Chapter 8
Gunner
One Month Ago.
Cassie was up to something and has been for over a month now. Her eyes kept casting my way, and the way they sparkled had my dick jerking in my pants.
“Shits whacked here, man,” Zane tells me. His voice was dark and low.
“Yeah, Sal’s been up to some fucked up shit,” Topher tells me, completely agreeing with Zane.
It took me two fucking months, but I finally was in their good graces.
“How many of you feel this way?” I ask him.
“A few,” Zane replied vaguely.
Sighing, I turn my attention to him trying to keep my focus on anything but Cassie.
“What shit?” I ask hoping they would finally fill me in.
“Can’t tell you that yet, man,” Zane tells me with a slap on my back.
Nodding I understood because I did. Loyalty ran deep, even if they were unhappy.
“Some shit needs to be settled,” I tell him. It was a warning. If Reyes needed to come here, he was going to wipe this place off the map and not give two shits about who did this or that.
Cassie sent me a look, a heated one. My blood was pumping, and I decided that I was fucking her tonight. Consequences be damned, that pussy was mine.
Chapter 9
Cassie
One Month Ago.
I kept putting it off. Today, tonight, I was casting my fears to the wind and jumping in with both feet. I wanted that man with a hunger I couldn’t put off any longer.
He stayed away from the other women. Not once have I seen him with another, proving to me that he was exactly the kind of man I had been looking for.
I wanted a biker, a filthy talking, muscular, leather wearing man and tonight I was going to have him come hell or high water.
Slowly I wiped down the bar making sure all the men had a drink and quietly said goodnight. I cast another look at Gunner trying to portray with my eyes what I wanted, what my body so desperately needed.
My feet moved slowly while my blood pumped wildly in my veins. I felt like I had run ten miles when I only took a few steps.
Tonight, was the night I fulfilled every desire, every dream, and every passion induced moment. Tonight, he was mine, all mine.
When I finally reached my room, I left the door unlocked and proceeded to slowly remove my clothes. I was sure Gunner wasn’t too far behind me.
I already had the navy-blue baby doll lingerie on. I fingered its silky lace trim and smiled at how beautiful I felt. Climbing on my bed, I laid back against my pillows like the women in the romance books, trying to look sexy. My hair fanned out over the pillows, and one of my legs were lifted. I had my arms over my head, and then I watched the door.
I wanted to appear like a sex kitten. Not like someone who didn’t have a clue as to what she was doing.
The door opened slowly, and I sucked in a deep breath trying to center myself in the here and now. I needed to keep my nerves under control, so Gunner didn’t see me shaking like a leaf in a wind storm.
Gunner’s eyes widened as he slipped into the room, closing the door quietly behind him. I heard the lock engage as he started pulling the dark gray shirt over his head, none too gently and for a moment I feared he would rip his t-shirt.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his hand rubbed his mouth back and forth. His eyes heated as they scanned my nearly nude body.
“Gunner,” I whispered, “I want you to do all the filthy things you promised me,” the words were hard to get out past the lump forming in my throat. My mouth went dry as his hands went to his black leather belt and slowly pulled it apart. I watched as he pulled the leather end of his belt through the metal fastener before releasing it and going for the button on his dark well-loved blue jeans.
I blinked, and then his zipper was undone. Oh, Mary mother of God, I had sunk down the rabbit hole, and I never wanted to find my way back out.
I took a deep breath before I passed out from lack of oxygen. I continued to watch Gunner in utter amazement as he pulled his jeans past his toned hips and down his muscular thighs. He was commando.
I couldn’t look away, I couldn’t breathe, I was lost in a sea of tanned, tattooed flesh. My eyes traced the lines of cut muscle, something I wanted to do with my tongue.
“Every filthy detail,” I whispered as Gunner closed the space between himself and my bed.
“Ever fucking word darlin’,” he promised.
I watch through squinted eyes as he climbed on the bed. His weight caused the bed to shake and the mattress to sink where his body touched.
He crawled closer to me, and my legs opened slowly giving him a place to settle, but instead, he paused at my feet, and I looked at him in confusion.
Gunner ran his hands up my legs and then up my thighs. He leaned over placing his lips against my shaking flesh. His heated breath caressed my skin causing more shivers to dance along my body. Goosebumps raised all over my sensitive body.
I watched as his lips moved up my legs then up my thighs slowly kissing and leaving little love bites as he did. My eyes closed on a moan as he pressed his lips to my cloth covered pussy.
Gunner’s fingers went to my waist touching each side of my hips caressing it gently before grabbing the elastic of my panties. He is tugging them down as I lifted my ass. Then he moved them lower, and once they were gone, his lips were pressed against my pussy lips.
Reading about this and doing it was so very different. Embarrassment hit me, and I tried to close my legs.
“Open darlin’,” he commanded huskily.
My legs shook as I did what he demanded. I felt his fingers pry my pussy lips apart and his hot breath went on my clit. Another moan left my parted lips, and my eyes grew wide.
I couldn’t close my eyes as Gunner met mine. The smirk he gave me right before he leaned in closer was so cocky, I wanted to kick his ass from the bed.
