GUNNER: MC ROMANCE (Forsaken Riders MC Romance Book 4)

by Samantha Leal

  Cindy blushed and preened, Ciara automatically reached up a hand to straighten her hair and Caitríona resisted the urge to slap Cindy.

  “They were just leaving,” she said.

  “We were?” Ciara asked.

  “Well, weren’t you?” Caitríona asked, glaring at her sister.

  “Not on my account I hope?” Alec said, amusement clear in his husky voice.

  Sam reappeared just then with a twin in either arm. It was remarkable how both girls had managed to paint lipstick on their eyebrows and cheeks in less than two seconds. The bright red and pink lipstick smeared every part of their little faces, making them look like Halloween celebrators.

  Caitríona chuckled, “You do need to go home, Cici,” she told her sister, eyeing the devilish glint in the twins’ eyes. They apparently had more mischief up their sleeves.

  With a nod, Ciara swept everyone out the door, barely giving Sam time to size up Alec and proffer a hard hand for his handshake.

  When they were finally alone, Alec grinned down at her. “I missed you,” he said.

  Then she was in his arms and he was kissing her; open-mouthed, intense kisses that made her toes curl as she wound her arms around his neck. Desire coursed through her as she clung to him, and in two seconds, she was wet. Alec always seemed to have that effect on her, she mused dimly. Just one touch and she was good and ready. How had she ever thought that she was over him, she wondered?

  His hands trailed expertly down to her chest and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. Caitríona moaned into his mouth, almost light-headed with passion as he loved her with his lips.

  “I can’t wait! I have missed this for more than two months,” he growled as he bent her over the back of a sofa and deftly raised her skirt.

  Caitríona looked back at him over her shoulder, her heart in her eyes as he hurriedly unbuckled his fly. His gaze met hers and he leaned forward and took her lips in a slow, tender kiss as he slid into her pussy from behind, sheathing himself to the hilt in one deft move.

  Caitríona gasped automatically as she wriggled her hips beneath his, moaning into his mouth as he began to rock against her, thrusting into her again and again and again.

  His hand reached in front of her and began to squeeze her breast, kneading the swollen flesh tenderly as he made wild torrid love to her. His other hand reached in front of her and stroked her tiny nub of flesh rhythmically as moisture seeped onto his fingers.

  Caitríona moaned, her breath thin and wild as she strained against his hand while his finger played with her clit and his large dick plowed into her from behind. She was losing her mind, she thought frantically, almost sobbing as he loved her.

  “You are so wet, baby,” Alec crooned.

  “Yes! Please!” she moaned, not even knowing what she was begging for.

  He increased his tempo, fucking her faster, faster, harder until she was coming apart in his arms and screaming his name, bucking and undulating beneath his large powerful body with the force of her orgasm.

  Caitríona drifted back to earth slowly, aware that Alec had stopped moving. Apparently, he had come too, she realized as he leaned forward and pecked her cheek lightly, before pulling out of her and sliding to the floor in the semblance of a dead faint.

  Caitríona groaned, surprised to find her legs could barely support her. She slowly lowered herself onto the floor beside him and sprawled on his chest, her hair falling into her eyes as she strove to regain her breath.

  “That was amazing,” he gasped, his hand coming up to hold her close to him.

  Caitríona dropped a light kiss onto his chin, too winded to reply.

  “You’re amazing,” he repeated, one large hand caressing her back as he held her tighter.

  Caitríona murmured. “You’re not bad yourself.”

  Alec chuckled and his hands tightened around her. She must have dozed off because about thirty minutes later, she dimly realized that someone was kissing her nipples, and biting them gently.

  Still half-asleep, she murmured, “Alec, all this sex can’t be good for the baby.”

  It was when he froze against her that she realized what she had said. Her eyes shot open in dismay and she stared up at him, her wide gray eyes clashing with his.

  “Um, I didn’t mean”

  “Are you pregnant?” he asked.

  Caitríona stared up into his green eyes. She should lie; she had to. She couldn’t bear to trap him for life, chaining him with a child he didn’t want.

  She licked her lip, “Alec”

  “The truth,” he said quietly. “Don’t I deserve that much at least?”

  He was right, he did deserve to know he had fathered a child. She nodded.

  His eyes searched hers, wide and disbelieving, while she nervously waited for his reaction. He was so busy conquering Wall Street, surely he wouldn’t want

  For the third time in a row, Alec didn’t let her complete a train of thought. He leaned down and tenderly, reverently, kissed her.

  Heat engulfed her anew and she squirmed in his arms.

  “Marry me,” he said the moment he lifted his head.

  “”You’re crazy,” she accused, even as she determinedly squashed the inexplicable rush of pleasure at his words.

  “Yes. About you. Marry me.”

  Caitríona shook her head stubbornly. “I can’t marry you just because you feel guilty about the baby.”

  His green eyes blazed into hers for a minute then he dipped one hand into his jean pocket and produced a velvet box. He flicked it open with one hand to reveal a diamond ring nestled in the middle.

  Her eyes widened.

  “This was never about the baby, Caitríona. I came here tonight intending to ask you to be my wife because I love you. Please say you’ll marry me.”

