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  “I’ll close up for you, and you can start clearing away,” I heard him say, while I remained stock-still. What was going on?

  “These the keys?” he asked, picking up the keys that were hanging from a hook behind the door. I gulped and nodded my head, then heard the snap of the lock. He had locked us inside, just the two of us. Even though I should have been worried or suspicious, I couldn’t help my pulse from quickening, the back of my neck from burning hot with desire.

  “I don’t usually do this sort of thing,” I said meekly, fully conscious of what was going to happen in the next few moments. Gunner grinned, taking steps in my direction.

  “There’s a first time for everybody,” he said.

  My body quivered when he came near me. He had walked around the counter and was now inches away from me and I had gone too far to stop it now.

  “Gunner…” I said his name like I knew him well, even though I didn’t know what else to say. He stopped for a second, gave me a chance to finish the sentence and when I didn’t, he came closer to me.

  “You look like you want to forget, just like I do,” he growled, in a voice deep enough to send shivers down my spine. I had no idea what he was talking about, but as far as I was concerned; he had hit the nail on the head. I wanted to forget about losing my brother.

  My lips parted of their own accord and he reached out and grabbed my jaws tightly. I winced and he yanked me closer to himself.

  “Stop me if you want now, Brooklyn, because after this there’s no turning back,” he said, his face was set as hard as stone. I gulped but I didn’t stop him. I wanted to feel something, anything, and I was ready for him. I had been ready for him since he walked into the bar. As crazy as this was, it was actually happening.

  “Good girl,” he said and he lowered his mouth to mine. Our lips met in a sizzle and he pushed his tongue into my mouth furiously, like he was angry about something and I tasted the whisky on his breath. Instinctively, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck. As I accommodated his mouth, he pushed me, further and further till my ass pressed against the cold counter. He was leaning me over it, kissing me, exploring my mouth with his tongue.

  I could feel the hard-on in his jeans. His cock was throbbing in his pants, digging into my thigh as he pressed his body into me. While our mouths remained stuck together, his hands had found my breasts.

  I gasped when he squeezed, then pinched my pebbled nipples through the thin material of my t-shirt and lace bra. He must have been pleased with my reaction because he pinched my nipples again. I cried out in pleasurable pain and Gunner pulled his mouth away from me.

  “Isn’t this what you want?” he asked and before I could even react, he had started rolling up my t-shirt. My bare skin puckered up in the cool air as he revealed my breasts. He looked at them, and in one swift movement, he unhooked my bra… my ample big breasts with sensitive erect nipples, yearning for his mouth. I wanted him to suck on them. I needed him to suck on them, but he was hell bent on teasing me.

  I watched with my breath caught in my throat as he licked the tip of his forefinger. With his blue eyes sparkling, he touched my nipples, the smile on his face growing as I moaned. I could feel the wetness in my core, my throbbing aching clit in my jeans as I thrust my hips in his direction.

  This was so crazy and so unbelievable that I wanted him to just take me. I wanted to come and I could feel myself dangling over the edge. Gunner squeezed my nipples and I gasped.

  “Good girl,” he said it again and I could feel my knees shaking with desire. I wanted to see that cock. I wanted it inside me. He pulled me up in his arms again and set me on to the bar top as he took my lips into his mouth. This time, the kiss was even more hungry…if that was even possible, and my nipples brushed against his cold leather jacket and goosebumps erupted all over my skin.

  When he pulled away, I was gasping for breath but he had lowered his face. I arched my back, offering my breasts to him and he took my left nipple into his mouth. I weaved my fingers through his velvety hair as he sucked. I was half on the bar, half in his arms, my feet barely touching the floor as he licked and nibbled and sucked. It was some relief, even though my core had started protesting again. I needed that cock inside me.

  When his fingers dug into the skin of my belly, I shuddered.

