Gunner (Devil's Tears MC Book 1)

by Daniela Jackson

  The conversation went okay. She knows the rules. She wants to obey them.

  “Gunner.” Her sweet voice fills my veins with joy.

  “What is it, baby?”

  “Can I kiss you?” she pleads.

  Yes, pleads like I have authority over her. It’s very fucking arousing.

  “No,” I say.

  If she kisses me once more, I’ll fuck her raw; I’ll fuck her like an animal.

  We shouldn’t fuck now. We should be together, snuggle, and talk.

  “Sleep,” I growl.

  She snorts and squirms in my embrace.

  “And don’t move,” I say.

  Don’t move your lush ass against my cock because I may not be able to restrain myself.

  I have a good plan and I need to stick to that plan.

  Sol rolls and snorts the whole night. Her attempts to kiss me are even funny, but I’m rigid. I’m holding her in my arms like she’s in a cramped cage.

  I’m tired as hell when I wake up early the next morning, but my chest fills with joy when I see Sol’s wide eyes fixed on me. A bright smile parts her sinfully beautiful lips and sweet confusion is written on her face.

  She kisses the angle of my jaw, then gets up and packs our bags, yes—our bags. She kisses my cheek, holds my hand and takes me to the restaurant downstairs so we can have breakfast.

  I devour her every movement as she pops food into her mouth and smiles for me. Yes—smiles. Smiles brightly, smiles seductively, smiles mysteriously, and holds my hand and kisses the both angles of my jaw. And even strokes my hair like I’m five years old. Very fucking pleasant. She’s never touched me like this.

  We jump on our bikes and shoot towards the port where our transatlantic ship is waiting. Dimitri booked only one cabin. I love him even more now. I’ll fucking hug him for an hour and drink a bottle of vodka with him when I see him.

  We stay on the upper deck, watching the ocean waves then we go to eat something. After the meal, we return to our cabin.

  “A bit narrow,” Sol says and freezes by the double bed covered with a brown and cream bed throw.

  I see this whole situation scares the shit out of her.

  “It’s nice,” I say as my eyes roam over the pale green decor.

  “Yeah, very nice.”

  “The restaurants are nice too.”

  She looks at me with sad eyes, and I feel like a knife has stabbed my heart.

  “Why don’t you want to fuck me?” she asks, as her face turns bright red.

  I put my palm on the back of my neck. “It’s not like this.”

  “Is something wrong with me?” Her fingers roll into fists and straighten as her eyes flutter.

  “No, you’re perfect as always.”

  “I’m trying. I’m trying really hard.” Her chin trembles.

  “Just for one day and a half,” I say and give her a nod.

  Fury flickers in her eyes and she raises her finger at me. “You.” She takes a deep breath. “You.” It comes out as a tired whisper. She nods, resignation painted on her face, and she steps forward, wrapping her arms around my chest. “Okay.” Sadness coats her voice. “That’s okay. I get it.”

  “No, that’s not okay.” I lay my hands on her shoulders and push her gently back so we stand opposite each other, separated by the length of my arms. “Sol, listen to me.”

  “You’re fed up with me. I get it.” She bobs her head. “I guess, I deserve it. Yep, I deserve it as hell.”

  “No, for Christ’s sake. It’s not like this.” I lean slightly forward. “I’ve got this ring in the pocket of my cut, you know, the one I bought for you many years ago. I proposed to you, remember?”

  “You were a kid, Gunner. I thought you’d been just a kid.”

  “You told me to keep this ring for my true love so I’ve kept it for all these years. For my true love. For the one and only woman I chose to be my wife. It wasn’t very expensive, but I want to give it to you now anyway. I’ll buy you something better later.”

  “Give it to me then.”

  A chuckle leaves my mouth as I reach to the pocket on the inside of my cut and take the ring out.

  Sol snatches it up like a starving animal would snatch up food.

  “So, are you going to fuck me or not,” she says and puts the ring on her finger.

  “No,” I say.

  “Why not?”

