Chasing Gunner (Chasing Series Book 2)

by J. M Stoneback

  “Another one, seriously? You gave me a crap ton of gifts already. You bought me a brand-new camera, my cupcake business, paid off my student loans, and you gave me a black American Express card.”

  “Don’t forget the shares. I bought you a few shares in my banks too,” he says, a smile tugging at the end of his mouth.

  “I don’t even know what that means.” I shoot him a stern look.

  He strolls back to the bed, unfolds the papers, and hands it to me.

  “Rainbow, you’re my wife now, and I’m going to give you the world. I’m a giver, so get used to getting showered with gifts all the time. It’s one of the ways I say I love you.” His face looks as beautiful as an April rain shower.

  I smile inwardly as I look at this paperwork. “What am I looking at?”

  “Cora’s adoption papers have been signed, and she’s officially our daughter. She wanted me to give it to you.”

  Rylee is serving thirteen years in prison—two years for child abandonment, eight years for fraud, and three years for assault. We still haven’t told Cora about the charges, and when the day comes, we will be prepared. Speaking of our Chibi, she is staying with Alana and Darien until we get back from our honeymoon. I place the papers on the table, throw my hands over his shoulders, and rain kisses on his cheeks.

  “This is the best wedding gift ever. Thank you,” I say, and he slides between my legs, hovering over me and nudging my sex with his erection. My greedy vagina becomes wet.

  We might not be a typical family, but I love everything about it.

  “You’re welcome,” he says, and we make love until we’re both exhausted.

  My heart is so high on love that it’s going to overdose.

  Gunner

  Six months later

  “You’ve been cheating on me, you lying butthole! I thought you stopped being a whore, Wolf. We haven’t been married a whole year, and you’re already sleeping with someone else. I want you to pack your stuff and get out!” Gia tosses my phone at my head while we’re watching Baywatch and looks at Cora with tears in her eyes. “Cora is staying with me. I don’t care if she’s your sister, I signed the adoption papers too. I’ll fight you in court.” She balls up her tiny fist.

  “Cheating with whom?” I try to pull her toward me, but she jumps off the couch.

  “Don’t play dumb with me.” Her face turns red. “Sweetgirl98.” She wipes her tears with her palms. “You love her and miss her, can’t wait to have dinner with her on Tuesday.”

  I pick up the phone, read the gamer tag from the PlayStation app, and smile. “Rainbow, that’s Alana. She sends me messages from her PS4.”

  Ever since I got out of rehab I’ve been trying to repair my relationship with Alana. I’ve been giving her weekly updates on my life. I play video games with her and Cora online, and Gia and I go on double dates with her and Darien.

  “Oh.” Guilt etches her face. And she rushes to the kitchen.

  “Uh-oh, Gia is in one of her moods again,” Cora says, sitting next to me with her Nintendo Switch in her hand that I got her for her birthday three months ago, playing Super Smash Bros.

  Lately, Gia has been picking fights with me for no reason. Yesterday, she came by my office just to yell at me because I forgot to take out the trash, so I fucked her to shut her up. Turns out she was just horny. She doesn’t know how to verbalize when she wants my dick.

  We moved to the condo we shared. I gave Cora Gia’s old room. I sold my mansion, and Cora transferred to a private school here in New York City. Turns out she hated the school she was at; the kids were mean and bullied her because of her interest in anime.

  “It’s nine thirty. Put that game away and go to bed.”

  “But it’s a Saturday,” she whines.

  “You’ve got ballet in the morning and a playdate with Kim,” I shoot back. Cora hangs out with her when it’s Logan’s weekend to have his kids.

  “I’m too old for playdates. It’s called having a kickback, Tuxedo.” With that, she leaves the room.

  As I get up from the brown couch and stroll to the balcony, closing the glass door behind me, I grab my phone from my plaid pajama pocket and dial Alana’s number. She picks up on the third ring.

  “I don’t know what to do about Gia, Alana. She’s moody and accused me of cheating on her. With you.” I rub my forehead as I stare out at the night sky, I can smell the musky scent from the rain earlier and the city is alive below us.

