Margo rubbed her swollen belly, letting out a little groan as Gunner’s arm slid around her waist. His lips brushing against the back of her head in a gentle kiss that made her heart skip a beat. She adored when Gunner touched her in such a loving way because it let her know he cared about her. She realized suddenly that he did little things like that kiss, or the way he’d taken her hand when they were at her mom’s, often brining a smile to her lips.
“You okay, babe?” he asked from behind her, sounding worried.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just really uncomfortable from all the food you stuffed in me,” Margo moaned, laughing a little at the grimace he gave when she tilted her head up to look at him above her.
“Sorry about that, I might have gone a little overboard. I was just so damned mad that they were telling you to go on a diet when I think you’re damned gorgeous, just the way you are. You have to know that what they were saying is bullshit. You don’t need a diet, hell, it could be dangerous for you to cut calories the way you eat.” Gunner was cupping her hips and staring into her eyes, his own clouded with worry that she might still be upset.
“I know that I’m not the typical skinny mini and I haven’t been since I turned eight. Everyone comes in different sizes and I think the world would be a much happier place if they accepted that and moved on. I mean even when I would struggle to do one of my mom’s fad diets, I never really lost more than ten pounds.” Margo shrugged her shoulders.
“Skinny girls are too bony and there isn’t anything for a man to hold onto and we both know how much I love your boobs.” He wiggled his eyebrows, making her laugh and pull away from him as she turned to head into the building.
“Such a typical male. Now I know the truth, it’s my boobs you’re interested in, not me.” Margo didn’t have to wait long for a reaction to her teasing. Gunner’s hand swatted her butt hard. Margo squealed and rubbed the offended area with a little glare at the big bully who’d made her ass hurt.
“Nope, I like every inch of you and when we get upstairs I’ll show you just how much.” Gunner brushed a kiss along her neck as they entered the elevator.
“Not for at least an hour until my stomach stops aching from all the food you stuffed into me,” Margo insisted and rubbed her belly again feeling a little miserable. She glanced at Gunner as the elevator jerked upwards, laughing when she noted that he was pouting because she was going to make him wait for sex.
Gunner’s hand slid along her thigh slowly inching up the shirt she’d thrown on when they began watching this movie thirty minutes ago. Margo pushed his hand back down because she wanted to see how long it would take him to start sliding it up her thigh again. She didn’t have any doubts that it wouldn’t happen, she knew he was horny. She could feel his hard dick pressing against her back, inside the sweat pants he was wearing. He’d changed into the sweat pants when she’d put on the baggy t-shirt that fell below her basic black panties, that she typically wore to bed when Gunner wasn’t with her.
Margo hid her slight smile behind a fake yawn when his hand slipped beneath the hem of her shirt again, seconds after she’d shoved it away. He rubbed little circles on her inner thigh slowly moving up her leg inch by inch making her glad she’d shaved when she was in the shower earlier. They were lying on the couch with her back lying against his front while they watched Aliens on the Sci-fi channel. She was surprised Gunner was getting horny while they watched aliens burst through people’s chests. It had been more than a week since they’d had sex, so maybe she shouldn’t be surprised because she already knew he had a healthy sex drive.
She felt his hand slide further up the inside of her thigh and desire made the muscles in her stomach clench aswhile her breathing quickened. Okay, maybe being horny while watching this movie wasn’t that odd after all. She felt a feather-light brush of his fingers over her panty clad clit and almost let out a moan, but managed to hold it back. Gunner’s teeth gently bit her neck, sending shivers of need through her as she tilted her head allowing him better access. She expected him to suggest they head into the bedroom, but he just kept up those madding little circles and light brushes against her needy pussy. She gasped when his hands tugged at her panties suddenly trying to remove them. She lifted and helped him push them off her legs, his hands slowly slipping over her upper thighs.
Margo could feel the slight calluses on his palms as he caressed her, not rushing the light caresses even when she wiggled trying to get his fingers to give her a firmer pressure or encourage them to slip into her wanton cavern. Margo had always been impressed with Gunner’s restraint, and tonight was no different. He just kept slowly moving his hands up and down her inner thighs, his kisses on her neck gentle. One hand moved to cup her breast, pushing her shirt up to bunch above them as he flicked her nipples, watching them harden further.
“Spread your legs a bit more, babe.” His husky voice against her ear. Margo didn’t argue and folded her legs out. Gunner cupped her pussy, his fingers slipping into her just a little.
“Good girl, now let’s see how much this sweet little cunt has missed me.” Margo’s breath caught at the naughty words said in his deep husky voice, letting out a moan as tingles ran up and down her spine. He was so sexy and when he talked to her in that dark needy voice, it made her want to do anything he asked.
“Mmm, so wet for me, I like that,” Gunner whispered, with two fingers pushing inside her while his other hand tugged at her swollen nipple. “I’ve missed this sweet little pussy while I was away.” He showed her how much by rubbing her clit with his thumb as he moved his fingers inside her slowly. Gunner’s other hand pulled and tugged at her hardened nipples. Margo couldn’t tell if she was slowly melting from desire because of their separation, or because she was watching him caress her body. It was hot seeing his fingers slip in and out of her pussy. She gasped when he flicked her nipple a little. Gunner pressed up with his hips pushing his hard cock against her back, rubbing slightly as he fingered her. She knew he must be watching himself caress her, getting as hot and turned on as she was.