  “I have to make sure you’re ready for me,” he said with an evil grin, as his fingers travelled down my bare belly and disappeared into my tight jeans. I remained in his arms, my back arched farther over the counter as his forefinger found it way between my legs. He seemed to be an expert at this and he knew how to stroke my clit, how to rub the nib so that my body was soaring. He didn’t stop roughly stroking me, bringing me to the edge while I rotated my hips, thrust it towards him. My gaze was pleading…I was begging him to fuck me without actually saying the words.

  Gunner smiled and released me. I was panting, my breasts heaving up and down as I supported myself on the counter with my hands. He stepped back, and started undressing. His jeans came off, then his jacket and t-shirt and he was finally down to his boxer briefs. I could see the mound where his cock was. He was definitely well endowed. Probably a little too big and he must have seen my eyes widen, because he smiled again.

  “Are you worried?” he asked and pulled them down. His cock hung engorged and throbbing between his legs now and I bit down on my lip. He was bigger than anyone I had before.

  “No,” I said confidently and Gunner strode up to me again.

  “Good,” he said and hooking his fingers on my jeans, he unbuttoned it with one hand and pulled my jeans down in an expert flourish. How many jeans had he taken off like this? I thought with an unexpected pang of jealousy. What was I jealous about? I was having a one night stand with a stranger in a locked up dark dive bar. What kind of sexual standards was I going to hold him up to?

  My white lace panties followed next and now we were both naked, staring at each other.

  Gunner pounced on me, flattening my body on the counter where I served my customers. He yanked me into position, just so that my legs dangled off the edge but my hips were at level with his.

  He parted my legs and my cheeks flushed. He was looking directly in between my legs now and he held the insides of my thighs to keep my legs parted.

  “So wet,” he grumbled under his breath as he pinched my fleshy thighs and in the next moment, his fingers had found my clit again. He was stroking, playing and rubbing till there was wetness dripping down the inside of my thighs. I was moaning, arching my back, with my eyes pressed closed and biting down on my lip.

  Gunner was rough with me. He wasn’t interested in soft slow romantic sex. He was giving me what I had signed up for. Rough quick sex on the counter. His fingers slid up and down my clit, playing and teasing me till I was throbbing and enlarged and practically begging him with my moans.

  When I opened my eyes, I saw that he wasn’t smiling anymore. He was looking at my body, closely studying me with firmly pressed lips. The tip of his forefinger gently parted the fleshy folds and I gasped as he slid a finger in. He looked up at me and our eyes met. Gunner had his jaws clenched as he slid his finger in and out of me.

  “You’re very tight. This is going to feel good,” he muttered, almost to himself and then tested out his middle finger. Now there were two fingers inside me and I rocked my hips to the motion. My hands traveled up to grab my breasts and hold them tightly as he prepared me for his cock.

  When his fingers slid out of me again, this time he didn’t thrust them back. Now he was holding his cock. His big angry cock, red at the tip, throbbing and emanating heat and he gently, with a strange tenderness, brushed the slit of my core. I moaned, arching my hips up in the air. He was holding my legs up by the ankles, keeping my body in place for him.

  The thrust of his cock came out of nowhere. I wanted it but I wasn’t expecting it and he didn’t take it slow. His cock plowed into me and I yelped from the pain mixed with the pleasure.

  “Gunner…” I moane
d, and he threw me a heated look. As if to say that I had signed up for this. He was right. He had given me a chance to back out, but I hadn’t. Now I had to take it without complaining, and I wasn’t really complaining either…

  He pulled his cock out of me and thrust into me again. I hadn’t slept with someone in nearly a year. I knew my body was tight and my wet folds enveloped his cock tightly as he pushed deeper and deeper into me. Those knots in my belly were beginning to come undone as he thrust into me with more force. Every time he pushed himself in, I wanted to scream out, but Gunner had his burning glacial blue gaze fixed on me. He was determined to make me come in minutes. It was like he had no patience for anything else.

  I could feel him big and strong inside me, stroking me in that spot which was the point of no return. A few more strokes and I was going to tip over the edge. He hadn’t stopped rubbing my clit with his fingers as well, so that now my orgasm came rushing down on me in waves.

