by Pj Fiala
Gunnin' for You
by
PJ Fiala
Copyright 2015 by PJ Fiala
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Publisher’s note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
ISBN-10: 1-942618-04-1
Chapter One
“That’s right, darlin’, keep going...suck it.” Gunnar closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the seat of his truck. His body heated, he lifted his hips, driving his cock deeper into her mouth.
“Harder, darlin’, suck me harder,” he ground out, laying his hand on the girl’s head. What was her name? Wendy? No…Julie. Fuck, it didn’t matter; he just wanted a blow job for his twenty-sixth birthday, not a lifelong commitment.
“Yeah. Close…so close.” A fine sheen of sweat slicked his forehead and chest. The pain in his balls moved toward his cock with a force that couldn’t be described. With a loud groan and a final pump, he blew his wad.
“Swallow every drop. Lick me clean.” He closed his eyes, waiting for the moment to pass so he could see straight and go home. It felt good, letting her lick him. He ignored her humming appreciation and heavy breathing. He had gotten her off earlier using his fingers. That had been the deal when she made herself available at The Barn. He’d made it clear all he wanted was this and she’d been fine with it as long as she got off too.
As soon as she raised her head from his lap, Gunnar tucked himself in and zipped his jeans. Wendy or Julie or whoever adjusted her clothing. He started his truck and glanced at her, waiting for her to get out.
“Do you want to come in? We could have a little more fun.” She licked her lips.
For the first time all night he looked closely at her. She was pretty in a sleazy “I’ll fuck anything” sort of way. Her blonde, curly hair captured the light from the front porch and her blue eyes shined. The overabundance of mascara she wore had smudged under her eyes and the low-cut blouse was showing more cleavage than necessary. Disgusted with himself for not having an ounce of feeling towards her, he took a deep breath and said, “Naw. Thanks, I have to get up early tomorrow.”
“Will you call me?”
Fuck, here it goes. He hated this shit. “We’ll see. Gotta run, darlin’.”
She climbed out of his truck, glancing back once as she sashayed up the path. He had it in reverse before she got all the way to her front door. Driving home, he released a deeply-held breath as he thought about his actions. He should be feeling less edgy right now—relaxed. Instead, he was irritated, disgusted, and uncomfortable. The only thing he could think of to ease this weird vibe was to be celibate for a while. Fuck that!
Pulling his truck into the garage beside his brother JT’s truck, he shifted into park. Rotating his head from side to side, he ran his hand down his face. Heaving himself out of the truck, Gunnar walked heavily into the kitchen and threw his keys on the counter. He looked over at the table where JT was sitting, his long blond hair still wet from a recent shower and his t-shirt stretched tight across his chest. He was leaned back in his chair balanced on the back legs and his head resting against the wall. His eyes flew open when he heard Gunnar walk in.
“That didn’t take long. I thought your birthday fuck would take all night.” He grinned.
“Fuck, I guess I just wasn’t into it. She sucked me off and I kicked her out the door.”
Noticing the beer bottle in front of his brother, Gunnar walked to the fridge and grabbed one for himself. He plopped down in a seat across the table and sighed heavily. JT raised his eyebrows and waited for him to say something.
“I’m sick of the nameless, faceless women I’m sticking my dick into. What the fuck is happening to me?”
JT laughed. “Christ, don’t tell me you want to settle down? Just because Dad and Ryder seem happy doesn’t mean we all have to fall to our knees in front of a woman…unless we’re going to taste some pussy.”
Gunnar shook his head. “I don’t have a woman to fall to my knees for. I’m just sick of picking up these skanks. I couldn’t even go there tonight; I had to settle for a blow job. I didn’t even know this one’s name. And I’m sick of the ‘Will you call me’ question after I’m finished with them.”
Taking a long pull off his beer, he set the bottle on the table and closed his eyes. He pulled out the band holding his ponytail and shoveled his hands into his hair.
