Gunny (Rebel Wayfarers MC Book 5)

by MariaLisa deMora

  “I love you.” This was said so softly that for a few moments, he wasn’t positive he had heard right, and then he groaned, lunging forward and covering her mound with his mouth, licking and biting, sucking and fucking her with his tongue and fingers, compelled by an urgency that stunned him. Hearing those words from her lips nearly did him in, and he pressed his hips into the mattress, mindlessly trapping his cock between his belly and the sheets, trying to remain focused on her responses to his attention.

  Fingers grazed his skin as she touched the side of his face, dragging her fingertips down to his lips, joining his tongue in ravaging her pussy. She slid a finger along each side of her clit, raising and exposing it for his tongue, and he obliged her unspoken need, pressing hard and then flicking it rapidly side-to-side as she gasped. Her other hand found its way to his scalp, fingernails scratching gently across his skin, making him sorry he didn’t have hair for her to grip and pull in this moment.

  She tensed and he watched ardently as she came, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Her clit was throbbing under his tongue as he licked along where she was touching herself and then down where his fingers still thrust inside her. He continued that movement, pushing and twisting them, retreating and returning again and again. Her shoulders arched up off the bed, her back rounding as she raised to look at him. Her thumb traced his eyebrow before her hand went to the back of her knee, pulling her leg out farther, opening herself to him.

  “Told you, babe. You come hard on my mouth every time. Baby,” he said, trailing his lips gently across the sensitive flesh of her pussy. “You want my mouth or my cock now?”

  “You,” she said immediately, her voice raw with having just come so hard. “I want you inside me. Love me. Please, love me.”

  He stayed where he was for a moment, feeling her pussy still clenching and tightening around his fingers, then he slowly slid them out. Lapping against and between her lips with his tongue, he gathered her wetness into his mouth. Sitting back on his heels, he brought his hand up, watching her face as he licked and sucked his fingers clean, her mouth opening as she gasped, watching his enjoyment of her taste.

  Without a word, he leaned over her to open the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom, pressing against her breasts with his chest as he slid back to his position between her legs. He felt the hard nubs of her nipples dragging along his pectoral muscles, the heat of her body against his, the grasping pull of her mouth placing sucking kisses on his side, up under his arm, across his shoulder.

  He opened and slid the condom onto his cock, rolling it down slowly, focusing his attention on her body where it was laid out for him, anticipating the feel of that first slide, knowing how hot and tight she would be around him. His cock twitched, jerking up to slap against his belly, and he shivered, skin breaking into goose bumps.

  “Gonna fuck you now, baby,” he growled, gripping her thighs in his hands and tugging her towards him, spreading her knees to either side of his hips. He lifted her ass onto his legs, using his thumb against the root of his cock to angle it down so he could slide the tip into the entrance of her pussy. “Gonna fuck you hard, baby,” he warned, slipping his cock in a little farther, and then he withdrew and used his hand to swirl the tip around the outside of her pussy, spreading her wetness to ease his way. “You gotta tell me if it’s too much,” he said through gritted teeth, and lifted her with one hand, the other guiding his cock into her again as he pulled her onto him, thrusting deep inside with a single, slow push and glide.

  Raising onto his knees, he held her hips up, forcing her back into an arch, which left only her head and shoulders in contact with the mattress. She was suspended in his grip, and he pushed and pulled her onto him as he drove his hips forward, snapping and plunging deep, looking down to watch as her body took every inch of his cock. She was so tiny; he was always amazed she could take all of him, and he loved to feel her stretch to accommodate his length and girth. He held her hips firmly, and spread his hands wide across her belly, stroking her clit with his thumb pads, alternating left and right as he felt that bundle of nerves swell taut with the stimulation.

  “Sharon,” he breathed, eyes flicking from where they were joined so perfectly, up to her face, seeing an expression of pleasure on her features. “My Sharon,” he repeated, tipping her hips slightly and fucking into her steadily, watching her eyes open in surprise as she gasped. “Is it good, baby?” he asked, already knowing the answer as he increased the pace slightly.

