And then he was coming and I was swallowing, sucking up every inch of my beautiful biker’s seed.
“Don’t figure we’ll have much time but I gotta get you off. That was one of the sexiest fucking things I’ve ever seen. Do you know how fucking sexy you are, Mouse? Do you know what you do to me? Sucking me off like that? You’re a fucking vixen.”
He reached down to my clit and took over, swirling and then moving his finger inside of me. He was quick to curl it and press exactly where I needed it. It only took seconds for him to hit the exact spot I needed and then in another moment I was shuddering and climaxing all over his large hand.
“Love you, Gunner,” I murmured, and then he smacked my ass.
“Let’s go. Need to get up with our boy,” he grinned as he said our boy.
I whipped my t-shirt overhead and grabbed the robe. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”
He pulled on some black sweatpants and a white t-shirt. “I’m going to make breakfast. Don’t take too long, yeah?”
I smiled, kissed him quickly, and saw Gun still curled up on the couch like no time had passed. In the bathroom, I looked over my body. I felt different. My bruises were near gone, but that wasn’t why I felt different. I felt like I was finally owning my skin. Somehow, Gunner taking my body didn't make me feel anything, but beautiful, and me giving my body to him only made me feel free.
Gunner’s words settled deep inside of me. “When he asks me.” Oh, how time had changed. It was just weeks ago that I’d been imprisoned by Enrico and I didn't think I would make it out alive. Now, I’d just had the most glorious night and morning with Gunner, and the idea of me spending the rest of my life with him was a real possibility.
I just wish I could shake this sense of foreboding that something bad was coming.
Chapter Twenty-Seven Gunner
The next several weeks were what I could only describe as a dream. Charlie, Gun and I were a family. We’d eat together, go fishing, hike around the property, and yes, Gun and I would play video-games together. I continued teaching Gun how to fight. He loved it as much as I did. There was no way my son was ever going to let anyone push him around. We talked with the school and Charlie had enrolled him in homeschooling for the time being, just until things settled down. She would work with him for several hours on school work, he never complained. I loved that about him. He wasn't a whiner. He never got upset about moving, at least not anymore since his mom was back. In fact, he seemed to be flourishing. If it wasn't for the fact that we were hiding here, then I’d say life was about as close to perfect as it could be.
As for Charlie, she was becoming more and more sure of herself. We’d talk, and make love, and when we could occupy Gun without him knowing what was going on, we’d sneak off for a quickie. She was always so ready for me. Damn, this woman! She had no idea how mesmerized I was by her. She got stronger every day, whether she knew it or not.
Reggie and the guys started to come and go more frequently. Shane and Ace came up on the weekends. I talked to them often. We hadn’t heard anything on Enrico, and we weren’t sure if we would. The radio silence was unusual, and everyone was still on high alert.
I heard the roar of motorcycles and smiled. Thank fuck. The weather had been unseasonably warm, and they were still able to ride out. I’d asked my brothers for a few favors, and I knew when this shit settled, I’d owe them, but that was the thing about brotherhood, you’d do what you could if you could do it for each other. You’d have each other’s backs, and judging by the smile on Shane’s face as he threw up his kickstand on his Dyna, he had mine. Even Ace seemed to be in a good mood. I greeted them with a slap of the hands and then a quick hug. I couldn't help, but grin. I was excited. “You got everything I asked for?”
“You know it,” Shane said. I heard more bikes approach. “Reggie, Knuckles, Donnie, Lachlan, Anthony and his old lady.” Shane motioned his head to the guys as they approached.
Gun and Charlie came out of the cabin, and Gun ran to Reggie before he could even shut his bike off.
“Little dude, how’s it going?” I lifted my brow to Ace and Shane.
“There’s a reason they’re a few minutes behind us,” Ace grumbled. He was never one for smoking pot.
“At least he didn't do it here,” Shane laughed. This was true and I didn't give a fuck if my brothers smoked.
“Well, did you bring it?” Gun asked Reggie just as Charlie found her place next to my side.
