GUNNER: Southside Skulls Motorcycle Club (Southside Skulls MC Romance Book 3)

by Jessie Cooke

  “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

  She moaned into him again and then pulled back so she could look into his eyes. “God, those blue eyes…” she whispered. “We need to talk about this morning, but not now.”

  He chuckled. “No, for sure not now.”

  “You won’t say it again…tonight, I mean?”

  He felt his face go hot. “I’ll do my best.”

  She pressed her forehead into his and laughed. “Fuck me, Blue-Eyes.”

  “Hell yeah.” He kissed her again, hard, as he carried her over to the bed. He dropped her down and started stripping out of his clothes. She did the same, giving him a sexy little show as she did. She ran her hands from the bottom of her neck down over her tits, and grabbed and pulled on her nipples. Then she ran them down across her flat belly to the top of her mound. He groaned as they disappeared into her little hot pink panties. “What are you doing in there?” he said and grinned.

  “Take a look and see.” She licked her lips.

  Gunner reached down and pulled her panties to the side. She was using her fingers to pull her wet lips apart. He slid one of his fingers in between them and slipped it up inside of her hot, sopping-wet pussy. He felt her muscles clamp down around it as soon as he did. “Jesus, you feel so fucking good.” He was moving his finger around and she groaned out,

  “You feel me so good.” He leaned down over her while he slid a second finger up inside of her and kissed her again, this time harder and more aggressively. His heart was hammering in his chest as his hard cock slapped against her smooth thigh. He was aching to be inside of her, but he wanted it to last longer than a minute. He fingered her for a while, enjoying the way she moaned and squirmed, and then he let his mouth slide down her chin, across her neck, and he kissed across her collarbone. He brought his free hand up and massaged her tits and pinched her nipples as he kissed and licked across her full mounds. She was writhing and humping against his hand. He could tell she was getting close, but he didn’t want her to come on his hand. He pulled his hand back and she whipped her pretty eyes open and looked at him accusingly. “What are you doing, Blue-Eyes?”

  “I need to taste you,” he said as he reached down and pushed her thighs open further. He pulled his fingers out and dipped his head down between them. He brought his hand up to her mouth, and his head nearly exploded when she began licking and sucking her own juices off him wildly. He licked her from top to bottom before finding her swollen clit. As soon as his tongue hit it, she bucked up off the bed. He thought she might hit the roof. He groaned into her wet pussy, and she put her hands in his hair and pressed him in harder and deeper. Gunner almost couldn’t breathe, but he thought if he suffocated…what a fucking way to go. He’d be a folk hero and walk through eternity with the smell and taste of Tamara on his lips. What more could a man want?

  Gunner slipped his hands underneath her ass and cupped her cheeks. He held her up off the bed and pressed into his mouth while he continued to explore her sweetness. Her fingers were tangled tightly in his hair as he pushed a finger back up inside of her. He took her clit between his teeth and bit down on it lightly as he slid a second finger inside. She was making loud sexy sounds, and Gunner didn’t even care that everyone in the rooms around them had to be able to hear. He felt her legs wrap around his head, and he banged and sucked her wildly and furiously as she urged him on, until she screamed out in ecstasy and he felt the warm wetness of her orgasm rush over his fingers. He continued to move his fingers for a few seconds and then he licked her again from top to bottom and back up before lifting his head and looking at her face. “Kiss me,” she whispered, without opening her eyes.

  Gunner moved back up on the bed next to her and covered her mouth with his. She licked and sucked at his tongue and then at his face like she couldn’t get enough of her own taste. It turned him on like nothing else that she was so uninhibited. “Fuck me now, Blue-Eyes. I need you inside of me.” She opened her eyes then and stared into his as he reached down and lined himself up against her opening.

  “Condom?” he squeaked out.

  “I’m still clean.” He grinned, then slammed his mouth back down on hers before thrusting inside and filling her up. They moaned into each other’s mouths as he began to move in and out. She wrapped her legs around his back and used her thigh and calf muscles to pull him in tighter and deeper.