JT laughed again. “You’ve gotta be up front. Let them know it’s only sex and nothing more.”
“I tell them. I still get the question. My dick must be bigger than yours if women want more than just one-time sex.”
“Or you don’t leave them satisfied and they need more.” JT laughed. Finishing his beer, he trained his green eyes on his brother’s bright blues.
“Fuck you, JT. What happened with the chick you left The Barn with?”
“I drove her home, fucked her, and left. I don’t hang around and cuddle.”
Grinning, JT stood up to toss his empty bottle. “I’m hitting the hay. We have to be at Ryder and Molly’s by eight in the morning. I hope to fuck we can finish renovating the bathroom tomorrow; I need my beauty rest.”
Gunnar snorted, “Sure do.”
JT flipped his brother off and walked to his bedroom. Gunnar finished his beer and did the same.
Chapter Two
“I’m so happy to see you. I’ve missed you so much.” Emma hugged Ashley as much as she could manage, due to Ashley’s expanding girth. She enjoyed the feel of her sister’s arms around her.
“I’m happy to see you too. You’ve grown since the last time I saw you.”
Ashley laughed, placing her hands on either side of her large belly. “We sure have. I can’t wait to get this baby out of me. I haven’t seen my feet in weeks.”
Emma giggled. “Where’s Ron?”
“He’s still at work. He’ll be home for supper though, so we have time to catch up before he gets here.”
“Fabulous, let me get my stuff.” Emma walked back to her car and dragged her luggage out of the trunk. She had driven from Chicago to Green Bay in just under four hours and was rather proud of herself. Flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder, she reached into the trunk for one more bag before trudging into the house. Ashley waddled in front of her into the living room. “Obviously this is the living room; the kitchen is just behind that wall.” Ashley motioned in front of her toward the far wall. ”Your room is this way.” Walking down a short hallway to the right of the front door, Emma followed Ashley, grinning at her sister’s penguin-like walk.
Ashley stopped just inside the door of a room at the end of the hall. She swirled her hand towards the interior of the room and said, “Ta-da. What do you think?”
Setting her suitcases down, Emma stepped into the room. “Wow, Ash, this is beautiful.” Taking in the tan walls, black and tan comforter and curtains and the elegant black wrought iron headboard against the far wall, she smiled. Turning to the right she saw the light oak dresser with only a black wrought iron lamp and black shade casting a dim light. Calm and serene.
Ashley looked around and beamed. “Thanks. We worked into the night a couple times last week so it would be ready for you.”
Emma chided. “You shouldn’t have done that in your condition, Ash. I could have worked on it with Ron.”
; “I’m pregnant, Emma. Women have been having babies for years and they almost never die anymore.” Smirking, she crossed her arms over her enormous belly and tilted her head.
“Geez, Ash. Stop that.”
Emma’s horrified look made Ashley chuckle. She had been saying that since right after she found out she was pregnant, more to desensitize herself than everyone else. Freaking out at the beginning of her pregnancy, she needed some way to calm herself. Now she just liked saying it to throw people off.
“Okay, let me show you the rest of the house.” Waddling out into the hall, Ashley absently rubbed her back.
“You have a beautiful home. Sorry I haven’t been here before now.”
Ashley shrugged. “I know you wanted to be here, Em. I’m just glad you’re here now.” They continued on through the home as Ashley proudly showed her sister every nook and cranny.
They walked/waddled to the kitchen and Emma grabbed iced tea from the refrigerator and poured them each a glass while Ashley plopped down at the table with a sigh. Sitting across from Ashley, Emma looked around the kitchen.
“How long are you staying with us?”
Emma shrugged her shoulders. “I was hoping I could stay here and help with the baby until I find a job and an apartment. I’ll get out of your hair as soon as I can. I promise.”
Ashley jumped up—sort of—and came around the table to hug Emma. “Of course you can stay here. I had no idea you were moving back home.”