  I came, screaming and moving my hips as he loomed over me. Thrusting and pushing himself to his own release. He let go of my legs and caught my waist as he emptied himself into me. I could feel his warm seed burying into me, as he grunted and plowed away like a machine.

  It wasn’t until my orgasm began to subside that I could hear and breathe and see again. Before that, I had been in my own world somewhere. Gunner pulled himself out of me without ceremony and I hadn’t even recovered my breath before he started putting his clothes back on.

  The goosebumps on my flesh returned. I was noticing the tattoos on his chiseled chest now, the ones on his biceps which trailed down his arms. Gunner had already put on his jeans and was pulling his t-shirt down over his head.

  So, this was it. We had both got what we wanted and I had no reason to complain.

  When he was done changing, to my surprise, he started picking up my clothes off the floor. He handed them back to me in a jumbled pile. I took them from him and held them tightly to my breasts, a little embarrassed of my nakedness now.

  “I live a block away. Do you want to come over? I wouldn’t want you to walk back to your place alone this time of the night,” he said and my heart nearly stopped. Gunner looked like the kind of guy who would want to have nothing to do with me, now that he had his orgasm.

  Instead, he smiled and helped me down from the counter.

  ***

  Gunner’s apartment wasn’t small but it was bare. I didn’t know anything about this man, but the least I could tell was that he wasn’t a big fan of making his place a home. There was a futon in the middle of the room which could have been a living room and I sat down on it, watching him pour me a glass of water from tap.

  “I would have offered you something to eat if I had any,” he said and I blushed and shook my head.

  “I’m not hungry,” I said to him and sipped from the glass of cold water. He sat down beside me on the futon and searched my eyes.

  “I’m sorry if I hurt you back there,” he said in a low deep voice.

  “You didn’t,” I managed to say, even though what I actually wanted to say was that I liked it. I hadn’t experienced this desperate need for sexual union with someone in a very long time, perhaps never.

  I placed the glass down on the floor beside me and sat back on the futon.

  “I’m not sure if you’ll be comfortable here but I just wanted you to be safe,” he said and I stared into his eyes. The darkness in his gaze was gone now and I imagined what he might look like when he laughed.

  Without another word, he reached for my hand. His hand was warm and large and I remembered how those fingers had slid into me earlier, and I felt a rise of that burning need again.

  “You’re a very beautiful woman,” he said and I blushed. When he looked at me, I felt like he was actually looking. And not just at my face or my breasts. Even though our relationship up until now had been entirely about sex, there was something else about him that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

  He stroked my skin and adjusted himself to sit facing me. The smile was returning to his face as he moved forward, closer to me. Instinctually, I slowly started lying down on the mattress while Gunner loomed over me. In the darkness, I could see his blue eyes glimmering and his hot breath fell on my face.

  I was hoping he’d kiss me, but he didn’t. Instead, his hands lifted up my t-shirt and he gently caressed my belly. When he bent down, I knew what he was going to do and I gasped. I heard the buttons on my jeans pop and then he was sliding them off my legs.

  It happened slowly and I could feel every scratch of the denim against my skin, the warm glow of his fingers on my skin, his breath falling on the wetness between my legs.

  “This will help you sleep,” I heard him say in the dark. I couldn’t see him anymore, and I stared up at the ceiling while his face hovered between my legs. I wanted him again, so soon…what was happening to me?

  Gunner stroked the sides of my legs as he lowered himself further. Till I felt the tip of his tongue gently graze my throbbing clit. I gasped and pulled myself up. He looked up at me and our eyes met.

  “Try and relax, Brooklyn,” he said and I positioned myself on my folded elbows so I could watch as he set my body on fire.

  Our eyes remained locked, while his mouth opened and he looked like he was about to take a bite. His lips fused with my core and I felt his tongue slide into me with a smooth velvety stroke. I moved my hips, thrilling at the sensation of having him inside me again.

