“How is that creepy? You’re so beautiful, Riley.” He says, laying a kiss on top of my head. “You looked content, and when I moved your hair off your face you smiled.” Deciding not to care that we’re naked and there’s a sword pressing into my hip, I cuddle closer.

“Sweetheart?” He says while placing soft kisses across my forehead. “I fucked up last night.”

“You mean to say, you’re sorry?” I totally get to screw with him over this…

“I do not like being spanked, or a number of other things that I like to be on the giving end of.”

“Fine. Then we call it a ‘get out of jail free card’. There’ll be a time you want to spank me and you can’t because I’ll call it in.” I murmur, raising my right leg up to circle his hip; stunned when he moves my leg back down and holds me away from him.

The intensity of his dark blue gaze makes me want to move back into him, annoying me that he’s holding me away. “Are we okay, Riley? Please tell me what an ass I am, but that we’re okay?”

“We’re one for one in the ‘momentary freak out’ department.” I point out. “The difference is, Gunner, don’t unilaterally decide what’s best for me ever again.” Barely whispering my feelings, I focus on tracing one of his tattoos rather than see his face. “You almost destroyed me last night.”

“There may be other aspects of our life where I make a call before discussing it with you first, but no more trying to push you away. I will become someone you deserve, I swear it.” For once, it’s Gunner who’s stumbling over words. I exhale feeling confident again. “Is it safe to call you ‘Sweetheart’ again?”

“Don’t get a big head, but it makes me feel like I’ve been hugged every time you call me that.”

“Look at me, Riley.” I do, but before he can continue, the morning light across his face brings a cry from my lips.

“Gunner, NO!” He is totally startled and nearly falls off the bed as he whips his head around, as though looking for an intruder.

“What?”

“You have a black eye!” I am mortified.

“Well, yeah, from your tiny fists last night.” He grins like this happens every day, but seeing the evidence of my fury causes me to start crying again. At this rate, I’ll be severely dehydrated if we stay together.

He rolls over on top of me, all the while trying to soothe me. “I deserved that, Sweetheart. Don’t cry anymore, please Riley?”

I wrap my arms and legs around his body, leaning up to kiss the reminder from last night. “I didn’t mean to, I’ve never hit anyone on purpose before.”

“Well, then, you’re kind of a badass, Sweetheart. I am thoroughly impressed.” Gunner is grinning down at me. Dropping his gaze to my chest, he leans down to kiss along my collarbone before asking permission to continue. “There was something I was planning on doing, before I screwed up last night…”

“Oh, yeah?” I murmur, smoothing down his hair with my hands. “What’s that?” I tighten my legs around his waist, grinding my clit against his boner.

“Shhh, I’ll show you if you behave…” He moves to unwind my legs from around him, pushing me flat onto the bed. As he rolls my rock hard nipples between his rough fingers, I can’t help but moan and arch my hips back up at him. Giving me that devastating smile of his, he glides his hand over the curve of my stomach and teasingly tip-toes his fingers down over my clit, dipping his index finger into my wet pussy. Groaning as he playfully nips my breast, he scoops out the moisture he finds within me.

Moving his hand back up to dab my cream around my nipples; keeping eye contact with me as he slowly licks them clean, he dips his finger into my mouth. “See how good you taste, Sweetheart?”

Unable to deny him, I open my mouth and suck on his finger. Wishing for another appendage in my mouth, I reach down to grab his cock. “No Riley. Not yet.”

Holding my hands to my sides, he slides further down, darting his tongue out to lazily swipe through my slit until he finds my clit. Sucking that into his mouth he continues to torture me until I can’t form any thoughts, then draws back, lying beside me.

“Gunner, please don’t stop. I need you.” I beg.

“I know, come up on here.” He half lifts me until my nearly dripping pussy is hovering over his face. “Ride me. You set the pace now, Ri.”

And I do. My ass cheeks are secured in each of his hands as he holds me in place and I grind down on his tongue and nose until I’m so close to coming I lose all coordination. Then he takes over for me, keeping my pace while sucking and nipping my clit harder and harder as pleasure and pain all jumble together to push me over the edge. I scream indistinguishable words.

Finally slumping against the wall in front of me, I eventually register the rumbling I feel as his laughter. Crumbling to his side, I feel nervous and exposed. Looking at him, my come has coated his face. “You, are a “squirter,” Riley.”

“Is that bad?” I’ve never heard that term and while he looks pleased with himself, I’m still new to all of this.

“Sweetheart, I’m two for two making you squirt. Considering I thought squirting was an urban legend that makes you a unicorn. My very own unicorn.” He looks pretty smug as he wipes his hand down his face, bringing it back up to take a sniff followed by a lick. “So delicious.” Looking over at my red face that I’m trying to hide while I figure this out; he rolls towards me, pulling me close.