Emma’s lip straightened into a sharp line as she nodded. “It’s time, don’t you think? Besides, I’ve missed you crazy and now you’re going to have my niece and I want her to know me.”
“You shouldn’t have left to begin with. So what if that old bag Mrs. Kendall was being a bitch. We could have called the police.”
Emma took a deep breath. “After the accident and running into Josh’s family so many times, it just felt too small here. That feeling of being stalked and hunted creeped me out.”
Ashley sat across from her sister and reached across the table to hold her hand. “I know, but running away never works.”
Emma’s eyes glistened as tears threatened. She whispered, “I know.”
Chapter Three
Emma walked out of the grocery store with her hands full. She should have taken the cart out to the car, but she thought she could manage. Gripping a grocery bag in each hand and balancing one in front of her with her left arm, she stopped behind her car, and struggled to pull her keys from her pocket. She should have worn a jacket. Chill bumps stood on her arms and the cool breeze blew her long hair from her neck, causing her to shiver. Just as she wiggled her keys out of her jeans pocket, she dropped the bag she had been balancing in her arm.
“Shit!” Her groceries hit the ground and started rolling. She tapped the button on the remote to open the trunk of her car and set the remaining two bags in her hands inside. She began picking up the groceries scattered on the pavement as a can began rolling away. “Fabulous,” she muttered.
Tossing the other groceries unceremoniously into the trunk, Emma ran after the wayward can. Its escape was blocked by a big black boot. Emma, still bent over and grabbing at the stupid can, stopped when she saw the obstruction. Looking up from her bent position, she followed the large muscular leg stuffed into the boot, to the fabulously toned body encased in a tight, long-sleeved t-shirt sitting on the motorcycle attached to the leg. A gorgeous face with startling blue eyes crinkled at the corners and dark hair pulled into a ponytail watched her, and ohmigod, he had dimples.
Shit!
Emma stared, her mouth slightly open as the dimpled god got off his bike and leaned down alongside her, picked up the can with a gleam in his eyes, and smiled. “Looks like you need some help.”
Emma closed her eyes. He smelled…fantastic. Spicy. Her hands shook, her head spun, and her face turned bright red. She heard him chuckle and her eyes snapped open as he stood. He reached down for her hand to help her. When she simply stared, he raised an eyebrow and waited. Finally, Emma regained her senses and placed her hand in his much larger one. His fingers tightened as the shock of his touch zinged through her body, pebbling her nipples. His nostrils flared and she knew he felt it as well.
She pulled her hand back and rubbed it with her other hand. Mr. Blue Eyes looked down at the can labeled Baby Formula. His brow furrowed briefly as he looked into her eyes. He handed the can to her, his lips curved up slightly. Emma, trying for graceful and poised, took the can, and as their fingers brushed, she jerked away and promptly dropped it. It hit the ground, exploding all over, formula shrapnel showering both them and his bike. Her eyes widened as she looked in horror at the baby formula dripping off his beautiful red motorcycle with the orange inferno paint—chrome rims, pipes, oil tank, and handlebars. It was beautifully custom-detailed and now dripping baby formula.
He shook his head as he looked at his bike. “Now you’ll have to follow me home to clean my bike; it’s the biker rule.”
Emma furrowed her brow. Still stunned, she squeaked, “You want me to follow you home?”
“You’re the one who doused it with baby formula. It took me five hours to clean it up this weekend. Seems the least you could do.”
“I…I didn’t…I don’t…” Exhaling loudly, Emma looked at him, and with resignation in her voice said, “I…can’t…do…that.”
It was her fault, she knew that. She had never cleaned a motorcycle in her life. If it took him five hours, it would take her a month!
He laughed out loud. Emma gazed up at him and sucked in a breath. Wow, he was beautiful. Holy shit!
Something he saw in her face made him laugh harder. “Naw. I’m just messing with you. I don’t let anyone touch my bike. But it was worth it for the look on your face. Thanks for the laugh, though; I needed that.”
