Gunner (Devil's Tears MC Book 1)

by Daniela Jackson

  “Come on,” Mike says. “Let’s sit.”

  “I should take Sol out of here as soon as possible,” I say.

  “Eat something at least,” Mike says.

  Sol

  Right. Every woman except Daisy hates me here. The men make me indecent propositions on a daily basis. I feel like a prisoner here and Mike’s son wanted to risk a broken nose and broken limbs to get rid of me. How chivalrous of him.

  Rebel is handsome and tempting, but I’m not interested. He is not interested even more. There is that girl, Star, looking like a little elf with white long hair. Rebel is mad about her, but only Mike and I know about this.

  I guess, Gunner is my lucky win today.

  I throw my clothes into the bag as Daisy packs some food for us into plastic containers.

  “What a mess,” Daisy says.

  “Maybe it’s for the better.”

  “No, It’s just that—“

  I stroke her arm. “I’ll visit you soon.”

  “You’d better.”

  We hug and I hear the engine of Mike’s truck working outside of the house then a few bangs follow. The boys must be loading Gunner’s bike onto the flatbed.

  Daisy takes the bag from my hand and goes first as I fix my eyes onto Amber sleeping in the travelling cot. Mike is a wonderful father, which is kind of surprising, because he hated all the kids in our family. Amber is his princess and Daisy is his queen. Like Mom and Dad. I guess, we are like real wolves sometimes.

  Mike belongs in the Devil’s Tears, but he has a wolf’s heart. He’ll always have a wolf’s heart. Daisy is the same. But they are fine here, like trees transplanted into nutritious soil.

  I sigh and leave the house. Mike abducts me into his embrace then Daisy hugs me again. Gunner glares at me and shoves me into the passenger seat of the truck. I catch Rebel’s glance full of pity then my eyes meet Gunner’s as he settles himself behind the steering wheel.

  “So,” I ask. “Are you going to brand me now or something?”

  “Shut up, Sol.” He starts the engine and turns his face to me. “You’re a biker’s daughter. You know this world and its rules.”

  “We’re more, I don’t know, more civilised.”

  “Really?” His voice is heavy with sarcasm. “Since when? We’re all the same. You just have that blue blood from Stanka, that’s all.”

  I have the impression that mentioning my origins pisses him off. Not for the first time. He’s always been very sarcastic about my roots. His ancestors built the United States, fought for its freedom. Stanka, Boulder’s mother, originated from the European aristocracy. She married a Scottish gangster who was illiterate. What a fucking mésalliance.

  The truck pulls forward.

  “I saw those women in the clubhouse,” I start, trying to explain myself.

  “You went to the clubhouse?” There is fury in his voice. “You’re fucking irresponsible.”

  “I was curious. All the girls in our family live like hermits.”

  “There is a reason for that.”

  “I wanted to see it with my own eyes.” A flutter goes through my chest. “Those girls were sucking them off in public. They fuck in public, Gunner. Bent over the billiard table.”

  That memory both repulses and excites me. Heat rushes to my cheeks.

  Gunner changes gears. “So, you went sightseeing and one of the club members asked you to suck him off, right?”

  “Well—“

  “Sol, you’re not stupid. You know everything about our live you should know.”

  “Fucking hell. You’re talking like my dad.”

  We move along a bumpy road, a wall of trees on one side and the concrete wall of the compound on the other.

  “Did you like it there?” Gunner asks.

  “What?”

  “The clubhouse—the stage with the pole, the strippers gyrating around it, the club whores, the filth in every corner.”

  “You were inside?”

  He doesn’t answer.

  Of course, he was inside. Of course, one of those women sucked him off or even bent over the table and offered him her cunt and ass.

  I feel like there is a burning wound in my chest, and I hate him like never before. This burning grows in strength, rises up to my throat and strangles me.

  “Sol, baby—“

  “Fuck off, Gunner. I’m tired.”

  “Get some sleep then.”

  I don’t hesitate. I am exhausted by the lack of sleep. My pregnant belly is pressing against my bladder and I have to go to the toilet even five times during the night. It’s difficult for me to find a comfortable position in bed and my back will sometimes ache.

