GUNNER: Southside Skulls Motorcycle Club (Southside Skulls MC Romance Book 3) Page 4

  “Kay,” Cody said. A short, curvy brunette with a pixie cut and too much blue eye-shadow turned away from the counter and smiled at Cody.

  “Hey there, Cody! How’s the little man?”

  For the first time since Gunner met Cody the other man genuinely smiled. It reached his eyes and his whole face lit up. “He’s amazing. Three months old today and he’s already trying to sit up on his own.”

  “Awesome, he’s strong like his daddy.”

  “Nah, he got all that from Mama. She’s the kick-ass one.” He caught sight of Gunner and the smile fell from his face again. “Hey, Kay, this is Adam.” Gunner wondered if Cody refused to call him Gunner just because he thought it pissed him off. He didn’t give a shit. Billy called him Adam all the time. Gunner was a name he’d earned by making a fool out of himself and it had stuck as a fighting name, but he wasn’t going to go into any of that with Cody. “Dax wants you all to fix him up with some breakfast and then show him to one of the empty rooms upstairs.”

  The girl looked at Gunner. She’d glanced at him when she first turned to look at Cody, but this time she let her eyes take him in. She had the strangest-colored eyes that Gunner had ever seen. They were blue, he supposed, but so dark blue that they looked purple. “Hey, Adam,” she said. Then before he had a chance to respond she told Cody, “I’ll take care of him. Let Harley know I’m available to watch the baby this week if she needs me.”

  “Thanks, Kay, I will.” Cody turned to Gunner then and said, “Behave yourself. It’s two miles to the road in any direction and if you decide to bail, I’m not chasing your ass.” He patted his vest like maybe he was packing. Gunner rolled his eyes. Cody stepped up into his face and Gunner stood his ground. They stood eye to eye; Cody was just a hell of a lot bulkier. “For the record, I’m about sick of you. I don’t know why Dax is fucking with you, but that’s not my call. What is my call is not taking any unnecessary shit off you, so you better start showing some respect, little man, you got that?”

  Gunner was hungry and he was tired, and as much as he knew he could probably take Cody one-on-one in a fair fight, he doubted the guys out in the great room would let that happen, so he choked on every sarcastic reply that tried to bubble its way to the surface and said, “Yes, sir.” Cody still gave him a suspicious look, but he stepped off and looked back at Kay.

  “Let me know if he gives you any shit. I’m going home to sleep for a while and see my family.”

  She watched him go and then turned a thousand-watt smile on Gunner. “He’s really a nice guy. He’s probably just tired. Go ahead and have a seat, hon, and we’ll get you something to eat. This is Callie.” A slim blonde gave him a wave as she pulled the milk out of the refrigerator. “Linda.” A middle-aged woman, with a Black Sabbath t-shirt and earrings that hung to her shoulders, smiled at him. “And that’s Mary.” Mary didn’t look more than sixteen or seventeen years old. She gave him a shy smile and went back to whatever she was stirring on the stove.

  “Nice to meet you ladies. Whatever y’all are cooking sure does smell good.”

  Kay brought over a bowl of oatmeal and sat it down in front of him. She leaned down close, and he wasn’t sure if the sweet cinnamon fragrance was coming from her or the oatmeal, but his dick twitched nonetheless. “To get you started,” she told him and winked. “We’ll fill your belly and then I’ll take you upstairs and we’ll make sure you’re nice and comfy.” Another twitch. This might just turn out to be a good day after all.

  5

  Gunner had to admit that after Kay’s bustling back and forth shaking her plump little butt and leaning into him every time she sat another course down in front of him, he really thought she’d be on her knees worshipping his cock as soon as she showed him to his room. Instead, she’d shown him where the toothpaste, mouthwash, razors, soap, and towels were and she’d closed the bathroom door on the way out. A few seconds later, he heard the door to the room close too. With a frustrated sigh, he stripped off his boots, jeans, and t-shirt and used the new toothbrush she’d left him to brush his teeth. His face was a little scruffy, so he shaved with one of the razors she’d left him and then he pulled his long dreadlocks back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck and used the elastic band the razors were wrapped up in to secure it, before opening the glass shower door and turning on the water. He waited until the room was almost full of steam before he stepped in. He knew he should be taking a cold one since his cock was sticking straight out like a flagpole even after all that, but he figured what the hell, he’d rub one off while he showered and the nap would be that much better.