*****
Gunnar pulled into the grocery store parking lot and parked his bike in the closest space to the door he could find. He pulled in to the back of the space so some knucklehead didn’t decide to screech into the spot at high speed only to see his bike parked there too late. Using his heel, he dropped the kickstand down and tilted his bike to the left. Looking over at the Camry in the next spot, he noticed it was a newer vehicle. Perfect. Someone with a new car wouldn’t be careless by swinging open their door and banging it against his baby. She was sparkling clean after sitting at the shop all winter, and he wanted it kept that way for a while.
Just before dismounting, a little gal with long, wavy blonde hair juggling three grocery bags caught his eye. Her tight fitting jeans hugged her lean legs and the boots they were tucked into shaped her calves perfectly. He caught glimpses of a yellow blouse as she worked on pulling keys out of her front jeans pocket. He grinned as he watched her show. She was oblivious to his presence as she finally maneuvered the keys from her pocket and promptly dropped the middle bag she’d been holding. It broke and the groceries she had just purchased were strewn across the parking lot behind her Camry. “Shit,” she muttered as he watched a can roll towards him. He chuckled to himself as it hit his boot. The carnal thoughts fleeting through his mind as he stared at shiny brown eyes were powerful. He dismounted and leaned down to pick up the can and he caught a whiff of her perfume, powdery and fucking sexy. His nostrils flared as her fingers brushed his, causing a jolt to run through his body like lightning.
Then the clumsy little wench dropped the formula. He watched as it dripped off the perfectly polished chrome, and he mentally calculated how long it would take him to clean that off. That’s when he decided to have a little fun.
He walked over to the remainder of her groceries strewn on the ground and noticed diapers, more formula, and a few baby bottle liners. He began helping her load her wayward groceries in the trunk of her car and stood to look at her.
Beautiful. No. Gorgeous. Tiny little waist and a perfect handful of tits. His dick wiggled in his pants as he assessed her assets.
Finding his voice, he asked, “How old is your baby?”
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Emma blinked and looked into her trunk. She shook her head, “I don’t have one. My sister is due any day now and I wanted to stock up a little. She’s as big as a house.” She smiled.
Gunnar felt…relief. Her bright yellow lace shirt, brown leather belt that matched her boots and hugged her calves to her knees—lined with baby formula running in rivulets down them—accented her body perfectly. When she smiled his cock twitched.
“Well, I have to go. I’m sorry about your bike. I didn’t mean to do…that.” She motioned toward his bike. “And your jeans. Sorry about those too.”
Gunnar shook his head, “No worries.” What? No worries? What was wrong with him?
“Hey, what’s your name?” he asked, trying to detain her as long as he could.
She closed the trunk and walked to the car door. Stopping, she looked at him and a soft smile played on her lips. “Emma. What’s yours?”
“Gunnar Sheppard.” His voice was dry and tight.
Emma slid into the driver’s seat. He waved and moved out of the way. His opportunity was passing him by. He didn’t know anything about her except her name was Emma.
“Good luck with your sister’s baby.” Lame. His brain wasn’t connecting with his mouth.
She glanced out the window of her car as she put the key in the ignition and smiled. His groin ached and tightened. She backed up and waved as she put her car in drive and drove away. He should have asked her out.
Shit!
Chapter Four
Ron pushed Ashley in a wheelchair into the hospital at three forty-five a.m. Emma briskly walked alongside, trying to keep up. Ashley was excited, Ron was excited, and Emma was panicked. Holy shit! Her sister, her only sibling, was going to have a baby—right now!
Emma was sure she prompted this labor. At supper time, she had related her story about hot biker guy and the groceries and the baby formula all over his bike. Ron and Ashley laughed so hard tears ran down their faces. All of a sudden, Ashley froze. Emma and Ron froze as they watched Ashley.
