Gunn

by Jayne Blue

  I reared back as his words seemed to hang in the air. I didn’t know whether to yell back or laugh. I settled for stony silence then landed back in my seat, hard. I grabbed another piece of toast.

  “Besides,” I said. “It appears I had more to worry about with you.” I pulled the sheet tighter around me.

  Gunn’s face went white then cycled through just about every color of the rainbow as he looked at me. He was angry with me. Furious. Then something settled in him and he slowly took his seat across from me.

  “You think I brought you back here to get something off you?”

  “Did you?”

  He rubbed a hard hand over his stubble. “No! Jesus. What do you think I am?”

  “What happened to my clothes?”

  Gunn dropped his fist to the table. “You threw up all over them,” he answered. “In fact, for as little as you are, you can puke a shocking amount.”

  I opened my mouth to give him another one of those snappy comebacks I knew I had in me. But the man rendered me speechless. He rose slowly with the grace and size of a grizzly bear. My eyes went up and up as he stepped around the table and came to me. He put a hand on each of my armrests and towered over me. I had to lean so far back to maintain eye contact his hands on the chair were the only thing keeping me from tipping.

  “I helped you to the bathroom,” he said. “I cleaned you up. Then I put you to bed. And as fucking sexy as you are, you’re still kind of a disgusting drunk.”

  I put a hand up, and breathed against my palm. My nose wrinkled. I needed a shower. I needed a toothbrush. Keeping his eyes, I swallowed hard and gave him a slow nod.

  “Thank you,” I said. “Er ... And I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you out.”

  Gunn’s eyes flashed and his jaw twitched in that way I knew meant he was just as thrown as I was. God help me, I loved it.

  He let go of the chair and backed up. He stood at the railing looking out at the mountain view. It really was breathtaking. The clean, fresh air was its own natural hangover cure. I suppose it was a good thing I had thrown up as much as he said I did. Otherwise, I’d probably still be immobile.

  “What am I gonna do with you?” he said, shaking his head. “Brenna, if one of the probies hadn’t been looking out for you like I told him ... you might have ... that asshole was …”

  I went to him, half tripping over the sheet. Gunn’s shoulders quaked with quiet rage. He really had been worried about me. I felt like an ass on the one hand. On the other, I wasn’t sure what to think about this overprotective alpha male routine. Oh fuck. The truth was, it was damn hot. This man was hard to resist in just about every way.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, placing a light hand on his back. Gunn kept his gaze fixed on the landscape.

  “You can’t do shit like that in this town. Not you.”

  “What do you mean, not me? What makes me different than everyone else?”

  He turned to me, emotion making his eyes go wide. He tore a hand through his hair and his nostrils flared. The man was barely contained fury. Heat pooled through me. He was so close. So rough. So commanding.

  “You really have no idea?” he asked. Darkness swirled in his eyes. It stirred something in me, deep in my core.

  I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak. The air was charged between us. It was as if all my senses heightened. The breeze lifted, covering me in gooseflesh. I inhaled Gunn’s strong scent. Light glinted in his eyes as he looked down at me.

  “Dammit it all to hell, Brenna,” he said, turning fully to grip my upper arms. “You’re mine! I want you to be mine!”

  Lightning exploded in my heart. The world felt like it had stopped spinning in that moment. There was nothing before. Nothing after. There was just now. Gunn and me and now. Without thinking, I slid my hands up his chest. He felt so solid and warm and good. I wanted so much more.

  I brushed my thumb against the rough stubble on his jaw. He leaned into my touch and slowly closed his eyes. Gunn Thompson was a powerful man. In that instant, I felt him break. I curved the fingers of my other hand behind his neck. As I did it, the sheet slipped and pooled at my feet. I hadn’t meant for it to happen. I hadn’t planned any of it. But the pull between us was far too strong to deny.

  Gunn let out a groan as his eyes traveled down. He took a step back, out of my touch. I stood frozen in time for a moment as Gunn looked at me.

  “Gunn,” I gasped. This was now. This was happening. This was everything.

