Sweet Revenge (Sinners MC Book 1), page 18
He pulled his head back dropped his forehead to mine, breathing hard. “We need to slow down.”
“Why?” I breathed.
“Because the shit you just said to me makes me want to…”
He trailed off, but I pushed him for an answer. “Makes you want to what?”
His breathing slowed some. “Just give me a minute.”
“No.” I replied, and his head snapped back.
“No?”
“I don’t want that.” I took a deep breath and found my courage. “I don’t want you to have time to talk yourself out of this.”
He lifted his hand and laid it against my cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you, Maggie, or hurt the progress we’ve made, especially not now, not after that.”
I knew he meant our conversation, and I didn’t want that either, but I knew I needed more from him. I also knew he was leaving it up to me. I loved him even more than I already had because of that. “I want this, Gunner, and I want it to be you, not the you that you try to be for me.” I pulled him closer to me. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”
He stared into my eyes for a long moment. “You tell me if you need me to stop.”
I nodded vigorously, excitement flooding my system as he agreed. “Okay.”
His lips tipped up at the corners. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.”
I grinned. “I can’t wait to find out.”
His eyes darkened, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me right up against his body and crushing his lips to mine. I felt myself moving backward until he finally picked me up and threw me down onto the bed, giving me no time to catch my breath before his hard body landed on top of me.
My body strained against his, already seeking release, the release I remembered from the last time and I’d craved ever since. Part of me wondered if I’d made it better in my mind because it really couldn’t have been that good. Could it?
He leaned up one elbow and stared down at me. “Undo your buttons.”
I shivered at the command, but realized it didn’t make me feel weak like before, but strong and desired. Lifting my hand, I started at the buttons by my neck and slowly undid one, watching his eyes and hoping he was as turned on as I was. I undid the second button and started the third when his eyes flared, and he dropped his lips to mine. He lifted his hand, wrapped it around the opening in my blouse, and tore it.
My heart beat faster when buttons flew, and I felt the cool air against my exposed skin. Still kissing me, he pushed himself up to his knees, dragging me along with him so he could pull the blouse from my shoulders. Throwing it across the room, he yanked his mouth from mine and grabbed his shirt behind his neck, tearing it from his body. I shoved my hands between us and laid them against the muscles of his stomach before sliding them up his chest. He groaned and dropped his mouth back to mine while I explored every inch of his broad chest and muscular arms, and he undid my bra.
He threw my bra to the side and pushed me back down to lay flat, his fingers quickly finding the button of my jeans and popping it open. He pulled his mouth from mine and stared into my eyes. “You sure?”
I ran my hands down his chest again and over his stomach until I could feel the button of my own jeans. I pushed the zipper down and watched his eyes flare, feeling powerful when he looked at me like he couldn’t go one more second without his hands on me. Grabbing the sides of my jeans, I pushed them down over my hips and squealed when he once again pushed up and jumped off the bed. He pulled my jeans from my body and threw them to the side before yanking his own from his body. I watched while he grabbed the band of his briefs and pushed them down, causing me to swallow hard at his size. But it wasn’t scary; it was exciting, and my body shivered at the idea of him pushing inside me.
The first and only man I’d want there.
He grabbed the sides of my panties and pulled them over my hips and down my legs, threw them on the floor, and then slid his body over mine, bracing himself on his arms when we were face-to-face.
He dropped his mouth to my neck and kissed his way down to my shoulder where he lingered while he ran his hand up to my breast. When he laid his palm over my breast, my body arched, trying to get closer to his hand.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking sexy.” he breathed into my ear.
I slid my hand up his arm and around his neck until I could bury it in his hair, letting the soft tendrils slip through my fingers. He angled his head down and wrapped his lips around my nipple, skimming his hand down my chest, over my belly, and cupped my pussy, causing me to cry out.
“Gunner.” My eyes flew opened and met his when I thought of something. “What’s your real name?”
“Ryker,” he growled, his finger running up my slippery slit.
“Ryker,” I whispered and smiled, closing my eyes when the pleasure of him rubbing my pussy was too much. “Make me come.”
He groaned and pushed his finger deep inside me, his mouth alternately biting and then licking my neck. I moaned long and loud when he pushed another finger inside me. “I want you. Please.”
“Maggie.” He groaned, dropping his head to my neck and panting. My back arched against his fingers, and he swore. “Fuck, you’re killing me. I can’t wait anymore.”
He slid his body over mine, situated himself between my legs, and rose up on his forearms. He dropped his head and skimmed his lips across mine when he pushed my legs farther apart and lined himself up at my entrance. We both groaned loudly when he slowly pushed in, and I pulled my legs up higher, adjusting to his size.
“You’re mine.” he muttered against my lips when he was finally completely inside.
I wrapped my legs around his back. “And you’re mine.”
He grinned, but his grin faded when I lifted my hips and forced him deeper inside me. He pulled out and pushed back in faster this time. The whole time, he watched me closely. I knew what he was afraid of, and if I wanted him to feel as good as I was, I needed him to finally let go.
