Page 56 of Gunner

“Fuck. I’m coming.”

With one huge effort, I pulled back. Disappointment flashed over his face, but he was too close to turn back now. I shifted away from him, but he gripped my head and beat the massive dick of his until it erupted, spraying my face with cum.

“Oh shit.” I thrust my hips, fucking my fist as I came hard.

Panting, I braced a hand on the floor to steady myself. My shoulders shook with the struggle to catch my breath as I wheezed and tried to compensate my lungs for the insufficient air it’d gotten earlier.

“Fuck.” Gunner stepped away from me and plopped in a chair around the table without pulling back up his jeans. His cock even looked daunting when it was soft. Without a care in the world to the way he’d decimated my tonsils, he grabbed the one remaining bottle of water and uncapped it.

I was so used to his selfish actions by now I expected him to down it all, but he drank about a third, then extended the bottle to me. “Here.”

Slowly I took the bottle from him, my arm still trembling. Shit. “Thanks,” I croaked.

“Hmm.” He inspected his cock casually as if he were alone. “You nicked me with your teeth. A few more times and you’ll get it right.”

I almost choked on my water. I yanked up my shorts and struggled to my feet, needing the table for support. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with the way I…” What the hell was I defending? Giving this man a decent blow job?

“You’re right,” he said, sounding amused. “I’m looking at the evidence of how much I didn’t mind.”

Fuck, my face was covered in cum. I’d thought swallowing his cum was too intimate, but now I wasn’t so sure if it wasn’t better than having him come all over my face—my identity.

I yanked my shirt over my head, my gut churning at his soft laugh. Scrubbing my face with the soft material, I hurried to the bathroom and slammed the door behind me. I tried to avoid looking into the bathroom mirror, but my eyes were drawn to the glass anyway.

It’s even in my hair.

Only a shower would get rid of it all. I took my time, rinsing it with the water as hot as it could get. When my skin had turned pink from the heat and my face was tender from all the scouring, I turned off the shower and stepped out.

Shit. No clean towel on the rack. I could always air dry. Dammit. This was my damn motel room. Why should I hide in the bathroom?

I placed my ear to the door. All was quiet in the other room. He must have gone. Releasing the tension from my shoulders, I opened the door. Gunner was still sitting at the table. At least his cock was tucked away. He looked up from reading through the file Paddy had given me, then whistled low.

Gritting my teeth, I walked stiffly to the closet and got a towel from the shelf.

“The view’s even better from the back,” he said. “Don’t think I can get it up again tonight, though.”

“I didn’t offer.”

When he didn’t reply, I peered over my shoulder. He’d turned the chair around and was openly ogling me. A thrill raced through me. After dealing with Mason and his repressed emotions, Gunner’s confused me. He didn’t hide anything. He made it clear he didn’t like me, but he was also open in that he found me attractive.

Maybe if he was just a regular citizen…

Don’t go there, Ben. He’s not.

I quickly dressed and shoved my duffel back into the closet.

“Where have you been?” I asked.

Gunner shrugged. “Here and there.”

“Did you go back to Paddy’s?”

“He’s still alive if that’s what you’re asking.” He got up from the chair, yawned, and stretched. “Don’t know about you, but I’m beat. I’m going to turn in.”

Gunner stripped off his shirt and, for the second time that night, shoved his jeans down his legs.

“Wait a minute. What are you doing?”

“Relax, Chief. Told you I’m too tired to get it up tonight, but I sleep in the buff.”

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