Page 32 of Gunner

“I’m not following her,” I snarked.

It was true. I wasn’t even moving.

“Sitting outside her house is stalking.”

“Nav, shut the fuck up and dig into Reed.”

I disconnected the call before he could say anymore.

It wasn’t stalking. It was protecting.

I had fucking claimed her.

That meant she was mine.

Mine to protect.

Watching the light in her window go out, I breathed a sigh of relief. I sat here every night until she went to bed. And I would continue to do so until the time came when I was in that bed with her.

Turning on my lights, I pulled away from the curb and drove back to the clubhouse. I went directly to Nav’s office, eager to see what he had found.

Tapping on his door, I opened it without waiting for his response.

“Find anything?”

“It’s been five fucking minutes. I’m good, but I’m not that good.”

“It’s been twenty minutes. What do you have so far?”

“Nothing, it’s all the same shit I found when I did the background check for Dec.”

“Keep digging. There’s something about him that doesn’t sit right with me.”

“I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

I left Nav to his computers and jogged up the stairs to my room. Removing my cut and hanging it on the hook behind the door, I kicked off my boots. Reaching behind my head, I pulled my shirt off and tossed it into the corner of the room.

Sliding the button on my jeans through the hole and unzipping my jeans, I slid them down along with my boxers, sighing as my cock bounced against my stomach, no longer contained.

A few quick tugs held me over while I walked to the bathroom, turning the knobs in the shower.

I needed to finish what I started in the truck.

Being interrupted by the deputy may have deflated my dick in a nanosecond, but one thought of Haizley had him standing back up in half that time.

Leaning against the sink, I palmed my dick slowly, waiting for the water to warm up. Once the steam billowed above the curtain, I stepped into the shower. With both hands laid flat against the tiled wall on either side of the showerhead, I denied myself the sensations my hand previously offered me. Dropping my head down, I let the warm water flow over my neck and down my back.

Minutes passed as I thought about Haizley.

Her dark hair trailing down her back. Her delicate bone structure that gave me a sense of power when I wrapped my hand around her arm, knowing that with a tight squeeze she might break.

I rubbed one hand over my chest, pinching my nipples as if they were hers. Then, I set about rubbing my palm over my pecs, feeling the tiny nubs harden in a similar way to how hers would.

Trailing my hand down my chest over my abs, my finger traced the indents as I imagined she would if I allowed her the liberty to touch me freely. Stalling my course at my pelvis only served to heighten the anticipation. My dick twitched, knowing my hand was close.

I had denied myself anything but my hand for weeks since the night we met.

Finally, I gave myself permission to envelop my swollen length. With a slow, deliberate stroke, I felt the tension rise, remembering the unwavering certainty in her walk toward me.

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