by Zoey Parker
“Oh, but is there a time for us, Gunner? Would there ever be a time for us?” She stood up straight and started walking towards me. She pressed herself against me, and I could feel the slight curves of her body. I could feel her small breasts behind her jacket and blouse. I could feel how thin and tight she was.
“Coyote, there would never have been a time for us,” I said, looking down hard into her eyes. She was trying so hard to be seductive, but she just seemed desperate.
“That’s a shame, Gunner, because I could really use a big, strong man like you,” she continued. She ran her wounded hand down between my legs and gripped my hardening shaft through the pants I had worn out to dinner with Sierra. She winced as she gripped me and stroked me.
“The only thing I would have done with you, Coyote, is use you and toss you away like the piece of trash you are,” I warned her, pushing her away at her shoulders.
“No, I could have made you keep me. I could have convinced you, just like Sierra did, that you wanted more than to abuse me in bed.” She put her other hand behind my neck and tried to pull my face down to hers. Her voice was heavy with sultry desire.
If I hadn’t been able to see right through her already, her little ruse might have worked. My body was responding to her very well. I just didn’t buy it.
“The diamond, Coyote,” I said.
“Look, Gunner, just kiss me first,” she begged. “You’re going to kill me after I return what I stole from you, so please give me something to make all of this worthwhile.”
I stared down into her face. Her expression was softening, and she was just a woman for the first time ever. I considered it. No one else would have known. And I knew that if I kissed her, I would have wound up giving her exactly what she wanted from me. I would have taken her right there on her desk. I would have abused her tight, narrow body. I leaned my face down to hers so that our lips were almost touching. I could feel her reaching for me, straining against the anticipation in her body.
“The diamond,” I said before backing away without giving her a kiss. I wasn’t going to give her a damn thing. I brought my gun back up and placed it against her stomach.
“You just gave up the opportunity of a lifetime, Gunner Kaye. You could have had the satisfaction of knowing that you took the most powerful woman in the city on her desk. You made her call out your name and beg you for more. You could have had the satisfaction of thrilling her body and giving her the ultimate pleasure. But you turned it down for what? For a whore. For a woman who uses her body regularly to pretend she has power, when the only power she has is her control over that thing between men’s legs. Any woman can control that. Even I have control over yours,” she said venomously.
She was right about one thing: I would have been immensely satisfied by taking her down and owning her body for the short time I planned on letting her live. But she was missing something very important. I would have walked away with at least an equal measure of guilt on my shoulders. I never could have told anyone about the time I made Coyote my bitch. I couldn’t have risked it getting back to Sierra, and I couldn’t have lived with it.
“Sorry, Coyote. I appreciate the offer, and if things had gone any differently up to this point, I might have taken you up on it, but for now, I’ve got to let that one pass.”
“Who are you, and what did you do with Gunner?” She laughed. “I guess I should ask Sierra that question, huh?” Her manner changed. The icy quality in her voice was gone. She was talking to me the way I would have expected her to talk to one of her girlfriends, not that I suspected she had any friends. That wall of ice around her probably kept everyone out.
“I guess so. Too bad you won’t get the chance. Now, the diamond. I’m here for it, not for you,” I reminded her.
“Of course, the diamond.” As she walked to the safe, I put the gun against the small of her back, and she struggled to maintain her powerful posture. As her dainty fingers touched the dial to put in the combination, I realized something. She could have had a gun waiting for her in there. If I let her open the safe, she could have easy access to the weapon. That wouldn’t be good.
“Put the combination in slowly,” I told her, raising the gun and putting it against the back of her head. “Tell me when you’re finished. Do not open the safe once it is unlocked. I will do that.”
My erection surged against my pants as I stood behind this powerful woman with a gun planted against the back of her brain. I had control over her. I wasn’t dominating her against her desk or against her wall and shoving myself deep inside her, though I could have imagined how tight she would have been. Instead, I was controlling her actions. I held her life in my hands. That was much sexier to me than just watching her ass press against my hips while I stretched open her tight little hole.
She took her time putting in the combination. It was as if she knew what I was thinking and wanted to taunt me with my own thoughts. That was fine. If she drove me to it, I would shoot her right here and finish the combination myself. I was not going to allow her to taunt me sexually to the point that I gave in to her desires to be made humble before me. No, that wasn’t going to happen. I had come to her while chasing down Sierra. Sierra was the real reason I was here. It had nothing to do with Coyote, and only very little to do with the Sun Stone.
“It’s open,” she said.
“Step aside.” I held the gun to her as she stepped to the side to let me get to the safe. While I kept my eye on her, I opened the door and reached inside blindly. I groped around with my hand, watching Coyote instead of what I was doing.
There was a small stack of cash inside. I pulled it out.
