Page 117 of Gunner

I heard the rustle of him getting out of bed, then mumbling about brothers not respecting other people’s shit.

“Calm your ass down. I’m not even in the fucking clubhouse. I’m at Haizley’s.”

Hash huffed, and I could picture him plopping back down on his bed. “Stay out of my fucking kitchen.”

“Hash! How do I make fucking pancakes?”

Laughter hit my ears, and I turned to find Haizley standing at the bottom of the stairs to the second floor. I had been so caught in Hash’s bullshit I hadn’t heard her come down.

“Never mind.” I cut off the call and put my phone on the counter. Crossing my arms over my chest, I watched as she laughed harder, at my expense, no doubt.

“You find something funny, little lamb?”

Her hand covered her mouth as she tried to pull herself together.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a giggle. “It’s just, you look ridiculous.”

Looking down at the sweats that were two sizes too small, I knew she could see the outline of my dick. When I woke up this morning, I called the clubhouse for a prospect to bring me a change of clothes, but the fucker was taking his damn time.

“Ridiculous? You see how fucking hard I am now with you in the room? These fucking things are worse than jeans.” I made a show of adjusting myself, and that got her attention. Her laughter died, and she bit her lip, staring at me.

“That does look like a problem.” She smiled but made no attempt to move closer.

“Come to me, Haizley,” I growled at her and watched as the shudder tore through her body. She took a hesitant step forward, and I waited. She moved slowly, her gaze going to the floor, to where the man she killed had lain the night before. “Now, baby.”

Her head snapped up, and she moved quickly.

I opened my arms for her to step into, and when she did, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight.

Fuck, she felt good. I knew she felt my dick sticking into her belly. I was glad. I wanted her to know how fucking hard she made me.

“Baby, we have some things to talk about today. No more running.”

Before I could continue, there was a knock on the door. Haizley moved out of my arms and went directly to the front door.

With her hand on the knob, I called out, “Jesus, Haizley. Wait.”

She opened the door, and fucking Blackwater stood on the other side. It was six in the fucking morning. What was he doing here?

“What the fuck, Haizley?” Blackwater stepped into the house, causing Haizley to take a couple of quick steps back. His eyes snapped to mine, and he shot me a hard glare.

“What the fuck did you do?” he barked, crowding my woman. She knew him. They were friends, but she still stiffened when he got too close.

“Get the fuck away from her,” I snarled and stomped across the room, pushing her behind me. I had at least four or five inches on him, but he was strapped with a gun and I currently had nothing. Thank God my hard-on went down.

“Corbin, it’s not what you think,” Haizley said, moving in front of me.

This woman was looking to have her ass tanned.

She needed to learn to stay where I put her.

“Then what the hell is it? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like he put his fucking hands on you.”

“Fuck you, Blackwater.”

The son of a bitch was pissing me off.

If he didn’t watch it, he’d end up in the kiln with fucking Greg.

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