by Jessie Cooke
He smiled. That was the Patty he knew and loved. “Not even a little bit,” he said. “You’re way too young to be my mother.”
“Shut the hell up,” she said, chuckling. “The kitchen is behind me. It’s a help yourself kinda place.”
“Ah, just like home,” he said as he got up. That got him a punch in the arm. He was still smiling when he walked in the kitchen. He stopped at the door when he saw that it was filled with the MC’s old ladies.
“Hey there.” One of the ladies he recognized from bringing him food a few days earlier was at the stove ladling something out of a pot. She was probably in her late thirties but in really good shape. She had a body most twenty-year-olds would kill for, long black hair, and the few fine lines around her dark eyes only added to her beauty, Gunner thought.
“Hi. I’m sorry to interrupt.”
“You’re not interrupting anything, honey. We’re going stir crazy on lockdown, so we’re cooking and eating way too much.”
He smiled. “Well, it doesn’t look like it will hurt any of you a bit.”
“Aw, a boy after my own heart,” the lady said. “I’m Mona, by the way. We’ve never been properly introduced. I’m Swinger’s old lady.” Shit. Gunner hadn’t realized she was the president’s old lady. That was like flirting with Princess Di or something. He felt his face go hot, and he looked down at the floor. He heard her laugh and a couple of the other ladies giggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t tell Swinger you were flirting.” She winked at him and said, “Are you hungry?”
Still slightly nervous, he said, “Yeah, starving, actually.”
“Well, sit down and I’ll fix you a sandwich and some of Hannah’s vegetable soup, how does that sound?”
“It sounds wonderful but Tamara hasn’t eaten anything either. Would it be okay if I took it to go so I could make sure she gets something to eat too?”
“Oh,” Mona said, knowingly. “Taking care of the little lady, are you?”
“She’s had a rough night,” he said.
Mona nodded. “We heard. How’s Tommy?”
“He’s stable,” Gunner said. “I guess they’re waiting for him to wake up to see what injuries he really has.”
“Poor boy. He’s a good boy. I’ve always liked Tommy.” She ladled two bowls of soup while one of the other ladies made two sandwiches. Mona put it all on a tray with two cans of Coke and said, “Tell Tammy to let me know if Tommy needs anything.”
“I will. Thank you.” Gunner walked out of the kitchen wondering about the odd way Mona had put that. She’d said that she always liked Tommy but she didn’t mention liking Tammy. She didn’t ask how she was doing and she said to let her know if Tommy needed anything. That was strange, he thought. He was still thinking about it when he pushed through the door with the tray and found Tammy sitting up in the bed looking confused and disoriented.
“Hey, what are you doing awake already?”
She still had a disoriented look on her face as she watched him sit the tray down on the dresser. “I—I think I had a dream,” she said.
Gunner went over and sat down next to her. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she said, snuggling into his side. “I’m fine.” They sat there like that for a few minutes and she suddenly lifted her head up and said, “Is that food?”
He smiled. “Yeah. Soup and sandwiches. Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Thank God,” he said. “Me too.” He went over and got the tray, and they sat on the edge of the bed and ate in silence. He glanced at her occasionally as she ate. She looked lost in her thoughts, like she was far away. He was compelled to ask her if she was okay again, but bit it back. He didn’t want to annoy her. She had a lot to think about, and she was one of the toughest people he’d ever met. She’d be fine. She looked damned fine in her pink bra and matching panties. He kept the food tray on his lap so she couldn’t see his growing erection. That worked until she finished eating. He’d just taken the last bite of his sandwich when she stood up and picked the tray up off his lap. Hiding an erection in sweatpants was impossible, Gunner had learned. Tammy looked down at it, smiled, and took the tray back over to the dresser, treating him to the sight of her sexy round ass cheeks.