  He stepped under the warm spray and closed his eyes. He used just a little shampoo to freshen up his dreads and once they were wet he leaned his head back into the tile wall and started washing his body. When he reached his cock, he bit down on his bottom lip and pictured little Kay’s big ass. Damn, he’d been hoping to see it without those tight jeans hugging it. He ran the soap up and down the shaft of his hard cock. He could feel it getting harder as he pictured the little pixie, down on her knees on the cold tile floor with his cock shoved as deeply into her mouth as it would go. She had nice full lips. Gunner had a thing for full lips. It usually meant a better blow job, but he also just really liked to kiss. He started moving his hips, imagining her sucking him harder and faster as the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat. He could feel one hell of an orgasm bubbling up inside of him and he was just about to let it go when he heard the door to the bathroom open. Fuck! He hadn’t locked it. He reluctantly pulled his hand off his cock when the glass shower door was pulled open.

  “Don’t stop on my account.” The little pixie Kay was standing there in a purple lace bra and matching panties. Her belly wasn’t completely flat; it was soft and round like she’d had a baby or two, and her hips were wide and her thighs solid. Gunner thought she looked sexy as hell and not just because he was so horny. He liked girls with something for him to hold onto.

  He reached for her and pulled her into the shower with him, underwear and all. She pulled the door closed behind her and he finally had her soft warm body up against his. She let him pull her up for a kiss. She was so much shorter than him that he almost had to lift her completely off her feet. He liked that because it gave him an armful of her ass while his tongue explored her plump lips. Her tongue came out and met his…attacked it, really. She sucked his into her mouth and within seconds he knew she was going to give one hell of a blow job. His tongue had never been sucked like that before—it was like she was trying to devour it. It was fucking hot. Gunner unhooked her bra while they kissed and when she stepped back to take a breath, she let the bra fall off her arms and she used her foot to kick it out of the way. Her tits were as full as the rest of her and she had huge nipples. He started to bend down and get a mouthful when she said:

  “I was kind of hoping you’d keep doing what you were doing when I came in.” She reached down and touched his dick. He sucked in a breath as she began to stroke it slowly.

  “I like the way you do it better, baby,” he said.

  She smiled up at him. “I like to watch,” she said with a mischievous grin.

  With a grunt, he reached down and took his throbbing cock out of her hand. Hers had barely been able to reach around it, but his was the perfect size to grip onto it. He started stroking it the way he had been when she came in, and in a strangled voice he said, “I was thinking about you when I was doing this before.”

  She smiled again and slid off her panties. He watched as she shimmied out of them and pushed them away with her toes. “What was I doing, when you were thinking about me?”

  Gunner could barely breathe between the steam, the closeness of her naked body, and the scent of her sex, and the fact that he was once again on the verge of an orgasm. “You were sucking it. You had those big lips wrapped around it…” he managed to get out.

  “Mm, that sounds yummy,” she said as she ran her tongue across her lips and watched him jack off. Then she did something tha
t threatened to make his head explode. She picked up the shampoo and squeezed a big gob in her hand and started rubbing it on her body. She stood about a foot in front of him and soaped up her tits, stopping to tweak each nipple and let out a little shudder as she did. Then she let her hands slide down over her belly and they disappeared between her legs. Gunner was using every ounce of willpower he had to not just flip her around, slam her into the wall, and fuck her. She was driving him crazy, but he hadn’t really seen anything yet. She turned herself around and he finally got a glimpse of her ass. It was every bit as perfect as he’d imagined it. It was heart-shaped, and big and smooth. She pressed one hand into the wall and put the other between her legs. He could see her fingers each time she stroked the soap up from the tip of her slit all the way to her little puckered hole in back. It was like watching live porn and the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen. He let go of his cock and reached for her hips. He pulled her up into him and bent down so that his mouth was against her ear. As he did, he let his hands slide up, and he finally got two handfuls of plump tits. “I want to be inside of you.”