  “Oh my God, Tammy…fuck, baby…”

  “I know,” she breathed out. “I feel like you were made to fit me…fuck.” He closed his eyes as the sensations tore through him. “Open those blue eyes, baby, look at me.” He opened his eyes and looked into hers. “God, I love those eyes.” Gunner leaned down and shoved his tongue into her mouth before he said something stupid again. He’d just never felt anything like the way Tamara made him feel. He wasn’t even sure what love was, or if that was what he was feeling, but he couldn’t imagine it would could feel any better than what this felt like.

  He pushed back up and she put her arms around his shoulders. The faster and harder he fucked her, the more excited she got. She dug her fingernails into his skin while he pounded her and then suddenly she pulled up all the way, pressed her breasts into his chest, and pushed her tongue into his mouth. He felt her core tighten and then she let out a long sexy groan against his lips before almost turning into a puddle of hot flesh underneath him. Gunner never wanted to have sex with another woman. There was no way it could ever be this good.

  When he pulled out of the kiss and saw the look of pure ecstasy on her face it put him over the edge of the cliff, and he let out a loud grunt before plunging into her as deep as he could go and letting his orgasm wash over him in wave after wave of pleasure. He collapsed down next to her, still holding her tightly while they both shuddered and quaked and came down from their incredible high.

  35

  It was Zack’s birthday and he had been asked to stay out of the great room most of the day. He knew they were getting a party ready for him and he was excited to see what they had come up with. Zack was in Tennessee, just outside of Clarksville, at the clubhouse of the Invaders, the club he belonged to as a nomad. Being a nomad gave him the freedom he craved while still having a connection to the brotherhood…the only life he’d ever known or wanted. He spent six to nine months a year racking up miles on his bike and gathering information that he took back to his club. The other three months he lived in Clarksville with his brothers.

  Zack grew up as the son of the president of the Head Hunters. Matt “Swinger” Leoni was a legend in Texas. Zack grew up believing that one day he’d take his father’s place when his dad was too old to ride. By the time he reached adulthood he was looking for any way out. He had a list of reasons why he didn’t want to wait around for Swinger to pass the torch on to him, the main one being that he hated the old bastard.

  He was getting so antsy in his room waiting to be called out for the party. He was thinking about home, and that was never good. He had to feel the anger he still had toward his father, the resentment he felt toward his mother, and the heartache of first love gone wrong. He paced back and forth between the couch and the bed, and finally decided fuck ’em, he was going out whether they were ready or not. He’d almost pulled open the door when he heard the unmistakable click of stiletto heels on the wood floor outside, followed by a soft knock on the door. He pulled it open and his cock was instantly on high alert.

  “Well, hello there.”

  “Hi. I was sent to escort you to your birthday party.”

  The woman in front of him was about five-seven or eight in the six-inch heels she was wearing. She had on a blood-red corset that tied under her breasts and pushed up the mounds and the nipples so they were visible over the top. Her stiletto heels were on a pair of blood-red thigh-high boots and underneath that she wore black fishnet stockings and a pair of red leather panties. Her blonde hair hung loose down her back and fell to her waist. She had on a ton of make-up, with smoky eyes and red cheeks, but the part of her face that int
erested Zack the most was her lips. He loved lips, and hers were plump and painted as dark red as her outfit.

  “Lead the way, baby,” he said. He held out his arm and she took it. She led him down the hallway as if he’d never been there before and out into the great room. As soon as they walked in he was handed a mug of beer and everyone began wishing him a happy twenty-ninth birthday. The woman, whose name he didn’t know, stepped away from him and walked around the line of his brothers, old ladies, and club girls that stood stretched out in front of them. Zack accepted the well-wishes and tried to get a look at what was going on behind the wall of bodies, but he couldn’t see a damned thing. Suddenly the lights dimmed all around him and he saw a halo of light come on behind the crowd. The rumble of a Harley startled him as the people all began to step out of the way. His mouth fell away at what he saw. His bike, the thing he loved most in the world, was parked in the center of the room. It was a wild Screamin’ Eagle Road King that his father had bought him as a bribe to keep him from leaving the fold. Zack kept the bike, and since had modified and upgraded it with a big bore stroker flywheel and rod assembly, and a newer twin cam 88 engine. Everything was chrome except the tank, which was painted with black and orange flames and a silver alien head on one side…the logo of the Invaders.

