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Why then was I on all fours, waiting in this submissive position to be mounted? Because Gunner was right. I had an unhealthy dose of curiosity about how this would play out. Plus, if this didn’t work, I could send him packing back to Smoky Valeand finally be at peace to investigate this case on my own. He might be a criminal but also a biker, and their word was their creed. He wouldn’t have made that promise if he didn’t intend to keep it.

The bed shifted under Gunner’s weight as he joined me. I sucked in a deep breath, my heart beating at high speed.Please don’t let me have a heart attack.

“Why so tense?” Gunner asked. “You don’t trust me to take care of your ass?”

Hands gripped my ass cheeks, cupping so tightly blunt fingernails dug into my skin. I hissed and shifted away from the sting. A palm cracked against my ass, and I jolted.

“What the fuck!” Had this asshole spanked me?

“Hey, you only made the bet that you won’t be able to take me. You didn’t say anything about how I get to do it.”

I clenched my teeth. “Don’t fucking spank me.”

“Just enjoy the ride, Witter. I’m in control back here. Your only purpose is to take my cock and come.”

He spread my cheeks apart but did nothing. My anticipation grew. I knew he was staring directly at my hole. I wanted to grab the sheet and cover myself. Who just stared at someone’s asshole for so long?

Then it hit me. I’d been without a man since Mason’s death. Could he be turned off because I wasn’t shaved?

“I usually shave,” I bit off self-consciously.

The pad of a finger rubbed over my hole, and I clenched. “Don’t. That pretty little pink fuck hole you got on you is perfect as is, Chief. Now I get why you want to keep it locked up for somebody special.”

“Can you…stop talking and just do it? I don’t want…intimacy. I’m wound as fuck and need to get off, is all. Can you do that?”

“And that’s the sort of thing that gets you a torn-up asshole. Let me do things my way, Witter. Didn’t I promise to treat this like a delicate flower?”

He’s gotta be fucking with me.

This man…I’d thought my years of studying him meant I knew him, but he had so many layers. Which were genuine and which were nothing but bullshit because it felt like that was spewing from him right now?

Gunner ran two fingers across my hole, getting it slippery.

“Is that…lube?” Where the fuck did he get lube? Some of the tension eased from my shoulders. Maybe this could work after all.

“Always be prepared is my motto. I never go out without lube or condoms.”

This was the norm for him, then. Just fucking someone randomly. I’d already assumed that, but hearing the words from his lips left a bitter taste in my mouth.

A finger slipped into my hole, followed by another. Gunner’s fingers were broad. After two years of no penetration, those fingers felt like a whole cock up in my ass.

“Goddamn, that’s hot,” Gunner hissed. “Having the acting chief of police spread out for me with my fingers while he’s grinding on it.”

Wait…what?

Fuck.

Iwasgrinding my ass back onto his fingers.

I snapped my hips still. Gunner chuckled, pressed one hand against my back, and rotated his fingers inside me as he fucked my ass. I sucked in a deep breath and moaned.

“That’s your spot right there, ain’t it?”

I clenched my teeth to hold back from telling him to stop and then begging him to keep going. As much as this felt good, I didn’t want to beg for it. Not from him.

Fuck, I tried. I tried to keep my hips still, but I couldn’t. On their own volition, my hips pushed back into the thrusting motion of his fingers. My moans grew louder, which I tried to repress, but when he didn’t comment nor continue to challenge me in that irritating way of his, I stopped trying so hard.

“Can you take a fourth finger?” Gunner asked.

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