  My jaws clench to the point where they are painful. “I want to marry you in a small church, you know. I want to marry you first. If I fuck you now, who knows? You can escape me again or something, so I want to marry you first. Just in case.”

  Sol

  He is nervous. I’ve never seen him nervous. That’s kind of weird. Unexpected. Touching as hell. I feel like a noose of emotion is strangling my throat.

  My palm travels to his rough cheek as an overwhelming sense of relief surges through me. Then love fills me. The absolute clarity of love. The absolute power of love. The consuming fire of love.

  This is my love for Gunner. It’s always been inside of me, undiscovered, but strong. It’s been waiting for the right moment to show up and bloom.

  “I love you,” I say. “And I will marry you. I give you my word. My wolf’s word, Gunner.”

  He nods several times as his eyes turn glassy. He’s waited for me for so long. He’s waited so patiently.

  “Your wolf’s word?” he says.

  “My wolf’s word. Fuck, Gunner. I don’t know how to say it better.”

  He runs his knuckles down my cheek, and I feel his hand tremble. I feel his love for me with my whole being.

  “Come here, baby,” I whisper, putting my hand on the back of his neck.

  I bring his lips down to mine and kiss him. Kiss him with my whole love for him. Kiss him like I want to take all the pain I caused to him away from him.

  “You will marry me, Sol,” he rasps into my mouth. “Or I’ll chain you to the wall and lock you up.”

  I kiss him deeper. I kiss him with passion. I kiss him with an unspoken vow. I kiss him with a promise.

  He clutches my t-shirt and pulls it over my head, tossing it onto the floor then I clutch his cut and tear it off him.

  We kiss. We blend. We touch greedily.

  Gunner

  We shake our clothes off and fall on the bed, naked. Sol lies on her back and I crawl on top of her. It’s like I imagined—her arms around my neck, her ankles crossed on my back, her breath hot against my ear.

  Her eyes are burning with lust and love.

  “I love you,” she whispers.

  God, I love her so much I would die for her ten times and then again.

  We kiss then I ease my weight onto my elbow and watch her.

  She knows she owns me.

  She always gets what she wants from me. What a smart little beast.

  I tickle her chest and she squirms and giggles.

  I love her giggles.

  I run my fingers down the side of her face to make sure she’s real. And she is very very real.

  Then I hold my hard cock and drive it into her hot wetness. Her fingers dig into my neck as my balls slap against her cunt. A whimper leaves her mouth.

  Her divine heat strips me of control.

  A dark instinct guides me and primal wildness diffuses into my veins. I’m an elemental force; I’m punishment for her, I’m pain for her, because I’m taking what’s mine.

  I grip her hip and thrust into her deep. So deep her body rocks beneath mine and pain sharpens her face.

  It’s my pleasure to take and it’s her pain to take. She knows this.

  “I’m not on the pill, Gunner.”

  “That’s perfect. Asher needs a brother or sister.”

  “I thought the same thing.”

  I growl. Her face turns to the side as her forehead wrinkles.

  I put her calves on my shoulders and fuck her, taking my pleasure selfishly, almost brutally. She yelps as her hands seek support and she clutches the sheets.

  I
pound into her faster, slamming on her cervix with each thrust. Deeper. Harder.

  It’s darker and darker. It’s hotter and hotter.

  Until there is pure whiteness.

  I growl my satisfaction and she cries out hers, shiny tears streaming from her eyes.

  Then we kiss like the world is going to end.

  Sol

  We eat, talk and fuck.

  I need to feel him all the time, to breathe him in, to touch him.

  It’s late in the morning.

  We’re sitting on the bed, naked, his arms around my chest, his big cock inside me.

  I’m a mom, but still each time he drives his cock into me I’ll experience a sting of pain. It’s a good pain, a stretching pain, a pain that promises pleasure.

  His mouth grazes my chin then moves down along the side of my neck as my back arches and I drop my head back.

  He hooks me under the arms and moves me up and down on his cock. I shiver, melt, crave my release. Submit to him forever.

  “Sol, look at me, baby.”

  “I… can’t…” I gasp.

  “You can, baby. Look at me.”

