Gunnin' for You (Rolling Thunder series Book 4)

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by Pj Fiala


  She muttered, “Wow.”

  Gunnar unbuttoned his jeans and smiled as Emma lifted her back off the bed and rested on her elbows. His eyes roved over her body, taking in the total package. And what a package it was. Her creamy skin was unmarred and perfect. Her full breasts strained toward him, her nipples pointed his way. Her narrow waist softly curved into her hips, creating an hourglass shape. As his eyes raked down her body, she slowly opened her thighs, giving him a full view. He hissed and lowered the zipper on his jeans as relief rushed in at releasing the pressure that he had felt most of the day. Eager to get them off, he pushed them down and let them fall to the floor in a heap. He stepped out of his jeans and looked into Emma’s eyes as he rubbed his cock a few times over his boxer briefs.

  “Oh, God,” he heard her whisper. Grinning, he never took his eyes from hers.

  He hooked his thumbs in his boxer briefs and pulled them down. Emma’s eyes went straight to his enlarged cock. It was beautiful, thick, full, long, and so damn sexy. She couldn’t wait to have him in her. Her tongue peeked out of her mouth and licked her lips as she watched him slowly run his hand up and down his turgid erection. He squeezed the head and a little bead of moisture formed at the opening. His thumb swiped over the pre-cum and swirled it around the head, causing it to glisten in the light.

  “Do you like the way this looks, babe?”

  “God, yes.” Emma licked her lips again.

  “Are you imagining what it’s going to feel like pushing into you?”

  Emma had to swallow to moisten her throat. “Yes.”

  Without warning, Gunnar reached up and pulled the lacy panties from Emma’s body, ripping them off her. He climbed up the foot of the bed, pushing her legs open wider with his knees so she was completely spread beneath him.

  “Lie back and let me enjoy eating you, Emma.”

  Whimpering, she fell back. His tongue dipped inside of her and journeyed up to find her clit, swollen and hot. He pulled it between his lips and flicked it with his tongue. Emma mewled and pushed her hips into his face.

  Gunnar grabbed her hips, “Easy, babe. Let me love you.”

  Too much. It was too much. After this whole day of all the touching and holding and the bike and the vibration and the wind; this was too much. She could feel her orgasm blossom and grow. Her skin was hot and flushed and her breathing was staggered and shallow. She couldn’t pull a full breath into her lungs if she wanted. Emma’s legs started quivering and her hands shook.

  “Gunnar. I…”

  Gunnar continued licking her clit and sucking it into his mouth. He applied pressure with his lips and slid a finger inside of her. He hooked his finger up and pumped in and out a few times until he felt her tighten and spasm. As soon as he felt her orgasm, he climbed up her body and positioned the head of his cock at her opening. He looked into her eyes as he rolled his hips to push into her.

  “Oh my God. Gunnar…”

  He pulled out and pushed in farther, seating himself fully inside her. As soon as his balls hit her ass, he groaned and froze where he was. He watched her face and saw such passion, heat, openness in her; it was like a knife to the gut. It took his breath away.

  “Jesus,” he huffed out.

  Gunnar began moving, slowly at first, pulling out to the head and pushing back in. He never took his eyes from her face and she never took her eyes from his. He slid in and out, using a sweet, slow rhythm that allowed him to feel the lips of her pussy sliding along his cock. She was tight, gripping his cock in the wet heat of her pussy. When he pulled out of her, it felt like her pussy was trying to suck him back in. Exquisite. He began pulsing into her harder and faster, unable to stop the clawing need to fill her.

  Emma’s hips met his each time, loving the feel of him pushing into her, touching her in places no one had ever touched before. She felt full, stretched as far as she could stretch, and she could feel every inch of him as he slid through her entrance.

  “I need you close, babe.”

  “Yes. I’m close. I’m…”

  Emma stiffened as her pussy quivered and coated his cock with her honey. Gunnar groaned as he felt the wetness cover him, making his thrusts easier. He could feel her walls spasm around him, massaging him in the most erotic way. Another thrust and Gunnar pushed in hard and froze balls deep as he released himself inside of her. Each spurt felt like relief as the pressure lessened and Emma’s body cradled his. He dropped down onto her breasts as his arms slid under her shoulders to cradle her in his arms. He laid his head on the mattress as his breathing began to slow.