Just as I was about to tell him game over, Gunner’s tongue pressed against my clit giving it a long, slow lick with just the right amount of pressure.
I cried out that it felt so fucking good. I groaned as Gunner toyed with me. Little licks and then flicks of his tongue over and over keeping me right at the edge of the most intense pleasure I have ever felt.
I screamed as his finger pressed against my opening. His teeth nipped at my clit as his finger sank into me deep, stretching me.
I’ve never stuck anything inside me before, and it was uncomfortable, but it also felt so good. Gunner’s fingers slowly retreated, and another joined it as he sank deep inside me again.
“Oh, god,” I cried.
“Not God, darlin’,” Gunner’s laughs sent sparks of pleasure straight to my core.
His fingers kept retreating and pressing in deeper, curling as they reached their destination. All I could do was scream and cry out in the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt.
“Come for me darlin’,” he growled against my clit as he gave another long lick in time with a small thrust of his finger.
My throat turned dry. Eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my body bowed. The orgasm steamrolled me, and I lost track of everything as I soared through the sky.
When I finally came back down, he was hovering over me. His cock pressed against my opening, then he rubbed his dick all over, coating it as he rubbed it over my clit.
Panting I looked up at Gunner. My eyes glued to his as he guided his dick inside me. I fought against the pain as Gunner stretched me.
He slowly pressed inside me one inch at a time. He split me open to the max leaving nothing untouched. Grabbing the sheets, I fist them in my hands as my back lifted off the bed. It hurt so god damn bad.
“That’s it darlin’, I’m halfway in. Almost there,” Gunner whispered against my lips as he claimed me in a deep hard kiss.
Halfway? Oh, Mary mother of God. Could I take him deeper?
I screamed in pain as he broke through my barrier and sunk in another two inches.
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��Fuck, you’re a virgin?” Gunner asked. He pulled back to look into my pain filled eyes.
I was at a loss for words, so I did the only thing I could. I nodded and raised my legs wrapping them around Gunner’s waist wanting him all the way in, so it wouldn’t hurt anymore.
His fingers trailed down my side pinching my nipple before going lower. When he touched my clit, my body jerked sinking another inch of Gunner’s dick.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered as he leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently. Those skilled fingers pinched, flicked and pressed against my clit. I became even more wet, which helped his cock to sink into the rest of the way.
I breathed deep through my nose waiting for the throbbing, overstuffed feeling to dissipate. His fingers continued their assault on my clit and Gunner stayed perfectly still as I slowly loosened my tight hold around his cock.
His lips crashed down on mine as he jerked deep inside me. Pleasure sparked in my core, and my pussy rippled over his dick.
I wanted to hold him inside me and never let him leave. I tried to do just that as he pulled his cock almost all the way out before pressing back inside me. He hit my womb and then retreated again.
Moans poured from me like flowing water as he picked up the pace in and out, thrusting harder and harder, faster and faster. The bed shook under me and hit the wall.
Gunner was grunting as I clenched around him. My pussy pulled on his massive cock. I was gushing as he fucked me harder, almost drilling me into the mattress. Screams poured from my mouth as he kissed me deeply.
“That’s it darlin’, come for me,” he demanded.
Another hard thrust and the head of his hard dick hitting my womb. It sent me over the edge screaming his name.
“Gunner,” I cried as the orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave.
“Fuck, Cassie,” he growled as he slammed into me even harder, he pounded into my soaking wet pussy.
Then, I felt Gunner’s dick swell inside of me. His dick went in even deeper as he pressed harder against my womb. Heat flooded me, sending me into another smaller orgasm. Load after load of hot cum poured into my pussy.
His lips kept moving over mine until I finally blissfully sunk into the mattress a boneless heap.
Gunner fell against the bed beside me and pulled me in close resting my head on his chest. I curled around him. One of my legs went over his hips, and my arm draped over his very muscular abdomen before letting the exhaustion take me.
“All fucking mine,” he whispered into my hair.
Chapter 10
Cassie
One Month Ago.
I had the most intense dream. Then, I felt Gunner’s head between my thighs as he sucked and licked my clit.
“Oh,” I moaned.
Fingers joined his lips, and I winced at the slight discomfort before he moved them gently in and out of my clenching pussy.
“Gunner,” I whispered.
Before I knew what was happening, I was on my hands and knees. My face was pressed into the pillows, and my eyes went wide.
Turning my head, I looked over my shoulder as Gunner lined his cock up to my entrance.
“Every filthy word darlin’,” Gunner said while he slowly sank inside me.
I screamed into the mattress as he pounded me, with hard, long thrusts over and over.
My orgasm was swift as I clenched hard around his cock. My pussy sucked his dick hard while my wetness gushed out. It sent Gunner over the edge, and I soon felt him flood me inside.
“I want to wake up like this every morning,” I tell him. My voice was husky from both sleep and the fucking.
He laughed and kissed my shoulder before pulling out.
“I want to climb back into this bed with you baby, but I need to head out before the brothers wake up,” he tells me sadly.