  “Yeah,” she said on a moan, “Gunny, God. What are you…” Her voice trailed off and he watched as her hands twisted in the sheet underneath her. He changed the angle again and her eyes drifted closed, teeth biting down on her top lip, nostrils flaring with her quickened breath. “Baby, that’s so…” Head tipping back, she went silent again, losing her words. He smiled tightly, focusing on skillfully bringing her over the brink again before he gave in to his own orgasm, which was so close he could barely hold it off.

  Insistently stroking her clit with his thumbs, he changed the pace again slightly, pulling her against him more forcefully. Grunting as he plunged deep inside her with every thrust, the sound of their flesh slapping together echoed in the room along with her groans. Pressing hard on her clit with one thumb, he slipped the other down and inside her ass, pushing in alongside his cock, filling her even more. The pressure pushed her over that brittle edge, lifting her on the wave of pleasure as it crested around her, leaving her shaking in its wake.

  Gunny bowed his head, feeling sweat running down his back, creating tracks across his scalp as he watched her slow glide down from pleasure while he continued to stroke into her. His movements were more frantic now, less paced and measured. Desperately chasing his own pleasure, he suddenly dropped her hips, following her down and tunneling into her as he pressed her against the mattress.

  Arching over her body, he curved his arms around her shoulders and back, crushing her into his torso while he fucked her furiously, hips jackhammering his cock into her. He needed it hard, needed the contact, needed to fuck her, mark her. Mine. My woman. Loves me. Only mine. He felt her legs wrap around him and she pushed up against his thrusts, meeting every plunge of his cock, fucking him back, her hands sliding up and down his arms.

  He gripped her shoulder in his teeth, biting down, for once careless of the pain he caused, and was surprised when her pussy clenched tightly around him again, her aroused voice softly saying, “Oh,” the tone indicative of her own surprise at her sudden climax. That pushed him up to the wall and over it, and he tumbled down the other side, holding onto her desperately as he thrust deep. Loves me. Mine. Groaning and calling her name in a gravel-filled voice he didn’t recognize, he felt his cock pulse and throb inside her, suddenly wishing he was bare, painting the inside of her pussy with his semen, marking her in a way he never wanted with other women. Mine. “Fuck,” he ground out when she tightened around him again, pulling another series of thrusts from him, feeling the silken slide of her walls around his still-hard cock.

  He rested his forehead on the pillow beside her head, reluctantly dragging his arms from around her, but careful to support his weight on his elbows, listening to her ragged breathing that matched his own. “Baby,” he said, shifting his head to press his lips against her cheek, “I think you might have killed me.”

  “Oh, but it’d be a hell of a way to die, eh?” She laughed and turned her head, grazing her lips across his, flicking out her tongue to trace his bottom lip and smiling. “I taste myself on your lips,” she whispered.

  “You like that?” he asked, returning her kiss and trailing his tongue across the inside of her lips slowly, pulling back to place a firm kiss on her mouth, and a softer one on the tip of her nose.

  “Yeah, I do,” she said with a soft smile, running her hands up his arms to his back. She swept up and down slowly with one, while the other went to caress the back of his head, fingertips trailing across his scalp.

  He stared at her, gaze running
the length of her face and back to her eyes. Suddenly nervous, he licked his lips and asked, “You love me?”

  Her smile widened and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth, letting it slip out slowly. “Yeah, Gunny, I do. Lane Robinson, I love you.” Her finger traced his cheek and he watched as her eyes followed that fingertip, seeing the small frown that crossed her face when he knew her finger touched the scar in front of his ear. “I love you.”

  “God, baby, I don’t think I would ever get tired of hearing those words from you. Love you’re here with me. Loved you since I saw you, since I touched you. Every day brings it to me even more, you give me more. Mine. Love you, babe,” he whispered, tracing his nose along her cheek. “I love you.” He kissed her slowly and thoroughly, mouth working against hers for long minutes, his cock twitching in response to her slow, rolling, tightening around him, again and again. Finally pulling back, he laughed and said, “Need to take care of the condom, baby.” Reaching down between them, he held it in place as he pulled out, grinning silently at the sounds of disappointment she made. Rolling off her to the edge of the bed, he stood, walking towards the bathroom as he pulled the covering off his softening cock.