When she came back over, she didn’t sit down next to him. Instead, she straddled his lap, facing him. She kissed him, slowly and softly, just letting her tongue slip out slightly to lick along his bottom lip. She tasted like vegetable soup and Coca Cola. He wanted to taste the rest of her. “I was going to let you get some more rest,” he said.
“I’m not tired.” He chuckled as her lips found the line of his jaw. He was glad he’d shaved when he felt them kiss a trail up to his ear. She sucked the lobe into her mouth and gently nibbled on it. Then she pressed her lips into his ear and said, “I’m horny. I can’t sleep when I’m horny.”
He had his hands on the smooth skin of her waist as she was still licking and sucking at his ear. His cock was throbbing up against the crotch of her panties. He was powerless to refuse. He grabbed her tightly and swung her around so her back was on the bed. She squealed and giggled and then whimpered when he stood up. “Take it all off,” he told her. “I don’t want anything between us this time.” He stripped off his shirt and sweats and watched her slip out of her bra and panties and adjust her gorgeous body so she was in the center of the bed. He lowered his body down on top of her, pressing her hard into the bed. His erection was pressing into the top of her mound and he could feel how wet she already was. She brought her sexy muscular legs up around his waist and tried to urge him inside of her. He laughed.
“You are horny.”
“I’ve wanted you all night.”
He laughed again. “Liar. You were too worried about your brother to want me.”
“I was worried about him. But when I had my head in your lap, if Dad hadn’t been watching us like a hawk, I would have given you a blow job right there in the waiting room.”
“Damn.” He lifted his arms up and tangled his fingers in her hair. He’d wanted to do that since he followed her out of the clubhouse the night before. He ground his hips into her, teasing her with his hard cock and delighting in her moans, and then he put his mouth on her neck and kissed it, and began to nibble on it. Her moans got louder and she arched her back up off the bed as he bit all the way down to her breasts. He found one hard nipple with his lips and played with it for a few seconds, making her squirm all over the bed. Then he covered it completely with his mouth and sucked on it for a bit before biting down on it with his teeth and making her cry out. She was pulling at his hair now and she used her grip on it to move his mouth over to the other side. He used his mouth to make love to her other breast. She was panting out his name and occasionally she’d say:
“Fuck yeah.” That went straight to his cock every time. He loved the way she could be such a lady one minute and an incredible vixen the next. She seemed to love it when he used his teeth, so he placed little love bites all over her breast around the outside of her nipple before licking it furiously with his tongue. Her hips were moving up and down and in a circular motion, keeping time with his mouth as he licked her nipple, and she groaned when he stopped and sat up. He took his hard cock in his hand and rubbed the tip of it along her sopping-wet slit. She cried out his name again and tried once more to get him inside of her.
“Not yet, baby. I want to make you come.”
“I’m almost there already,” she breathed out.
“I want you all the way there…over the top.” He slid down, licking the soft skin of her abdomen. When he reached the top of her mound he licked across it, tasting her sweet juices before using his face to push her thighs apart and letting his mouth rest against her hot wet pussy.
“Jesus, Gunner!”
He smiled into her flesh and then used his fingers to part her open. He brought his tongue out and licked her softly from top to bottom. He did that several times before finally letting his tongue slide into her silky tunnel. Sh
e was pulling his hair hard, lifting her hips off the bed and making the sexiest noises he’d ever heard. He wanted to drive her to the brink of madness before she came so she’d never be satisfied with another man. He realized as he had that thought how strange it was, but it was true. He never wanted another man to touch her. He wanted her to be his. He licked up her pussy to her hard clit. She mumbled unintelligibly and pushed his face in deeper as he sucked it into his mouth. He used his lips, his tongue, and his teeth to pleasure her, and her moans were getting louder and more desperate.
