Page 153 of Gunner

“Does Ben know?” Beck asked.

We looked over to where Big Ben and Ace were sitting together and saw them both glaring at Lily and Bryce.

“Is there something between Lily and Ben?” I asked.

“No,” Brandy confirmed. “Ben is too chickenshit to make a move. Uh oh, Haizley. Penny looks like she’s trying to move in on your man.” Brandy hitched her chin toward the bar.

When I looked up, Gunner’s piercing gaze locked with mine and he lifted a brow, silently asking me what I was gonna do.

“That woman has been after Goliath for ages. He wouldn’t touch that skank with a ten-foot pole,” Simon said, trying to reassure me. But Gunner’s words from the diner washed over me.

“Next time, when that jealousy overtakes you, you better fucking stake your claim.”

I stood and headed to the bar. He watched me as I stalked toward him. This time I was the wolf, protecting what was mine.

He didn’t smile as he watched me walk across the room. But I saw the amusement in his eyes. My eyes dropped to his crotch, and the bulge there told me he was getting off on this.

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the years of torment Penelope had dumped on me in school. Maybe it was the way Gunner’s arousal heated me to my core. Whatever it was, I was ready to put on a show.

I walked up and inserted myself between Gunner’s knees. I didn’t speak to Penny, didn’t even look at her; I just placed my hands on Gunner’s thighs, stepped on the rung of the stool, and planted my mouth on his.

The outrageous gasp from Penny destroyed my inhibitions, and I climbed Gunner like a tree, straddling him as he sat on the bar stool. His hands went to my ass cheeks, and he pulled me closer. Our tongues dueled together, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“That’s fucking hot,” someone said beside us.

When I finally pulled back, my panties were drenched, and his cock was lodged firmly against me.

“Hey, baby.”

“Good girl,” he whispered.

“Gunner, what the hell?” Penny screeched.

I shimmied down his body and turned. Snuggling my back against his chest, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and kissed the top of my head.

“I told you I had a woman.”

“But her?”

“Yes, me,” I said, straightening up and stepping out of Gunner’s arms to face Penny.

Penny crossed her arms and had a smug look on her face when she said, “I don’t see a property cut.”

It wasn’t a question. It was meant to be a dig. Gunner and I hadn’t talked about a cut. But even if I had one, none of the girls wore theirs tonight.

“Gunner is mine. He has been since the club moved to this town. He might be playing with you, but he’ll come back to me. He always does.”

Gunner stood up, and I placed a hand on his chest, pushing lightly. I had no hope of moving the man, but he allowed me to send him back to his stool. I knew it was for Penny’s benefit.

Stepping into her space, I added, “Penny, does your ass ever get jealous of the shit that comes out of your mouth? Gunner is fucking mine. He sleeps in my bed every fucking night and wakes me up with his tongue every fucking morning.”

I heard the snickers and whistles behind me, but I paid them no mind. I was focused on the woman in front of me, who thought she could still intimidate me. But we weren’t in high school anymore.

“Bitch.”

“Call me a bitch one more time,” I taunted.

“Bitch,” she said smugly.

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