  Emma wrapped her arms around Gunnar’s waist and closed her eyes. That was incredibly and unbelievably hot! She didn’t know how to describe it, but there was no comparison. Never in her life, had sex felt like…that.

  Gunnar lifted his head. He kissed her ear, her jaw, her cheek, and finally her lips. His kiss was slow, sweet, and oh so tender. His tongue was gentle as he slipped it into her mouth and gently swirled it around, mating with her tongue, tasting every inch of her mouth. He finished with two very light kisses to her lips.

  Resting his forehead on hers, he whispered, “Please tell me you’re on birth control.”

  Emma giggled, causing her chest to wiggle under his body. “Yes. I’m on birth control.”

  Gunnar held her tight as he rolled to the side, bringing her with him so they both lie facing each other. He pulled out of her at the same time, causing him to expel a breath at the feel of it.

  “I’m safe, Emma. I’ve never had sex without a condom before. I’ve never been that worked up.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Emma sat at her computer at the kitchen table while Ashley sat across from her feeding Tyler from a bottle. Her email chimed a new message. Emma clicked it open and a huge smile formed on her lips. An email she sent this morning for a job was returned by Chery C. Treklin asking for a phone call within the hour.

  “Ash, that job I applied for responded. She wants me to call her.”

  “That’s fantastic, Em. What do you know about this firm?”

  “Not much other than what their website says. I was trying to do a bit of research but couldn’t find much on the internet about them. All I know is they handle mostly business law. That’s exactly my cup of tea. I need to go and wash my hands and calm down a bit before I call her. Wish me luck.”

  Emma grabbed her laptop and breezed across the floor and out of the room.

  *****

  “Wow, you look fabulous, sis.” Ashley was at the kitchen table with Tyler in her arms, having a cup of coffee and waiting for Ron so she could make him breakfast. She looked at Emma as she walked into the kitchen, her gray, sleeveless wrap dress hugging her svelte body. Ashley sighed, “I hope my body comes back to its pre-Tyler state. Can I make you something to eat?”

  Emma’s hand smoothed the pink blazer she wore over her dress, then adjusted the silver necklace around her neck.

  “Aww, Ash, you know it will. You need to be patient. And, no, I can’t eat anything right now. Thanks.” Emma filled her travel mug with a cup of coffee.

  “So what do you know about this attorney, and why is she rushing you through this job interview? You just spoke yesterday,” Ashley asked.

  “Her name is pronounced Sherry but spelled C-h-e-r-y C. Treklin. She’s a business attorney and she’s a partner. As to the rush, it seems she’s in a bit of a jam. Her former paralegal suddenly quit without notice.” Emma took a big drink of her coffee, bent over Ashley and kissed Tyler on the head and tapped his little nose with her finger, walked to the living room to grab her notebook, resume, and notepad. She placed the items in her bag when Ron walked in.

  “You look great, Emma. You’re going to get this job, no doubt.”

  “Thanks, Ron. Hopefully, I’ll be out of your hair soon,” she said with a wink.

  “You haven’t exactly been here much. I think you’ve been at Gunnar’s the majority of the time.” He snickered at the blush crawling up Emma’s face.

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  “Hi. I’m Emma Drake, here for Chery Treklin.”

  The chunky, dark-haired woman behind the desk nodded at her and pointed to a sofa as she said, “Take a seat. I’ll let her know you’re here.”

  Emma sat, looking around. It was an okay office, the usual furnishings you find in a law office, nothing of special note. The imitation leather sofa showed small signs of wear, the floor was laminate with dusty footprints leading to the back area. The coffee pot behind the receptionist was gurgling and the aroma of fresh coffee filled the small space. The receptionist ignored her as she listened to some talk radio on her computer and scoffed at the political conversation taking place. Emma felt oddly uncomfortable and fidgeted with the strap on her purse.

  “Hi, Emma, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Chery Treklin.”

