Gunner glared at the cabinet and sneered as he tossed away another piece of sandpaper he’d ripped to shreds. He glanced out the window and growled again when he didn’t see Margo’s car yet. Grabbing another sheet from the package on the counter, he glared at the cabinets they were sanding in the two-story farmhouse he’d bought for him and Margo a few weeks ago. It was a bit of a fixer-upper, but she’d loved the house from the moment she’d laid eyes on it and he loved buying her things she wanted. The excited glee on her face as she’d jumped up and down while talking a hundred miles a minute about how they could fix this or that to make it a real home, had him pulling money from the bank before the end of the day. He could have bought her something bigger, or hell ready to live in, but she’d wanted this house.

“Geez, I thought you’d worked through all your shit, what’s gone wrong now?” Buck asked, using a sander to peel the paint off the doors. They’d taken them off so that it would be easier for them to sand. Gunner grunted as he went back to sanding the frames. They’d been painted by the last owners but Margo wanted them to be varnished since they were actually real wood. Buck and Topper were helping him sand them down to get them ready for the varnish.

“Nothing’s wrong.,” he grunted.

“Sure, and my dick’s not interested in pussy anymore. Come on man, even I know both those statements are bullshit. Cause my dick’s fine, now what the hell is going on with you?” Buck set the sander down and parked his ass on the counter watching him while he drank a beer he’d grabbed from the cooler since the refrigerator they’d ordered wasn’t in yet. He almost snorted at that because she’d spent hours in that appliance store looking for one. She’d looked at nearly a dozen of them claiming they weren’t right, before he’d finally demanded to know exactly what it was she wanted. He’d listened to her requirements, some shit about not losing the farmhouse motif before finally nodding and telling the clerk what to order. Gunner shook himself, bringing his thoughts back to the present as he twisted to look out the window again. He still didn’t see Margo’s car, making him scowl.

“Hey fucker, I asked you a question.” Buck demanded tossing some used sandpaper at his head, making him snarl and glower at him.

 “She’s at her mother’s, alright? That always fucks with her head and I hate that she goes over there.” Gunner wasn’t quiet about how much he hated it, either. Her only response to his complaints were always ‘she’s my mother, Gunner’. Like that mattered at all, because calling that bitch a mother was like calling a snake a fucking bird.

“Shit, why does she bother going? I thought her mother was a terror,” Topper said, coming back into the room.

“It’s her mom man, nothing you can do to prevent her from going over there. All you can do is be here for her when she gets home and remind her why she doesn’t need to worry about what that woman has to say. Eventually, she won’t even hear the insults her mother throws out. She’s strong and that’s going to make it okay,” Buck said while taking another swig of his beer.

“It doesn’t mean I have to like it,” Gunner muttered.

“Nope, you don’t, but if you and the club are always here to catch her she will be fine.”

“She’s mine, asshole,” Gunner growled, not liking the time Buck had been spending with his woman. Not that he thought Margo would ever cheat on him or that Buck would betray him that way, but he was jealous of her time too. He already had to share her with her mother and Zoey. He didn’t want to have to share her with the club too, of course that was inevitable. Half the time he came home to find Bunny’s ass parked on the couch. Margo liked the fucker so he couldn’t say anything and when it wasn’t Bunny, it was Buck for fuck's sake.

“I can’t wait till you find a woman to keep you in check,” Gunner grunted, glaring at the man as he stared out the window looking for Margo’s car again. Needing to hold her and tell her that she would always be the best thing in this world as far as he was concerned.

“Yeah, we discussed that I don’t do good girls remember? They give me hives,” Buck said with a little chuckle.

“I can’t wait till you find a good girl you can’t resist and watch her bring you to your knees,” he replied as he watched Margo’s car coming up the drive.

“Never going to happen,” Buck called out as he walked out to greet his woman.

Gunner didn’t give that statement much thought, he just banged out the door and moved down the stairs that led up to the little porch. Margo had claimed that it was perfect for late night snuggling. Not that he minded anything that got her into his arms, but his idea of snuggling involved her naked in their bed so he could make her come a dozen times before the snuggling happened.

“She wasn’t that bad today, so you can relax,” Margo said as she stood near her little Honda.

She was wearing a bright green top and his favorite jeans with her normal accessories. Gunner drank in the sight of her standing there, his heart twisting with worry. She looked okay, she was smiling and he would have to call her outfit progress. Two months ago, she never would have worn that shirt when she went to her mothers. It was a sleeveless top that didn’t quite meet the top of her jeans, showing off her belly button.

“That’s not really reassuring babe.” Gunner grunted, his eyes meeting hers.

“Well it should be. I think I’m getting better at handling her criticism. I didn’t even care when she told me I looked like a streetwalker again.” Gunner cursed under his breath and took a step towards her.

“If you stopped going over there, you wouldn’t have to deal with it at all. I just don’t—,” Gunner began, only to be stopped when she held up her hand to halt his words.

“Gunner I’m not going to cut off my mother. Despite her cruel nature, she does need me, even if it’s in an unhealthy way. She lost her child and I know how hard that is and mine wasn’t even here yet. I can’t imagine losing my child after twenty-two years.” Margo hugged herself looking at him pleadingly, silently beseeching him to drop it.

“I’ll drop it, but that viper doesn’t need to rip your confidence to shreds in order to grieve her daughter. I really hate you going over there,” Gunner complained.

“I am well aware that you hate it, Gunner. However, I’m not going to stop going over there, but you can help me by showing me how much you love me when I get home.” Margo sent him a seductive smile as she took a few steps towards him.

Gunner didn’t wait for another invitation he just he scooped a giggling Margo off her feet carrying her up to their room where he proceeded to show her all the places on her he thought were perfect. It took hours because every part of her was absolutely perfect as far as he was concerned. He knew he was damned lucky that he’d gone to that picnic and caught her hiding in the bushes a year ago. Life without Margo just wasn’t worth living.

 

 

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