“This is compensation for your being a pain in my ass,” I told her, waving the bills in her face before stuffing them into a pocket.
There was a gun in there. It was a small handgun, very ladylike in its size and shape. It was the kind of gun that was actually sexy for women to carry. I wouldn’t have been mad if she had pulled up her skirt and had this strapped to her leg.
“Well, I’m glad I told you not to open it yourself,” I said as I pulled out the gun and held it up in front of her. I tossed it through the broken window and listened to it clatter on the patio behind the house.
She shrugged and offered me a weak smile but no explanation. We were past the point of really just talking shit to each other at that point.
Then, I found it. My hand grabbed the Sun Stone. I felt a greedy kind of satisfaction surging through me as I pulled it out of the safe and tested its weight in my hand. That was the prize. That was what had started this whole thing. Part of me wanted to make it disappear with her, but part of me knew I couldn’t let it go now.
“Thank you, Coyote.” I pocketed the diamond and gestured toward the window with my gun.
“We’re walking now?” she asked as she walked past me and stepped through the crunching glass on the floor and outside on the patio.
“That’s right, we’re walking,” I agreed. “Let’s go past the back wall. There’s a gate, right?”
“Yeah, there’s a gate,” she said, her tone short now. She had to have known that it was all over. She had to have known why I was taking her to the back.
As we walked across the patio, we heard several gunshots with measured intervals in between. Someone must have been taking out her men out front. Coyote stopped walking and jumped with each shot.
“It’s just my guys taking yours out,” I told her. “Keep walking.”
“Okay,” she said. It sounded like she was giving up. It was almost sad to witness. Almost.
“Keep going,” I urged her. “Your silence is noted. Let’s go.”
We walked to the back gate. Unlike the large gate at the front of her driveway, the gate along the back wall was small, like something I would have expected to see in a garden, not along a protected wall guarded by machine guns and bright lights. Then again, I wondered how many people tried to sneak up behind her house.
“There’s a good spot back he
re along a trail,” she offered as we stepped past the wall. “It’s clear, and I’ve even got a bench back here.” There was a sadness in her tone. I didn’t like it. It tried to make me feel bad for what I was about to do to her.
“Show me,” I said. I figured it was her last wish. It wouldn’t hurt too much to grant it.
I followed her to a small clearing just off of the path through the woods directly behind her home. There was a small stone bench situated in front of the trees. She sat down and kicked off her shoes.
“Man, it feels good to be out of those things,” she said, flexing her toes.
“I bet it does.” I chuckled. “Get comfortable,” I added.
She took off her dark coat and folded it next to her on the bench. She wore a white button-down blouse, and she started to undo the buttons one by one.
“What are you doing?” I asked as the swell of her breasts became obvious above her bra.
“I’m just trying to offer myself to you one more time,” she said.
She continued to unbutton her shirt until she could pull it open and show me her chest. She spread her legs while one hand pulled at her bra to reveal a hardening nipple and the other hand reached down to pull up her skirt.
I cocked the gun and walked up to her. I put the barrel right in the middle of her forehead, but she just writhed like some kind of serpent underneath it and licked her lips at me. Her hands left her body for mine. She began rubbing my stomach and my legs. She reached for my belt, but I couldn’t take anymore.
I pulled the gun away from her head and swung my arm to the side, catching her in the temple with the handle. She fell over, grabbing the side of her head, and I pumped three shots into her body before walking off. Blood was already soaking through her blouse when I turned to leave.
I was through with her.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Sierra
I heard three gunshots in rapid succession from behind the house. The three of us stood up on the steps out front and turned around.
“Probably just Gunner handling Coyote,” Luther said.
“Yeah, but we should still check,” Duncan added.
“Thank you,” I told him, turning to make sure I looked right in his eyes to show him my very real concern for Gunner’s well-being.
“You got it,” he said back to me, offering me a smile.
I didn’t know if Luther had talked to him for me or if my look had simply worked that much, but I was glad to receive that smile from him. The three of us ascended the steps to the house. They drew their weapons as we approached the open door of Coyote’s mansion.
Duncan put his hand out to keep me from entering first. Luther stood behind me to cover the rear as we walked in. We crept into the house, unsure of exactly where the gunfire originated, and also cautiously scoping out the scene to make sure there weren’t any guards who had been missed in the initial sweep of the mansion.
“It’s done,” Gunner’s raspy voice called from the back door as he walked in, followed by the members of The Immortal Devils who had covered the back of the house throughout the ordeal.
Gunner was still the image of masculine perfection. He still wore the clothes he’d worn to dinner with me, but his shirt was open, revealing a tight white undershirt. His hair was wet and was hanging down, having fallen from the way he normally wore it, slicked straight back. He had a stern, determined look on his face as he walked into the house and came up to us.