  He moves me up and down again and I mewl. I’m so close. I need more friction; I need it harder.

  “Sol.”

  “I need…”

  “I know.”

  I gaze at him. I drown into the fierce allure of his eyes. I fall into his wild lust for me. I immerse myself into the dense cloud of our desire. It’s scented with sweat and dirt. It’s intense and electrified around us. It’s penetrating us and making us fuse into oneness. I don’t know where he ends and where I begin.

  “Harder,” I gasp. “Please.”

  Gunner kisses my lips then moves me up only to grind my bottom against his hips. My head fills with silver light. My heels dig into the mattress. I scream as my being explodes in ecstasy. Then I cry.

  Gunner tumbles me on my back and thrusts into me hard. He ploughs me as my orgasm starts building again. I pant, moan, tense. Welcome his punishing thrusts. Yield myself to him.

  I feel his cock thicken and pulse then he moans and fills me up with his cum.

  We hang in weightlessness for an instant, then he pulls out and rubs his thumb against my clit. Pleasure jolts through me and my voice halts. Blackness obscures my vision for a split second and I come, trembling.

  “That’s my girl,” Gunner says.

  “Love you, naughty boy.”

  “Love you, naughty girl.”

  Gunner

  It takes us two days to get to Slovakia after we’ve reached dry land.

  We check-in to a nice hotel in a picturesque village perched on a hill. Fields and pine trees surround it. After supper is served downstairs in a dining room with a stone fireplace and antique wooden furniture, we tumble into our room, kissing. It’s the agony of kissing, the madness of kissing, the beauty of kissing. A hot, messy frenzy. I never expected kissing to be so turning on, so sensual. I’ve never kissed much, but I could kiss Sol for eternity.

  We strip and jump on the bed, our hands in a groping frenzy. Sol sits on her heels and I sit behind her, caressing her breasts. She raises her arms and wraps them around my neck as her mouth moulds to mine.

  My hand slides down her tummy, and I dip a finger into her pussy. Sol is soaking wet for me.

  I bite her earlobe lightly. “I want you on all fours for me, baby.”

  “Maybe I want you on all fours.”

  I grip the back of her neck and push down so her cheek rests against the pillow and her ass is in the air. I spread her and push a finger into her pussy. Her gasps travel in the air, making my dick ache for her. I fucking love it when I can dominate her like this.

  I lower my head and kiss her ass cheek then push two fingers into her pussy. Sol arches her back and leans against her elbows as I work her gently.

  “I want you to cum on my fingers,” I say.

  She turns her face to mine, her cheeks flushed. Her eyes are shining like two gems, filled with lust.

  I slide three fingers into her and she winces. I love her tormented expression when I make her teeter between pain and pleasure.

  “Sol, I said something.”

  I pump my fingers in and out, wrecking her tight cunt. Sol starts massaging her clitoris with her finger. Her body sways. Her breathing accelerates. I finger fuck her pussy harder. She whimpers then comes. Her cunt contracts around my fingers.

  “I want your ass, Sol.”

  “No,” she hums, sounding like she’s still in a haze.

  “I want your ass now.”

  Our glances meet.

  “I… never…” Her voice falters.

  Her words make me feel stunned for a split second, then ravenous for her. Unstoppable.

  “I will be gentle,” I say.

  She nods at me and locks her elbows.

  I dip my finger into her juices and run it up to her tight hole, circling it. I push a fingertip inside and stretch her slowly.

  She’s so fucking tight I can barely control myself. I slide my finger deeper and work her, stroking her lower back with my other hand.

  Sol

  Even one finger causes me a stinging pain.

  But, I want to obey.

  I want to be a wife to him.

  I want to please him.

  And I fucking know he’ll make it very pleasant for me.

  He pushes a finger into my pussy and works my two openings. My body shivers. Heat fills my tummy. It feels good. So good I push my ass against his hand.

  He chuckles and slides two fingers into my tight hole.

  “Fuck,” I gasp. “It stings as hell.”

  “Relax.”

  I feel his hand hook the back of my neck and he pushes down, holding me in place.

