Page 42 of Gunner

He narrowed his eyes. “Just to be clear, this was a one-time thing, but fine! Go ahead. What’s it to me if people can smell you a mile away?”

“You mean smellyouon my skin?” I got up and grabbed my cut off the floor. “How’s your ass, by the way? Any bleeding you want to tell me about?”

He grumbled what sounded like a no.

“What’s that, Chief? I can’t hear you.”

“Then get a fucking hearing aid. I’m not repeating myself.”

Chuckling, I swiped my keys from the bedside table. “Still so testy. How about tonight, we pick up where we left off, get you distracted from you hating my guts? You’re so much easier to handle when you’re on your knees.”

“Nothing can distract me from that.” He pointed at the bed, then between the two of us. “What just happened—it’s just guy stuff. We fuck around like this all the time, and it doesn’t matter so much who the person is. That’s all that was.”

I patted my pockets. Where the fuck were my smokes? I needed them after listening to his bullshit.

Dammit, I’d left them in my saddlebag.

“I’m heading out,” I said on my way to the door.

“Where? Back to Smoky Vale?”

“I won. You’re kind of stuck with me until we solve this case and clear my club from involvement in this matter.”

“Where are you going?”

I opened the door and raised my brow. “My dick’s been inside you once, and you think that gives you the right to know my comings and goings? You’ve got to do some freaky shit in bed, Chief, to tie a man like me down. Just lying there and taking that dick won’t do, even if you moan louder than any bitch I’ve ever stuck it into.”

A good chance existed that my words meant he would never let me anywhere near his ass again, but I couldn’t resist. Seeing him at a loss for words, him turning pale was worth it. At least it made me feel better about wanting to put my dick in him again and again.

I wasn’t prepared for this shit.

I’d rented a room at the motel Witter was staying in case he didn’t let me back into his room. After all, I’d fucked him, then left him for the entire day to attend a meeting. After, I’d gone for a walk, something I hadn’t done in a long time. Since I was in Riverton, I took the opportunity to call on the Blood Hounds chapter in the city. They offered me one of their hangarounds, but I surprised myself by refusing.

When I finally left the club, she had a cock in all her holes. Usually, that kind of depravity made me horny as fuck, but allI could think of was going back to the motel to see how pissed Witter still was.

I turned the doorknob, but the door was locked. I knocked and braced a hand on the wall, waiting. His truck was in the parking lot, so he was still there. Whether he would let me in…

Footsteps approached the door. I waved at the peephole. “It’s me.”

Seconds passed and nothing.

“Come on, Witter. We got serious shit to do. Now’s not the time for a lover’s spat, all right?”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“I’m sorry I left, okay?” I raised my voice loud enough for others to hear. “I forgot how sensitive you get after we fuck if I don’t cuddle—”

The door opened, and Witter grabbed me by the cut and yanked me inside. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Didn’t know theater arts was my favorite subject in high school, did you?” I grinned. Everything I’d been worrying about was shoved aside just to entertain myself with this man.

“You went to high school?” He strolled over to the bed and sat. “Thought you just picked up your caveman bullshit from the mean streets of Smoky Valley.”

“You didn’t mind that caveman bullshit pinning you down earlier.”

“Life doesn’t revolve around meaningless sex.”

“No?” I walked over to him. “Care to prove me wrong?”

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