Page 75 of Gunner

“You ate me out right before we left, which was at five. It’s only just past ten.”

“Five whole hours, Dil. I’ve been deprived of this beautiful pussy for far longer than I can stand.”

He pulls me in against his face, kissing my pretty much still flat stomach. It maybe is slightly round, but in that way that a stomach can get after a big meal.

“How’s our daughter?”

“Sleeping.”

“If I feast on you for the next hour and then put you on your hands and knees and fuck you from behind, is that going to be an issue?”

Holy shit, this room just got hot. “The only issue would be the hour thing. You’re going to keep me on the edge of a climax for sixty fucking minutes?”

He kisses my stomach and slips his hands under my panties, peeling them down my legs. They’re far too thick for him to tear and my tender skin is thankful that he didn’t try. “I was planning on giving you multiple climaxes, but if you don’t want them…”

“I want them.”

I dodge away from his hold, kicking my panties off my ankles and scrambling onto the bed. I get my ass in the air, my legs spread apart. “There. I saved you some time. You can start now.”

His hand cracks down on my ass, but like always, it’s more noise than sting. He doesn’t waste time getting between my spread legs. He eats me like it’s been five years, not five hours. In short order, I’m a moaning, soaking mess.

He was lying about the multiple climaxes. He doesn’t let me come. He’s cruel, teasing me, circling a finger around my asshole to heighten the sensation, but he doesn’t let me come.

I gasp and clutch the blankets in both hands at the clank of his belt buckle coming undone followed by his fly.

He grasps my hips and lines himself up with my entrance. “If you weren’t already pregnant, Dil, I swear you’d be knocked up just from how deep I’m going to come inside of you.”

He’s been so overprotective of me since he found out I was pregnant that at first, he was treating me like glass. He would barely let me take two steps without worrying. I finally had to sit down and make him promise he was going to stop smothering me before I legit smothered him and not with my good intentions and love, and that fucking in any position was still on the cards—at least until I got too big, then we’d have to be creative.

I rock my hips back, arching into him until his cock slides into me, filling me. I groan at that familiar, wonderful stretch. He moves ridiculously slowly, his thrusts more agonizing than they are pleasurable until I can’t control myself any longer and my hips are the ones doing the work. He has to grasp my hip and ass either hand, but he does and finally he drives into me. He’s still careful, scared shitless of going too deep even though I’ve told him that the baby is tucked up safely inside of me.

We’ve both taken care to be gentler with each other. There certainly aren’t any booby traps in the backyard anylonger. Ronan and the club fixed the fence around the yard. There isn’t a rusty nail hazard to be seen. We have security cameras, because we aren’t totally naïve, but here, in this little slice of northern Washington, we’ve both managed to start afresh from our pasts. After my father’s men trashed the cabin, the club had to do more repairs. This summer was spent mostly on landscaping. Despite what happened there, it might be one of my favorite places, and I know for Ronan, it’s special. He loves being out there, whether it’s with the club or just us. The times we’ve gone, he’s been manic about security. There’s no turning off cameras, so there’s also no running around naked or fucking up against windows.

I urge him on, taking his deep thrusts and driving forward so that he has to chase me and go deeper. I grind back on him and then his hand snakes between my legs while he’s fucking the hell out of me. He’s nice for about half a second and then he pinches my clit, tumbling me into oblivion.

My pussy spasms around his cock, driving him to his own climax. I’ll never get tired of that feeling of him clutching me tight while he spills himself inside of me.

After, he carefully turns me onto my side and tucks his massive body behind me. I love the foreplay, the hard fucking, the thrill of the games we play, the temptation that is just Ronan all around, but this is my favorite.

I never want him to let me go.

I never want to let go of him either.

“I had no idea what love meant until I met you. Literally, Dil. You’ve shown me how to love, how to care, how to nurture. You’ve given me everything a man could ever dream of.” His hand rests on my tiny, barely-there bump.

I know he never had a family, not a proper one at least. Not until his club brothers, and now we’re going to have one of our own.

“I never had a reason to love until I met you. I wanted to. I was waiting. I’m so thankful you never gave up watching me. When you reached out to the dark for me that night… I’ll forever be grateful. We saved each other and we’ll never stop. I love you before I knew your name or your face. I’ll always love you.”

He snuggles together, our bodies clinging together on top of the blankets. He’ll sweep them over us eventually, when we’ve cooled down. I don’t need a blanket now. He’s a roaring furnace of body heat.

“How am I supposed to up a declaration like that?”

“You could go get that hood for starters.”

He kisses my shoulder, scraping his teeth there playfully. “You’re fixated on that hood tonight. Should I be worried?”

“That I no longer adore the sight of your beautiful face? Never. Never in a million lifetimes, Ronan. But go get the mask. Haven’t you heard that pregnant women have voracious sexual appetites? I think it’s the hormones.”

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