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

by Samantha Leal

  “I just need you to stop talking Michael. I need you now.”

  She was always demanding, but never as much as she was then. Jessa didn’t want to talk or take away from the shivers that ran through her body. Michael knew that she was in dire need and his hands went between their bodies, pressing up against her core to feel the heat. “Are you ready for me?”

  Jessa didn’t answer, pushing her skirt up and allowing his hand to go underneath it. She knew that he had all of the answer that he needed as he pushed up against her panties. Jessa heard the sharp intake of breath. “Is that ready enough for you?”

  Michael gritted his teeth and nodded his head that it was enough. Sliding his fingers underneath her panties, she groaned and closed her eyes. Michael’s fingers delved and played with her as she squirmed and whimpered above him. Her head rested on his shoulder as Jessa rubbed herself against him. He loved to hear the sounds of her pleasure; feel it on his fingertips.

  Pulling his hand free, Michael tasted her need and moved to kiss her and let her do the same. Jessa was moaning and her body was eager for more. She didn’t have to say anything; just the way she vibrated against him told him all that he needed to know.

  “Stand up.”

  Jessa did so without hesitation. He didn’t take over very often, but when he did, she loved every minute of it. “Take that off.”

  He meant her dress, and she only paused for a second before pulling it over her head. She had nothing but her panties on underneath and his dark blue eyes scorched the skin that was revealed to him with his gaze. “If I died right now Jessa, I would be a happy man.”

  She let out a soft giggle and pulled her hair down from the pins holding it up. “Is that really what you want to talk about right now?”

  Michael didn’t want to talk about anything, and when she stepped towards him, there was nothing he could do but try to hide his trembling. “Now it's your turn Michael. All of this talking has me weary. I don’t want to talk. I want to feel.”

  His hands were quick on his pants, tugging them down as he sat up halfway to get them down. She was on him before he could step out of them, his jeans at his ankles as she climbed on top of his muscular thighs. Lifting herself up ever so gently, Jessa positioned him below her. Their eyes met and she paused, as if she was waiting for something. Michael moaned when he felt the wet heat that the head of his rod was buried against. He tried coax her down, needing to feel her hot walls enveloping him.

  “Oh fuck, Jessa.”

  She let out a soft, taunting laugh and remained unrelenting in her teasing. She knew he needed it, and could see the beads of sweat on his brow, but she knew that he wouldn’t take her by force. He wanted permission. Michael always loved it when he made her beg. It was time that she returned the favor. He had been the only man that could make her forget everything. She needed that; needed the numbing effects of his pleasure. The look on his face was just a bonus. His eyes were dark and stormy, silently begging her to let gravity have its way.

  He grimaced and sat up to meet her halfway. “Please, Jessa.”

  Leaning in, she whispered in his ear how hot that was to hear. The movement made him move an inch, just enough to engulf the tip of his member. Her body curled around him, squeezing it as she said all of the dirty things she was going to do with him, and make him do to her.

  His large hands went to her hips and rubbed the smooth flesh. He looked down at their groins, groaning as he gazed upon the subject of her game, where their bodies were barely allowed to meet. He didn’t want her just hovering and teasing. He needed to dive in and feel the overwhelming embrace that he knew waited for him. “Please, Jessa.”

  “You either take it how you want it, or you let me take my time.”

  She didn’t think he would do anything. He was always so gentle and conscious of her boundaries, but there was something different in his eyes. Instead of letting her toy with him, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist and pressed her down. Jessa was not expecting it and her grip tightened on his shoulders. She cried out in unexpected bliss and he muffled her sound with a deep kiss. He loved the way she sounded, so needy, and it was always his name that he wanted to hear.

  His own groan was silenced by their her tongue moving into his mouth. Her tightness was welcoming, but also painful as she squeezed tighter, silently ordering his movement as well. Michael gave her no time to move, holding her still as his hips rutted up inside of her.

  Pulling his lips away, he wanted to hear her moans and whimpers as he pushed into her over and over again. Jessa was trying to slow him down, trying to give herself a moment, but he was relentless and she was quickly lost. Clenching his neck and his member, every muscle in her body tightened. It was almost painful as she was swept over with a wave of pleasure. Her reaction had the same effect on him that it always did, pulling him down further into her debauchery.

  With her name on his lips, he filled her full of his hot seed. Her mind went to the what-ifs. What if she had his baby? It was all she could think about, even as he pushed her over another cliff of need. Then she could think of nothing but the way he felt inside of her. She tried to move, needing to catch her breath, but he stopped her.

  “Please, Michael.”

  “You said I had to take it like I wanted it. And I'm not done."

  “I can’t believe you took it.”

  He chuckled. “Well you shouldn’t have tempted me. You know how guys are with a challenge.”