  Emma looked up to see a middle-aged woman with short brown hair lightened with gold streaks. She was an average looking woman, but dressed nicely in dress pants and a blazer—Hillary style. She smiled and held out her hand to shake Emma’s.

  “It’s nice meeting you as well, Ms. Treklin.”

  “Chery.” She walked with Emma to a conference room just off the reception area. They sat and talked. The job seemed like it would be the type of work Emma had done in Chicago. Chery seemed very nice as she explained her former paralegal had been offered the opportunity to buy into a title company and had jumped at the chance. At the end of their hour and a half conversation, Chery offered Emma the position. A little less money than she had made in Chicago, but the cost of living in Green Bay was much less, so she would be fine. Despite her initial reservations upon walking into the office, Emma decided to go ahead and take the job.

  Sitting in her car, Emma tapped Gunnar’s picture on her phone.

  “Hey, how are you?” She could hear the smile in his voice.

  “I’m great. I just got a job.”

  “Fantastic. So that attorney hired you on the spot?”

  “She did, and I start on Monday, so today is my last day off during the week.”

  “Okay, let’s celebrate tonight. Ryder and I were just talking about getting together for dinner, so I’ll invite JT and we’ll toast to your new job. Sound like a plan?”

  “Sounds fabulous.”

  *****

  Dressing to go out, Emma smiled as she heard the murmur of a male voice in the living room talking to Ashley. Ron wasn’t home from work yet, so Emma figured it was Gunnar. She grabbed a black bag with her necessities, clean undies, and tank top for tomorrow; she figured she’d be staying at Gunnar’s since they were celebrating.

  She walked down the hall with a smile on her face. As she entered the living room, her smile faded and her steps faltered. What the fuck?

  “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “Emma, you look amazing.” Greg, her dirtbag former boyfriend, took a couple of steps toward her. Emma held up her hands and took a step back.

  “No.” Her voice was flat and stern and a bit louder than she meant it to be. Emma slid a glance at Ashley and noted her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Tyler let out a soft cry at the rise in Emma’s voice.

  “Emma…Baby… I came all this way to talk to you. We’ve had a little time apart to think about what’s important and I want you back, Em. I’m so sorry. Let’s sit down and talk this out.”

  Emma took in his wrinkled suit, which he apparently wore to work this morning. Greg’s job as a business attorney in Chicago kept him very busy. What Emma failed to realize when she was with him, it was his lack of morals that caused him to be in such demand. He’d put the screws to anyone—friend or foe. Staring at his disheveled, dirty-blond hair, hazel eyes and tightly pinched mouth, she wondered what she ever saw in him.

  “No. I have news for you, you lying, cheating piece of shit. I want nothing to do with you. I’ve told you this before.” She didn’t have to fake the repulsion in her voice.

  “Em, at least you could be nice and sit down and have a conversation with me.”

  “No. She isn’t going to sit down and have a conversation with you. I believe she has already made that clear.”

  Emma swung around to see Gunnar’s beautiful blue eyes sending a piercing and angry gaze directly at Greg. Greg turned and the smile fell from his face when he took in Gunnar. His sheer size made him tower over Greg’s five-foot-nine stature. Gunnar’s shoulders were broad, his chest huge, and his thighs powerful.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Greg stammered out.

  “I’m the man who makes her moan and orgasm. I’m guessing you would be Greg, who hates eating pussy and fucks around on his girlfriend.”

  His eyes rounded in horror. “What? Emma, what the fuck have you been telling people?”

  “Just the truth, Greg. You hated eating my pussy and you definitely fucked around on me.”

  “Jesus. That’s private, Emma.”

  Gunnar walked over and pulled Emma into his side by wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He challenged Greg to do anything about it with just a look. Greg’s hazel eyes dimmed as he took in Gunnar, and then swung back to Emma.

  “Emma. Explain yourself.” His hands knotted into tight little balls at the ends of his arms.

  Greg flicked his gaze up to Gunnar and back to Emma again.

  “Explain herself? What exactly does she need to explain?”

  “I’m not talking to you, fuckhead. I’m talking to my girlfriend.”

  “Your EX girlfriend and she doesn’t have to explain anything to you. Now, we have a date with friends and you’re not welcome here. Get lost.”