  She rubbed her ass into his hard cock and moaned. “Mm-hmm…”

  “I don’t have a condom.”

  “I’m clean, just got tested—you?”

  “Never fuck without a raincoat.”

  “Then you’re clean. Fuck me.”

  Gunner didn’t have enough blood in his head to think any further than that. He pushed her forward and shoved his cock inside her. They both cried out as the walls of her pussy wrapped around him like a tight, warm glove. She held onto the wall in front of her and he gripped onto her big ass and fucked her wildly. They were both grunting and groaning like wild animals and she was pushing back as hard as he was pushing forward. He didn’t last long, and she seemed to have been waiting for him because as soon as he gripped onto her and let his orgasm go, she cried out in one of her own.

  “Fuck me,” Gunner breathed out when he could speak.

  Kay giggled. “Again?”

  He grinned. “Hell, yeah. Let’s go use the bed.” They both dried off quickly, and by the time they got to the bed he was getting hard again just from looking at her. He pushed her down on her back and kissed her again. They sucked and licked at each other’s tongues and lips, and then he slid his mouth down to her neck and bit and sucked at that, leaving little purple and red marks along the side of it as he did. She was trying to reach down for his cock, but he grabbed her hands and pulled her arms up above her head. “Leave them there,” he told her as his mouth never left her flesh and he continued down toward her breasts. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and let his tongue roll it around before he bit down on it. She cried out and started to move her hands. “Leave them,” he said, as he switched sides and began to suck and roughly kiss the other breast. Every so often he’d bite down and delight in the little gasp she let out. She was arching her ass up off the bed, so he dropped his hand down and let two of his fingers slide up into her soaking wet pussy, and he began to finger fuck her while he sucked her tits. He lay next to her and let one of his arms lie across hers, as she fought to get loose and touch him. He used the other hand to finger fuck her as his mouth continued biting and sucking on her nipples. It didn’t take long before she was stiffening and bringing her ass as far up off the bed as she could, as she screamed out in another wild orgasm. He gave her a few seconds to come down and then he climbed up and straddled her. He let go of her hands, and as soon as he thrust back inside her he felt her hands go to his shoulders, where her fingers dug into his skin. He slipped a hand underneath her and held her ass even higher up off the bed while he built up his pace. She was bucking up and down, and he could feel her adjust her hips every so often so her swollen clit got stimulated too while they fucked. He used his free hand to grab as much of her short hair as he could, and he pulled on it while he continued to grip onto her ass and pound into her. Once again they both reached their climax at almost the same time. Her nails dug into his back, and his fingers into the fleshy part of her ass as he had sex without a condom for the first time in his life, for the second time in half an hour. Fuck it. It was mind-blowing sex. Maybe sans condom was the way to go.

  Gunner fell asleep minutes after they finished fucking the second time. He had no idea how much time had passed when he woke up, but unfortunately it was to Cody’s ugly face and not Kay’s. Cody kicked the bed, hard. Gunner forgot where he was for a second and when he scrambled to sit up, he realized he was naked. That’s when he remembered Kay. He looked around the room, and with a disgusted look and in a disgusted tone of voice Cody said, “She’s gone. Get dressed, Dax wants to see you downstairs.” Gunner grinned at him, which seemed to disgust him even further. Gunner didn’t care. Cody left the room and Gunner was still smiling as he fumbled through the small bag he’d brought with him and found a clean pair of jeans and t-shirt. He went into the bathroom to grab his boots and glanced at himself in the mirror, still smiling. Despite Cody’s obvious dislike for him, Gunner had already decided that if this was the biker life, he’d been on the right track all along.

