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by Zoey Parker


  “When I was little, that was the local grocery store. Unless they built one further out, everyone has to drive into the city now to get groceries if they can’t find what they need in the store here.”

  “You’re kidding!” I couldn’t fathom that someone of his stature, both physically and financially, had ever lived in a place like this. All the houses were old and run down. I turned and looked down the porch at the other end of the store’s lot. Behind the store were boarded up houses.

  “Not at all. Sometimes I wish I was, but after living here, I definitely appreciate everything I have and everything I had to do to get it.” He nodded and took a long drink from his bottle.

  If there had been any one point during the whole situation with Gunner when I truly regretted what I had been planning on doing the whole time, that was it. It wasn’t that I felt sorry for him for having grown up in a poor little town. He had obviously done well for himself since leaving. What got me was that he had opened up to me the way he did, and I was still planning on screwing him over.

  I wished I had never met him. I wished I could have turned off everything I felt. I wished I could have forgotten everything that had happened between us. In that moment, I wished I could get up from the table and leave him sitting there alone. I didn’t even know where we were, but my phone was in my pocket. I could have had Coyote call a car for me.

  The temptation was strong.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked. “You’re having a hard time believing I came from a place like this, aren’t you?”

  “It is a little hard to believe,” I admitted.

  “Would you like to see where I grew up?” he asked, tossing his empty glass bottle into the large trash can at the corner of the porch.

  “You don’t have to show me.” I really felt guilty for how he was putting himself out there for me. I didn’t need to know everything about him. I just needed to know where that damn diamond was so I could disappear from his life.

  We were getting into things I couldn’t relate to. I couldn’t imagine what it would have been like, growing up around here, in a town that didn’t seem to have a name.

  “No, come on. I know it’s more than you bargained for, but come on. We’ve spent enough time together now that I think it’s high time we start really getting to know each other.” He stood up and grabbed my hand as he started walking past the table. He didn’t give me a chance to finish my root beer, but he grabbed my water for me.

  He threw on his helmet and straddled the bike. I climbed on behind him and put on my helmet. When I wrapped my arms around his waist, he handed me the water. He fired the bike back up drove onto the road, taking the first right and going down behind the store to where the vacant houses were that I was looking at from our seat on the porch.

  I didn’t know what to expect from him next. I had no idea what he was planning or why he was even showing me all of this. For all I knew, he could have had the rest of the MC waiting for me in one of the old houses and they were going to try to get information out of me.

  When we pulled up in front of one of the houses, I figured that was exactly what was going to happen.

  “This is it,” he said after he killed the engine again and took off his helmet.

  It was a square, one-story home with a small sagging porch in front. The windows had been boarded up at one point, as had the door, but the sheets of plywood were hanging off, leaving the openings exposed.

  “Come on,” he said, grabbing my hand again and pulling me off the bike with him.

  I looked around cautiously as we approached the house, stepping over uneven chunks of cracked sidewalk where grass was growing through. I felt like I had stepped into the twilight zone. This was not the same person whose house I’d been living in for the last several days. I didn’t know this version of Gunner.

  “Watch where you step.” He helped me up onto the porch and helped me step over the fallen board that had been in front of the door.

  I looked around the inside of the house. The floor seemed pretty solid, but the paint was peeling off the walls in large patches. Light spilled in through glassless windows and holes in the ceiling and roof. It gave the interior a mottled look.

  We were alone, and the grip Gunner had on my hand tightened. It became clear what was on his mind. He wasn’t bringing me here to guilt me into giving up my mission. He wasn’t bringing me here to ambush me with the rest of The Immortal Devils.

  He wanted to take me in this old abandoned house.

  As strange as it was, I was down for anything he had in mind.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Gunner

  I hadn’t thought about it until we were out riding, but I hadn’t taken the bike through my old neighborhood in a while. I was from a poor small town on the outskirts of the outskirts of town. I grew up beyond the suburbs in a small square wooden house that had fallen on some pretty hard times since I left home to find my way in the big city.

  I figured that since Sierra wanted to connect with me again, now was as good a time as any to go by and check on the old place. I didn’t own it, didn’t want to own it. After I left home, I had lost contact with my family, so I had no idea where they had gone, why they had abandoned the property, or anything. I didn’t know who did own it. All I knew was that it was falling apart.

  I had gone in a few times in the past and looked around. I had come out a few times and drank myself stupid in the main room, which had been our living room. I had spent the night in this old house on several occasions.

