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“Don’t even have to ask.”

Tank was a great brother. He had our backs always. Unless we fucked up with our women. In which case, he threw us under the bus for them. We all respected the fuck out of him for that.

Turning back to Haizley, she was gone. A salacious grin spread across my face.You can run, little lamb. But you can’t hide.

Looking around the room, I caught sight of her standing at the bar, talking to Bane. She had snuck away while I was distracted with Cash’s bullshit.

When I got to her, I bent over, putting my shoulder into her stomach and hiked her over my shoulder. Her scream caused the room to go silent.

“Excuse me, brothers. Takin’ my old lady upstairs for a little chat.”

“Chat implies talking not fucking,” Shotgun called out behind me, and I lifted my hand in the air and flipped him the bird as I walked out, Haizley shouting and pounding on my back the whole way.

“Put me down, you giant ogre!”

I smacked her ass, and she stiffened. “Yea, you fuckin’ loved that, didn’t you?” I laughed at her growl. It was cute the way she thought she had any control over the situation at all.

“Gunner, I’m not kidding. Put me down!”

She pinched my ass with her fingernails.

“Ouch! That fuckin’ hurt.” I smacked her ass again, this time harder, and then rubbed it immediately after. Her lack of control over the groan that slipped from her beautiful lips was evident by the smack, I assumed was caused by her hands covering said lips.

Taking the stairs two at a time, Haizley bounced on my shoulder. It couldn’t be helped. It was imperative we got to my room as quickly as we could, so I didn’t come in my pants from having her ass so close to my face.

It was a beautiful ass, I thought as I rubbed it again. Hearing her groan had me keeping my hand placed firmly on said ass. You know, so she didn’t fall. Once I had her securely in my room, I tossed her on the bed.

She glared at me while I rewarded her with a lustful stare. The snick of the lock was loud in the silence of the room as we kept our eyes on each other without a word between us.

I stood there, leaning back against the wall. My eyes swept lazily over her, starting with the shoes covering her feet, movingall the way up her jean-clad legs. I wasn’t in a hurry. We had all fucking night.

Her shirt had risen up, and I feasted on a slim patch of exposed creamy skin between the hem and the waistband of her jeans. My mouth watered at the thought of running my tongue over that sliver of an expanse, desperate for more.

By the time my gaze roamed over her tits, I knew she was doing the same to me. She hadn’t said a word. Nor had she moved from where she’d landed.

When our eyes finally locked on each other, there was none of the outrage she had shown when I tossed her over my shoulder. There was only heat and desire pooling in her depths.

Two emotions I fully intended to take advantage of.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Haizley

Gunner stood against the door, studying me like a wolf eyeing a lost lamb. That’s what he called me that day in the diner, when he sat with Penelope Ridgefield.

My little lamb.

I could admit, if only to myself, that hearing him say those words had affected me in a way I wasn’t prepared for.

Two could play this game.

Leaning on my elbows, lying on the bed he tossed me on, I looked him over. Taking my time and getting my fill was something I hadn’t allowed myself to do before. Never wanting to be caught ogling the man I desired with everything in me.

It was easy to admit, again only to myself, that I might be a little obsessed with the giant before me. Gunner was fully dressed, and I would still happily spend a lifetime admiring the tall man that had claimed me.

OH MY GOD!

He called me his old lady just before he whisked me out of the room, carrying me over his shoulder like some barbarian.

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