  She joined him a moment later, reaching past him wordlessly to start the shower. Looking over her shoulder at him as she stepped inside, she slowly closed the door, cutting off his view of her.

  13 - My oath to you

  Motionless except for his rising and falling chest, he lay still for a moment, listening to…nothing. Slowly and carefully lifting his head, he blinked bleary eyes and scanned the room. The house was silent, and he wasn’t sure what had woken him, but now every nerve was alert, hair on his arms standing on end. He had learned a long time ago to pay attention to these feelings, the unspoken tension silently screaming, Danger!

  He felt Sharon warming the bed beside him; he was half-curled around her, their legs twined together beneath the sheet, she was pressed into him. Sleeping deeply, her breathing was undisturbed, and he had begun to settle back into bed when there was a faint noise from outside. Likely what had woken him, it was an indistinct scratching of branches brushing up against the siding of the house on the first floor. Muttering a soft, relieved, “Fuck,” he eased back down, slowly relaxing and curling his arm around her waist. Pushing his hand down between her legs, he cupped her pussy possessively, and softly kissed the back of her neck, needing to touch her, to reassure himself she was there, was his. Mine.

  Then his eyes flew open again, straining against the darkness in the room. There had been a different noise. It sounded like one of the pups was having a bad dream, making soft, muffled, woofing noises, but not in the room…from far away. Something ain’t right, he thought as the bedroom door creaked open a few inches and something landed with a thud on the floor at the foot of the bed. There was barely enough time to react, but he slid his hand underneath the pillow to find the grip of his pistol with his palm a bare second before the flashbang went off, ripping Sharon from sleep as she gave voice to a brief, disoriented scream.

  In the moments before he was tackled and driven from the bed, Gunny saw figures moving into the room, the overexposed, bright images on his retinas making it difficult to focus clearly. Then the hit came and, mind clear, he moved with it, using his forearms to brace on either side of Sharon as he took the attacker with him off the bed. Retaining his hold on the gun, running off muscle memory and instincts, he rolled as he landed and pushing up to one knee, took careful aim, firing at the first two targets identified, barely noticing as they dropped while he looked for the next.

  Over the ringing in his ears, he could hear Sharon again screaming to his left, so he shifted stance and removed two additional targets. No time for conscious thought, he was trying to ensure she wasn’t caught in his line of fire. Blinking furiously to clear his vision, he saw a man looming above him and they locked eyes. Woolfe. Despite the shock of recognition that jarred him, Gunny pulled his trigger repeatedly, seeing the strobe effect from the muzzle flash multiple times before he felt the distinctive recoil action of the slide locking open, indicating he was out of ammunition.

  The figure had staggered backwards but hadn’t gone down. Sinking slowly to one knee, the man knelt in front of Gunny, a hand to his bloodless chest. “Fuck, that hurts, brother,” he wheezed out before settling back on his heels. What the fuck?

  Sharon’s screams cut off suddenly, but not in a way that indicated she’d been hurt, just silenced. Gunny didn’t break the stare he shared with the man, making certain his next words were heard. “Hurt her,” he sucked in a breath, “fucking touch her, and I’m gonna put you in the ground,” Gunny said, lifting his chin. What the fuck is going on? Why are they here?

  “Obviously,” the man gritted out, tugging his shirt up to expose a vest worn next to his skin. “You’re still a little bastard, Lane.” He dropped the hem of his ruined shirt and shook his head. “Kincade would be so proud. You coming with? My instructions didn’t mention you other than to say she was bunked up here. Imagine my surprise when I saw your name on my orders.”

  Gunny dropped the empty gun and said nothing, just lifted his hands and laced his fingers behind his head in silent response, keeping his gaze intently locked on Woolfe’s. There was no reading the man, he wasn’t giving any indication of his next move, but, if they were taking Sharon and he had the chance to go along, he would take it, no matter the risk. He could hope they had tripped the alarm upon entry, which would mean the club would know something was wrong, but if Woolfe were here, that would be a questionable assumption to make. He’s always been a fucking ghost, he thought. The man knew everything Gunny did about avoiding security systems and, given the past few years of him being entirely off the grid, he might even know more.