  But as curious as it was that they had brought his bike inside, he was even more curious about why two of the guys were now draping a black silk tablecloth over the seat. One of the guys, a sergeant at arms nicknamed Killer, reached over and turned off the engine. Zack sipped his beer and watched the woman in the blood-red leather as she strutted over to the bike. Slow sexy music came on as she straddled the bike. She reached down and loosened the corset tie and then took one of her dark, stiff nipples between her fingers and began to pinch and pull on it. She arched her back and used her other hand to play with the other nipple. Zack looked around at the rest of the audience. Some of the guys were already rubbing the front of their jeans where their erections protruded and some of them were massaging a pair of tits or an ass of their own. Zack smiled. His brothers knew him so well. Zack loved to watch. He fucking loved it. Watching a woman play with herself or getting fucked got him off faster than anything else.

  She looked right at him as she touched herself, squeezing her big firm breasts in her hands before letting her fingers run slowly down across her smooth stomach and across her thighs. She let her fingers run down between her legs and opened her mouth in a wide “O” when she touched her pussy. Lifting one leg up and turning toward him slightly, he could see that the leather panties and fishnets were crotchless and that she had her fingers in her bare pussy. She was stroking the lips and under the bright lights Zack could see it glistening. He watched in fascination as she used one finger to circle her hard clit and then she let it slide up inside of her wet tunnel, moving it in and out as her thumb brushed across the swollen clit and made her shudder with pleasure. Zack looked around again. Some of the guys had taken out their cocks and were stroking them while they watched her. A few of them now had their hands inside their old lady’s panties, fingering them while they both watched. The girl on the bike pulled her hand out of her pussy and licked her fingers like it was ice cream, closing her eyes and savoring the taste.

  “Happy Birthday, Buddy.” Hashtag, one of his best friends, had stepped up next to him.

  “Thanks, man. This is fucking awesome.”

  “Thought you’d like it. She’s hot, huh?”

  “Fuck, yeah.” She was humping her hand again, faster this time. “I think she needs a dick.”

  “You want to give it to her?”

  Zack smiled. “After you.”

  “Hell, yeah.” Hashtag unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans as he approached her. He let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them, not a bit shy about his hard cock falling out in front of a room full of people. Not many of them were watching anyway. An orgy had already begun on the couches and in the chairs set up around the room. A few of the girls were on their knees servicing their men as they continued to watch the show.

  Hashtag kissed the woman on her dark red lips while he rolled a condom on his thick erection. Then he took hold of her hand and helped her stand up off the bike, turning her around with his hands on her hips and nudging her in the small of the back so she’d bend over the bike. He pulled down the leather panties and fishnets and entered her pussy from behind. Zack’s cock ached as he watched Hashtag fuck her, but he still didn’t touch it. Hashtag had a hold of her long hair, pulling on it as he thrust in and out of her, and Zack watched in fascination until the woman screamed out in a wild, breathless orgasm and Hashtag grunted out his. That was when Zack was ready for her. Something about a woman that had just had an orgasm appealed to him on a primal level. When no one else was around, Zack had his women get themselves off while he watched and then he fucked them.

