Page 55 of Gunner

“Come, Dil. I want to see you break apart.”

He keeps up the punishing rhythm but presses two fingers hard to my clit in a firm pinch.

“Oh my god!” I scream.

“My name on your lips and my name only,” he commands like a total Neanderthal, and nothing has ever been so hot than the beast stripped down, feral and wild as the woods out there above me.

I barely keep my eyes open as I come. The pleasure is blinding, and my scream shatters the somewhat peaceful calm of the clearing. It echoes through the woods and strays to the fresh mountain air.

I want him to come inside me. That’s what the condom is for.

He pulls out instead, rips the thing off while the pleasure is still rolling through me, shaking my limbs and rattling my teeth, scoring me to the bone.

He jacks himself, but he’s already there. The first pump makes him come in hot, thick white jets all over me. It’s so primal that a louder declaration and a hotter brand couldn’t possibly exist.

My rapid breaths make a mess of the wetness. It slips off my belly and mound and leaks down my sides.

“You ass!” I can’t keep the laughter inside. “We had a perfectly good condom. You didn’t have to make a mess of me. Please don’t tell me that the only way to clean myself up is a fresh mountain stream that’s absolutely frigid or some bushcraft fuckery.”

“I like your filthy mouth. Perfect for a kindergarten teacher.”

“Hey. It’s the weekend. I’m off duty.”

He takes his palm and starts to massage his come into my skin.

“Seriously, tell me there’s a shower here.”

“There’s a shower.”

“Do you mean that?’

He lifts me off the grass and heaves me into his arms and carries me into the cabin. “The place has all the modern amenities while keeping the rustic charm. We have a guy in the club, Mason. He was an architect before he got bored with that and needed something else. That’s what he said about the place when he gave us the design at one of our meetings. There’s apropane tank in the back, hidden away in the trees mostly. The hot water on demand, the stove, and the furnace all run on it. There’s also a legit old woodstove we moved up here. It took six guys to haul it in.”

I hear what he’s saying, I really do, but it’s the sound of his voice that I find soothing. Combined with the post orgasm bliss and the fact that he’s carrying me bridal style into one of the most romantic places I’ve been to in years, I zone out, sinking deeper and deeper into the moment. I want it to last forever.

Ronan breaks it by setting me down in the bathroom and disappearing just long enough to flip whatever breakers or switches on.

For a cabin that wasn’t sprawling or anything, the bathroom is quite large. It’s rustic alright, with slate tiles on the floor, tongue and groove cedar on the walls, a huge jet tub, a copper sink, and a big glass shower. It’s all very lovely, but it can’t hope to compete with the man who steps back inside with me. I watch him shamelessly as he moves around, muscles working like a symphony under his skin.

I’m already anticipating the water pouring over his delicious body and me licking off every drop.

“Get in,” Ronan instructs softly after testing the temperature of the spray.

I give him the bossiest pose when he moves to the door, to hide how incredulous I am. There’s no way I’m going to shower alone. One orgasm? Nope. I’m too greedy for him to be sated already.

“Where are you going?”

“To take care of the litter on the lawn. Not leaving that out for some unsuspecting bird or squirrel to nab.”

Oh. Oh my. Just when I didn’t think this man could get nay hotter, I find out he’sfunny. I need to get in the damn shower and turn that spray to cold. It might help with my self-control, and I’d rather save the hot water for when he joins me.

I have a feeling we might be in here for a while.

Chapter 16

Gunner

I’ve never needed much sleep, and compliments of a lifetime of working night hours, awake and cautious, I find it hard to start now. I spent years working as a bodyguard and having Diletta snuggled next to me in this bed is pretty much a guarantee that there won’t be any sleep happening tonight. We’re in the middle of nowhere. Not many people know about this place, and probably none of them, aside from the club’s lawyer who finalized the land sale, are outside of the Satan’s Angels family, but I’m not leaving anything to chance.

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