  “Good boy,” the former Marine Recon team chief muttered, unfolding to his feet, looming over Gunny, where he knelt on the floor. “You’ve got two minutes to dress.” He stepped backwards, calling over his shoulder, “Girl secured?”

  “Yeah, boss.” The call came from a shadowy group of figures near the door, and as he stood, Gunny could see her naked form twisting in the midst of their group. Two of the men casually held her suspended between them, with what looked like a gag in her mouth. Mine. Get your goddamned fucking hands off my woman.

  Thinking fast, he calmly said, “Let me dress her.” Bending, he snagged his pants from the floor and pushed his feet into them, fastening the buttons with one hand. If they put a mark on her, his lip lifted in an unconscious snarl, I’ll fucking kill them all. He grabbed his shirt from the foot of the bed with the other, tugging it on over his head, waiting on the answer that hadn’t yet come. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  “Turn her loose.” Woolfe gave the command and the men released Sharon. Thank fuck. She took two steps and silently launched herself at him, hitting his chest with such force it drove him back a half-step. Not hurt, thank fuck.

  “Shhhh. I got you, baby.” He soothed her with words as he tugged the cloth from her mouth. He kept a wary eye on the men in the room as he picked her shirt up off the nearby chair, peeling her arms from around his waist. “Shhhh.” Gathering the material in his hands, he brought it over her head, and then helped her work first one then the other arm into the garment, pulling it down her torso. “I got you.” Picking up her jeans from the dresser where he tossed them last night, he turned her in his arms. He saw her gaze dart past him to the group of men, panic beginning to twist her features, and he softly whispered in her ear, “Eyes on me, baby. One step at a time, you’re doing great. Eyes to me; I got you.”

  He held the jeans in front of her, keeping his gaze steady on her as he coaxed her into the pants one leg at a time. “Shhhh.” Deftly fastening the waistband closed, he sat her on the edge of the bed and handed her socks, setting her boots in front of her before putting on his cut and gathering his own socks and boots. “Boots, baby. Put your boots on.” Balancing easily, he quickly pulled the socks on and had barely shoved his feet into his boots when s
he stood, taking the two steps to him and wrapping her arms around him again.

  Arm around her shoulder, pulling her to him, he straightened slowly, cupping one of her hands in his, feeling her fingers thread between his automatically. “Who wants her?” He didn’t actually expect a response, so he wasn’t surprised when he didn’t receive one other than a brusque head movement, indicating the open door.

  Glancing around, he saw the four bodies scattered across the bedroom floor and a thought hit him when he looked up. “Not everyone got a vest, huh?” There was a groan from near the closet door, and he saw one of the men had their eyes open, chest still rising and falling with respiration. Staring at the man, he narrowed his eyes, because he seemed familiar. Surely not, he thought, looking closer and realizing it was Elkins, sucking in a harsh breath in surprise. Motherfucker is still alive, he thought, like a fucking cockroach crushed beneath a boot heel, but still squirming towards the dark crack along the edge of the wall.

  “Woolfe,” he said, turning his head to look at the man. “I need to clear my shit.” Without waiting for a response, he moved in front of Sharon, lifting her chin with two fingers, bringing her eyes to meet his. “Baby, you’re doing great, so good, baby…so good, but I need you here with me right now. You with me?” She nodded with shaky movements, trembling lips pressed tightly together in a flat line. So fucking strong. “You’re going to step outside into the hallway, and you’re going to cover your ears, baby. You’re going to do that for me. I got one piece of shit to deal with here. You’re going to give me a little space, and then I’ll be right back with you, wrapped around you, yeah?”

  She shook her head back and forth vehemently, hair flying out as it would when she danced, rejecting the idea without a word. She can’t see this. He stroked along her jaw with his thumb, leaning forward to brush his lips across hers. “Baby, I know you’re scared, and you’re doing so good. But I got to take care of this.” What the fuck would Elkins be doing with Woolfe? His head turned to look at Woolfe, and without thinking, asked the question running through his mind, “What the fuck were you doing running with a waste like Elkins?”