  Jessa put her head down, her face flushed and Michael still throbbing inside of her, jerking as she moved. He leaned in and she could feel the tickle of his breath on her ears. “Besides, I didn’t take anything that you weren’t willing to give.”

  Another shiver ran through her before she pulled back and tried to look at his face. Her eyes closed as the thickness between her legs started to harden up. She moaned. There was no talking to him when he was inside of her. It was impossible. The man had a way of making her forget everything. In that moment, she barely knew her own name.

  “I can’t think when you're in me.”

  Another laugh and he thrust up as his hands on her hips pressed her down. “Good thing I don’t need you to think right now, huh?”

  Jessa whimpered. She knew that they had much to say, questions that had to be answer. She didn’t know if he was going to like to hear about her offer or if she wanted to hear about what had happened with Billy, but in that minute, none of it really mattered. All that really mattered was the feel of his hot skin on hers, slick with sweat and the cool breeze rushing over their bodies. Tomorrow was for worry. That night just needed to be about pleasure; neither one having enough strength for both.

  THE END

  Finding Love in a Dark World: Book 4

  Cynthia Wilde

  Copyright ©2015 by Cynthia Wilde. All rights reserved.

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  “Are we just not going to talk about what happened?”

  Jessa shrugged. There were many things that they needed to talk about, but as she lay in Michael’s arms, all words seemed inadequate to describe how she felt, and there was nothing much to say. The week’s events had all been strange, bordering on bizarre, and she just wanted to forget about it all. And both Jessa and her son and Mike and the boy he had picked up in the abandoned city had their own unbelievable experiences while they had been separated. It was all because she had ordered Michael to seek justice for her son’s injury. Jessa wanted to know what happened with Billy, the ruthless bastard who had initiated the attack, but at the same time, she considered the possibility that maybe she didn’t need to know.<
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  It was only right to hear what Michael had to say though, especially considering she was the one that sent him into the dangerous wilderness after the man. It had been a tit for tat back and forth; a series of unfortunate events that all began because one man refused to understand the meaning of the word “No.” Jessa was still shocked by the plethora of problems that Chase had managed to cause her and those she loved. She replayed the scene over and over again in her head, wondering if there had been a better course of action for her to take, but every time she did so she realized that she had done what she had needed to do. He had ended up dead, but it would have been either him or her. She chose herself, as all people had been forced to do once the nuclear fallout had finally come to a dead stop, leaving only those lucky enough to remain with a deep drive to preserve themselves.

  “Do you really want to talk? Right now? When we could be doing something else?”

  He shrugged with a small grin, indicating that he was okay with waiting. Jessa didn’t want to be bothered with a and had no problem using her body to silence him about it. Jessa giggled as Michael kissed her and pulled her down into his lap. She sighed contentedly. After all that had gone wrong, for the time being everything was going well. She wanted to relax, but in the back of her mind she was wondering how long their happiness would be able to last.

  It took a while before they finally exhausted themselves completely. They collapsed together on the bed, and Jessa buried her head in the crook of her arm as she realized that Michael was ready to talk again. He wouldn’t let her pretend that she was sleeping, she was too genuine a person to be great at faking anything, and he poked her, indicating that he was waiting for her to talk to him.

  Michael and Jessa seemed to be opposites when it came to communicating their feelings. Jessa was the strong, silent type, never one to blab incessantly about anything. She would have been more than happy if she could get away with solely communicating with her body, but it didn’t look like that was going to be an option tonight. She had worn herself out, but he somehow had more energy.

  “Don’t you want to know what happened with Billy?”

  She shook her head.

  “Not really. All I want to know is if it was done or not, so I don’t have to worry. The fact that you’re back tells me all I need to know. I assume that it’s finished. Nothing more needs to be said about it. But if you want to talk about it, I, of course, want to hear it.”

  Jessa left the decision open-ended, but she was already feeling guilt for sending him out on such a dangerous journey with young Milo to begin with. She shouldn’t have put it on them to go get Billy, it was her vengeance, but Michael had done it without hesitation, and she knew it was because he loved her. Michael would do anything she asked him to do, as long as it didn’t involve him leaving her. That was something that he was clear that he wouldn’t do, no matter what, and Jessa loved him for it

  “I don’t have to talk about it. It isn’t going to make me feel any better, really. But I am wondering why there were all those tracks out front.”

  She sighed and pushed herself up off of his chest. Her ear was sweaty and her face was getting red as he watched her. He had his full attention fixed on her. It was clear that he was no longer thinking about the tracks outside, and she couldn’t help but blush. She wondered if he knew how wild his blue eyes made her feel as they darkened.

  “Haven’t you had enough?” she asked, still feeling fairly exhausted from the last stretch of passion they had shared.

  He leaned in to kiss her and fondle her bare breast. She pushed him away and put some distance in between their bodies.

  “Never. Besides, I figured that you would try to seduce me to change the subject again.”

  “You caught that huh?”