  Sierra was the first person I had brought out here with me, and as we stepped across the threshold, something came over me. It occurred to me as she followed me into the house that we were completely alone in there. It was dark, and no one would be able to see us unless they walked in on us while were together.

  Furthermore, she had agreed to let me command her and control her body as if she were property. I squeezed her hand as we walked in to try to communicate to her what I was thinking.

  We stepped over debris in the floor.

  “Careful,” I cautioned her as we walked toward one of the back rooms, a room that had served as a bedroom when we all lived there.

  “Gunner, what are we doing here?” she asked from behind as I led her through the dark house.

  “Just remember our arrangement and watch your step,” I answered as I stepped over a limb that had fallen through the roof at some point.

  “Okay, this is definitely yellow.” I heard her humor beginning to return to her tone.

  “Don’t worry. We’ll be careful,” I assured her.

  We stepped through alternating pools of afternoon light and shadow. I pulled her with me into the room that had been my bedroom when I was a child.

  “Is this your room?” she asked in a seductive tone. She knew the plan. It excited me that she had figured it out by the time we made it back there.

  “It was.” I smiled in the dim light. “No one can see us in here,” I told her, “so come here.”

  I pulled her to me and kissed her. I wrapped one arm around her waist and held the back of her head with my hand. Our lips worked together, and her tongue welcomed mine into her mouth.

  I grabbed her hair and gently pulled her back from me. I watched as she opened her eyes slowly, almost dreamily.

  “Strip for me,” I demanded.

  “Here?”

  “Yes, here. Take your clothes off. No one’s going to see you except for me.”

  She blinked and grabbed my hand to let me know I was pulling too hard on her head. I let her go, and she took a step back. She still seemed to be thinking about what I had told her to do instead of doing it.

  “Go ahead,” I urged her. “Get to it. Do you need me to help you get started?” I hardened my tone to let her know I wasn’t playing around with her.

  Her reluctance turned me on, especially since she hadn’t said anything else about our safe words. There was no indication that she didn’t want to do it, jus
t that she was unsure of it, and I could feel myself surging against my jeans.

  “The sooner you get those clothes off, the sooner you can help me relieve some of this tension I feel for you,” I told her. “You don’t want to make me wait.”

  “Okay, I’ll do it,” she finally said.

  She grabbed the bottom of her tank top and started to pull it off.

  “No,” I stopped her. “First, your jeans. Just your jeans.”

  She kicked off the little boots I’d bought her and undid her belt, then her jeans. She slowly peeled them off of her skin and pushed them down over her legs. I watched as she revealed the black lace panties I had bought her. I could see her red hair peeking out through the fabric, taunting me, making me harder.

  She pushed even further, revealing the fair skin on her beautiful legs. I wanted to run my hands and my lips over the curve of her hips and down her smooth legs.

  She let go, and her jeans fell abruptly to the floor. She stepped out of them and raised up her feet, one at a time, to pull off her socks. She had cute little feet. I wasn’t much of a foot guy, but I could have kissed her whole body, starting all the way down on her toes and following the lines of her body up to her lips.

  “Now your shirt,” I told her.

  She grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up over her stomach, over her beautiful, perky, round breasts, and over her head. She held it out and let it fall to the floor in front of her.

  She stood before me in just her panties then. She turned her head and flicked her hair behind her shoulders so I could see her breasts and her sweet, pink nipples.

  “Grab your breasts.” I loved the way her fingers looked as they wrapped around the curve of her breasts and ran across her nipples.

  “Make your nipples hard for me,” I ordered her, and she pinched them between her thumbs and forefingers. She tugged on them and ran her fingers over them. I could see the little pink tips of her tits hardening as she played with them.

  She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and bit her lower lip as she continued to play with her tits for me. I wanted to pull myself out and stroke myself while I watched, but I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I was inside of her.

  “Now turn around, and keep playing with your tits.”

  She turned around, and I could see the way her hair reached more than halfway down her back. Her panties curved with her ass perfectly, giving me a little peek at her fair skin through the black lace, creating a mouthwatering contrast in color.

  I walked up to her and pressed myself between her cheeks, rubbing my jeans against the lace fabric. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me. Then I ran my hands up her stomach to her breasts, pushing her hands out of the way while I grabbed her and squeezed gently. I listened to her gasp with delight as I tweaked and rolled her nipples in my fingers.

  “Undress me,” I whispered in her ear before kissing her neck and her shoulder, lightly brushing her flesh with my lips.

  Her fingers worked diligently to free me from my jeans. She reached into my boxers and pulled me out. She stroked me with her firm grip.