  Caitríona reached up and slowly pulled his head down to hers as she took his lips in a wild, tumultuous kiss of her own. This man drove her wild with lust every chance he got; it was time she did the same, she decided as she rolled, taking him with her and placing him beneath her body.

  “I love you too and yes, I’ll marry you,” she vowed softly as she took him into her body again and began to show him just how much she loved him.

  THE END

  My Second Chance Billionaire

  Katrina Bliss

  Copyright ©2016 by Katrina Bliss. All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic of mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 1

  Sue had been rummaging through the desk drawer for the past hour and eventually, sank back in the leather armchair with a deep sigh. Vincent was giving her a run for her money, literally, and she was tired of trying to draw neat divides between what they had owned together as a couple for ten years. She didn’t want to have to sell the house, that is the last thing she wanted to do, but if Vincent’s lawyers got their way, she would have to do exactly that. Who was she kidding? The lawyers were working on Vincent’s biddings.

  She sighed again and took a large gulp of whiskey from one of Vincent’s glasses, swirling the amber liquid around in her hand. She wasn’t being sentimental, she insisted on that to herself, but the room reminded her of him. The early days of their marriage, when they had just moved into this house, had still been good. Vincent had recently published his first novel and was working on his second, which meant that he spent nearly the whole day cooped up in this study. Sue would pop her head in around dinner time and he would look up at her, a dazed and confused expression on his face, and smile. That was until his second novel received no reviews, at least no positive ones, and it was all downhill from
there.

  Sue took another large swig of the whiskey and decided she needed some distraction, at least for a few minutes. Their shared computer, the one neither of them used in the past few years when laptops were purchased individually, was lying neglected and dusty on the desk. Sue ran a finger over the keyboard, collecting brownish dust on her forefinger-tip, which she then scraped off on the edge of the table.

  She pressed the Power button, which brought the computer back to life from its long slumber, and waited while the system updated itself. When the screen finally awoke, an old photograph of them greeted her as the wallpaper. Sue, her fawn colored hair flying to the side, her younger triangular smile had overtaken her face and she had her long skinny arms around the man she was about to marry. Vincent, with his flamboyant beard, smiled too. His smile looked genuine enough and he seemed content and happy to have Sue’s arms around his neck. She remembered the photograph, it was taken on their first and last vacation together, a few months before they married. She struggled to recognize the two people in the picture as she stared at it longer. Those two people looked happy, he looked happy and in love. Perhaps, he was happy now. Perhaps, he was happy now with the skinny arms of his new girlfriend around his neck.

  Sue clicked furiously on the browser icon. She wanted his face out of her line of vision. However, the first thing she did was log into her social media page. She hadn’t bothered looking up Vincent’s profile before, to stalk his recent activity and maybe if she was lucky, catch a glimpse of the new girlfriend. But, she was in the mood today. The whiskey was making her lightheaded all right, but it made her feel a little invincible too. She wanted to take a peek into his new life.

  He had removed her from his Friends-list. In fact, he had blocked her completely. Sue typed his name in frantically over and over again, hoping it had been some kind of technical glitch the first…ten times. She finally gave up, after fifteen minutes of trying to dig up his profile. He had removed her from his social connections with a certain severity, with almost professional perfection. Surprisingly, rather than the grief she was expecting to feel to be rather rudely shown the door out of his personal life after more than ten years of sharing a life together, Sue was more angered by the fact that she hadn’t thought of it first. She should have shown him the door, blocked him out of her online presence. She banged the table with her fist in rage and immediately, picked up the glass again, to drain it of its contents.

  She sank back in the chair and instinctively, started scrolling down her social media page, blankly staring at photographs of kids and smiling families, photographs of vacations, links to news articles, a few online eyesight test results that all her friends seemed to be taking these days. Sue laughed to herself, she knew she was being a maudlin bore, but there was no denying that she was pushing forty and alone all over again. The silly eyesight tests and photographs of grown up kids were proof enough that they were all getting old. She was too tired to start over again.

  In the middle of her self-pitying thoughts, her attention fell on a news story that one of her old friends from college had shared. She read the title three times over, with rapt attention, her back straight as a lamp-post now, before she clicked on the link. ‘Newcastle Alumnus, Gerard Tate in this year’s Forbes Richest in America List’. The link opened up and the smiling, older face of Gerard Tate stared back at her. Graying hair, the same sparkling brown eyes, arms crossed over his chest and Sue didn’t miss the Steel Explorer Rolex on his wrist.

  The link was an updated profile of him and Sue read every word of it. While she was vacationing in Mauritius with her fiancé, Gerard wrote the code for a hacking program and set up a company from his parents’ garage. When Sue married Vincent and they invested in a house they couldn’t afford, Gerard’s new company was shaking things up in the Silicon Valley. While Sue’s husband’s failing career and their inevitably doomed marriage sent her down a dizzying spiral of depression, Gerard’s company had begun to rake in millions; no tech-company in the Silicon Valley could afford to ignore the security services that he could provide them with. Now that she was officially divorced, sitting alone in a house she was going to have to sell, Gerard Tate was, perhaps, sitting in his living room, gazing at the city skyline from his penthouse, eating caviar and champagne, smiling proudly at his children while his gorgeous supermodel wife ran her fingers through his hair.