  Gunnar looked at Ashley, who was standing by the sofa with a grin on her face, bobbing lightly up and down on her feet keeping Tyler soothed. But Gunnar wasn’t leaving here until Greg left so Ashley didn’t have to deal with him on her own.

  “Emma. Please speak to me. Can’t we work this out?”

  “There isn’t anything to work out, Greg. The second you stuck your dick in another woman, there was nothing to work out. Besides, I’ve met Gunnar and I like being with him. I enjoy his family and they like me. We have a lot of fun together and he gives me about three orgasms a night, so, coming from you, who seldom gave me an orgasm, that’s saying a hell of a lot.”

  “Bullshit. I gave you orga…fuck, never mind about the orgasms. That’s not the only reason to build a relationship with someone.”

  Gunnar, finished with this visit, stated flatly. “We’re done here. Get lost, Greg. You fucked up, big time. But, I’m not mad; I have Emma because of it. So, turn around and never come back. I’ll give you to the count of three, or I’ll help you leave. You decide. One…”

  “Emma, fuck, baby, come on.”

  ”Two…”

  “Emma, please.”

  ”Three…”

  ”All right. Jesus! I’m going.” Greg stomped to the door and flung it open. He stopped and looked back at Emma. He opened then closed his mouth, but Gunnar took a step forward propelling Greg into action and out the door before Gunnar could get to him. Gunnar walked to the window and watched Greg get into his car, start it up, and pull out of the driveway. As soon as Greg’s taillights were around the corner, Gunnar turned around and looked at Emma.

  “Are you okay?”

  Emma nodded and laughed. “That felt great.”

  “Ashley, how about you. Are you okay?”

  “I’m a little jealous, but fine.” She looked over at Emma and winked. She mouthed ‘three orgasms?’

  Emma nodded and turned to Gunnar. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “I didn’t get to kiss you hello before; so, hello.”

  Emma grinned. “Hello. Thank you for getting rid of Greg. I appreciate it.”

  Gunnar chuckled. “So, THAT was Greg? Really?”

  Emma giggled. “So you can see you have nothing to be jealous of, right?”

  “Babe, I’m still jealous. That fucker had you first, and that eats at me a bit, but I get you last, so that eases the jealousy. A little,” he said as
he inclined his head towards her.

  Gunnar lightly kissed Emma again and pulled her in for a hug. He looked over the top of Emma’s head at Ashley and winked.

  “You need us to stay until Ron gets home?”

  Ashley shook her head. “I’ll be fine. He won’t come back here if he knows you’re taking Emma out. It wouldn’t do him any good; he didn’t get a very warm reception from me earlier, so it’s not like we would sit and shoot the shit. I only let him in because it was easier than arguing, and Tyler was starting to cry because of my mood. Besides, Ron will be home in about half an hour.”

  They arrived at The Barn twenty minutes later, finding their group already there. They were met with hugs and cheers and a round of shots was immediately lined up to toast Emma’s new job. There was a large party going on in the upper part of The Barn, so the noise level was high. The DJ was playing great music and the girls promptly hit the dance floor to shake a leg.

  The guys sat around the table. It was too crowded to shoot pool, so they watched the women on the dance floor and bullshitted. About two hours after they arrived, Gunnar was walking back from the bathroom when he looked for Emma on the dance floor. He looked up to see Greg on the dance floor, trying to pull Emma into his arms. She was pushing him away and Molly was trying to help release her wrist from Greg’s grasp.

  “Fucker,” Gunnar snarled and stalked to the dance floor toward Emma. JT and Ryder followed behind him. As soon as they walked out on the dance floor, the crowd that had gathered spread out and Greg’s eyes grew large when he saw the size of the three men standing behind Emma. Gunnar stepped forward and looked at Greg’s hand on Emma’s wrist and slowly brought his gaze up to Greg’s eyes. Greg saw the scowl on Gunnar’s face and released Emma. Gunnar stepped in front of Emma and wrapped one of his arms behind him and around her waist, sheltering her. JT and Ryder were right behind him.

  “You touch my woman again, you’ll pay dearly.”

 

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