“Don’t be shy,” he snuggles his head into the crook of my neck, whispering directly into my ear. “It really turns me on that I can make you feel that good.”

I don’t have my phone nearby and am too embarrassed to ask the difference between coming and squirting, but know I’ll be running a search on that the first chance I get. “I want to make you come now, Gunner.” I peek up at him, kissing his chin then rubbing my nose in his light covering of whiskers.

“Don’t think I don’t want it, but you have to shower!”

“What?!”

“School day, Sweetheart. And I have some stops to make. I’ll drop you off at school, what time for your pick up?” He asks as he maneuvers us off the bed.

“No, just take me to my car and we can meet back here later,” I suggest, trying to make it easier for him. “You have it for another night, right?”

“I do, but I’m driving you. Go get ready and I’ll start breakfast.”

Groaning and moving slowly to the bathroom, I get a little more excited thinking about breakfast. Planning out my day while in the shower, I decide to get the utilities transferred over to my name during my break in between classes, and then I will hit the superstore later to get basics for the apartment. The threat of having to shop should be enough to convince Gunner to drip me at my SUV. Dressing and gathering what I’ll need for the day, I head to the kitchen.

“I made breakfast sandwiches, you ok eating on the road?”

Wiping some crumbs from his short whiskers, I kiss him softly. “Sure, what do you have planned for today?” Wondering what the rush is as we head to his Explorer.

“I decided on a housewarming present for you then I have to check in at the MC after that. You ok at school to two or three? I’ll text you when I’m heading to get you.”

“Gunner, first, you don’t have to buy me anything! You got me a birthday helmet that I love. Secondly, I need to buy stuff for the apartment. I mean like, go to the superstore-and-fill-two-carts up type of shopping. You can just take me to my SUV, ok?”

“Sweetheart,” he says, opening the door for me and grabbing my butt as he gives me a boost into his truck. “I want to spend as much time as I can with you today and tomorrow; I’ve got a short trip that’ll start Wednesday, so I am willing to be tortured while you shop. And the gift is as much for me as it is for you, so that’s non-negotiable.”

After getting in, he leans in for a kiss as I ask, “Where are you going?”

Leaning back without delivering my kiss, he says, “Club business.” And starts the car as I sit waiting for any other details. None are forthcoming.

“When will you be back?” I try next.

“I’m not sure.”

“Is this what it’ll be like? Do you get to call me from the road?” I ask, not trying to pick a fight but genuinely curious.

“This is it, this is what I do. I will text you if I can but no calls.” He holds himself stiffly, waiting for my reaction. I reach over and lay my hand on his thigh.

“I changed my mind about something earlier and didn’t get a chance to tell you.” I didn’t think he could get any more tense, but he did as he tries to figure out what I mean. “I decided I hate it when you tell me, or you use the word ‘deserve’ – so I’m changing my ‘get out of jail free’ word from when you say ‘sorry’ to when you say ‘deserve’. Got it?”

Gunner

I almost drove off the goddamn road when she starts out saying she changed her mind. Fuck, I held it together long enough to hear her out and when she explains, my asshole finally un-puckers and I can breathe again.

“Fuck, Riley. Don’t do that to me, Sweetheart.” I whisper, knowing I have to get used to her being a smart ass.

“What? I’m serious. I hate it when you talk like I should be on a pedestal and try to negate how happy you make me.” I reply, ignoring any reference to how I scared him.

Placing my hand on top of hers and finally smiling again, I can’t help but tease her. “But sometimes you really DESERVE a spanking, Riley. Can’t I say that?”

“Ha, no. Especially not when you get that look in your eye! Like you want to strangle me. Come to think of it, if you’re already looking at me like that, does that mean our ‘honeymoon’ period is over?” She blinks innocently.

Laughing, “Let me rephrase that then, ‘you’re going to get a spanking tonight, Riley.’ Is that better?”

“Gunner! I was teasing you. And about the other thing, you told me about not being able to talk about club business. I get it, I just wanted to know more about what to expect and if I can get ahold of you if I need to. I wasn’t pushing you for information.” She squeezes my hand to let me know she’s sincere.

Exhaling and nodding in reply to her explanation, I’m again floored at how accepting she is of me and my lifestyle. Approaching the campus, I stop to check in at the guard hut and shake my head at Ronnie, the guy I know who hangs out at our MC from time to time. Don’t want to get into our connection with Riley right now, and thankfully he plays along. I get directions from her about where to drop her off and where I can find her later, then head out.