  The pain fades, and I let him stretch me, absorbing this decadent pleasure.

  He pulls his fingers out, and I feel the head of his cock pushing at my tight opening. He buries it in my ass and stops moving as I stiffen, panting. The pain from his intrusion makes my insides twist, makes them burn like a real fire is raging in my tummy. He is too big. Tears prick my eyes.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he says like he’s gritting his teeth.

  “It hurts.”

  “Breathe.”

  Gunner strokes my clitoris with his thumb, jolting me, and my mind whirls. It feels different, so erotic, like I’m intoxication and fever. Like I’m sheer hyperawareness. I’m teetering between pain and pleasure.

  He grips my hip and buries his cock balls deep in my ass.

  My voice halts. My breath sticks in my throat.

  The searing pain from my tight opening makes me freeze.

  My heart thunders and sweat pricks my forehead. I feel my throat pulse.

  “Fuck,” I gasp.

  I float in this decadent pain. Sweat trickles along my spine and my thighs quiver. I drown, yet I crave more.

  The pain starts receding and I feel delirious, filled up completely, stretched like never before.

  I want this forbidden darkness to consume me.

  Gunner

  I told her I would be gentle, but my sense of control has just evaporated. My dick is in a hot tight heaven. I want to fuck like an animal. My nerves are hyperaware, my need for release unstoppable.

  I slide in and out.

  Sol whimpers as her body becomes taut and her desperate gasps travel through the air.

  She needs more time so I don’t move, waiting for her body to soften.

  Sol shoves my hand away from her pussy and rubs herself. Good girl. She knows what to do.

  Her muscles relax at last. Her soft moans fill my ears.

  I start thrusting into her.

  My balls slap against her ass as I fuck her slowly. She moans louder, her back arching. I fuck her harder. Faster.

  Her scream of satisfaction pushes me over the edge.

  I thrust into her to wrench in my whole pleasure then collapse on the bed. Sol curls into my chest, her sweat merging with mi
ne.

  “Good?” she asks and rubs her cheek against mine.

  “Perfect.”

  Chapter 12

  Gunner

  We start looking for Stanka’s family home the next morning after breakfast.

  I know Sol is enchanted by Stanka and Munroe’s story. She’s always been.

  After five hours have passed meandering among the woods and fields, we stand in front of a wall sheltered by a majestic oak tree. The wall is about twenty steps long, ten steps high, and wears signs of fire. Piles of red brick mark the grassy ground around it.

  “Only that little left,” Sol says with sadness.

  “The oak has survived.”

  “Yeah, the oak is still growing here.” She holds my hand in hers and squeezes. “Their story was so romantic.”

  “Ours is better.”

  She nudges my chest with her elbow. “He loved her so much.”

  “I love you more.”

  She laughs and clings to my arm. We’re standing in silence and breathing in the past radiating from the wall.

  “Mike wants me to join his club,” I say.

  Sol nods. “You’ll like it there. Yeah, you should definitely join them. You and Mike are a good match.”

  Butterflies fill my chest and something strangles my throat. “But what about you? No, that’s not an option. I’m not leaving you and Asher. No fucking way.”

  I want to work for Mike, but Sol will always be my priority.

  “Go to the Devil’s Tears.” She leans towards me and plants a kiss on my jaw. “And I’ll be a good wife to you. A good wife always follows her beloved husband, even to hell, baby. So I’m going to walk with you. Whatever awaits us on the path we’ve chosen.”

  Our fingers lace, and I feel her strength, my strength. The certainty that everything will be alright.

  “There are rules, Gunner.”

  Of course, there are rules. She’s my wife. My wife to be. No, my wife. We just need to sign the papers. As my wife, she has the right to make the rules.

  “You will never look at another woman, Gunner. You know I can slit a throat.”

  “I know.”

  Her jealousy turns me on this time.

  “Munroe loved Stanka so much,” she says. “So much that he shot himself dead when she died in a car crash.” She gazes at me, a wild fire blazing in her eyes. “We’re all the same, Gunner. We are one breath, one soul. We live and die together.”