“I love this. Everything we’re doing,” I encouraged quietly. “I never thought it could be like this.” He let out a long breath and thrust harder, his face filled with agonizing pleasure. “But I need more.” His eyes locked with mine. “I need you to let go.”
He dropped his head, and I saw the muscles corded in his neck. He was hurting himself trying to go slow for me, but neither of us wanted that. I put my hands on either side of his face and pulled his head up to look at me again. “Let go, baby.” His eyes flared at the endearment. I’d never said that to anyone in my life, but I loved the way it may me feel when he said it to me, and I wanted to make him feel that good too. “I want you to show me how much you want me.”
He watched me for a moment longer, his expression fierce before he let the leash off his restraint, pulled out, and thrust hard back inside me. My back arched involuntarily, and I moaned. “More,” I panted.
He pushed my legs up to rest by his sides and rocked back onto his knees before pulling out and thrusting back in again. He threw his head back and groaned, his thrusts increasing, his body glistening with sweat made me ache somewhere deeper than before.
I felt my release building, but I needed more. I reached down and ran my finger over my clit, crying out from the insane pleasure I felt at the contact. I’d never touched myself before, never wanted to or had the sexual urges so many people seem to have, and I never understood any of it until right now.
His head jerked down, and he watched me, his eyes flaring, his thrusts picking up even more speed and I felt him growing bigger inside me. “Fuck, Maggie, you feel amazing. I need you to come, baby, so I can.”
I wanted that too, so I circled my clit the way he had the last time and felt it coming. Bigger than before, which was almost scary since the last time, my first orgasm, was so intense I thought my body was going to blow apart.
“Ryker,” I cried out in a raspy voice when I felt it bearing down on me. I was dizzy, my eyes unfocused, and all I could do was feel. His cock was stretching me so wide and hitting somewhere so deep that it felt like we were one person moving together. A few more flicks of my fingers, and my back arched, the orgasm raced through me, suspending my voice. My neck arched, and my head fell back onto the pillow when he thrust hard one last time, dropped his head and buried his face in to my neck.
We lay there for moments or hours, I couldn’t tell. I wasn’t even sure I was awake the entire time until I felt him lift himself from me. I grabbed his sides with my hands and held on.
“Don’t move.” I muttered, my words a little slurred like I was drunk.
“I don’t want to crush you, baby.” he said, his voice filled with amusement.
I wrapped my arms around his back and let my eyes lazily slide open. His eyes were on mine, and I swear I could see straight into his soul. “I like feeling you on top of me.”
He smiled softly and laid back down, but shifted most of his weight to his arms. His lips dropped to mine, and he kissed me sweetly for a few moments until he lifted his head. I felt wetness against my thigh and knew he felt what I did. He nodded his head and pulled out of me, causing both of us to groan before he headed for the bathroom. When he came back out, he used a wet washcloth and wiped between my legs. I watched him in awe while he finished and then went back to the bathroom. He came back out and slid into bed beside me, turned my body so we were lying face-to-face and tucked his arm under my head.
“You okay?”
I nodded as best I could while lying on his arm. “Better than okay.” I felt a blush work its way up my neck and over my cheeks, but I forced myself to talk about this anyway. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
He smirked. “It’ll only get better, baby, now that I know you can handle me.”
My eyes widened. “Better?”
He laughed. “You have no idea what I want to do with you, Maggie.”
I laid my hand against his bare chest. “Then I’m glad we have a long time for you to show me.” His eyes softened. “Is it okay that I wanted your real name?”
“Yeah.” he answered quietly. “No one’s called me that since my mom died.”
“Oh.” I pushed back a little. “If you don’t want me to…”
He wrapped his hand around mine and pulled it up to his lips, kissing my fingertips. “I liked it.” I smiled and laid my head back down, snuggling in close. He put my hand back on his chest and slid his fingers into my hair. “We need to talk about something, though.”
I tilted my head back. “Okay.”
“We didn’t use protection, Maggie.” He looked over my head before his stare dropped back to me. “I’ve never gone without protection, baby, and I haven’t been with anyone in over a year, but there’s more to think about.”
I looked down and then raised my eyes shyly. “Every few years, I went to the women’s clinic and had them put an IUD in me to prevent pregnancy. I had to sneak there, but it was free, and I knew I didn’t want to have Snake’s baby or raise a baby there.”
He ran his hand down over my hair. “Why do you look ashamed of that?”
I attempted to shrug my shoulders. “I lied and snuck around.” I glanced down at my hand on his chest again before forcing my eyes back up. “I just don’t want you to think I still do that stuff. I mean that’s what I did a lot of my time with Snake, but that’s not who I am.”
“That was survival, Maggie, and I would never judge you for that. I’m glad you did everything you did. You have no idea how brave that makes you, do you?” I smiled and let out a long breath, happy he wasn’t disappointed in me. “How long does the one you have in still have before it’s not effective.”
I looked over his shoulder and thought about that. “A year left in September.”
“Good.” He pulled me in closer. “Gives us some time together, just us, and I don’t have to waste money on condoms. Sound good?”