  “Not that I mind,” he said with a grin, stroking her cheek. “But why won’t you tell me what happened and where you guys were?”

  She could tell that it was bothering him, and Jessa found herself worn down. Finally, she inhaled deeply and told him about how she’d been forced to leave Shane defenseless to look for food. She had to reveal the shameful secret she’d kept to herself; that when she had come back, Shane had been missing. Her son had been left vulnerable because of how she had sent Mike and Milo away after Billy, and could have been killed. Fortunately, she had tracked Shane and his captors back to the other camp. Jessa told Michael a little bit about the people who had captured Shane, but she was hesitant to tell him about the strange request.

  “So how did you pay them back for helping? Did they ask something of you? It seems like everyone needs something these days.”

  “They did ask something, but I had to decline. It wouldn’t have been right.”

  That seemed to get his attention. Jessa wasn’t really the type to turn down someone in need, and it made him very curious to find out why she would have refused them. She didn’t say anything more than that though, so he ventured a small push.

  “So you’re not going to tell me what the request was?”

  Jessa sighed. She knew she was going to have to fess up about it eventually. She had never been one for secrets and she didn’t want to keep it from him. But she didn’t necessarily want to tell him either.

  “I was asked to mate with one of their men,” she finally said with a heavy sigh.

  He was sitting up fully now. “Wait? What?”

  “Don’t get mad. I think they’ve spent too much time in the hot zone. It’s made them kind of weird. Anyway, it was awkward but they were okay with my decision either way. And I refused, of course.”

  “Is that why you were so turned on when you came in?”

  She could feel the hot burn of her cheeks growing deep red and she turned away. It was hard to say that it didn’t have something to do with it. She didn’t lie.

  “A little. You should have seen the look in their eyes. Like they were starving for it. So yeah…it got me a little hot and bothered.”

  He pulled her to him and kissed her. “I don’t like the idea of you and someone else. I am glad you said no, because it would kill me to think of you with anyone besides me.”

  Jessa kissed him to silence his words. “Stop thinking about it then. I said no and came back to you. That is what was always going to happen, but I can’t say that it didn’t turn me on a little bit. It’s hot to think about it. I bet that if a tribe of Amazons were to beg you for your seed, you would have to think about it.”

  The grin that spread over his face was all of the answer she needed.

  “See.”

  “Well you had to say ‘Amazons.’ You know how I love me a nice, tall, badass chick.” His punctuated his words with kisses that were heading to her neck, and Jessa shivered. He didn’t seem to know how good it felt and she was again convinced that she needed more. She was soon reminded that it had been more than enough, but Michael was addictive.

  ***

  The next morning, the group got up and everyone settled into their routine as they had before. Jessa was eager to get out of the city. She couldn’t get the night before out of her mind, disturbed by the way their minds had been a little bit sketchy. There was something off about them, and she knew from experience that the same was true of many of the people in the city. Jessa was sure that it had something to do with the lasting radiation. She could feel it in the air, and something told her that it was time to move on. She had been far too lucky as of late and Jessa was superstitious. Good luck brought company, and she didn’t want to push it.

  “Why don’t we leave today, Michael? I know that there isn’t anything to eat close to here. It’s pointless to stay. I have a little that we can take with us, so I think we should move on before something else happens here. This spot has been terrible luck.”

  “We can do that Jessa, but you don’t have to worry about Billy anymore.”

  Michael hadn’t told her about the beasts that had cornered them in the night, or the hunters that had come to kill the beasts, dragging them home for a feas
t. He also didn’t mention how Billy had actually died, or the men who had turned him into lunch. When he thought more about it, Michael was sure that they should leave as well. It was the best thing they could do, considering what had been going on lately. They had never planned to stay anyways. It had just become something of a home base after the attack that had injured Shane’s head. They had only taken the route through the city because they had no other choice. At least they had found Milo.

  They packed up what little supplies they had and headed east. It took a while of traveling before Jessa finally started to feel a little better about being where they were. The city was becoming further and further away, and that was completely okay with her. It was like every other place she had left. It would be good for a few moments before going to hell.

  Shane was unusually quiet and Jessa furrowed her eyebrows in worry. She hoped that his silence was due to his body using excess energy so he could try to get over the head injury. He was moving a little slower and Jessa made sure to slow down with him so that he didn’t feel like he was holding them up. Michael and Milo took the cue and they ambled across the over-grown roads at a slower pace.

  Milo had been missing Shane while they had been separated, and took the opportunity to catch up with him. He initiated conversation and the boys played games of I-spy. It was good to hear her son having such a good time. Without the mention of the few crazy, bad moments, everything had been looking up since they had left the small community behind, where they had met Michael and Chase had met his doom. Jessa had worried how things would work out, but it came down to the fact that there was a new community building as they moved towards the hopes of a better future. But in every community, there were rules to follow, and killing founding members was looked down upon.