Page 89 of Gunner

“What did you do?” I whispered, sitting up further on the bed.

The fierce grin that peeked through the full beard covering the bottom half of his face said he knew exactly what I was talking about.

He didn’t answer. Just stood there with his giant arms crossed over his wide chest. Christ, I had been terrified when he first lifted me over his shoulder. I had never been afraid of heights before, but the man was a literal giant. I thought about trying to lift myself up, but was afraid I would smack my head on the ceiling.

“You called me your old lady.” My voice a mere whisper, as if I was scared that someone might hear me. I had learned enough about motorcycle clubs to understand calling someone an old lady was sacred. It wasn’t a term they threw around lightly.

But he had called me that. Why? We weren’t even friends, let alone girlfriend and boyfriend. Which seemed like an odd label for a man in his mid-thirties.

“Why?”

“I told you; we belong together. I knew that first night at the bar.”

“When you called me a whore?”

“Now, baby. I never called you a whore. That was a word you used.”

“You accused me of trying to suck Cash’s dick,” I reminded him. Leaning against the headboard, I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Fuck, baby,” Gunner growled. “Never put my brother’s name and dick in the same sentence. If you’re gonna talk about a dick, it better be mine.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “That’s what you focused on? Not the part where you accused me of wanting to suck someone’s dick?”

He still hadn’t moved closer. This entire conversation took place while he leaned against the door as though he had all the time in the world.

“Jealousy is something I had never experienced until that fucking moment. When I saw you sitting at the bar after I came back inside, I fucking wanted you. But I don’t take a brother’s castoffs. I assumed you took a shot with me because you’d struck out with Cash.”

“So which one of the girls that live here is yours?”

“None of them. You are mine, baby.”

“You haven’t slept with any of the girls downstairs?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But I thought you didn’t take a brother’s castoffs?”

Gunner smirked, shaking his head. “Fuck, baby. You might be too fucking smart for me. In fact, I know you’re too fucking smart for me.”

He straightened up from the door. Removing his cut and hanging it on the hook next to the door, he made his way to the bed. After kicking off his boots, he crawled up the bed, hovering over me and burying his face in my neck.

“You’re gonna run circles around me and I don’t give a fuck. Because despite you being fucking smarter than me, you were still made for me.”

His lips latched on to my neck, and I closed my eyes as chills coursed through my body. Every time he touched me, my body lit up.

Gunner grabbed my leg and pulled me down until I was lying under him, my shirt askew.

“Why were you in your room with Derek?”

“Oh my God, Gunner. You have to let this go.”

“Can’t.” He trailed his fingers over the slip of exposed skin on my belly. I couldn’t think when he touched me. It didn’t matter if it was his lips or his fingers. Oh God, his fingers. One dipped down under the waistband of my pants and my mind blanked.

“I need an answer, Haizley.”

“To what?”

Gunner growled and bit my shoulder. “Why were you and Jack’s brother in your room?”

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