Chapter Twenty-Six
Eliza
Oh thank God, I thought when Gunner moved toward me. I’d been thinking about having sex with him since the moment he walked in. I was glad that he seemed to want me as much as I wanted him.
I thought about suggesting that we move to the bedroom. I’d taken a sneak peek at it when I’d been in the house without him, and his bed was big and inviting. But the sofa seemed good enough, and I wasn’t sure that I could make it all the way to the kitchen. I pulled off my dress as he got nearer and he grinned at me.
“You’re making this easier,” he said. He stood up and took off his clothes and then lay me down on the sofa.
Okay, I thought. The sofa is big enough.
I spread my legs and then as he moved on top of me I wrapped them around him.
“I had no idea you were so flexible, Lashes,” he said and sucked on my neck.
“All those years of yoga are finally paying off,” I said and then used my legs to pull him tighter. He groaned, and it immediately turned me on.
While he kissed, he reached down to feel me. I was wet and ready for him. With his mouth against mine and his fingers inside me, I thought I was going to totally lose control. How did he always know exactly how to turn me on?
“Gunner, wait, stop!” I said.
He stopped and looked at me. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m going to come,” I said breathlessly.
“So? That’s what I want,” he said and reached down for me again.
I groaned and felt myself start to lose control all over. I was just at the edge of no return when he stopped and climbed off me. I almost cried out, but then I saw that he was reaching for a condom. He slipped it on and then moved inside me. I cried out in pleasure and bit my tongue to stop myself from coming. But it didn’t take me long to lose myself again, and soon I experienced an orgasm even stronger than the times before.
Afterward, I stretched and fell off the sofa, and he laughed at me and pulled me back up. We lie side by side for a while, not saying anything.
“How do you keep doing that?” I finally said.
“Doing what?” he asked innocently.
“Every time we have sex, it’s better than the time before. I know you think you’re only good at motorcycle stuff, but I think sex is your main calling in life.”
He laughed. “Well, that’s good to know.”
A thought occurred to me. I wondered how many times Ian had slept with a girl on the very same sofa before. I thought about asking but changed my mind. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Instead, I turned to face him.
“So, you hungry?”
He laughed. “I am, now that you mention it. I’d actually forgotten how hungry I was for a while.”
“Me too,” I said. “Thank goodness the food wasn’t cooking on the stove. We would’ve burned it. It was ready just before you got here, so I just have to heat it up. I have most definitely worked up an appetite for it, though.”
“Sex followed by spaghetti. I can get used to this.”
“Yeah, me too,” I agreed.
I dished up for both of us and then brought the bowls to the living room. It was so comfortable there that we decided to just eat on our laps. I thought back to the very first time that I had met Ian at the fundraiser. Back then, I was still living in my car and worried that the club was filled with dangerous men. The last thing that I would’ve expected was to be sitting in his house eating dinner together on our laps.
“This is amazing,” he said.
“I think everything tastes good after sex. I’m going to have to have sex with you before each meal that I cook. That way you’ll always think I’m amazing in the kitchen.”
“You are amazing in the kitchen. But I’m definitely not going to complain about that deal. So, how was everything at work? Good day?”
“Wonderful day!” I said.
“Oh yeah? Did something happen?”
I took a bite of the spaghetti and then smiled at him. “Well, John has asked Mae and me to organize this huge party next week Saturday. He hinted at it a while back, but he called us into his office to say that it’s definitely happening now. He wants the two of us to work on it together.”
“That’s cool. You’ve been saying ever since the fundraising event that you wanted to work with Mae on a big project again.”
“Yeah,” I said, impressed that he had remembered. “We can’t wait. And it sounds like a fun one to be involved in. I’m so glad that John feels as if he can trust me with the assignment too. Because I know this is one that he doesn’t want to see messed up.”
“You won’t mess it up. This sort of thing is in your blood. I’ve noticed that about you—you’re good at figuring out what people want, even when they’re not sure about it themselves. And that’s what party planning is all about. You make their day into something they will never forget.”
That was by far one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to me. “Thank you,” I said. “I really appreciate that, Ian. I’m very excited. We’ve already started planning a few things, but we’re going to be working more seriously on it in the upcoming week. I love the fact that I’m excited to go to work.”
“You’ll do great!”
“There’s one other thing. And, of course, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I started and then laughed at Ian’s startled face. I wasn’t sure if I was going to ask him to come with me to the event, but at the same time, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be alone at it, either. It would be fun to show off what I had created with Mae.
“Uh oh, what is it?”
“Well, we’re allowed to bring a date. I’m planning the event, but also going to it. And I’d love to take you. Now, I know it’s not your thing. But I’d love to have you there if you’d like.”
“A party? Do I have to dress up?”
“I guess so. But I suppose you don’t have to. It probably doesn’t matter,” I said. I already felt bad for asking him. It was clear that it wasn’t the kind of thing he enjoyed doing. And we weren’t even dating, so why was I asking him to do something he clearly hated? I was just about to backtrack when he interrupted.
“I’ll be there.”
“You will?”
He laughed. “Don’t sound so surprised. I might not dress up, though. But I do want to see what you’ve put together. I’m sure it will be nice. Will there be food?” he asked.
I chuckled. “Of course. It’s not a party without food.”
“Then I’ll definitely be there. What about Mae? Who is she taking?”
“She’s going solo.”
“She is?”
“Yeah, but so is John.”
“Ah!” he said. I’d told him about the attraction between the two of them before, so he knew what I was hinting at. “Are those two ever going to admit that they are crushing on each other?”
I shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe at the party they’ll be suitably drunk to finally let it out. We might have to nudge them in the right direction. They’re hopeless.”
“And you say he definitely likes her?”
“It sure seems that way to me. And she is all for him. And really, they would make a great couple. They’re perfect for each other.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing them. And I still need to thank Mae. If she hadn’t walked away at the fundraiser that day, I might never have had the chance to talk to you alone.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re coming.”
I smiled at him and changed the subject. I didn’t want him to change his mind or for him to know what a big deal it was that he had agreed to go with me. But I was happy. Happier than I even wanted to admit to myself.