  He went over and positioned himself where Hashtag had just been, only instead of standing up and taking out his cock, he dropped to his knees and pushed her legs open. He breathed in the scent of her sex before burying his face in that sopping-wet pussy and licking it from front to back as she moaned and squirmed. She reached back with one hand and got a handful of his long thick hair and used it to pull his face in deeper. He sucked her pussy harder and let his tongue probe up in her moist, hot tunnel. He kept at it, nipping at her clit and licking every other part of her pussy until she tipped over the edge once more and came for a second time. Zack licked her as she came and once she was finished he stood up and walked around the other side of the bike. He finally freed his aching cock and lifted her head up by her hair with one hand, and used the other hand to press his cock against her thick lips. She opened her mouth and let him slide it in against her tongue. Zack looked around the room while she sucked and licked his throbbing cock. Everyone in the room was engaged in some kind of wild fornication and it made him crazy with lust. He was thinking that this might well be the best birthday present he’d ever been given when the front door opened and one of the sergeants at arms walked in, with a blast from the past.

  “Fuck me,” was what came out of Tamara’s beautiful mouth. Zack grinned and said:

  “I’d love to.”

  36

  It took Gunner several seconds to realize his mouth was hanging open. He’d heard the stories of the wild orgies they had in the clubhouses, but this was the first one he’d ever witnessed. And did that guy with his dick in the blonde’s mouth just say he’d love to fuck Tamara? Gunner looked at Billy. His tongue was hanging out as he watched a redhead riding one of the bikers like he was a wild stallion. Patty was lighting a cigarette and watching an old guy banging some girl from behind, and Tammy was looking at the big guy with the long brown hair and a tattoo of an alien on his neck with her arms folded across her chest. At least she wasn’t returning the guy’s lustful smile, or the blatant desire burning in his blue eyes.

  “Are you part of my birthday surprise?” he asked Tammy. He still had his cock buried in the blonde’s throat. Gunner couldn’t help but think the whole scene was surreal. It was kind of hot, like live porn, but surreal all the same.

  “Fuck you. You wish,” Tammy said. “We’ll wait in the kitchen for you to pry Big Ass off your dick.”

  The big guy laughed. Tammy grabbed Gunner’s hand and led him toward the kitchen. Gunner looked over his shoulder at Billy and Patty, who hadn’t moved. The guy next to Billy handed him a joint. Billy shrugged at Gunner and took it. Patty just kept smoking and watching. They could all be characters in a pamphlet for mental illness, he thought, as Tammy pulled him through a set of swinging doors. The quiet that descended on them once the doors closed behind them was almost deafening. Gunner looked around at the state-of-the-art kitchen, trying to decide how to phrase the obvious question. Finally, he just said, “How well do you know this Zack guy?”

  She sighed and sat down at the stainless-steel table. “He was my first boyfriend. He’s the reason I have no desire or inclination to date bikers
.”

  Gunner went over and sat down across from her. “Oh, he seems…” He didn’t know how to finish that sentence. What he seemed was cocky and arrogant, and Gunner wanted to beat his ass for the way he looked at Tammy. He wasn’t sure he should say any of that out loud, though. She looked pissed and he wasn’t sure what she was pissed about.

  “Like an asshole?” she said. “He is.”

  “Oh,” Gunner said again. “So what are we doing here?”

  “Lying low for a while,” she said. “Dad would never think of looking for me here. He knows I hate that S.O.B. out there.”

  “He doesn’t seem to hate you.”

  “He’s a narcissist. He thinks everyone loves him. He’s Swinger’s and Mona’s son.” The conversation he’d overheard, and Mona’s obvious dislike of Tamara, made a lot more sense to him then. They sat quietly for a few minutes until the doors swung open and a burst of loud voices, loud music, loud moans and groans…and the big narcissist…wafted in.

  “Damn girl, you look hot.” Zack acted like he didn’t even see Gunner. He went straight for Tammy and reached out his arms like she was going to fold into them. She rolled her eyes instead and said:

  “I need your help.”

  He threw his head back and laughed as he ran a hand through his long hair. “You walk in here on my birthday, no less.” He looked at Gunner then and said, “With your pre-school boyfriend…” That brought Gunner to his feet. Tammy jumped up between them and said: