Gunn

Brenna snored like a bear. She slept on her back with her arms up over her head and one leg bent. I couldn’t resist. I slid the sheet off her so I could see every inch of her.

She was perfect. Toned arms, strong runners’ legs. Spread wide like that, I got a perfect view of her sweet pussy. I got bold and tapped her little bud with the pad of my index finger. She stirred, but didn’t wake. Damn, she’d gotten so wet for me. My dick clenched just thinking about it. I knew it would feel good to bury myself deep inside of her. I had no idea just how good. She was sweet and tight and hot in all the right places. I fit inside of her like a glove. Like she was molded just for me.

It took everything in me not to work her little clit with my fingers again and make her rise to meet me. I wanted her to wake up like that every morning, with my dick buried so deep. I’d claimed her in every way a man could.

She’d been a virgin. My beautiful Brenna. I hadn’t expected that. Now that I knew, it made it all the more sweet. I told her she was mine. I’d felt it from the moment she walked into my club. Now it was real. She was all mine. We were just getting started. I was going to make it my mission to school her in all the ways I could bring her pleasure. Take her to the edge until she begged for release. More than anything, I wanted to get started right now.

I traced a line from the column of her throat between her breasts. They were heavy, perfect Cs, with dark, wine-colored nipples. I licked her left nipple then blew cool air over it, watching it pop out. I did the same to the other while Brenna snored on. She was as deep a sleeper as any woman I’d ever been with.

She groaned and rolled onto her side. Her sweet little ass rose up in the air. I’d own that too if she let me.

“Mmm,” she said, blinking. As she shook off her slumber, her little nose crinkled with confusion. It took her a second to realize where she was. As it dawned on her, color came into her cheeks and she smiled. Oh yeah, my baby remembered it all. I knew if I dipped a finger between her legs I’d find her wet again already.

“You have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?”

She yawned and wiped the sleep from her eyes. “You’re a strange man, Gunn Thompson. You like your women rough, apparently.”

I pounced on her; going to my knees I stretched her arms above her head. “I like this woman just how I’ve got her. Though I wouldn’t mind teaching you a lesson or two.”

“Mmm.” Desire flashed in her eyes. Fuck, yeah. She’d be into it. She squirmed as I held her wrists in one hand. I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. As much as I wanted to make good on my promise, I’d been away from the club for too long.

“What time is it?” She yawned.

“Just after four,” I said. “I figured we’d grab a quick bite before I get you back to your dorm.”

“Ugh.” She ran a hand through her hair. “Christine’s probably called a hundred times wondering what happened to me.”

“I took care of it,” I told her. Brenna slid out of bed. I’d put her clean clothes on a chair near the bathroom. I hated watching her slide into her panties and pull on a pair of jeans. I had visions of keeping her naked and tied to this damn bed. Anything to keep her from going off clubbing like she had the other night. A flash of rage went through me as I remembered how I found her last night. Dirk Fields ended up with a split lip after Teague got done with him. That’s the last time he’d try to put his hands over any drunk college girls after a set.

“Great,” she said. “I’m sure Christine’s imagination is going wild.”

I laughed. “Baby, I’m pretty sure reality is wilder than anything she could dream up.”

Brenna blushed as she turned back to me. She pulled her top over her head and she came to me. I spread my knees and brought her between them, wrapping my arms around her waist. She leaned down and found my lips.

“What did you do to me, Gunn? I don’t want to not be touching you.”

“Good,” I said, smacking her ass. “And as much as I hate it, I’ve got to get you back. I’ve got some shit to do down at the garage, then Church later.”

“Church,” she said. “I always thought that was an odd thing to call your meetings. It’s kind of funny. Scotty used to say he was going to church. I knew what he meant, but Mom thought he meant actual church. He let her believe it. It kept her out of his business for a while.”

My expression must have changed. Brenna smiled and kissed me again. “Don’t. Let’s not go back to that. No more ghosts between us, Gunn.”

I slid my hands up the back of her thighs. She let out a little squeal as I lifted her when I stood. She straddled my hips and her hair fell over me. “No ghosts. It’s too late for that now. Let’s just say that particular cherry’s been popped.”

She laughed, but then her face fell. I set her down and shoved my feet in my boots. “Maybe I should have said something,” she said. “I just ... I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. I was afraid you’d lose your nerve.”

I turned to her. “I might have. Though, baby, the second you dropped that sheet, everything else was a foregone conclusion. I’m a tough guy, but ain’t no power on this earth could have kept me from you.”

She put her own boots on and ran her fingers through her hair. She scowled in the mirror like all girls do. Brenna had no idea how fucking beautiful she was. I was going to make a point of showing her again. Soon. I checked the clock. Fuck. Maybe we had just enough time to …

A knock on the front door pulled me away from my plans. Brenna watched me pull my Nine off the dresser and slide it into my hip holster. I kissed her forehead and went past her for the front door.

“I’ll just be a second,” I said.

“Is it trouble?” she asked.

I shrugged. “I doubt it.”

I looked through the keyhole. It was Angel. Shit. I might have to rethink my answer to Brenna. No reason for him to show up in person unless it was something he didn’t want to talk about over the phone.

I swung the door open. Angel jerked his chin at me and stepped inside. I kind of wished I’d told Brenna to wait in the bedroom. The minute Angel walked in, I felt a wave of protective jealousy about her. But Brenna was already in the living room. Angel’s step faltered. He was shocked to see her. Brenna gave him a little wave.

“Hey,” she said.

Angel gave me a look then smiled at her. “Hey, yourself! Uh ... good to see you.”