“Bring what?” she asked knowing that those two were thick as thieves.
He grinned opened his backpack and pulled out a gun.
“The fuck is wrong with you? You’re not giving my kid a gun.”
“Relax, bro. It’s a BB gun. I promised him we’d shoot.”
Mouse laughed. She must’ve already known about this because she joked so casually, “A BB gun! You’ll shoot your eye out.”
Ace’s head snapped towards Charlie. He looked at her like he’d never seen her before.
“You know what? A little target practice is a great fucking idea,” I said kissing Charlie’s temple.
***
“You know, I did shoot a gun before.” Charlie looked at me like I was completely ridiculous for teaching her to shoot. “Yeah, and you got lucky. So, the basics. This is the magazine. Your bullets go here. You release it by pressing this.” I showed her the release and the bullets that I had in the chamber and pointed. “Barrel. This one’s easy, it’s the trigger. Now, this is your sight, and this right here is your safety.” I pushed my jean clad leg in between her black yoga pant covered legs and moved her legs apart with mine. I adjusted her arms so that she was holding the gun correctly and noticed the smaller goosebumps break out over her skin. “It’ll have some kickback and it’ll be loud. Don't let it scare you. When it’s in your hands, it’s an extension of you. You have control of it and there is nothing to be afraid of. Now, I want you to focus on the tree. When you feel comfortable pull back and squeeze.”
She focused for a few seconds staring through the scope then she squeezed the trigger. “Did I get it?” she asked not fazed by the blow back of the gun.
“No, completely missed. Don't worry. Let’s try this again. Your hips were in front of your shoulders. Try to move your shoulders forward, like this.” I adjusted her body by grabbing her hips and pulling them back into me. I had to restrain myself from pressing my half erect dick into her ass. This wasn't the time for that. I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner, but Reggie wanting to teach Gun how to shoot made a light switch go off in my head. For Charlie and for myself, I needed to teach her how to protect herself. I planned on always being with her, but I didn't want to take any chances. After moving her into the correct position and placing her hands on each side of the gun, I ordered again, “Aim, and shoot.”
She did and this time, I’ll be damned, she nailed it!
“Again,” I commanded. We did this over and over again until it was the most natural thing to her. When we were finished, I taught her to clean the gun and take it apart. There was nothing to be afraid of when it came to guns as long as you knew what the fuck you were doing, and you didn't leave one where a kid could play cops and robbers with it.
“Your kid’s a great shot! Check this out!” Shane slapped a hand on my shoulder, and Charlie and I followed him to where Gun was shooting his BB gun with Reggie. The rest of my brothers all stood around cheering him on as he aimed at a row of pop cans that were set up fifteen feet in front of him.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
He took out all of the cans, knocking each one over with precision.
“Damn, kid,” Shane ruffled his hair.
“Son,” I called.
He gave me a chin lift. Seven years old and he’s giving chin lifts. Ace saw this and grinned at me.
“Yeah, Dad?” I’d never get over that word, dad.
“Great shot.”
He smiled, “This was fun, can we practice sometimes together?” I nodded. His hazel eyes caught
the light, looking almost golden as he smiled hugely at me. Charlie kissed him on the top of his head and whispered something in his ear.
“You’re a lucky man,” Ace said for my ears only.
Didn't I know it.
‘You got any grub on?” Donnie asked. That man was always thinking with his stomach.
“I already checked, man. They got shit,” Knuckles said joining the group. I hadn’t even realized he was gone.
“Good thing, I brought extra,” Donnie laughed and pulled a small cooler from his side bag. I shook my head. He always had something cooking.
A few hours past and we were all very full and content. Charlie was sitting with Anthony's old lady and Gun’s head was in her lap, where she lovingly stroked the side of his head.
Ace caught my eye. I kissed Charlie on her forehead, “I’ll be back.”
“Everything alright?”
“It’s fine, Mouse. Just need to talk with the guys about a few things.”
