up my thighs and his fingers hooked on the elastic of my lace panties. He rolled it down quickly so that it fell in a pool around my ankles.

  “You’re making it very hard for me to behave myself” I heard him grumble through gritted teeth and I bit down on my lip. I knew I asked for this. I knew it was my fault…but it was no punishment. This was exactly what I wanted.

  His hands fumbled as he clutched my ass and within seconds, he was inside me. His cock had pushed into my slippery wetness and I moaned loudly from the thrust. The car creaked and bounced and Gunner pushed into me again. With every thrust he grunted and I moaned. This was what I wanted to feel. It was why I had accepted his invitation. This animal need to have him inside me was driving me to madness.

  Gunner grunted deeply as he pumped into me, holding my butt-cheeks tightly together in his hands to make my slit even smaller. So that I could feel every inch of his cock, being forcefully thrust into me, and I yelped with every pump.

  I heard the slap of his hand on my ass before I even felt it and I cried out and stuck my ass out towards him for another one. Gunner obliged, slapping the other cheek with a crack and I felt the pinching sharp sting again. My juices were flowing out of me, his cock was deep inside, pumping faster and faster.

  The car creaked and bounced and our breathing mingled. His grunts were drowned by my moans and neither of us seemed to care who could hear us. All we wanted was to keep doing this forever.

  When I came, I screamed out his name and fell forward on to the seat. Gunner stretched himself over my back, pumping into me as he released himself as well. We were coming together and I found myself laughing from the pleasure of it. My body quaked in his arms as he held me tightly. His arms were wound over my breasts, keeping me closely pressed to himself as our orgasms rose and fell.

  When he began to slide out of me, I wanted to scream out and beg him to stay. My inner thighs throbbed. I could still feel him between my legs where his cock had plowed into me and I turned and sat down on the edge of the car seat. Gunner was zipping up his jeans and buckling up.

  Once he was done, he crouched down on the ground and slid my panties up from my ankles and up my thighs, till it was settled on my hips and I looked up at him.

  “Good as new,” he said, with that half smile on his face. I watched as he reached for my face and his fingers lingered on my lips. When he brought his fingers away, I saw the drops of blood.

  “You bit yourself,” he said and I was suddenly not embarrassed anymore. I knew he knew exactly how much I’d enjoyed myself. I’d initiated it tonight.

  “Are yo
u tired?” he asked as I stared at him. How strong and muscular he was as he loomed over me.

  “No. I want to go home with you,” I said, and I was afraid that he’d be able to hear my heart beating in my chest. I didn’t think I’d ever said those words to anyone before. I had never dared to be this bold with anyone else. Somehow, with Gunner, I didn’t have to be apologetic about what I wanted.

  He stared at me for a few moments and then nodded his head.

  “You’ll have to scoot over young lady, because there’s no way I’m going to let you drive this beast,” he said and I bit down on my lip, trying to suppress a smile and I tasted the sharp metallic taste of blood.

  Within minutes, I had moved to the passenger side of the seats and Gunner was driving beside me. The wind was in my hair, I was smiling and I’d forgotten everything I was worried about just a few hours before.

  Chapter 7

  Gunner

  My eyes flew open and I blinked as I stared up at the ceiling. I knew I had been sleeping, but I was just beginning to realize that I hadn’t had my nightmares at all. When I tried to move, I realized that Brooklyn was on one of my outstretched arms.

  We were on my bed, her bare body covered by a white satin sheet as she lay curled up on my arm. Our bodies were molded together and I watched her sleeping peacefully. She slept with a faint smile on her face and I had to do everything I could to not reach out and kiss her.

  It had been a long night and the sun was just beginning to rise. As the light streamed into the room, I stared at Brooklyn some more, watching her as she dreamt of something that was making her smile. Could she be thinking about me?

  Her breasts rose and fell with every intake of breath and slowly, I lifted the sheet to look at her body. Brooklyn was curvaceous, beautiful and the kind of woman who constantly left me wanting more. Her eyelids fluttered but she didn’t wake up.

  How long had it been that I’d slept a full night without waking up in cold sweats? When was the last time I’d been able to sleep without seeing Jenson’s smiling face, seconds before the land mine exploded? What was Brooklyn doing to me?

  I touched her bare shoulder, feeling the milky smoothness of her pale skin. There was a light dusting of freckles on her collarbones and I tried to count them. Anything to make myself not wake her up.

  “Fuck this,” I said annoyed when I realized that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her for long. I moved, hovering over her and I pushed her on her back and yanked the bed-sheet away from her.

  She moaned lightly and her eyelids fluttered as I drank in the sight of her voluptuous naked body. I bent down and kissed the top of her breasts and she moaned again as I started sliding down. Keeping my hands firmly plonked on either side of her, I glided my tongue down the length of her body till I found the sweet musky spot between her legs.

  Brooklyn was awake and she was staring at me with her lips parted. I knew she was about to say something, but I reached out and placed a finger on her lips to shush her. What I wasn’t expecting her to do was to part her lips, so that my finger unconsciously slipped into her mouth. She was sucking on my forefinger, and I could feel the juicy fleshy texture of her tongue and I imagined how that tongue…how that mouth might feel around my cock. My cock sprang up into position. Like a soldier reporting for duty.

  I slipped my finger out of her mouth and took my time with her body, dipping down to her breasts, teasing her. She offered her neck to me, stretching it out and I kissed that salty skin of hers. There were goosebumps on her flesh now and I knew she was ready for me.