  I watched him with my mouth hanging open, soft moans escaping while he pushed his tongue in and out of me and licked my clit. It was tantalizing, the tips of my fingers tingled from the sensation. He was taking it slow this time, which was a massive change from the ferocity of the bar.

  I felt light headed, like I had too much to drink and I could feel my mind swimming from the pleasure of his tongue. The soft strokes were rhythmic, almost mesmerizing as he brought me into a gentle lulling orgasm. He was right…I was going to pass out.

  Gently my orgasm built up and Gunner increased the pace of his strokes. He sucked and nibbled and thrust, using his tongue in magical ways to make me come. My wetness trickled out of me and into his mouth and he didn’t stop. I moaned loudly, holding the top of his head while my body shuddered as I came.

  Gunner released me only when my harsh breathing had subsided, after I fell back on to the futon with a plop. I felt his tongue sliding out of me and I tried to force my eyelids to remain open. But I was exhausted, and my body was at peace and I couldn’t bring myself to do anything other than fall into a deep slumber.

  I had no idea when he had laid down beside me, or when I had snuggled into his broad chest. I had woken up some time later, when the curtain-less windows streamed in bright orange rays of the morning sun. I was shocked with myself for what had happened the previous night. For sleeping with a complete stranger…not once but twice, and I gently wriggled out of his steely arms.

  As quietly as I could, I put my jeans back on and I stood above Gunner for a few moments, watching him sleep. He had his brows crossed, his face was hardened and dark and he looked like he was having a bad dream. He looked handsome but also dangerous, and I had to force myself to look away from him.

  It was time to go back home. My one night getaway was over.

  5

  Gunner

  I woke up with a gasp, springing up into a sitting position and realized that I was covered in a film of sweat and was breathing hard. I’d been dreaming about Jenson again and I had to blink severely to get my normal vision back.

  Immediately, I got a whiff of a female scent in the room and memories of the previous night came rushing back to me. I looked to my side and saw that Brooklyn wasn’t beside me. I fell back on to my futon with a sigh of relief. Glad that she wasn’t there to witness me having a nightmare.

  Staring up at the wall, I tried to recall every moment of the night. How her body had smelt, how beautifully delicious her curves were, how she moaned when she came and it brought a smile to my fac
e. It had been a long time since I could forget about everything else…my dad, Bryce, Jenson…everyone. In those few hours spent with Brooklyn, I had thought about nothing else except her body.

  My phone beeped and I got up to fish it out of my jeans. It was a text message from Glock, telling me to go to Church again. I ran a hand through my hair and flung my phone away, before walking into the bathroom for a quick shower before I left. I’d made a commitment to the club now and I had to come through on it.

  ***

  At the Rusty Pelican again, I was one of the last to arrive. The place was teeming with people, some of whom I’d been introduced to the previous night and some of whom I knew only by face. The club had at least a hundred members as far as I knew.

  Axel was sitting on a high bar stool again and he acknowledged my presence with a tip of his head, as I weaved through the crowd to find Glock. Tank, Hunter and Sniper were with him and we exchanged thumps on each other’s backs as the usual greeting. The men looked serious and ready for a big announcement.

  Around Axel, the other older members surrounded him. Ethan and Larry were in their fifties as well, and I knew had been friends with dad when he was alive. Even though I knew or knew of these men, I had never actually worked with any of them.

  “Quiet,” Axel called out and the din in the bar died out and everyone looked up at Axel’s authoritative face.

  “Firstly, lets welcome our newest member, Gunner,” he said and a few of the men clapped and Glock thumped me on my back again.

  “You’re getting the full celebrity treatment,” Glock said with a laugh and I grinned.

  “We’re proud to have you here, Gunner and now…getting down to business, I have an important announcement to make, so brace yourself,” Axel continued and another round of silence fell down on the group.

  “As you all know, we’ve been thinking of making some big changes around here. Namely, finding an alternate trade other than drugs,” Axel said and some of the men around us whispered to each other.