Page 36 of Gunner

Witter unzipped the duffel on the bed and took out a pair of sweatpants. “He’s a cop. Even if he’s prejudiced, he won’t let that cloud his judgment. We have no idea if these assholes havefound an alternative to acquiring and selling more babies.” He put one foot in the sweatpants and tilted his head back to regard me. He snapped upright. “What’re you looking at?”

“You,” I said despite the lie that should have sprung from my lips. Why should I hide that I wanted to take him for a test drive? I’d fucked around for years, and none of it had meant anything to me. He would be no different.

I was too old to beat around the bush when I wanted a man or woman under me.

Witter took a step back and hit the edge of the bed. He shifted his gaze to the bedside table where his TASER rested.

“Oh no, you fucking don’t.” As he moved, I tackled him, bringing him to the floor with me in a tangle of arms and legs. Shit, I was going to feel that later, but I was too hyped up on adrenaline from the sexual tension between us and all our fighting to feel a thing.

“Uff.” Witter grunted and elbowed me in the face.

“Fuck.” I straddled him and grappled with his arms. He bucked up several times. Oh yeah, his cock had turned hard. He could say whatever he wanted, but that evidence couldn’t hide.

“What are you running from, Witter?” I asked. “After I’m done with you, you can tase me as much as you want to pretend you didn’t like it.”

“Gunner, you—”

I slammed my mouth on his in a hard kiss, shoving my tongue between his lips for a deeper taste of him. He bit me. Latched on to my tongue and wouldn’t let go.

I opened my eyes. He was staring back at me. My cock strained to be freed from my jeans. I let go of his arm, pressed my palm to his neck, and gripped him there. He tilted his head back, and a moan rumbled from his throat. I squeezed his neck harder, and he released my tongue with a soft gasp. Under my body, he panted hot and heavy like a bull.

“Don’t fight it,” I murmured. “You’re so uptight, but I got the cure for that right here between my legs.”

I pressed my groin to his. He punched his hips up and, with his free hand, clutched my hip and ground us together—cock to cock.

Fuck.

It felt like I was being tased all over again, but this time the electric currents generated from him and the sexy way he moved his hips beneath me. He was a moaner. A loud one too. I lost focus on how far I’d planned to take this.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I said softly. “And you’re not going to fight back. You know why, Witter? Because you’re just as curious as me about what this will be like.”

“I’m a…cop,” he strangled out.

“You’re a man first. A man who loves a big, thick cock. That’s what I told the receptionist, no?”

“Average size works better. Nobody wants their insides rearranged and to be walking funny after.”

A laugh—a genuine one—startled out of me. “What if it’s worth it?”

He blew hard. “This is madness.”

But when he didn’t try to fight me anymore, I took that as him giving in. I kept my hand on his neck—he seemed to like it—and settled my lips back on his.

There he goes again, moaning like he means it, but does he? Or would any red-blooded man with a hard cock work for him right now?

He kissed me back with such passion, not intimidated by the roughness of my lips moving over his and the demand of my tongue sweeping into his mouth. He only pressed harder, lashed his tongue into my mouth deeper, moaned louder, gripped my shoulder tighter.

Witter’s hands drifted between our bodies. He kneaded my chest with the heels of his palms, raking his fingers lightly across my nipples and playing with the captive bead rings.

“Fuck,” he said into my mouth. “I shouldn’t be doing this. Not with you. I hate everything you stand for.”

“Right back at you, Chief, but maybe that’s exactly why this feels so good.”

He lowered his hand to my groin and cupped my hardness through the jeans. “Just this once. It means nothing. We’re just two men with an itch to scratch, and this is convenient. That’s all. You might as well be a random stranger.”

Fuck him. I bit his bottom lip. “Take my cock out. I want to watch you choke on it.”

He loosened my belt. “I’m not sucking your cock.”

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