I followed Ace into the early evening air. Shane was already sitting by the recently lit fire pit. “You got it?”
Shane grinned while Ace retrieved something from his bike. He reached in his pocket and handed me a box. “You sure about this, man?”
“As long as you’ve known me, you ever know me not to be sure about this?”
“Relax, he’s just pissed ‘cause you’re the first of us,” Ace said handing me a bag.
“Keep an eye on Gun?”
“Jesus, we got it,” Shane said waving me off.
I made my way back into the cabin and Charlie’s head was thrown back, laughing at a story Donnie was telling about me.
“He didn't,” she said wiping a tear from under her eye.
“He did too, he was so drunk…”
I cleared my throat and shot Donnie a look that said, “I’m going to kill you if you don’t shut your fucking mouth.”
Charlie looked at me and grinned.
“Mouse, come with me. We’re staying in cabin two tonight.”
“But… what about Gun?” She asked visibly confused.
“We got him, sweet heart. Don't worry about a thing,” Mary, Anthony’s old lady, said.
“You sure?” she looked around and could tell everyone in the room pretty much knew what was going on. Gun had been asleep on her lap so she moved carefully to free herself so as not to wake him.
I took her hand and led her towards cabin two. On the short walk, she looked at me curiously, but I kept a steady pace anxious for what came next.
Inside, I’d lit a few candles. There wasn’t much to this cabin. A queen bed, small couch, tiny kitchenette and an old box television was the sum of it. The room had a soft glow. She squeezed my hand and whispered, “Gun.”
“Got you something that I wish I could’ve given to you years ago.”
“Is that so?” she smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed. I moved across the room grabbing what I came here to give her. I handed her a bag and her eyes sparkled with curiosity.
I knelt in front of her balancing on my toes but closer to her level. “Open it.”
She cautiously opened the bag.
“It’s not going to bite you, babe.”
She pulled out the leather vest with the Bleeding Scars logo on the back and read out loud, “Bleeding Scars Motorcycle Club, Property of Gunner,” her breath hitched.
“You know what that means, Mouse?”
“Maybe?” she asked tucking her hair behind her ear nervously.
“It means that if you choose to wear that, you’re declaring to everyone that you’re mine, and will always be. It’s the biker version of ‘I do.’”
“Gunner,” she sighed, “Like it’s even a choice. It hasn't been a choice since I was eight years old.”
“Take off your shirt. The first time I see my vest on you I want to see it against your skin.” She stared at me long and hard. I don’t know if she was daring me to change my mind, because there wasn't an ounce of uncertainty. It was more like her look was saying this better be it for us. I watched her throat as she swallowed then whipped her shirt overhead and then slid each arm out of her bra, finally freeing her beautiful, full breasts. I would’ve taken them in my mouth right then and there, if I didn't need to see that leather wrapped around her. Without breaking eye contact she slipped her arms into the leather vest. She was making me wild with want.
“Do you know how sexy you look with my patch on your back and your tits peeking out? Now, reach into the pocket.”
She did like I told her. Her lips parted in awe, when she felt the little box. She pulled it out and I grabbed it from her. I moved to my knee. I might’ve been a biker, I might’ve been a badass, but my Mouse deserved one knee.
“Mouse, do you know the first time I talked to you wasn't the first time I noticed you? First time I saw you, you took my breath away. I wasn't even really into girls yet, but I saw you and there was something about you. I’d look for you, and sometimes you’d already be watching for me, but if I was lucky, sometimes I’d spot you before you’d see me. Watching you was like finding this treasure that I didn't want anyone to ever find out about. I felt like if I talked to you, it might take away from that, until one day you just looked so sad that I had too. I couldn't stand seeing you sad. God, then the first time I kissed you, Mouse? It was like heaven. You know my dad died and my life was shit, but there you always were, and then those lips of yours, I swear to Christ, brought me more happiness in a single minute than anything had in years. Life dealt us some serious blows. But you? You protected my kid. You held on and you fought. And then, after all of this shit, you’ve let me love you. After everything, you’ve never doubted my love. And I can't tell you how thankful I am for that, because if I’m honest, I’ve always loved you. You’re wearing my patch, Mouse. Now wear my ring. Be my wife.”