  “Fuck,” he said. “You’re gorgeous, Brenna.”

  Suddenly self-conscious, I moved my arms to cover my breasts.

  “No!” Gunn commanded. I froze. “I want to look at you. I want to see you.”

  I wanted that too. God help us both, my desire became almost a physical force pulling me to him. I dropped my hands and took a step back. I braced myself with one hand on the railing as Gunn came to me. His hands spanned my waist as he bent low. His lips found my breasts. I felt a shock of heat as he grazed his teeth gently over my nipples. Oh God. He felt so good. I was instantly wet for him. If he explored any further down, he’d know. I wanted him to.

  He straightened and took my hand. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go inside.”

  I had that first flash of fear, but now, standing nearly naked in front of Gunn felt like the most natural thing in the world. Lust pulsed through me. Was this really happening?

  He smoothed the hair away from my face. I watched a vein jump near his temple. I could feel the war going on inside him. He saw me. Really saw me. Not as some kid he used to know. Not as Scotty’s little sister. Not as some delicate flower he had to take care of. He saw me as the woman I was today, pulsing with my own hunger for him.

  I went up on my tiptoes and curved my fingers around his ears. I pulled him down to me, kissing him deep. His leather cut creaked as he put one arm around me and pressed me against him.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. “You have any idea what you do to me?”

  “Yes,” I gasped. “It’s the same for me.”

  He lifted me as if I weighed nothing. The room spun as he turned and took me into the bathroom. We tumbled together, a tangle of limbs and lips and lust. Before I knew what was happening, he had me in the shower, seated on a teakwood bench. It took up the length of one wall and had three jets.

  “I can’t hold back anymore,” he said. “Damn my soul for saying it. The things I wanna do to you, Brenna? Not one of them is honorable.”

  A beat passed. I bit my bottom lip. Reaching for him, I said, “Thank God!”

  Gunn tore his jacket off and threw it behind him. My hands were clumsy as I reached for him, trying to get to his belt buckle. Gunn was faster. He shed his clothes and kicked off his boots. Within seconds, he stood before me, naked, rippling, perfect.

  My jaw dropped as I took in the size of him. Every inch was chorded muscle and strength. His ink covered his chest and both arms. I drew my knees up on the bench and Gunn put a hand on each, spreading me wide. My heated juices coated me. I’d never felt so desired in my life. He made me a wild thing. I forgot myself. I forgot everything but him.

  He was huge. Gunn’s cock was rigid and erect, pressed flat against his stomach. I wanted him to fill me with it, spread me apart then make me whole.

  Gunn reached up and turned on the jets. I squealed as a blast of cold water hit me, chasing away whatever thin remnants remained of my hangover. My head was clear. I was here. This was now and Gunn had plans for me.

  When I moved toward him, Gunn put a hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me back to the bench. He nudged my knees apart. He had a bottle of soap in a pump dispenser on the wall. He filled his palm with thick lather then worked it into my chest. I threw my head back as heat flashed in my core. Gunn hooked one finger beneath the crotch of my now soaked panties and yanked them off me. Instinct fueled me and I spread my thighs for him.

  Gunn worked the lather over my shoulders, over my breasts, down the stomach, then kneaded my thighs. He went down on his
knees and got eye level with my sex. He was careful, spreading me gently as he worked the lather in the right places.

  I gripped the sides of the bench as my knees trembled. I was so turned on I could barely breathe. Then Gunn took one of the shower jets off its holster and rinsed the soap away.

  A twinkle of mischief lit his eyes as he positioned the jet between my legs. It took no more than two seconds but the spray hit me, jolting me into my first orgasm. It was so powerful, so quick. I hadn’t expected it, but Gunn knew exactly what he was doing.

  His lips found mine. I draped my arms over his shoulders and thrust against him as Gunn’s fingers found my slick cleft. He slid a finger inside me and worked me from the inside, making me his, training my body to respond the way he wanted.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so hot. You’re on fire down there, Brenna.”

  “Please!” I gasped. He’d made me something else. Wanton. Raw. Primal. I wanted him. I craved him. I knew at that moment I’d say yes to anything he asked of me.