“You finished her?” Duncan asked as they clasped hands and embraced, patting each other on the back.
“Yep, she’s out back just off a trail through the woods. They won’t find her body right away,” he told us.
After he stepped aside from Duncan, he patted Luther on his massive shoulder and grabbed me. He pulled me in for a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him in a moment of tender silence.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” I said into his chest.
“Of course I am. I’m always going to make it through,” he said, pushing me back so I could look into his eyes as he spoke. He winked, that cocky bastard. I couldn’t help but laugh at hm. He was so full of himself.
“Are you okay, though?” he asked, putting a finger under my chin and lifting my face to examine me.
“Yes, Dad,” I said, dismissively brushing his hand away. “I’m fine. Please. You act like I can’t handle this.”
“I don’t know. You were looking sort of rough earlier tonight.” He gave me his trademark teasing smile and put an arm across my shoulders to keep me close.
“Gunner, I don’t want to interrupt, but it will be daylight soon,” Luther said. “Shouldn’t we get out of here?”
“Yeah.” Gunner sighed beside me. “First, have everyone comb the house. If there is anything you see that we can use or sell, take it. We’re taking the truck back, too,” Gunner told him.
Luther nodded and signaled to the rest of the men to go back into the house. I was sure if I had followed them, I wouldn’t have seen just a random raid. I was fairly certain they were going to comb over the house as methodically as they had protected the front yard.
“You’re riding with me this time,” Gunner assured me as we walked down to the driveway.
“Are we just going to leave everyone here?” I asked as he straddled his bike.
He looked at me without saying a word, and I could see the exhaustion in his eyes. I could see it in the way he sat on the bike.
“I’m tired. They can handle the house. They’ll be out of there in maybe ten minutes,” he said. “They’ll know where we rode off to when they come out front and see my bike gone.”
“Well, don’t you want to wait and make sure everyone is alright?” I suggested. “It just seems rude to ride off and leave them here like this.
He chuckled. “It’s not rude. They’ll be fine, and if anything had happened to anyone, I would have heard about it by now. Look, if you want, I can call a large, full MC meeting this evening after everyone has had time to go home and recover.”
I thought about it. I had only met Duncan and Luther. I knew there were still two other guys from the photos in his office that I hadn’t met, and there were countless others, of course, I would probably never know by name. It seemed like a good idea to have them all over to celebrate reclaiming the diamond. In fact, it seemed very appropriate to do that.
“Yeah, let’s invite them over to the mansion so you guys can celebrate your victory.”
“The mansion?” Gunner balked at the idea. “I don’t want the entire MC at the mansion.”
“Well, is there anywhere else?” I asked. “Do you guys own a clubhouse or headquarters?” If it was the shop I saw in one of the photos, there was no way we were going to fit everyone in there. And there wasn’t a club big enough to hold all of them.
“Good point,” he conceded. “The mansion, it is.”
“Good. In the meantime, let’s go back and relax. I could use a nice, hot shower.”
I climbed onto the bike behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I let my hands drift south a little and felt the hard shaft between his legs.
“What’s that I feel?” I asked him seductively. “Are you excited to finally have me back?”
“Well, it’s one of three things. Either I am excited, or you just found the diamond, or you’ve got your hands on a stack of cash I pulled from your boss’s safe,” he said playfully.
“She’s not my boss anymore,” I said into his ear, and nibbled his ear lobe.
“She’s not much of anything now,” he added, firing up the bike. She came to life with a roar, and we sped off down the early morning highway back to his place. The ride went by quickly, even though it felt like we had travelled a fair distance. We passed through the city back to the outskirts of town on his side.
As we pulled up his driveway and parked the bike in front of the house, we were greeted by his private security. One guard stood and watched over us, while another took my hand as I cl
imbed down from his bike. The atmosphere here was completely different from where we’d just left. It was relaxed and safe. There was no chaos here.
“Home sweet home,” I said with a heavy sigh. My body relaxed just at the sight of the place.
“You know, I never asked: where were you staying before you came to me?” Gunner asked me as he put an arm around my waist to walk me into his mansion.
“I had a hotel suite downtown,” I told him. “I didn’t have much there, just some clothes, but most of those you’ve already replaced.”
“Is there anything you need to do, like call and let them know you won’t be staying anymore?”
“Yeah, I can do that, but you don’t need to worry about sending anyone around to grab my things. If there is anyone left with loyalty to Coyote, they’ll be watching the place for a few days.” I wanted it to be clear that I didn’t need anything from the hotel. I wasn’t a sentimental person, so I rarely held onto anything. My phone was probably my oldest possession, and I kept it on me pretty much all the time.