  Alana laughs through the phone. “Of course she is. It’ll pass, Gunner. When the second trimester hits, she’ll get better. When I was pregnant with Cydney I accused Darien of sleeping with his PA. He wasn’t, I ju—”

  “Hold the fuck up. Gia is pregnant?” I ask in shock. My hands shake, and my heart beats a million times faster.

  “Um, I’ve got to go. I gotta do something,” she says quickly.

  “You better not hang up, Alana Casey. You tell me right now if my wife is pregnant,” I demand.

  She sighs in the phone. “She came by a few days ago, scared she was pregnant and didn’t know how to tell you. I told her she should do it at Sunday dinner while we’re all there for support.”

  We have Sunday dinner at my ma’s house, which my ma started for Gia since she doesn’t have any family. She wants Gia to feel like she has a family and support.

  “Don’t be mad, Gunner.”

  I hang up the phone and move to the kitchen. Gia struggles to open a jar of pickles and a big bowl of strawberry ice cream sits on the counter. Come to think of it, her tits are twice as big, and when I fucked her this morning, she told me not to touch them because they are sore. And her nipples are turning a dark color. I just thought it was her birth control fucking with her body. She looks up at me with frustration on her face and slides the jar across the granite counter.

  “Please, open this?” she asks.

  “You don’t eat salty food with sweets.” I open the lid and slide the jar to her.

  “Thank you.” She ignores my statement. I shit you not, she dips the pickle into the ice cream, bites into it and moans loudly like she just ate the best thing in the world. That’s just fucking gross.

  “Are you pregnant?” I fold my arms across my chest. Her face turns white and tears spring to her eyes. “It’s okay. Don’t cry, Rainbow.” I stride to her and pull her into my arms. “Is that why you’ve been picking fights with me?”

  She nods her head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you. Every time I try I couldn’t get the words out. When I brought up the subject about kids while we were in Japan you said you didn’t want them right now. I thought you were going to be mad or hate me.”

  I remember that conversation clear as day; we took a trip to Tokyo, Japan, for Cora’s birthday and we walked around Ueno Park. Gia snapped pictures of a family and she asked me if I wanted kids soon. I told her no, not right now, maybe in the next ten years, and she agreed to it. She said she thinks she wouldn’t be a good ma because she never had a role model in her life.

  “I’m not mad or hate you. I think you interpreted what I said wrong. I didn’t want to have kids right now because I’m a greedy bastard, and I want you all to myself. But I’m fucking happy you are carrying my child.” I stroke her right arm.

  “Really?” She smiles through her tears and I nod my head. “Well, thank God.” She finishes the small pickle, and I cup her cheeks, staring into her eyes. This beautiful woman is carrying my child.

  “How far along are you?” I give her Eskimo kisses and a huge smile spreads across her face.

  “Two months. When I did my yearly pap smear my doctor told me I was pregnant,” she murmurs. My mouth attacks hers, I kiss her senseless, and my dick grows so hard that it aches. Pulling away, I bend, pull her yellow tank top up, and kiss her hard belly before straightening and pulling her into my arms.

  “I love you, Rainbow.” I place my lips on her neck.

  “I love you, too, Wolf,” she moans.

  She’s everything I want
and need. Our life might not be perfect, but it’s ours, and I enjoy every second of it. She helps me fight my demons every day and loves me unconditionally. And that wakes me up every morning. I got the woman I’ve been dreaming about for almost a decade. And it feels fan-fucking-tastic.

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  J.M. writes new adult, and contemporary romance. When she is not reading and writing about hot guys, she is spending time with her boys and husband. Travel, food, video games, and anime are her hobbies.

  I would like to thank my husband and my sister being my biggest cheerleader.

  I would like to think Stacey for making my book look pretty on the inside.

  I would like to thank Letitia for the awesome book cover.

  I would like to thank my editor as well for help making this book awesome.

  Chasing Series

  Chasing Darien (republish summer 2019)

  Chasing Gunner

  The Defy Us series

  Love Defies Us (Prequel) ( Fall 2019)

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