  He slid two more fingers in, priming me. I don’t remember doing it, but before I knew it, Gunn had my legs over his shoulders, splaying me so wide as he fucked me with those skillful fingers.

  I reached for him, finding his thick cock. Oh God. He was so hard. So big. He groaned at my touch and I loved that I could bring him so close to the edge with just my fingers. This was new to me. It was a secret I hadn’t meant to share. I’d had boyfriends before, but no one I ever felt close enough to share something like this with. If Gunn knew, I worried his sense of honor might make him hesitate again. I was so far gone by then to let that happen.

  “Please,” I begged him. I wanted him in me. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted him everywhere.

  Gunn took his time though, exacting sweet torture on me with the warm, gentle spray of the shower head. His cock throbbed before me, thick and veined. I knew enough to understand how hard it was for him to hold back.

  I didn’t want him to. Not for another second.

  Finally, Gunn turned. He reached out of the shower and pulled open a drawer beneath the sink. He ripped a condom open. I went to him, taking it from him. I wanted to be the one to do it. Gunn’s eyes flashed as I went to my knees. I hadn’t planned it, but Gunn made me want to do things I’d only ever dreamed about. I licked my tongue up the underside of his shaft. He threw his head back and let out a groan. Then I took him all the way into my mouth and sucked for all I was worth.

  It was Gunn’s turn to sit on the bench as I knelt before him. I wished I had the willpower to service him as long as he’d done me. But the desire reached a fever pitch inside me. I took the condom and slid it on.

  Gunn took over. He put his hands on my hips and lifted me. We were both soaking wet, but he carried me back into the bedroom with the shower still running.

  “I want to see you without the water running in my eyes,” he whispered. He had me on the bed, spread-eagle. The cool air hit my skin and my nipples rose to hard peaks.

  “Mmm,” he whispered. “Look at those beauties.” He flicked his tongue over each one. It ached. It felt wonderful. I rose my hips toward him.

  Gunn stroked himself then guided himself into me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. He thrust into me. He hit that tiny band of resistance and Gunn’s eyes popped wide. He knew. He felt.

  “Brenna?” he whispered.

  “Yes!” I gasped as I felt an even more powerful orgasm rise within me. I wrapped my legs around Gunn’s waist and urged him home.

  “Fuck!” Gunn went up on the balls of his feet. “I can’t be gentle, baby.”

  “Don’t be! Oh God, please, just don’t stop!”

  He didn’t. Gunn thrust into me, spreading me wide. My orgasm ripped through me almost instantaneously. It was perfect. Wild. Wonderful. I crested the wave as Gunn’s hips found a rhythm. It was as if the sky opened up and I saw the stars for the very first time.

  Gunn slid his hands beneath my ass and angled me higher so he could go deeper. He filled me completely. I took him in to the root.

  I felt Gunn seize up. He threw his head back and let out a roar of lust that carried me over the edge and all the way down. Gunn let go, pouring himself into me. I wanted it. I wanted it all.

  We took each other high. Fucked so deep. Then finally, we floated down together and Gunn cradled me in his strong, powerful arms.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Gunn

  Brenna snored like a bear. She slept on her back with her arms up over her head and one leg bent. I couldn’t resist. I slid the sheet off her so I could see every inch of her.

  She was perfect. Toned arms, strong runners’ legs. Spread wide like that, I got a perfect view of her sweet pussy. I got bold and tapped her little bud with the pad of my index finger. She stirred, but didn’t wake. Damn, she’d gotten so wet for me. My dick clenched just thinking about it. I knew it would feel good to bury myself deep inside of her. I had no idea just how good. She was sweet and tight and hot in all the right places. I fit inside of her like a glove. Like she was molded just for me.

  It took everything in me not to work her little clit with my fingers again and make her rise to meet me. I wanted her to wake up like that every morning, with my dick buried so deep. I’d claimed her in every way a man could.