“Oh my God, Gunner! I’m going to come. Oh, Jesus! Oh, fuck!” He kept sucking on her clit as she yanked on his hair and her whole body went stiff as a board. She cried out so loud that if anyone was outside the door there was no way they wouldn’t hear her, but Gunner didn’t give a shit. She was shaking and quivering and he was licking her softly, working her through the orgasm. She tasted sweet and salty, and he realized that he had never enjoyed oral sex on a woman as much as he just had with her. When she stopped shaking he pulled his face up and looked at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was stuck to her face in places. She had her eyes closed but she was smiling. And then she untangled her legs from around his shoulders and he felt her hand work its way down his chest and abdomen until it found his hard cock. As soon as she touched it fireworks went off in his head. He wasn’t sure if he’d convinced her that she would never want another man or not, but surprisingly he was almost convinced that she was the only one for him.
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She held him in her hand and began stroking. He dropped his head down on the bed and thrust his hips forward and back, loving the way his cock felt against her soft hot palm. Then she squeezed him and he thought he might explode. “Fuck, I need you, Tammy.”
“I need you, Gunner. Roll over. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“I’m o—” She put her fingers against his lips.
“I said on your back.” He smiled and rolled over, taking her with him by holding onto her hips. She squealed and giggled as he sat her up on his face instead of his hips. “What are you doing?”
His face was pressed into her as he said, “Showing you who’s the boss.”
“Oh, you think so…” He cut off her words by sucking her clit back into his mouth. He liked having her this way because he could look up at her face and see her eyes roll back into her head in ecstasy. He licked and sucked at her pussy and let his hands explore the smoothness of her legs and hips. He reached back and gripped her round globes and pulled her down on his face so hard he could barely breathe, and shoved his tongue up inside of her as deep as it would go. She practically screamed and pulled her hips up off his face.
“You’re going to kill me!” she cried out. He chuckled, and as she lifted to reposition herself over his hips, he reached down and slipped two fingers up inside of her. She groaned and rocked into his hand. Holding herself up with the muscles in his legs while he fingered her, she reached down and took hold of his cock again, this time stroking it fast and hard. He was on the verge of coming in her hand when he pulled his fingers out of her and said:
“Okay, you win.” She laughed and let go of his cock, but instead of putting it inside of her, she slithered down his body and licked around the outside of the head. He put his hands in her hair with the intentions of pulling her back up but, when she sucked the shaft of his cock into her mouth and began swirling her tongue around it, he couldn’t stop her. He let go of her hair and gripped his own, tugging at it to distract himself from the unbelievable pleasure her mouth was giving him so he didn’t come before he got the chance to be inside of her. She tortured him with her tongue, licking all the way down the shaft and then across his balls and along the insides of his thighs where the skin was sensitive. She nipped lightly at the head and then suddenly engulfed the whole thing and started all over. He was ready to scream before he finally pulled her up off him and in a raspy voice he said, “Please, baby.”
She repositioned herself again so their hips were even, and wiggled against him so the head of his throbbing cock was against her wet opening. He reached down and slipped the head into her and she impaled herself on it. They both cried out and she dug her nails into his shoulders as he filled her up. For a few seconds, she just sat still on top of him, holding him inside of her and letting them both savor the feeling. Then suddenly she sat up straight and he was treated to the sight of her sexy face and her bouncing breasts as she began to ride his cock. He held onto her butt, massaging it and squeezing it in his hands, helping her move faster as his hips came up to meet her and grind into her harder. He was tipping over the edge of the cliff but she fell off first. She fell forward onto his body and cried out his name. He felt her chest heave and her body seize and he felt the warmth of her orgasm, just before her sexy body went limp and she melded into him. She lay like that for a few seconds before lifting her head and bringing her mouth down on his. He slid his hands up her back while they kissed, caressing her soft skin and willing himself to lie still until she was ready to go again. It didn’t take her long before she started moving against him slowly. He began to gently thrust his hips up and down, increasing the pace and intensity slowly until they found a sexy rhythm. He was satisfied with that, he thought, until she suddenly shifted her hips, angling them so that each time he pressed into her the shaft of his cock stroked across her swollen clit. He reached up and grabbed onto her shoulders and used his grip to press her down harder each time. The tip of his cock hit bottom again and again until he absolutely couldn’t stand it any longer. He moved his hands down to her hips and held her to him while he brought his hips up and had an orgasm that rocked him to his very core. He felt it in every part of his body and while his brain was still disengaged he pulled her down against his sweaty body, pressed his lips to her ear, and said:
“I love you.”