She was crying and I wanted to wipe away her tears, but she hadn’t said anything yet. “Charlie,” I prompted.
“Yes. Yes to all of it. I’ll be your old lady. I’ll be your wife. I’ll be it all. I love you.”
I slid the diamond ring on her finger, my hand trembling with nervousness. “I love you.” I kissed her hard and long. She smelled so good. Her scent was like me, but fresher, prettier. My buckle clinked against the ground as my jeans hit the floor.
“Need you,” she whimpered my exact sentiments. I tore my lips from hers and pulled her leggings off of her. Her slick pussy glistened. I licked my lips wanting to taste her, but my need to be inside of her was greater. In another quick movement, I tore my shirt over my shoulders and moved on top of her. Her legs dangled over the edge. None of that mattered. I was mad with lust. All I knew was I needed to be buried inside of her.
“Charlie,” I gasped out her name as I pushed inside of her in one quick thrust. She was tight. She always felt tight. “Love this pussy. You’re so wet for me.”
I slammed in and out relentlessly. I wasn't careful. She wasn't the same woman as she was weeks ago, when we first made love. Now, she was just as hungry for me as I was for her.
“Give it to me. Give it to me hard,” she begged, and I was lost in desire. I lifted her legs and fucked her deep, and when that wasn't enough I flipped her onto her stomach taking her from behind. She came hard for me the moment I took her this way. It wasn't enough for me. I bent over her, marveling at how my patch looked covering her back, while I fucked her senseless. She cried out, her hands gripping the sheet in front of her. My balls slapped against her perfectly round ass. I slapped it. “Want to fuck you here soon.”
“Mmm,” she moaned and I knew she wasn't opposed to it, but I wasn't going to take it tonight. I didn't want anything to mess up tonight. As much as that appealed to me, I couldn't risk something new for us tonight. I needed it to only be about what the two of us have. She pushed back into me and began to meet my thrusts.
“Yes, Gunner. Again.” I smacked her ass again and I swear she purred. Yes, she would do just fine with that. She met me thrust for thrust an
d that tingle tight in my balls began. I wrapped my arm around her and flicked her clit over and over again. Another moment, and we were both exploding. “Jesus,” I panted.
She collapsed on the mattress and my body landed next to her. Out of nowhere, she began to giggle. “What’s funny?”
“I’m going to be your wife.”
“Yeah?” I asked trying to find out what was funny about that.
“Yeah, nothing. I’m just happy.”
I held her in my arms and it wasn't long until our gentle strokes turned into more and before long, we making love, slow and sweet. After she ran her hands over her vest, we slipped it off. Her fingers traced the Bleeding Scars insignia.
“What’s this mean?” she sleepily asked.
“It’s something Ace said to me. When I met him, I was in a bad place. I hated Hades. I couldn't find you. I felt so lost, and then Shane was there. I was wasted one night and he said something to me that I’ll never forget. I was telling him to just let me be. I was too fucked up, had too many scars, and he said we all have scars, some scars bled brighter than others. It made so much sense to me. When we met Ace and decided to start our own club, Ace had his own set of demons he was running from. One day, he takes off his shirt and I see this scar he has running down his chest. The thing is angry,Jagged. He’s never said what happened, but I know it was bad and that’s when I was reminded of what Shane said about some scars bleeding brighter than others, and so that’s what we were, Bleeding Scars.”
“I like that.” her eyes turned downward, and I know she was reminded of her own scars.
I tilted her chin upwards. “Don’t hide from me. We all got scars, Mouse and you’re one of us now.” I kissed her tenderly, and held her close until exhaustion took us both. It was only hours later, when the phone rang and the voice on the other end completely burst our happy bubble.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Help,” the raspy voice begged.
“Mom?”
Chapter Twenty-Eight Charlie
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