Page 62 of Gunner

“What the fuck did he do?”

“He was just talking.”

“Son of a bitch.” He took another step and I moved in front of him, my hands on his chest. His very hard chest. I lost my train of thought as my hands moved of their own accord and rubbed over his pecs.

Gunner grabbed my wrists, halting my movements and said, “Baby, I love having your hands on me, but I need to know what he said.”

I didn’t hear his words, my mind consumed with thoughts of what his chest looked like under his shirt.

“Haizley,” Gunner growled.

Snapping out of my fantasy, I shook my head and looked up to find him grinning at me.

“What?”

With my hands still firmly on his chest, I felt the rumble as he growled in a completely different way, and my eyes dropped back down to his chest.

“Baby, I want to take your ass upstairs, but you need to tell me what Freeway said.”

“They were just words, Gunner. It’s not important.”

“If he fucking disrespected you it is important.”

“Gunner, I’m tired. Where is my room?”

Maybe a redirect approach would work.

He smiled at me, and my heart stopped. Had this man never smiled at me before? Because a smile like that was dangerous. I was ready to drop my panties and do whatever he asked of me.

Shaking my head, I cleared my thoughts.

“You’re sleeping in my room, my little lamb,” he whispered in my ear before biting my earlobe. “Sit down for just a minute, though.”

Gunner lifted me up and set me on the bar. Not a stool, the frickin’ bar. He stalked across the room, and Freeway saw him coming because he jumped off the couch and started sputtering.

“I asked if she was your old lady. She said no.” He had his hands up by his head, and I saw the moment he realized what he said didn’t matter. Gunner cocked his hand back and slammed it into his nose. I winced when I heard the crack of the bone.

“Fuck! You broke my nose.”

“You’re lucky that’s all I fucking broke. I’ve had enough of your bullshit.”

Gunner turned back and stalked toward me. His eyes never left mine. When he reached me, he placed his hands on my ass and lifted me off the bar, pulling me against his chest.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he whispered.

I couldn’t help but obey.

There was something about the way Gunner spoke that caused me to lose all sense of autonomy. It was like my body had a mind of its own when it heard his voice.

Wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, he turned and walked down the hallway.

“I can walk you know.”

“I know. Just not takin’ the chance you’ll walk out the door.”

“I’m not having sex with you, Gunner.”

“Oh, baby. We ain’t having sex. I’m gonna fuck you. All fucking night.” He squeezed my ass as he raced up the stairs, causing me to hold on tighter for fear of being dropped.

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