“If I wasn’t so turned on watching you right now, I would ram my cock into you so hard I know I’d feel your hot juices sliding down my thighs as my thick rod would be clenched in this tight little box.” Gunner’s voice was darkly sensual, making her thighs clench as her orgasm neared.
Margo couldn’t help the way her hips rose seeking more penetration from his hard fingers as he left little nipping kisses along her jaw. His hand on her breast cupped her rounded flesh, while his thumb and forefinger rolled its tip. Margo gasped as his teeth scraped across her skin, adding another sensation to the mix of pleasures bombarding her senses. Margo watched as he teased her nipple, his finger circling it slowly, making her feel like she’d come at any second from all the sensations that assaulted her body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Gunner growled, as he continued his assault.
Margo couldn’t breathe as her body began to tremble and shake, shattering her world into a million pieces as her orgasm struck her hard. She panted and shook for what seemed like forever with Gunner’s gentle caresses bringing her down from her peak slowly. Her breathing evened out and she started to feel the gentle caresses. His hand was still between her legs with two fingers still inside her, but unmoving while his thumb caressed her furiously twitching clit.
Margo had missed this almost blissfully calm feeling after he made her come more than she’d realized. It was hard to give up a man who had such mastery when it came to sex. He never rushed her through the bliss after he’d made her come and he always made sure she came before he did. He shifted beneath her, reminding her that he hadn’t come yet when his hard cock poked her in the back. Margo pushed against the couch to sit up and after a short grapple, he allowed her to stand up beside the couch. She reached out, freeing his cock before she climbed on him straddling his hips. Gunner growled as her wet pussy rubbed against his cock. He placed his hands on her hips beneath the shirt she was still wearing.
Margo grabbed the shirt and tore it off, tossing it on the table next to them. She let her hands land on his bare chest, caressing his hot skin as she rubbed herself against his hard dick. Gunner grunted, his hand gripping her ass tightly, trying to still her movements.
“I’m close, babe. You need to stop wiggling or this is going to be over too quickly, I’m already too worked up.” His words made her feel twice as sexy as his attention to her body had. Margo loved that he liked to talk during sex. Sometimes he was dirty and demanding, and others he was like tonight, right on the edge of dirty talk without going over. His hands held her hips as she pressed the tip of his cock against her soaked entrance looking down at him. His eyes were like molten lava as he stared up at her, not moving to enter her, even though she knew he had to be impatient for her to take him inside her.
This was another thing she loved about sex with Gunner. When he allowed her to be in control, he didn’t take over. He just waited, no matter how much he wanted her to move. She hovered over him with just his tip in her pussy for a long moment watching him burn before she slowly sank down allowing his hard cock to slide inside her wet grip. Margo moaned when she felt herself fully impaled by his thick length. Gunner’s hands cupped the cheeks of her ass, a hiss escaping him.
“I know you want to control this, babe, but I need to fuck you,” he gritted out, trying not to take over.
“So, fuck me,” Margo taunted, earning a warning growl from Gunner as he gripped her ass, somehow managing to flip them so he was on top without pulling out of her. He stared down at her, his eyes burning with lust, and his body tense from holding back.
“Hold on,” Gunner grunted, before she felt him pull out and slam back into her, making her cry out as she gripped his arms. Gunner continued to move back and forth inside her, grunting as he pumped hard and fast. His finger slipping down to tease her clit while he fucked her. Her body was already starting to shake from the second orgasm that was hovering just out of reach and promised to be stronger than her first mind-blowing one had been. Margo cried out his name as she felt her world narrow to the place where their bodies connected, as her nails dug into his arm. She couldn’t help the wanton little pants that escaped her as Gunner slammed in and out.
“Fuck yeah, come for me, babe. I need to feel you ripple all around my cock like hot lava before I come.” Gunner was sweating and his face was contorted as he pumped inside her trying not to come before she did. She could tell he was desperate to hold on, by the way his body tensed and his lips crashed against hers. His finger brushed her clit over and over in a maddening caress that drove her wild. She felt like her world was splintering and her entire body bowed up into his, as her orgasm ripped a scream of Gunner’s name from her lips.
“Fuck—Margo,” Gunner cried, as he began to come with a loud groan of satisfaction. His body slowly coming to a stop as he collapsed forward onto her breasts, breathing hard and quick. Margo lay beneath him with her world slowly coming back into focus; her heart pounding loudly in her ears as she rubbed his back gently, waiting for him to recover. It took almost three minutes of his heavy weight pinning her to the couch for him to sit up and look down at her as he pulled his cock from her.
“You have no idea how much I really needed that. Jacking off in the shower to fantasies of you just isn’t the same, not when you tell me to fuck you. I wish I could explain how hot it is when you say that to me, babe,” Gunner muttered, as he sat back on his side of the couch pulling his pants back up. Margo smiled, feeling the wetness coating her thighs making her realize that they’d forgotten something very important.