  “I just turned eighteen,” Gunner says gently. “And you were with Shay. Every man likes an easy pussy when they have no commitments.”

  “What if there are commitments, Gunner? What if you had three sick kids at home, a sick wife who looked like shit and didn’t want to fuck and you hadn’t slept for a week. I’ll tell you what. An easy pussy would be like a piece of heaven.”

  “Sol—“

  “I’m tired,” I growl.

  “You want to argue, you know.”

  “You want to argue.” My voice rises with every word.

  “Sleep.” He turns his face to me and shoots me a piercing glance. “And shut up.”

  I show him my middle finger and rest my head against the seat to have a nap. The truck sways, lulling me to sleep. Gunner wakes me when it’s dark. I open my eyes and see that the truck is parked in front of a motel. An electric blue sign pulsates with the name ‘Galaxy Motel’. We have a meal in the café on the ground floor then we go to our room.

  “You should have taken two separate rooms,” I say and cross my arms over my chest, standing in the middle of the room under a green modern lamp that hangs from the white ceiling.

  My eyes roam over the double bed in front of me. It’s covered with a navy bedspread.

  “Shut up, Sol. I need silence, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  I feel I shouldn’t piss him off, so, for once, I decide to be an obedient girl.

  Gunner puts my bag on the bed and drops into the armchair by the window adorned with a blue and green curtain.

  “How is your nose?” I ask as a sense of guilt wafts through me.

  “Fine.”

  Anxiety fills my veins. “I’ll have a shower.”

  “Sure.” There is a dry crack in his voice like he’s very tired.

  An urge surges through me. I want to comfort him.

  I pull back and forth then I bite my lower lip. My insides start burning as the images from inside of the Devil’s Tears’ clubhouse flash through my head. Jealousy eats me like a parasite. I want to kill this unpleasant feeling, but it only grows in strength.

  “You want a shower with me?” I ask instead as my heart thumps in my ears and my hands tremble.

  Gunner jumps on his feet and leaps to me. Then his lips slam on mine. Heat rushes through my veins. Euphoria fills my head. Gunner sinks his fingers into my hair and kisses me greedily like it’s our first and last kiss. Like he wants to shake his whole anger off with one kiss. He runs his knuckles up and down my cheek, causing me pain. His teeth cause me pain. His tongue violates my mouth, stealing my breath away. For a moment, I’m falling into the consuming power of his passion and dominance. I’m floating in the power of his hunger that is unstoppable like a wave of tsunami. Brutal, scorching, desperate. But, his hand massages my stomach gently and the kiss breaks. My lips tingle, sting, and yearn for his. My body burns for his.

  “Is it safe for the baby?” he rasps.

  “I suggested only a shower.”

  “Okay, a shower is good. Perfect.” He strokes my hair and sweeps a few wisps away from my face.

  “Let’s go then,” I say.

  We move towards the bathroom door and his mouth covers mine again. He kisses me tenderly as his arms encircle my chest.

  We enter the bathroom and Gunner pulls my t-shi
rt over my head then lowers to pull my leggings down. I step out of them and shake off my panties as he rises to his feet and unhooks my bra.

  His eyes burn with primal lust as his hand travels to my breast.

  “Better than your whores’ tits?” I ask.

  “Much better.” He rolls my nipple then pinches it as his other hand travels to my ass.

  Our eyes meet.

  I’m uncertain whether I see the abyss of savagery or the abyss of pure love in his gaze.

  He squeezes my ass cheek then circles my nipples with his thumbs.

  “My belly is ruining everything, huh?” I say. “Your whores didn’t have stretch marks?”

  “Shut up, Sol.”

  Chapter 6

  Gunner

  This is what it’s all about. It’s pissing me off that she’s jealous. I love her. Only her. She’s my first and my last love. No, she’s everything to me and always has been. Her swollen stomach is everything to me. Others? I don’t even remember their faces. They were like a distraction, like a temporary relief from my yearning for that one unique woman I couldn’t have.