I felt very disappointed, but I knew he was right. That didn’t make the fact that he was leaving any easier. Turning around I pressed my lips to his.
“Later?” I asked him.
“The devil himself couldn’t keep me away,” he promised.
The rest of the month was filled with us fucking against every surface we could, without being caught. I was in heaven until I was in hell.
Chapter 11
Gunner
Present Day.
The clubhouse was nasty, worse than ours. It looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in years. Sal, the club president, greeted me with ill-disguised hate.
I’ve been here for a few months trying to dig through this shit storm they call a club. The first thing I uncovered, not that they were trying to hide it, was the strip club that doubled as a whore house.
Cassie was the one bright spot on this shit mission. She’s Sal’s daughter, and she was fucking perfect in every way.
Sal made things clear to everyone that she was off limits. If you touched her with, be it a finger or a dick, he was going to remove it and feed it to you.
I wasn’t here for the pussy. I was here to find out what kind of shit this club was sunk into, but Cassie wasn’t just pussy.
“Gunner,” Sal called out.
Turning I looked at the man. His gray hair and leathery tan skin went well with his ruff cracked voice.
“Get your ass in here boy,” he snapped.
The fucking bastard. I hated Sal like nothing I’ve ever hated before. Cassie looked up from the bar that she was wiping down and gave me a small wave when she caught me staring at her.
She was utter perfection with her long brown hair and sparkling emerald colored eyes. Her hourglass figure was a perfect combination to her short five-foot-five frame.
Stalking into the room that Sal disappeared in, I noticed the other brothers already seated around the table. A few were looking unhappy to see me, while others looked ready to start a mutiny.
I knew a good handful of the brothers were ready to switch clubs while the others wallowed in whatever debauchery they could find themselves in.
“What the fuck is going on?” I asked all of my brothers that were in the room.
“Sit, we need to get shit moving,” Sal demanded.
Whatever they’ve been up to was finally coming to a head.
“We need to move now. We’ve been sitting back way too long, and Emilio isn’t happy about it,” Sal told the room.
I knew that name, Emilio was a fucking cartel boss.
“He wants his shit distributed,” Sal continued.
I watched as a few of the brothers grimaced, and a few others had sweat beading on their foreheads as they cast small glances my way.
They were afraid of what would happen if I reported them back to our mother chapter. Reyes was going to fucking lose his shit.
I didn’t want to leave here, at least not without Cassie. That woman got under my skin like no other, and I couldn’t leave her here to die.
“He’s none too happy that we’ve been sitting on it and not selling it,” Sal informs the room.
He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. I needed to get Cassie and get the fuck out of here. I couldn’t and wouldn’t leave her behind to face what was to come.
Tomorrow I would head out, and she was going to come with me. I needed to come up with a way to get her on the back of my bike. Something that wouldn’t raise any suspicions from her or anyone else.
Chapter 12
Gunner
Present Day.
I looked across the room at Cassie as she put some beer into the cooler that was under the bar. Slowly I made my way towards her, and just as I reached the bar, she looked up and gave me a sweet smile.
How the fuck was this girl so sweet, I couldn’t comprehend it. Her father was a fucking crazy asshole and Cassie was the epitome of sweet and caring.
“Hey, can I get you a beer?” her voice was low and full of kindness.
“No, sweetheart,” I tell her with a small smile.
“Oh, okay,” she gives me a big smile and continues to stock the beers.
“I need you to go on a ride with me,” I tell her.
She looks up at me with her eyes wide and full of curiosity.
“Really?” she asks in shock.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I can’t tell you where, club business,” I tell her with a casual shrug.
“Oh,” she replies and slowly closed the fridge.
“I needed you to grab my purse, I’ll meet you out front in five,” she asks.
I gave her a small nod. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. I was about to have the hottest woman I’ve ever seen on the back of my bike.
Stalking out the door, I take long strides to my bike. Shit was about to get fucking crazy. Taking a deep breath, I throw a leg over my motorcycle and straddle it.
How long has it been? Was she asking questions? No, that wasn’t like Cassie. She wouldn’t go ask if she could go with me. She would just do it.
That was something that I loved about her. Although normally it would grate me wrong, she was too trusting.
She’s going to hate your fucking guts when this was over, my mind whispered.
I would rather her hate me than the alternative, a world where she could possibly be dead.
The sound of the door opening, and closing followed by the quiet slap of sneakers on the pavement let me know Cassie had arrived.
“I love riding,” she tells me quietly.
Shooting her a smile, I hold out my hand and help her climb onto the back of my bike. It felt fucking right to have her heat at my back.
“Ready, sweetheart?” I asked her.
“Yes!” She whispers excitedly into my ear.
Starting my bike, I pull out of the lot and head in the direction of home. It was a few hours away and in half that time Cassie was going to want me dead. The thought had my heart twisting. What the fuck was wrong with me?
Chapter 13
Cassie
Present Day.
Something had changed but questioning it didn’t plague me like it should have. My thoughts were focused on wrapping my arms around Gunner’s waist and holding him tight. I was excited to be going out and being free of all the club shit, and those thoughts kept me blind.
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