Page 35 of Gunner

Maybe Gunner and Ben won't mind the truth. What am I saying? They hate each other.

To be fair, I only grabbed Witter’s ass to convince the ruthless Mafia don that Witter was mine and he wouldn’t do anything stupid that would see us both return to Smoky Vale headless.Thatwas my only intention. So what if his ass felt good in my palm, and I might have copped another squeeze. One that wasn’t nearly enough. One that made me want to strip off his stuffy suit and lay him facedown on a bed with his ass up and thighs spread.

Fuck, I hope he doesn’t shave.

One second I was figuring out the odds of this man shaving his asshole, and the next an electric current jolted my insides. A surge of voltage raced through my muscles, locking up my limbs. The world was reduced to what couldn’t be more than four seconds of pure agony as I wavered in a limbo of pain to paralysis. Four seconds that felt like hours of torture.

And then the pain was gone, almost as if it was but a figment of my imagination. I gulped in a deep breath and let it explode from my lungs.

“I told you what would happen if you put your hands on me again.”

Witter marched past me inside without looking at me. Son of a bitch.

“Sir, do you want me to call the police?” A woman poked her head out through the door across the hall. The poor thing looked alarmed and genuinely concerned.

I grinned. Fucking Witter. I would never have thought he had it in him to carry out his threat. I could get under the skin of Mr. Perfect Cop after all.

“It’s fine,” I said. “He’s a cop.”

“Oh.” She widened her eyes and, as quickly as she’d appeared, darted back inside. Testing my limbs, I found they still worked, and I went after Witter. I was supposed to be too old for all this shit, but I’d never felt more alive. Our fights gave me an energy I hadn’t had for quite a while.

Witter was yanking his tie off and stabbing the buttons through the holes of his shirt. He must have run his fingers through his hair a few times because tufts were sticking up.

“Don’t fucking start with me, Gunner,” he said.

I rubbed my stomach where he’d jammed his TASER. “I thought cops were only supposed to use TASERS when threatened. All I did was a little ass grab.” I shrugged off my cut and reached for the hem of my shirt.

“What’re you doing?”

“Looking at the damage you’ve caused. I can smell burned hair.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

I yanked my shirt off and walked over to the standing mirror next to the closet. A red mark had formed on my skin where the fucker had tased me. I locked eyes with Witter in the mirror.

“Nothing you don’t deserve.” He scowled. “Why was a mobster in a motel room assigned under my name? Are you insane?”

“I did it to help you with the case.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit. How’s this helping?”

I crossed my arms. “Then tell me what that police captain did for you, Mr. By the Book cop?”

He glanced away, confirming what I’d guessed. His meeting with the police captain hadn’t gone well.

“And what do you suppose your mobster is going to do for you? Deliver Paddy to you wrapped in a plastic bag? I need him alive. How the hell did they get here anyway?”

“Grimm made the contact for me. It was a backup plan in case you didn’t get anywhere with those cops.”

“He might still come through.” Witter shrugged off his dress shirt. He had on a gray tank underneath that stretched across his chest. The six-pack I’d expected wasn’t there, but he wasn’t out of shape either. Just not the washboard abs I’d assumed he was packing.

He looked damn good.

“Even I can tell you don’t believe that,” I said.

He was so deep in thought he didn’t seem to realize he was stripping in front of me. Could I have reminded him I was still in the room? Hell yeah, but did I want to? For sure, my cock pressing against the zipper of my jeans didn’t.

His pants came off next. Not surprisingly, he folded them neatly and laid them with his shirt. A pair of tight boxer briefs curved around his generous ass.

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