  “Fuck me,” she begged. “Please, Gunner, just take me right here.”

  I pulled a hand back from her tits and pulled a condom out of my pocket before letting my jeans finally fall to the floor around my ankles. I put it in her hand.

  “Open it and put it on me,” I ordered.

  “No, I want you to finish on me.” There was a hint of pout in her voice.

  “No, that’s not what I want to do this time. Now, open it and roll it down my cock.” I squeezed her right tit a little harder, and she sucked her breath in through her teeth. Having to repeat myself made me that much harder.

  Even when I was supposed to have total control over her, Sierra wanted to try to challenge me, no matter how feebly. It made me want her so much every time she did it.

  She opened the condom and tossed the wrapper onto the floor. I closed my eyes as she gripped me with her fingers and rolled the condom slowly down my shaft. Her fingers gripped the ring around the base of the condom and forced it down me.

  “Thank you,” I whispered in her ear. “Now, put your hands on the wall.”

  She turned to face the wall and put her hands on it at shoulder height. I shrugged off my vest and pulled my t-shirt over my head so I could feel her body against mine as I pressed against her.

  “Spread your legs.”

  I could feel myself straining against my skin, pulling it taught around my erection with each order I gave. No matter what happened, no matter what her reason for seeking me out had been, I knew that at that moment I had total control over her.

  I reached down and slid my fingers into the lace that only partially hid her from me. I stroked her lips and felt her body quiver under my touch. I parted her skin and slid my fingers along her slit up to where I felt her clitoris. I flicked the little nub of her pleasure and listened to her gasp. She leaned against the wall, and I could hear her breath hitting it.

  “Please, Gunner,” she begged. “Please, I want you inside of me.”

  I leaned forward as I continued to stroke her.

  “Are we still on yellow?” I asked.

  “No, we’re green, baby. We’re so fucking green,” she panted.

  I slid my fingers into her opening, pushing them deep inside. She gasped, and I could feel her body tensing up around me.

  I pulled them out and grabbed one of the openings in her panties. I pulled the fabric apart, opening her wide for me to get in, instead of just pushing her underwear to the side.

  I slid into her, feeling her tighten around me as I pushed deeper and deeper inside, until I was all the way in to my base.

  “Oh God,” she called out.

  I pressed my body against hers until she pressed herself against the wall. I thrust into her and looked down to see myself pushing against her perfectly round ass. She balled her fists against the wall and whined as I thrust myself into her.

  “Yes, Gunner. Yes.”

  I felt her continuing to tighten around my shaft. Her body shook beneath my weight and she moaned louder with each thrust.

  I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, just above her breasts, and held her against me as I shoved myself deep into her. She shook and whimpered with her eyes and mouth shut. Her fingers opened and closed against the wall.

  “Oh God, I’m coming,” she finally shouted.

  “Me, too,” I whispered in her ear. “You feel so fucking good, Sierra.”

  She reached back and grabbed my hips to hold me in as I erupted with her. Our bodies were coming together as one. I emptied myself into the rubber around my shaft at the same time her muscles clutched me and let go, clutched me and let go. I slid in and out a few more times, relishing in the sensitivity of her tight opening trying to keep me inside her.

  Finally, I slowly pulled out, listening to her pant against the wall. Her body seemed to collapse forward as she relaxed and her ecstasy finally let its grip go from her. I pulled the condom off and tossed it onto the floor in the corner.

  “That was amazing,” she said breathlessly. “But you owe me another new pair of panties.”

  “Don’t worry. I think I can handle it.”

  I turned her around and ran a hand gently over her cheek. She kissed my thumb as it passed by her mouth and gently nibbled me, shooting me a seductive look with her eyes.

  “Come on, let’s get dressed,” I told her. “We need to get back before it gets dark.”

  The truth was we needed to get back so we could get dressed for dinner. I was going to take her out to my favorite steakhouse to treat her for the last few days. Regardless of her motives or what was about to go down, I had really enjoyed our time together and wanted to have a special dinner with her before things got carried away.

  She had seemed distant since she checked the message from her boss earlier. Whatever she was up to, it felt like she was getting close to having to pull the trigger on her plan.


  Chapter Twenty

  Sierra

  I struggled to get my clothes on in the back room of the abandoned house where Gunner had grown up. My body was still shaking from the sudden passion that had flowed through it while he had me pinned against the wall. I felt like I had lost part of myself to him during the sex we’d just had.

  I pulled my jeans on over my ripped panties and grabbed my shirt from the floor. I had to sit down on the old wooden floorboards to put my socks and shoes back on.

 

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