“Right.” Brenna gave him a thumbs up and grabbed her purse from the couch. “Gunn ... I’m just gonna call an Uber. I’ll, uh ... we’ll catch up later.”

“No way,” I said. “No Uber. Just sit tight for a second. If I need to, I’ll have one of the probies take you home.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but I think she saw the look in my eye. She gave me a little thumbs up and headed for the kitchen. Lupe tore out of the other bedroom and followed her.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Brenna said. “You’re a food whore, huh?”

“Big time.” I laughed. “Don’t give her anything more exciting than carrots. She gets fat.”

Angel stood with his hands in his back pockets and a shit-eating grin on his face as soon as Brenna rounded the corner out of sight.

“Don’t start,” I said.

“Sheeit,” Angel said. “We were all taking bets on how long it was going to take for you to tap that. I think this means Switch wins the pool.”

That protective rage bubbled up. My fists clenched. Angel saw. His face dropped and he put a hand up in surrender. “Oh ... hey, man. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it’s like that. I’m just busting your balls.”

“Yeah,” I said, looking over my shoulder to make sure Brenna wasn’t on her way back. “It’s like that. But do me a favor and keep your trap shut for now.”

“No problem. Look, she’s a sweet girl. It’s good news, Gunn.”

“Right. So what’s going on?”

Angel cleared his throat. By the expression on his face, I knew I wasn’t going to like his news. I gestured with my chin and he followed me out to the porch.

“Out with it,” I said. “Sly wouldn’t have sent you all the way out here if this was something to put a smile on my face.”

Angel’s tone took a grim turn. “Look. I’m sorry, man. There’s no good way to tell you this. Somebody tried to break into your bike shop last night. They didn’t get anything. There’s minimal damage. A couple of broken windows. But Josh got clipped. He was sitting down the road. Whoever it was broadsided him before they got away.”

My heart turned to ash. Rage burned through me. My shop. Some fuckers tried to take a bite out of my shop. “How bad is he hurt?” I asked, my stomach churning.

“He’s going to be good as new, but he broke some ribs. Pretty bad road burn on his right calf. Stitches in his forehead. He was wearing his helmet and the kid’s a good rider. Thank God for that. The plates and windows were blacked out. Whoever did this wanted to be damn sure not to get made. Sly’s got some people on it already. There’s nothing you need to do here. But he wants everyone back home.”

“Lockdown?” A pit formed in my gut.

“Nah,” Angel said. “Not a full lockdown. He just wants all of our people where he can see them for the next twenty-four. No reason to take chances until we know whether this is connected to what happened to Toby or not.”

“Fresh-squeezed orange juice?” Brenna sang out. She was carrying a tray with a pitcher of juice and three glasses. Angel gave me a funny look. It was almost dinner time.

“I got this,” I said to him. “You mind waiting for me outside for a few?”

Angel shot a look to Brenna. He gave me a knowing nod then quietly excused himself. Brenna’s smile fell as Angel made an awkward goodbye.

She set the tray down. “Gunn?”

“Baby, listen. Change of plans.” Fuck. I had no idea how this would go over. I’d spent forever trying to convince Brenna and her family that the Great Wolves were legit. That didn’t mean club drama didn’t take a turn every now and again. I just wished it hadn’t happened so soon.

“What’s going on?”

I went to her. I put my hands on her shoulders and kissed her. Brenna kissed me back but she was shrewd enough to know I was trying to handle her. “I need you to come with me,” I said. “Just for a little while. Maybe the weekend. You think you can swing that?”

A creased formed in her brow. “You’re freaking me out. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Probably nothing, anyway. But I’d just feel better if I had you somewhere I can keep an eye on you for the next couple of days. Until things …”

She jerked away from me. “Listen, I’m sorry about last night. Yes. I had way too much liquor. But it’s not like I do that all the time. It was my twenty-first, for God’s sake. If we’re going to do this, I can’t have you watching over me like a hawk all the time. You have to let me live my life, Gunn.”

Fuck. This wasn’t going well. “Yeah. I know. And I’m not going to argue with you about how lucky you were I was watching over you last night. This isn’t about that. This is ... club business. Sly wants everyone at the clubhouse.”

She stood back. “So go to the clubhouse. I’m not stopping you, Gunn. I’m not my family. I know who you are and what they are.”

“When I say everyone … I mean you too.”

“Me?” She pressed a hand flat to her chest. “What are you talking about?”

God. I didn’t want to tell her. There was no good way. If the Hawks or someone else were targeting club members, I needed Brenna under my roof for a little while. People saw me with her last night. It was my shop that got targeted.

“I wish I could sugarcoat this shit. I swear to God, if there were any way I could … But Brenna, I’m not asking you right now. I’m telling you. You need to come to the clubhouse with me until I’m sure it’s safe for you not to be with me.”

Her face dropped. Her breasts jiggled as she shook with anger. “You’re telling me? Are you serious?”

“Deadly,” I said. “I was hoping we could talk about this, you know, over time. But ... you need to know ... there are sometimes when I’m going to need you to do what I tell you to. No questions asked. Unfortunately ... and I know the timing blows ... but this is one of those times. And don’t look at me like that. I know damn well Scotty probably had this talk with you more than once.”

She took a faltering step back. “He did.”

“Good. It’s settled then.”

“Nothing is settled, Gunn. You’re right. The timing is lousy. I don’t know what we are. But you can’t ... I’m not ... you can’t just order me to hop to.”

I went to her. “Okay ... so I’m asking. Except I won’t take no for an answer, baby. And I know what we are. You know it too. You hear me?”

Brenna’s lips parted. That little flash of color went into her cheeks. She was pissed at me. She had a right to be. But I was damn well gonna protect what was mine.