  She’d been a virgin. My beautiful Brenna. I hadn’t expected that. Now that I knew, it made it all the more sweet. I told her she was mine. I’d felt it from the moment she walked into my club. Now it was real. She was all mine. We were just getting started. I was going to make it my mission to school her in all the ways I could bring her pleasure. Take her to the edge until she begged for release. More than anything, I wanted to get started right now.

  I traced a line from the column of her throat between her breasts. They were heavy, perfect Cs, with dark, wine-colored nipples. I licked her left nipple then blew cool air over it, watching it pop out. I did the same to the other while Brenna snored on. She was as deep a sleeper as any woman I’d ever been with.

  She groaned and rolled onto her side. Her sweet little ass rose up in the air. I’d own that too if she let me.

  “Mmm,” she said, blinking. As she shook off her slumber, her little nose crinkled with confusion. It took her a second to realize where she was. As it dawned on her, color came into her cheeks and she smiled. Oh yeah, my baby remembered it all. I knew if I dipped a finger between her legs I’d find her wet again already.

  “You have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?”

  She yawned and wiped the sleep from her eyes. “You’re a strange man, Gunn Thompson. You like your women rough, apparently.”

  I pounced on her; going to my knees I stretched her arms above her head. “I like this woman just how I’ve got her. Though I wouldn’t mind teaching you a lesson or two.”

  “Mmm.” Desire flashed in her eyes. Fuck, yeah. She’d be into it. She squirmed as I held her wrists in one hand. I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. As much as I wanted to make good on my promise, I’d been away from the club for too long.

  “What time is it?” She yawned.

  “Just after four,” I said. “I figured we’d grab a quick bite before I get you back to your dorm.”

  “Ugh.” She ran a hand through her hair. “Christine’s probably called a hundred times wondering what happened to me.”

  “I took care of it,” I told her. Brenna slid out of bed. I’d put her clean clothes on a chair near the bathroom. I hated watching her slide into her panties and pull on a pair of jeans. I had visions of keeping her naked and tied to this damn bed. Anything to keep her from going off clubbing like she had the other night. A flash of rage went through me as I remembered how I found her last night. Dirk Fields ended up with a split lip after Teague got done with him. That’s the last time he’d try to put his hands over any drunk college girls after a set.

  “Great,” she said. “I’m sure Christine’s imagination is going wild.”

  I laughed. “Baby, I�
��m pretty sure reality is wilder than anything she could dream up.”

  Brenna blushed as she turned back to me. She pulled her top over her head and she came to me. I spread my knees and brought her between them, wrapping my arms around her waist. She leaned down and found my lips.

  “What did you do to me, Gunn? I don’t want to not be touching you.”

  “Good,” I said, smacking her ass. “And as much as I hate it, I’ve got to get you back. I’ve got some shit to do down at the garage, then Church later.”

  “Church,” she said. “I always thought that was an odd thing to call your meetings. It’s kind of funny. Scotty used to say he was going to church. I knew what he meant, but Mom thought he meant actual church. He let her believe it. It kept her out of his business for a while.”

  My expression must have changed. Brenna smiled and kissed me again. “Don’t. Let’s not go back to that. No more ghosts between us, Gunn.”

  I slid my hands up the back of her thighs. She let out a little squeal as I lifted her when I stood. She straddled my hips and her hair fell over me. “No ghosts. It’s too late for that now. Let’s just say that particular cherry’s been popped.”

  She laughed, but then her face fell. I set her down and shoved my feet in my boots. “Maybe I should have said something,” she said. “I just ... I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. I was afraid you’d lose your nerve.”

  I turned to her. “I might have. Though, baby, the second you dropped that sheet, everything else was a foregone conclusion. I’m a tough guy, but ain’t no power on this earth could have kept me from you.”

  She put her own boots on and ran her fingers through her hair. She scowled in the mirror like all girls do. Brenna had no idea how fucking beautiful she was. I was going to make a point of showing her again. Soon. I checked the clock. Fuck. Maybe we had just enough time to …

  A knock on the front door pulled me away from my plans. Brenna watched me pull my Nine off the dresser and slide it into my hip holster. I kissed her forehead and went past her for the front door.