  At the same time, I’m happy that Sol can feel something about me. That I’m not the grey shadow in her grey misty world. That I’m not the invisible cook in her kitchen, the forgotten cleaner in her bathroom, the gust of the wind ruffling the perfection of her sadness.

  I turn on the hot water and strip then pull her into the shower cabin.

  “Not too hot for the baby?” I ask.

  “It’s fine.”

  I turn her so her back rests against my chest. My arm crosses over her breasts. The warmth and steam from the water engulf us, separate us from reality. We’re in a timeless bubble. There is only this moment and her naked body pressed against mine. Her face turned to mine, her wide gleaming eyes, her full lips I could kiss for eternity.

  “Why the fuck did you leave?” I rasp into her mouth and kiss her.

  “That’s none of your fucking business.”

  “Don’t be childish. Talk to me.” I kiss her again, thrusting my tongue in.

  God, she tastes of strawberries. I love strawberries. I love Sol so much.

  Her hand reaches down between our bodies and she closes her fingers around my hard dick.

  No talking. Fine. We can talk in the morning.

  Sol turns to face me and strokes my cock up and down.

  I push the button of a shower gel dispenser and lather her chest up, focusing on her large breasts. I’ve never had a pregnant woman. Sol is my first. But, if that was my choice to make, I’d keep her pregnant all the time. Her breasts fulfil my every erotic fantasy.

  My hands move up and down her back to squeeze her perfect ass as my eyes flick over the delicate lines around her navel. No big deal. I don’t understand why she’s making fuss over three stretch marks. I have scars on my back and limbs. Normal.

  Sol lathers my chest up with the shower gel then strokes my cock again, harder, faster. I’m at her mercy.

  “I can give you a blow job, but I need more space,” she says.

  “Sol,” I growl as she drops her head. “You don’t have to do anything.”

  Just smile for me. Love me. Let me take care of you and let me do all the job.

  Sol extends her arm, pulling the shower curtain away and steps out of the cabin. I follow her, grabbing a white towel and throwing it over her back.

  “Sol.”

  She dives under the comforter.

  “Sol, the bed will be wet.”

  “Sleep on the floor then.”

  I pull at the comforter, folding it, and lie down beside her. “You like sleeping in a wet bed? Fine. I can like it too.”

  She shivers so I pull her to me and wrap my arms around her. Her face turns to mine as she settles her back against my chest more solidly.

  “I’m not as experienced as your whores, right, Gunner?”

  I press my lips against hers, slipping my tongue in and tasting her slowly.

  “I’m dreaming of your mouth wrapped around my dick, Sol. It’s not about experience. It’s about having this one unique mouth wrapped around your dick. When the baby is with us, okay?”

  She shivers again as her teeth chatter together.

  “Cold, huh?” I graze her chin. “And wet. Very wet. The pillows are wet. The comforter is wet.”

  She takes my hand and guides it to her mound. “I’m wet too.”

  I run my thumb along her hot damp slit. My fingers circle and roll her nipple and it hardens as I insert a fingertip into her heat.

  “It’s safe for the baby,” she murmurs. “I’ve seen a doctor. I had an ultrasound scan and everything seems to be fine.”

  “But the wet bed isn’t safe for the baby. I’ll bring the blankets from the truck.”

  I jump out of the bed and slip into my jeans then rush to the door as Sol crawls out of the bed and dries her hair with the towel. I run to the truck and grab the blankets. As I enter the room, the wet covers are piling on the floor and Sol is sitting on the mattress, naked, shivering. She crawls off the bed with her hand pressed against her stomach.

  I spread one of the blankets over the mattress, strip and wrap the other around us both. We lie down on our sides, facing the same direction.

  “You said the baby would be fine, right?” I say into her ear, pressing my hips against her ass so my dick throbs against her thigh.

  “Yes, I said that.”

  I hold my cock and push it into her heat. God, I could spend eternity with my dick inside of her. She moans softly as her back slides up my chest.

  I stroke her head. “You know how beautiful you are?”

  “You know how not Gunner you are?”

  I move my hips and my cock goes deeper into her tight cunt. Sol yelps into my mouth.

