Page 47 of Gunner

“Just thought I could take you.”

“Now you know I don’t believe that shit. This attack was motivated by someone. Now tell me who.”

The bathroom door crashed open, and Gunner rushed inside, his face set in stone. “Heard the restroom was out of service because of an incident involving a cop.”

“This fucker attacked me.”

Gunner cracked his knuckles. “How’re we going to kill him? I vote for drowning in the toilet.”

I scowled. “No one’s killing anyone.”

He crossed his arms. “Fine. What did you do to piss him off?”

“I’m trying to find out if he has any connection to Paddy.”

“Wait, who?” The man on the floor looked genuinely perplexed. “I don’t know any Paddy, I swear.”

“Then who put you up to attacking me?” I snapped, holstering my gun. With Gunner close by, I didn’t feel like I needed it anymore. “If you don’t come clean, I’ll take you to the police station.”

The man nodded. “Yes, yes, take me to the police station. I’m okay with that. Just don’t kill me.”

I glanced at Gunner, and he gave me an infinitesimal nod. My attacker was way too eager with the idea of him going to the police station. The captain must have put him up to this.

“Get out of here,” I said.

The man scrambled up and rushed toward the door. Gunner stuck his foot out, tripping the man who crashed to the floor. I forced down the urge to laugh. Jesus, for a grown-ass man, he was petty.

I touched a hand to the back of my head and grimaced. The bastard clocked me real good. Luckily, it wasn’t bleeding, but a nice egg-size lump would probably be there tomorrow.

“You hurt?” Gunner asked, his tone gruff.

I dropped my hands, surprised by his question. I would have expected him to belittle me or something.

“It’s just a bump. I’ve gotten through worse, but we should go. The sooner we talk to Paddy, the quicker we can leave this place.”

Gunner grunted, looking as if he wanted to say a whole lot but for once kept it to himself. Since I’d walked to the bar, I had no choice but to get on his motorcycle. Knowing he rode like a maniac, I wrapped an arm around his middle. A shiver ran through me. The urge to slip my hand beneath his shirt and stroke the hard muscles was strong.

Focus, Ben. Do not pop a fucking boner.

Riding with Gunner the first time hadn’t affected me at all. Riding with him now that I’d seen him naked and he had been inside me was a whole different experience. I smelled him, felt how hard his body was against mine. All the dipping and swaying of the motorcycle was like having sex all over again.

Fuck, once wasn’t enough. I still wanted him. Every dirty talking, disgusting inch of him.

I’m sick.

Gunner rode us through the town until we came to a swanky apartment building. He claimed a parking spot close to the entrance. As soon as he stopped, I hopped off his bike and adjusted my dick.

“Either that’s because of me or the ride.” Gunner grinned. “Either way, I know how to take care of it.”

“It’s adrenaline,” I said, no less embarrassed with that excuse. “This where Paddy lives? You sure?”

“Yes. I scoped out the place earlier.”

“I thought you went back to Smoky Vale.”

“Missed me?”

“Hardly.”

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