Page 95 of Gunner

“No. Diamond Creek wasn’t exactly a metropolis of criminal activity. Well, not until an outlaw biker club moved in anyway.”

I felt her smile against my chest and rolled her over, so she was under me. Burying my head in her neck, I bit down hard.

She cried out and then groaned when my tongue swiped over the bite, soothing her pain.

“You complaining about the outlaw biker that just gave you the best orgasm of your life?”

“The best? Oh, I don’t know about that.”

“Someone wants their ass spanked.”

“What? No!”

I rolled over onto my back, taking Haizley with me until she was completely off the bed and spread out over my chest. Rubbing my hands over her ass cheeks, she purred.

Fucking purred!

“Baby, we need to talk about us.”

She lifted her head and crossed her arms, leaning on my chest. When we were face-to-face, she asked, “What about us?

“I want you to be my old lady.”

Haizley sat up, her naked, hot pussy pressed against my stomach, making it hard to concentrate on the conversation we needed to have. My dick began to thicken as it nestled against her ass.

“What are you saying?”

“I thought I was pretty clear.”

She smacked my chest. “Be serious.”

“I am serious, baby.”

She narrowed her eyes as she studied me. I was an open book where she was concerned. I wanted her to see the truth in my words.

Haizley swung her leg over my body in an attempt to leave my bed. That wasn’t fucking happening.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“Back to my room. Where are my clothes?” She was mad, but for the life of me, I had no fucking clue why.

“Haizley,” I growled.

I saw her body jerk. She responded to my growls every time. It was how I knew she was it for me.

“Get back in this fucking bed.”

She hesitated, and I had to keep myself from smiling. Her nostrils flared as she battled with herself. She was torn between obeying me and being pissed at me.

“Now, Haizley.”

She bit the corner of her mouth and watched me. Her eyes were glassy, and I knew it was taking everything in her not to cry. She still wasn’t ready. I wasn’t heartless. I knew what she wanted. But I couldn’t force her to let herself have it.

With a heavy sigh, I walked into the bathroom and retrieved her clothes. Setting them on the bed, I climbed back in and sat against the headboard, my body on full display.

If she was going to leave me, I wouldn’t make it easy for her. I could have gone back into the bathroom and let her get dressed and slink away. But no, she was going to either crawl back into my bed, or she was gonna look me in the eye while she got dressed and left.

“What are you gonna do, Haizley?”

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