  “So good with you,” she gasps. “Never been this good.”

  Her comment hits me. For a split second, sadness floats inside of me. Shay was a good man, a simple man, devoted to Sol, as virgin for her as was she for him. He was better than me in many ways.

  But, I’m going to make his afterlife peaceful. I’ll fucking invest one thousand percent of effort in making Sol and her baby feel safe and happy. They’ll feel loved, nurtured, admired.

  “When the baby is born, we’ll do really horrible things together.” I capture Sol’s lower lip with my lips and suck it gently, pumping my cock in and out slowly. “Horrible things.”

  Sol’s breathing accelerates and she lifts her knee to give me access to her clit. I massage her sensitive nub as her muscles tense and relax.

  “Tell me,” she moans, meeting my thrusts impatiently.

  I suck on her earlobe then lick the area just below her ear. “I’m gonna work your tight cunt with two fingers, Sol, then I’ll push a finger into your asshole and make you cum on my fingers.” I hold her chin and push my cock deeper into her. “I’ll fuck your every hole. I’ll gag you on my dick, Sol. You’ll scream with pleasure when I fuck you raw.”

  Her breath halts as she jerks her body away, but I hold her tight against my body. Her scream of pleasure whips through the air as her cunt contracts around my dick.

  My woman is screaming with pleasure in my arms. I don’t need more.

  I push my cock into her, balls deep, and my body trembles against hers.

  “Fuck,” I growl.

  Then there is an explosion of pure whiteness in my head. Everything is white and hot. Quiet.

  Sol’s chuckle seeps into me like a delicate mist of sweetness.

  “The baby okay?” I ask and glide my palm over her stomach as my cock slips out.

  The baby kicks me and Sol laughs.

  I haven’t heard her pearly laughter since Shay’s accident.

  “More than okay,” she says.

  I kiss her lips. “Mommy okay?”

  She nods and strokes my cheek.

  “Sol?”

  “What?”

  “We could stay here for a few days.” I kiss her deeper, palming her breast.
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  “This is a motel room.”

  “So what? We’ll eat in the café downstairs and make love in bed.” I lever myself up on my elbow and kiss her tit then draw the firm bud into my mouth, suckling gently.

  “Make love?” Sol chuckles. “I don’t want to make love. I want to fuck.”

  I rearrange my body and plant a kiss on her stomach. “Mommy is so impatient. But Daddy will make her feel happy and relaxed. Daddy is going to look after you and her out the best I can.”

  Sol stiffens and takes a sharp breath. “What did you just say?”

  I sit up. “The baby needs a father, Sol.”

  She sits up, hitching the blanket up. “You’re not the father. Shay is the father.”

  “Shay is dead and he would want us to be happy. He was a good man, remember? The best of the three of us.”

  I stroke her arm, but she sweeps her hand and shoves my hand off. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

  “Sol, for fuck’s sake—“

  “I want to go home.”

  “In the morning, okay? Let’s get some sleep.”

  She rolls on her side and pulls the blanket. “Don’t fucking touch me again.”

  I roll on my side and move to the opposite edge of the bed.

  I fucked up even though I tried so hard.

  What the fuck is wrong?

  She likes my dick.

  She likes my cooking.

  I can work hard.

  I said I loved her.

  Why can’t she let me be her husband and the father for her baby?

  Sol

  We get up and put the clothes on, a mortal silence thickening between us like a storm cloud hanging above a cemetery. After breakfast, I get into the truck and wrap the blanket around my chest, resting my head against the window.

  Gunner wants to take everything from Shay. It’s like every memory of my husband is losing its colour, its emotion, its meaning. Gunner is stealing Shay away from me. Gunner is stealing the baby and me away from Shay. I can’t let that happen. My baby needs my vivid memories of Shay. My baby needs my hot love for Shay.

  I’m not going to let my life with Shay fade in my head. I’m not going to let that filthy passion I’m sharing with Gunner replace that delicate first experience of intimacy I shared with my husband. No way.

  I won’t build my happiness on the foundations of guilt and death, devastating everything Shay and I had together.