Page 59 of Gunner

Ronan slows down to a walk, but his hand never leaves my ass. He pins me to his shoulder, and I might as well be an insect stabbed through to a board for all the power I have. My skin is soaked and cold but that thought sends a pulse of heat that bursts between my legs. Now I’m slick and wet there and not from the rain.

Ronan’s long strides don’t stop until he’s back at the cabin.

He rips open the sliding door and slams it shut, locking it behind us. He sets me down and pins me against the glass. We’re both drenched, water running in rivers off our hair, our faces, his shoulders and mine. He’s so much more fun to look at and focus on than I am. He’s gorgeous when he’s soaked. The shower almost did me in, but now that he’s wet and a little bit muddy, with a few blades of grass stuck to his feet and shins, breathing like a wild animal, he’s intoxicating.?

His dark eyes pin me to the spot, skewering me like that insect I was just thinking about.

He looks like he’s going to kiss me straight through that glass with a fury and an intensity that I heretofore haven’t witnessed, but he sinks down, knocks my legs apart, grasps my thighs in his calloused palms, and puts his mouth on me. He starts at my knee, licking water droplets all the way up my thigh.

My head crashes against the glass with a dull thud. His hands are somehow warm even though my whole body is ice.His breath, his mouth, all of him throws off heat as hot as a real furnace.

I love the sight of him down on his knees in front of me, head bowed. I grasp his soaked hair with one and stroke the shaved, shiny part with my fingertips. I love tracing the dark ink there, slick and just as hot as the rest of him. His hands trail up my thighs, spreading them further apart. His fingers trace my hips and then he grasps my ass.

The light from the kitchen is a soft glow on this side, the rain thrumming against the glass, my back pressed so tightly up against it.

He teases me with open mouthed kisses all over my thighs, licking and sucking the rain off my skin.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs into me. “You smell so good. I’ll never get enough of it. Your skin.” He traces another raindrop with his tongue, then kisses his way up to where I’m hot, soaked, and ready for him. “You’re so beautiful it’s going to kill me, but I’ll die a happy man.”

I want to tell him he’s not going to die at all if I have anything to say about it, but he surges forward, parting me with his tongue. He licks from bottom to top, stopping at my clit to suckle and kiss it. He hasn’t shaved in a while and his stubble burns against my tender skin. He still feels a thousand degrees hotter than me, even when he parts me and thrusts his tongue inside of me.

My whole body shudders with the pleasant intrusion. He takes his time, but not because he’s trying to drive me mad. I can tell from his deep moans that he’s enjoying himself too thoroughly to rush. He wants to taste and explore every bitof me. My nipples are hard little diamonds reminding me that technically, a lot of my body is still ice cold.

Ronan flicks his tongue over my clit and licks down, back to my entrance. He circles me and delves inside, teasing me by giving me only the sweetest taste of that euphoric sensation before dancing back to my clit again. He sucks me carefully, far too good at what he’s done to let me come by accident.

“Ronan… get up here.”

He lifts his head, grinning deviously up at me. “I didn’t know you were in charge of your own punishment.”

“Punish me with your cock.”

“Not quite there yet.”

He works me over again, alternating between my entrance and my clit until I’m a watery mess held up by his weight and the glass. He licks my clit with broad strokes and traces every inch of me. He doesn’t give me his fingers to relieve some of the pressure. He wants this to hurt so good, and it’s exquisite torture.

Finally, he surges up, wraps one palm around my breast, pinching my nipple so hard I yelp in surprise. It turns into a purr of pleasure as his other hand traces over me, his fingers teasing my entrance.

“Fuck… so good,” I whimper.

He spins me around and lifts my hands above my head, flattening my palms to the glass. The fact that anyone could be out there watching us, even though we’re in the middle of nowhere, makes my heart race.

“Are the windows and doors in here tinted?”

“So you can see out, but no one can see in.”

Of course they are. There’s no way Ronan would take a chance letting me be seen. He’s far too possessive to share my body with anyone else. I should find that kind of behavior archaic and disgusting, but it only makes me wetter. I was horrified when he pummeled one of his own club brothers for doing nothing that night I showed up at the clubhouse, but in his defense, he probably thought someone would mistake me for the women who hung around there, ready to be used for any one of those men’s pleasure.

I belong to Ronan and Ronan alone. If I had a problem with that and told him to back off, I know he’d listen, even if it was hard. What I want means something to him. My pleasure is his pleasure and my misery, his.

“Brace yourself.”

He gives me that warning and his hand at my hip, brushing along the curve of me, running over my ass. His other hand cups my breast from behind, brushing maddeningly along the underside of it. It’s not where I need him. I want him to pinch me again and fill me with that dizzying sensation of pain and pleasure.

He grinds his hips against my ass, his hard cock riding along my ass crack.

I moan and drive back into him, hoping he’ll take that as a sign to get the fuck inside of me.

His face drops to my neck, his warm lips an assault on skin, licking and sucking, scraping his teeth against the tender skin.

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