Gunner “Adam” Davis had spent his entire adult life trying to figure out new ways to get rid of women when he was finished having sex. Those three little words had Tamara off his body, into her clothes, and out of his room so fast that his head was still spinning once she was gone. Go figure.
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Gunner got dressed quickly to follow Tammy. He had no idea how you take back those three little words, but he felt compelled to try to do some kind of damage control. He was almost out of the room when his phone rang. He debated letting it go to voice mail but when he looked at the face of it and saw that it was a San Antonio number, he was curious.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Davis, this is Detective Samuels.”
“Detective, what can I do for you?”
“I was actually looking for Miss Covey. She’s not answering her phone.”
“Is her brother okay?”
“He’s fine—well, as far as I know. I haven’t had any updates from the hospital. I just have a few more questions for her. You wouldn’t know anything about a ferry that exploded in Corpus Christie last week, would you?”
“Corpus Christie? I haven’t been up there since…”
“Since the night I arrested you?”
“Right, five years.”
“Hmm. Well, I have reason to believe that Miss Covey was there recently. I’d appreciate that call back ASAP.”
Fuck. “Sure, Detective, like I said, as soon as I see her.”
“Thank you, and Mr. Davis, one more thing…”
“What’s that?”
“I do a lot of work with gang task forces around the country and if I had to pick one to associate myself with…only if I had to pick one…I’d be in Massachusetts right now if I were you instead of Texas.”
“Thanks, Detective, I’ll keep that in mind.” Gunner ended the call and shook his head. Tammy wasn’t going to be thrilled about talking to the detective again. He suddenly remembered that he needed to find her, stuck the phone in his pocket, and headed out. He was almost to the great room when he heard Tammy’s voice. He stopped outside the door it was coming from and listened.<
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“My problem with being with a biker is that I already know they won’t ever tell me the full story, about anything. I swore to myself I’d never be with a club member for that reason. I hate always being in the dark. I hate that they expect me to be a part of all of this, but only the part they want, or allow me to be. Then I meet this guy and I start having feelings for him…shit. I’m so stupid. I let myself believe it was just fun…just good times to get me through all the bullshit that’s been going on. When Tommy got hurt, I swore that when he was better I was getting as far away from here as I could. How do I reconcile that with these fucking feelings I’m having?”
She was talking about him. She did have feelings for him, but she didn’t want to. He wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Another woman’s voice, one that sounded slightly familiar to him, said:
“Loving someone means trusting them, Tammy. Do you trust your daddy and your brother?”
“I don’t know. I always feel like there is so much they’re not telling me.”
“Everything this club does is for us…their family. We don’t need all the details of what they’re doing every minute. They do their job and keep us safe and they’d never do anything to hurt us.”
“I was kidnapped and nearly sold into white slavery and Tommy is lying in the hospital fighting for his life because of this ridiculous war. They might not mean for us to get hurt, but we do.”
“This war started the second Eddie and his goons put their hands on you. Randall held off for a long time, but he wasn’t going to stand for anyone hurting you.”
“Are you saying this war is my fault?”
“Of course not. But I am saying that your father and your brother and the rest of this club are fighting for you. Yet you still don’t trust them, or anyone else that wears a patch, or wants to.”
“Shouldn’t trust go both ways?” Tamara asked. “I’ve been a part of all of this for longer than a lot of Dad’s enforcers, and by your own admission, this has a lot to do with me, so how can anyone ask me to blindly trust people that don’t trust me enough to tell me what the hell is going on?”
