Page 59 of Over the Top

“Fuck me, Gunner. For the love of God, fuck me.”

Gunner slammed home hard, and Chas groaned aloud. Gunner’s hands tightened on his hips, pulling rhythmically as he rammed into Chas’s body over and over. Chas hadn’t fully appreciated just how strong Gunner was until all that strength was unleashed on him in the most delicious way. He felt completely safe in Gunner’s hands, but he also had never been fucked with this strength and stamina before. Thank God he stayed fit and strong himself.

On and on it went. He had a massive orgasm somewhere in the middle of it, and his body recovered and his dick filled and hardened a second time, so sensitized by the first orgasm he literally shouted with pleasure as Gunner slammed into him with abandon.

At some point he realized his legs had collapsed and that Gunner was pressing him down into the mattress, using him and taking him so completely that he lost the ability to form words. Pleasure tore through him so violently that he wasn’t sure where his body ended and Gunner’s began. He knew only that their joining was so ecstatically incredible, he couldn’t feel anything else. Just that iron cock claiming his body and taking it with such authority, with such possessive ownership, that he was sure he would never be the same again. Gunner owned his body now and forever, and no one else would ever claim it, claim him, like this again.

An eternity later, when he was so overtaken with pleasure that he couldn’t stand one more iota of it, Gunner stiffened behind him. His whole body arched into Chas’s, and Chas felt the hot gush of Gunner coming deep, deep inside him. With a shout of his own, he came a second time, a hot spurt of pleasure that was more than his overwrought nerves could register. He passed out momentarily, pleasured into a little death unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

He came back to his body, realizing he was mashed flat on the mattress with Gunner lying on top of him. Never in his entire life had he felt this loved, this protected, this cared for. It was, in a word, perfect.

Eventually Gunner rolled to one side, keeping a protective, possessive arm and leg thrown over Chas’s body.

As for Chas, he couldn’t have moved if his life depended on it. He’d asked to be fucked until he couldn’t stand, and oh baby, had Gunner delivered.

It took a long time for Chas’s breathing to return to normal. He felt wrung out to the depths of his being, and a stillness he’d never experienced before came over him. Huh. So this was peace. He’d found the one place in the world he wanted to live until the end of his days. It was right here, in Gunner’s arms, completely, irrevocably possessed by Gunner Vance, body, heart, mind, and soul.

GUNNER LAYbeside Chas, listening to his lover’s breath settle into the light, even rhythm of sleep. He reached out and fumbled on the nightstand until he found the remote and turned off the TV. He sincerely hoped there was no one in the room next door, or they’d been treated to a rather noisy porn audio track. Neither he nor Chas had been able to stop themselves from shouting in pleasure. A lot.

The silence and darkness settled gently around him like the warmth of Chas’s body against his side.

His mind drifted, caught somewhere between sleep and waking, and it dawned on him that he was happy. It wasn’t a state of being he could remember experiencing too many times in his life. It was nice. More than nice. It was… addictive. He could get used to this.

Going to work at a day job—minor security work for Spencer and Drago. Coming home at the end of the day to Chas. Taking him to bed, living out more of his fantasies, falling asleep with Chas in his arms….

Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

His mind wandered more, and he pictured a neat little house. Nothing fancy. Poppy playing in the backyard. Maybe he would build her a swing. Or a jungle gym to climb on—

The image startled him to a more conscious state. He could actually see himself raising a family with Chas. Whoa. That was a hard left turn from where he’d ever thought of his life going before.

Small problem: he had no earthly idea how to get to that life.

Chapter Fourteen

CHAS WOKEup slowly, groggy, his eyelids refusing to open all the way. His limbs were heavy, his body half-paralyzed from how deeply asleep he’d been. Where was he, anyway? Motel room. Dark. A large shadow moved across the room, and he jolted fully awake, adrenaline screaming through his limbs.

He froze, staring, and the shadow turned and spoke. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“G., what are you doing awake? It’s the middle of the freaking night.”

“Gearing up.”

“Why?”

“Ounce of precaution, man.”

“Are you planning to sleep in all that stuff?” As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw that Gunner was wearing a bulky vest, a utility belt, camo pants with pockets full of stuff, and combat boots, and was holding a helmet with elaborate electronic gear mounted to the top.

Gunner’s smile flashed white in the dark. “I have slept in my tactical gear before. A lot. I was planning to get comfortable in the chair and snooze there so I wouldn’t wake you up.”

“You can come back to bed if you want.”

Gunner snorted. “So you like the idea of cuddling with steel porcupines?”

“Not particularly. But I like snuggling with you.”

Gunner’s smile was more reluctant this time. “I like snuggling with you too. But duty calls.”

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