“We didn’t use a condom, Gunner,” Margo grimaced.
Shit, was he clean?
She knew he couldn’t get her pregnant, but there were other things that he could give her. Margo felt horror flood through her when he didn’t speak for a long moment, as if thinking about what to say before he spoke. She was about to demand that he tell her when he finally began to speak, sending relief flooding through her.
“It’s fine, babe. I use condoms religiously and I got tested for STD’s last year, the tests came back clean. Knowing you as I do, I’m sure you are too.” Margo noted that he didn’t say anything about children and she wasn’t about to say anything because she wasn’t ready to tell him that she couldn’t have them. She felt a hard knot of tension in her stomach as she realized that his club might not be the only thing that ruined their budding relationship.
“Stop worrying about it we’re good, I promise. Let’s go take a shower.” Gunner lifted her into his arms and started to move towards the bedroom.
“Wait!” Margo yelped, trying to grab her shirt off the coffee table where it had landed without him putting her down or stopping. Gunner just grunted and continued to carry her into her bedroom.
“Yeah, we’re not going to need that.”
Margo knew that she wouldn’t need it, but she was trying to keep him from feeling like every time he came over, all he did was clean up after her. It was something she didn’t want him to become angry about. It wasn’t that she couldn’t clean up after herself; it was just that she didn’t enjoy it and would paint instead of clean.
“I just wanted to get it in the hamper so you don’t have to clean it up in the morning,” Margo told him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“It’s not a big deal, babe. You’re much cleaner than those bastards at the club, trust me. I’ve never come in here to find a layer of grime on the counters, or week-old used condoms on the table.” Gunner said, earning a cringe from Margo.
“You’re right, that will never happen,” Margo said, enjoying the sound of Gunner’s laugh as he kicked open the bathroom door and carried her inside.
“It had better not, because I can guarantee you I will murder any man who touches you,” Gunner warned. Margo clung to his neck as he carried her, unsure if he was serious or if that was a joke, but she had a sneaking suspicion that he meant it.
Chapter Fifteen
Gunner pushed his hand through his hair, a little nervous that Margo was coming to this bonfire party tonight. He didn’t worry that something would happen to her, just that she wouldn’t approve. Over the past few months, he’d been introducing her to the club slowly. He’d started by bringing Bunny with him a few times to her place. He wanted her to see that his club wasn’t filled with bad men, just ones who didn’t follow society’s rules, not that he’d trust her safety with any man in the club. There were a few that weren’t ever going anywhere near her without finding themselves on the wrong end of a gun, but for the most part, the men in his club were good men. Then he’d invited the boys over a few nights a week to play poker. He also took her to a birthday party for one of the teens they had taken in a little over a week ago. Todd was thirteen and Gator had invited all the kids he knew to the party, trying to make the kid feel normal. It wasn’t an easy thing to show a kid who’d been neglected since he was two. Todd’s mother had died, leaving his father to care for him. That wouldn’t have been such a bad thing if his father wasn’t a heroin addict.
Gator had found him locked in a bedroom when he was ten. His father had left him there for over two days without food. Thankfully, he’d had a small stash of food and water in his room that had kept him alive. Sadly, it wasn’t the first time his father had forgotten about him. Gator had bought the kid from his father for ten hits and a case of Cuban cigars. He and his old lady, Morgan, had taken the kid in raising him like he was their own. Margo had been surprised the party wasn’t a drunken brawl. He knew she was shocked that fifteen bikers, twenty-two kids, and ten old ladies were almost normal. Bonfire parties however, were different.
Most of these parties were drunken free-for-alls; with naked women, drinking, drugs, and pit fights. Not that he planned on staying long enough for her to see too much of the real crazy shit that happened late at night when everyone was drunk. Most of the m
en with old ladies didn’t stay for that shit anyway. Gunner ran a hand over his face nervously. His stomach was in knots and he couldn’t seem to stay still. Last night at church, they’d voted and Margo was accepted as his old lady, which was a relief, because now he could patch her, but he wasn’t sure if this party might make her decide his life wasn’t for her.
She’d only seen the nice parts of the club so far and tonight some of the darker parts were going to be revealed to her and she might not handle it well. Fuck, he realized he was bent over this shit in a way he hadn’t been bent in a long-damned-time because he was in love with her. Over the past six months, he’d fallen hard for his beautiful, quirky artist and losing her scared him shitless.
“What’s crawled up your ass today?” Buck asked, entering the clubhouse with Joker and Dice behind him.
“Nothing,” Gunner replied, not willing to talk about how freaked out he was about Margo attending this party tonight.
“Uh-huh, that’s why you’re wearing a hole in the floor boards,” Dice commented, shaking his head. “Try again, we know you better than that.”
“It’s not something I want to talk about.”
“Ah, it’s the chick. She’s always got you all twisted,” Buck remarked, pulling a burger from the fast food bags they’d brought in with them.
“I don’t get why you’d be bent about some chick. Just fuck her and move on, that’s what I do.” Joker said, shoving fries into his mouth.
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