  6

  Gunner was looking at the beautiful blonde whispering in Dax’s ear. He got the feeling by the way Dax looked at her when she came into the room that he shouldn’t be looking at her at all, but damn, it was hard. She didn’t look like a biker chick. She was dressed in a white pencil skirt and a peach-colored silk blouse and she carried a fancy-looking leather briefcase. She seemed like an attorney. He’d had plenty of those in his life, court-appointed of course, but if she was Dax’s attorney, she was a lot more than just that. She looked at Dax almost as hungrily as he looked at her. Gunner wished they’d give him a lawyer like that when he got arrested in Texas.

  Dax finally looked up at Gunner and he averted his eyes as quickly as he could from the lady, or lawyer, or whoever she was. Damn, she’s hot. “Adam, this is my wife, Angel.” His wife? Gunner didn’t see that coming. Not that he didn’t expect Dax, with his long blond hair, clear blue eyes, and “built” body, to have one hell of a fine-looking old lady, but this chick seriously didn’t look like she’d ever been inside of a bar, much less a biker hangout.

  “Um, hi. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs.…” She smiled. Fucking knockout.

  “It’s just Angel. It’s nice to meet you too, Adam…or Gunner, Dax said you prefer?”

  He tried to swallow. His mouth was bone dry. “Uh, yeah. Gunner. Thanks.”

  “Gunner, I’m an attorney,” she said. He’d gotten that much right. Dax Marshall, the president of the Southside Skulls, was married to an attorney. This was a whole different world than Gunner had been expecting.

  “Oh…okay…”

  She smiled again. He wished, for the sake of not getting a hard-on and dying at Dax Marshall’s hand, she would stop doing that. “You’re not in trouble, at least not that I know of.”

  “Well, that’s new,” he said and laughed nervously. Dax wasn’t smiling, but he looked slightly amused.

  “I’m sorry to hear that. Anyway, Dax asked me to sit in on this meeting. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “Um…No, I don’t know what it’s about, but I’m sure it’s fine that you’re here.”

  “Hawk and some of the old-timers tell me that Doc spent a lot of time in Texas in ’95 and ’96,” Dax said. “I’m guessing you were born in 1996?”

  “Yeah,” Gunner cleared his throat. “I was born March 6th, 1996. I mean, that’s the day I was told was my birthday.”

  “Hawk also says my father had a…girlfriend…” Dax said.

  “It’s okay if you call her a hooker. That’s what she was.”

  “Well, that might have been what she did for a living but I happen to know my dad had a weakness for women with addiction problems. I don’t know if he thought he could fix them or control them. Either way, it fits the timeline and the fact that Hawk said this ‘girlfriend’ of Dad’s was Mexican.” Dax winked and Gunner guessed the old guy was like half of Texas—if
you have dark skin and a Spanish name, you’re Mexican. There was a time and place to argue it but Gunner had learned to pick and choose. “He said this woman lived in San Antonio and Doc spent quite a bit of time with her, so Angel is here because I wondered if you might want to take a DNA test and find out for sure if you hauled that old vest around for a decade for a reason.” Dax did smile then.

  “This test will tell us if he was really my father?”

  Dax nodded. “And if we’re brothers.” This whole time Gunner had been focused on who his father was, but it hadn’t sunk in that if Doc was his father, then he’d have a brother as well. A real brother. A family.

  He didn’t want to look stupid, so he tried to sound cool as he asked, “Yeah, sure, is it like blood or spit?”

  Angel and Dax looked at each other. Dax smiled and said, “Angel will just swab each of our cheeks with a Q-tip thing and that’s it.”

  “Okay, cool.”

  Angel got up and started taking things out of her briefcase and laying them on the table. “You don’t like needles?” she asked him.

  “Not really, not like doctor needles.”

  She laughed. “I’ll bet you have tattoos.”

  “A few. I did them myself.”