  My fingers found her inner thighs, parting the folds smoothly. With my other hand, I was running my finger down the length of the slit…rubbing her clit and then down till I was just about feeling her ass. She was wet, sticky, and dripping. I hadn’t expected her to be ready so soon, but I could see the invitation in her eyes. She wanted me inside her and I was all too happy to oblige.

  I breathed in her beautiful scent, knowing that this smell of hers would linger in my apartment long after she had left it. My fingers kept rubbing, feeling the throbbing clit calling out to me. She moaned and moved her hips. I knew she wanted it, but I didn’t want to give it to her yet. What was the point of having her in my apartment, if I couldn't take my time with her? Lengthen the experience for as long as possible?

  I pulled myself up, and found her lips again. Her mouth was parted and ready for me when I found her and my tongue dove into her. She tasted sweet and sour, of the morning, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Everything about Brooklyn was new and not like anything I’d experienced before. Banging the same kind of woman had become a routine for me, and here she was, offering me her uniqueness and I couldn’t control myself.

  When I pulled away from her, my mouth directly sought out her earlobe, which I sucked and pulled on and I could feel her digging her nails into my back. She was scratching me as I teased her and that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be able to see the scars she left behind.

  My chest was rubbing against her breasts and I could feel her pebbled nipples, predicting how sensitive they would have become by now. I took them into my hands again and kneaded her breasts, like I was a potter and she was my clay. If she was in pain at all, she wasn’t showing it. Her face was stretched in a rhapsodies smile. She was feeling exactly the way I was feeling too.

  Placing my hands on her waist, I pulled her up and our lips met in a burning sizzle. My hands sought out her hair and I grabbed the back of her head in a tight bunch and pulled her away from me.

  My hands were stroking her clit now, as I arched her neck back. She had her lips parted, her breathing was rushed as I looked at her face. She had just woken up but she wanted me already. Her breasts hung in front of me, large and juicy and I rubbed her clit roughly to watch her wince and moan.

  I went even lower, till one of her pale pink nipples was in my mouth and I lapped at the tip with my tongue. I could feel her quivering against me and she started to move her hips, to mirror the motion of my mouth on her nipples.

  “Gunner…” I heard her say my name and I tightened my grip on her silky brown curls.

  With my mouth still on one nipple, my fingers found her other one…I didn’t want it to feel lonely by itself. I didn’t just caress this one, I teased it with my fingers, pinching it gently so that she winced and then smiled. I bit down on the other and pinched the nipple even harder. Brooklyn moaned again, enjoying the pain and pleasure I was causing her.

  I pushed her gently so that she landed back on the mattress. I had never been interested in the missionary position before, but with Brooklyn it was different. I wanted to watch her as she took me in. I wanted to see the look in her eyes as my thick cock slid into her.

  “Please…” Brooklyn whispered and I knew what she was trying to say. She wanted me to be inside her. I wanted the same thing. I wanted her tight wet body to be around my throbbing cock.

  Brooklyn made a grab for the pillows behind her, just in time as I slid myself in.

  She was smooth and tight as I rode her. Her body fit me perfectly and I eased myself into her. I wanted to take it slow at first, to explore her even more and I made my way deeper and deeper into her. She felt small around my cock and I pulled up her legs, crossing them at her ankles behind me. I wanted her to feel every friction, every move as I rocked into her.

  She moved her hips, arching her back to rise herself up. She wanted me to know just how much she was enjoying this. It wasn’t going to be very long before I unleashed myself into her. I plowed and thrust and then I felt the wetness of her splash down.

  “Good girl,” I said, encouragingly to her and she cried out my name again.

  I rocked into her faster, deeper and I could feel the mattress shaking under us. I could feel the ball of firing rolling around inside me and I made her tangle her legs around my waist. I needed to hold on to something, and I found her waist and I gripped it tightly.

  Brooklyn seemed motionless as I took over her body. She
arched her back and tried to move her hips, but I was holding her in position. She was coming. I could feel her body shivering, the look in her eyes as she came for me and I wanted to feel the release as well.

  It hit me, and I let my wild need for Brooklyn take over. I didn’t slow down, and my hips jerked as I pumped into her furiously, emptying myself, draining my burning heat into her.

  When I was done, I rolled over on top of her and we were both smiling at each other.

  “Good morning,” she said in a pleased happy voice and I kissed the tip of her nose.

  “A very good morning to you too,” I said and she licked her lips. I could feel the mingling of our sweat together. The sheets were lying tangled up around us, but I didn’t want to get up or start the day. I wanted to lie in bed all day, have her in my arms, watch her naked body as she slept.

  “I have to go home and get ready for work,” Brooklyn said and I released my grip on her. She threw back a look at me, to smile as she stood up, hauling the bedsheets with her. She was clutching them tightly to her breasts, suddenly shy, despite the things we had done just minutes ago.

  Her ass was bare and I watched it as she walked around my room, picking clothes off the floor.

  “Brooklyn,” I said her name and she turned to look at me. “Let’s go out on a proper date tonight,” I said.

  Her green eyes widened, she had a look on her face that said that she was trying to make a quick decision.

  “A proper date?” she asked and I smiled.

  “A real one,” I replied.

  “Like maybe we can get to know each other a little?” she asked and placed her hands on her hips. The bedsheets fell away from her body and I saw her, in all her naked glory again and in that moment, I would have agreed to anything.

  “Yes,” I said and she smiled and it spread straight to her eyes.

  ***

  Brooklyn hadn’t been gone for fifteen minutes before my phone was beeping. I had been lying on my mattress, feeling refreshed after the night’s sleep I had. It was when I looked at my phone, that I realized I had been smiling this whole time.