Page 58 of Gunner

“Open up, Chief,” he growled.

“We haven’t even brushed—”

He kissed me again, slipping a hand beneath me and the bed and groping my ass. He squeezed me against him and rocked his hips. I gasped at the intense heat exploding inside me, and he thrust his tongue between my lips.

Oh shit, he’d woken up hungry.

He took over my mouth like it was property he won in a bloody war. He deepened the kiss and ravaged my mouth, licking his way inside and sucking on my tongue.

“How’s your ass?” he asked when he’d finally allowed me to breathe.

“Sore,” I croaked. I could take him again, but if I let Gunner back into my body, I would be in big trouble. Hell, I lay in the arms of a notorious lawbreaker. I was already in trouble, but I still had a shot at redemption.

“Too bad.”

Those words said he’d given up.

They were lies.

Did he leave me alone? Fuck no. He wasn’t Gunner if he wasn’t making my life difficult. Gunner captured my lips with his once more and kissed me like he had a chance in hell of getting my legs open.

Not today.

He tried to knee my thighs apart, but I resisted him. I should have known I was fighting a losing battle from the way I lapped up his kisses and thrust my tongue back into his mouth. He gripped my hair with one hand, tightening his fingers into the strands and yanking my head back. He tore his lips away from mine and kissed my neck, running his teeth over my skin and biting me.

“Gunner.”

“Come on, Chief. Open up. It’s not like I’m gonna hurt ya. I just want to make you come one last time before we leave this place.”

One last time.

Why the hell not? If he kept his mouth shut, no one would know.

He sucked a patch of skin into his mouth and bit me. Oh shit. My legs fell apart way too easily.

“There we go.” He settled between my thighs, reached between our bodies, and pulled my dick out of my shorts. “It’d be a shame for me not to take care of this, wouldn’t it?”

I fully expected him to shove my knees up to my head and rail me. Instead, he took both our dicks in his hands and rubbed them together. I swallowed past the dryness in my throat.

“Fuck.”

He laughed. “One thing you got going for you, Chief. You make a helluva fuck buddy.”

Heat singed my face, but my need to come outweighed my embarrassment. His stupid face ruined everything. I threw my arm over my eyes to shield him from view as he thrust his cockagainst mine. Rocking my hips, I found his rhythm and punched up into his palm.

“Jesus, your hips,” he groaned. “No, don’t stop. Yeah, just like that. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Shut up.” How was I not supposed to think about him when he was talking? But even when he fell silent, I couldn’t get his face out of my head. I still saw his cocky grin and the way he looked at me all the time like he was going to own my soul one day.

He spat on our dicks, and I dropped my arm. “What are you doing?”

He grinned. “Wouldn’t want to start a fire. You know what happens when wood rubs against wood, don’t you?”

“Must you be so…”

“Yeah, I must. I’m never gonna change, but from the view up here, it doesn’t seem like you have a problem with that.”

ThatI couldn’t argue with. Not that I could anyway. He’d established a claim of my lips once more.

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