I giggled. “Yeah, sounds good.”
“You wanna get a house together soon?” I jerked back a little and watched him talk. “Something of our own, just you and me?”
I felt tears well up in my eyes, thinking about a house. A place of my own to love, a place for my kitties to have room to run and play, a place to be with Gunner where we could be in a real relationship. A home. Something I hadn’t had in my life. I sniffed and nodded, but words failed me.
Turned out, I didn’t need them. Gunner smiled and hugged me tightly to his body. “Then that’s what we’re gonna do, baby.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
GUNNER
“We ready to do this?”
My eyes snapped to Pop who actually looked excited to be making the call. We’d waited a few days just like we talked about, but it was time. I thought back over the past few days with Maggie and grinned. No matter what happened next, it didn’t matter. I had her, and I could finally make peace with her relationship with Luke.
Bear jerked his chin up and slid the number to Pop who picked up a burner phone and punched in the numbers. I waited, my gut twisted, hoping the information and the pictures we planned to send him if he wanted proof were enough. Becs had done a fucking amazing job with the makeup and told Bear she wished she had more opportunities to do shit like that. I knew she liked doing hair and makeup daily at the salon, but she was fucking fantastic at the gory shit, and it showed by the smile that was on her face the entire time.
She was even able to fuck with the pictures enough that it looked like my arm was bent at a fucked-up angle. It was genius, and I knew Bear was proud of her. She’d officially moved in with Bear the day after Maggie’s party, and because of this shit, Race was finally the one taking her to and from work and hanging with her at Bear’s until he was finished at night. Hopefully, this call would change everything, and we could give Becs and Maggie their lives back.
It was only me, Bear, and Pop in this room. The rest of the boys were on strict instruction to leave us the fuck alone, and Bull was manning the door so no one walked in. We’d thought of everything.
At least I hoped we fucking did.
“Who the fuck is this?” My dad’s voice, rough from too many years of smoking and hard drinking, sounded in the room. The blood rushed through my head at the sound.
“Pop,” he answered, his voice equally as rough. “This Viper?”
He snorted. “Well, well, well, old man. My boy having you make the call?”
“Your boy has no fucking authority anymore to order that.”
The line grew quiet before my father spoke again; his voice arguably lower. “You tryin’ to tell me something, old man?”
“I’m ready to make a deal.”
“You don’t make the deals.”
Pop snorted. “That’s pretty fucking funny, considering I’m the one calling you.”
“You ready to trade up that whore?”
I ground my teeth together until my jaw started to ache and listened to Pop respond. “That what you want?”
He was quiet for a moment. “Where the fuck is Bear, old man?”
“Bear and your boy are pussies. Me and the boys decided we were tired of a pussy club, decided to do something about it, so now you deal with me.”
“You expect me to believe that? An old timer like you was able to overthrow Bear and my boy? Not a fucking chance.”
“You better watch your mouth, Viper. I may be old, but I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you have, and I still got friends who like to help this old man out.”
There was silence before he spoke again. “Who turned?”
“Bull, Tank, enough of the big ones to make a difference.”
“Where’s my boy now?”
I lifted my eyebrow. What the fuck did he care where I was?
Pop stared at me when he answered. “Why? You lookin’ to save him?”
He snorted out a laugh. “Fuck no. I should’ve taken him out when I took out his mama, but I had plans for him then. Never guessed he’d be a goddamn sellout.”
I balled my hands into fists but let them drop by my sides. Pop leaned back in his chair like he did this shit all the time.
“You after the video?”
“You have it, old man?” he growled.
“I have everything, fucker. We doin’ business or not?”
He chuckled. “You’re no match for the Widows.”
“Probably not alone,” Pop agreed. “Good thing we ain’t alone.”
He snickered. “My boy was in bed with the cops. No other ally as far as I know.”
Pop snickered. “Guess you ain’t been paying as close attention as I thought you’d be.”
He was quiet again for a moment, and Pop grinned when he started talking. “I’m gonna need proof my boy and Bear are done.”
“I can do that,” Pop promised. “But I can do one better than that as an act of good faith.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ll give ’em to you.” My head snapped to Bear because Pop was now working away from what we’d planned, but Bear held up his hand to silence me.
“What the fuck would I want with them?”
Pop took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. “Don’t know about you, but I like to take out my biggest rival myself. That’s the old school, though. I’m sure you boys nowadays like to keep your hands clean.”
I rolled my lips together to keep from barking out a laugh. Pop just threw gasoline on the fucking fire.
“Send me the pictures, Pop. I like what I see, then we’ll talk business.”
“Alright then.” Pop answered.
“You lookin’ to join the Widows?”
“Depends on what you’re offering,” Pop said calmly. “I ain’t joining another club that doesn’t do things the way they should be done.”
“What way is that?”
“I’ll let you figure that out, boy.”
I shook my head. He called him boy. Jesus, he was pushing all the buttons. It’s like he knew my father personally and knew exactly how to make him play.
“I want the photos in the next half hour.”
“We’ll talk soon.” Pop responded before ending the call and sitting back in his seat.