  Sue stood up suddenly; she knew she was allowing her imagination to run wild, but she couldn’t control her anger, for some reason. She felt lonely, a failure and slightly drunk, and she paced around the study with her brows crossed. Every few minutes, she returned to the computer screen to take a look at Gerard’s smiling face again. She couldn’t believe how ridiculously cruel the joke was. The boy she had dated in college, the boy who she had given up because he locked himself in his garage for days together, was now a billionaire. So many bad choices, Sue said aloud, admonishing herself as she shook her head like a disappointed school principle.

  The tears came soon, hot and uncontrollable. She plonked herself down on the couch as she cried loudly, in the empty house. She had been angry with Vincent, but Gerard’s success, his happy and fulfilled life made her sad, made her regret every decision she had ever made. The memory of Gerard’s smiling face filled her mind and she burst into tears again. She could see him standing in his Khaki pants and an old striped shirt, his backpack hung loosely from his back. He was waiting for her outside her class and she ran towards him, his smile grew. She remembered it like it was yesterday. She pressed her face against his chest as they embraced tightly. He smelled of coffee and doughnuts, probably all he ate in the past twenty-four hours.

  “I hadn't seen you in a day. I missed you,” she heard him say and she looked up to stare at his handsome face.

  “I wish you would make your breakthrough already, so we could spend some time together, finally,” Sue said, his eyes held her gaze confidently. She could see he worshipped her.

  “Soon,” he said before he bent his head down to kiss her. Even now, as she sat alone on her couch, trying hard to hold back another volley of tears, she could feel his full lips on hers. He kissed her with an intensity she hadn’t experienced after him. That thought immediately led to the memory of Vincent returning home after a book tour. Sue opened the door for him and flung her arms around her husband.

  “I missed you Vincent!” she squealed and showered his face with adoring kisses. Vincent only peeled her arms off him and hurried into the house past her.

  “Vincent?” she called after him as she heard the sound of the door of his study shut behind him.

  Chapter 2

  Sue woke up in a dark room. She had clearly fallen drunkenly asleep a while ago. She sat up on the couch and wiped the crusted dribble from her mouth. Drawing the folds of her cardigan around her, she stood up from the couch, drawn towards the bright light from the computer screen. She didn’t have to check her watch to know that it was very late, way past midnight.

  She sat down on the armchair again and saw her email inbox open on the screen. She had no recollection of her actions, after she had discovered Gerard’s news article. As her eyes adjusted to the glaring brightness of the screen, her heart stopped. The first unread email in her inbox was from the username Gerard.T. Panicked thoughts raced through her mind as she tried desperately to recall what she had emailed him. She could see her hands shaking as she clicked on the email and instead of reading his response, she scrolled down directly to her initial message to him.

  Dear Gerard,

  I have only recently discovered your immense success and would like to congratulate you on it. We should meet up!

  Best wishes,

  Sue

  A soft moan escaped her lips as she read the message all over again, cringing the whole time. The fact that she was embarrassed by it, was to say the least. She used her fingers to roughly massage her throbbing temples as she scrolled up to read his response. He had apparently emailed her back in half an hour’s time.
Polite and punctual as ever.

  Dear Sue,

  Great to hear from you after ages. Thank you for your well wishes. Yes, I would love to catch up. Friday at 5PM at Queen of Tarts?

  Regards,

  Gerard

  Regards? Regards! The word seeped into her consciousness like poison. His entire message embarrassed her; she wondered if he could tell that she had written to him in a fit of rage and loneliness. That it had been a message of spite? Then again, she couldn’t be sure what her sentiments had been when she had emailed him. She shook her head and shut her eyes tightly. This was going to be a disaster, she was convinced of it. An ex-lover flaunting his success and happiness in her face was the opposite of what she needed in these lonely times and she was the one to blame for having brought this upon herself.

  She hurriedly switched the computer off and caught a quick parting glimpse of their vacation photograph. She nearly spat on Vincent’s digital face.

  •••

  Sue was early, thankfully. This gave her a chance to survey the place and try to grow comfortable in her surroundings before Gerard joined her. She had spent the last three days trying to distract herself from the impending meeting. She tried to coach herself in front of the mirror to deliver the most casual and nonchalant greeting when she would finally meet him, but she knew she wasn’t prepared. How could she be prepared for this? They hadn’t met in twenty years, they had parted ways on unfriendly terms and now, she had foolishly gone and invited him for a meeting during the worst phase of her life. She was convinced she would make a fool of herself.

  She had chosen a simple lilac knee-length dress after much deliberation. A dark purple shawl, the color of blackcurrants, was wrapped around her shoulders as she sat at a corner table, overlooking the fountain in the square. Her hair was still fawn, but she usually pinned it up in a chignon these days, instead of letting it fall loosely around her shoulders as she used to. She sat with her legs crossed, her hands on her lap while her black strappy sandals peeped out from the sides of the tablecloth.