Gunner

“This isn’t a good time, Officer.” Is the first thing I hear. Riley sounds more annoyed than anything, so I continue into the front room.

“All good, Sweetheart?” I decide to announce my entrance before I get to the end of the hallway. The front room has two guys unwrapping a sofa, a third coming through the door with an oversized ottoman, and Officer Kennelly standing near the kitchen island. Everyone has frozen and turned to stare my way.

Riley’s face lights up and she quickly closes the distance between us.

“Gunner! I wanted to surprise you but…” She indicates the furniture, then the nuisance in the kitchen area.

“What are you doing here, Sorenson?” Kennelly cuts in.

“I believe I’m welcome here, what about you?” I stand, holding Riley to my body and staring the Officer down. I have no real problem with cops in general but this one is an all-around pain in the ass.

“He came up when I let the delivery guys in,” Riley explains.

“I’m here on an authorized wellness check; Riley’s family is concerned about her and considering the company…” Mr. High and Mighty starts spouting before my girl cuts in.

“Enough! I am an adult, Officer. I was at my Grandmother’s last night and she expressed no concern for my wellbeing. I have already asked you to leave and I will be calling the Sheriff. You have no right tracking me down because I’m upset with my parents and won’t return their call.” While I had every intention of handling this, I do love seeing her fight her own battles.

As Kennelly flushes, remembering the presence of the three delivery guys who have paused to watch the show; he starts stammering about this being a legitimate complaint. Riley simply points to the door; he replaces his hat and heads out mumbling to himself.

“Gentlemen, I believe there’s one more piece?” She turns this last bit on the delivery guys to get them moving again and I don’t waste a moment picking Riley up and putting her on the island. Kissing her thoroughly, letting her feel how much I missed her. Lost in her arms, I step back when we’re asked where to place an extra wide upholstered chair. Riley points, jumping down to inspect it. Tipping the workers then signing off on some paperwork, she locks the door behind them. “Do you like them, Gunner?”

“I need you. Couch or bed, Sweetheart?” I ask, pulling off my clothes.

Riley

“Sit here” I indicate the large chair. Watching him cross the space and sit down, I reach up under my long skirt and remove my panties. Keeping my skirt up, I move to sit on him but pause as I see he’s fumbling with a condom.

I quickly seek to impale myself on him. Moaning, I feel as tight as I was the other night.

“Easy there, Sweetheart,” He lifts my shirt over my head and lightly nibbles on each breast. “I know how to get you wet, then you just slide on down.”

With a knee on either side of him, I gently bounce on his cock; overly eager to feel all of him inside me again, my pussy is soon wet enough to help him get fully seated. I sit still for a moment, grinding my clit against his pelvic bone.

“Ride me, Sweetheart. Really. Fucking. Hard!” Gunner strangles out and I’m off.

My inexperience causes me to lift off his cock a few times but I eventually set as fast a pace as I can manage and between his cock hitting all the way up to my cervix and him sucking my nipples through my lacy bra; I’m coming before I know it. Slumped over him, he leans over to kiss me; slipping his tongue in to take possession of my mouth as his dick still throbs inside me.

Then with one hand behind me, he leans my nearly limp body back so I’m mostly lying on the ottoman. Moving to the edge of the chair, he says, “My turn.” Then pounds into me until his release comes, his eyes don’t leave mine and the fierce need I see in them brings me a second crashing orgasm as he finishes while yelling my name.

Standing with me in his arms, his gradually softening cock still inside me, he walks over the kitchen before setting me back on the island. Dumping the condom, and grabbing a dishtowel to wipe me off; he picks me up, this time cradling me in his arms before moving back to the new chair.

“I fucking love this chair.” He smiles down at me while holding me close and protected against his naked body.

I can’t help but laugh and all the stress from the past few days completely dissipates.

“Riley, I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you.” I put my finger over his mouth but he merely kisses it before pulling it away. “Connal told me what he knew and I feel like shit I couldn’t be here to ease your load.”

“Gunner, this was all going to happen regardless of you. The only difference is, because of you, I’m staying here now and will have to deal with them.” Taking a breath, “I didn’t even consider they’d take the SUV back and strand me in the middle of winter!

“Gram said to give it a day or so before reaching out to them, but agrees with me that they’re more upset about how this will look to their associates than anything else. Mom actually told her she must have dementia and should be evaluated! Rogers is beside himself thinking they may try to get her out of the way.”

“There’s no way anyone can spend five minutes with her and think there’s anything off! She’s as sharp as they come; I mean other than thinking I’m perfect for you.” I narrow my eyes at him as he grins down at me.

“Not funny right now, Baby,” I say as he nuzzles me and nips my ear.

“Baby? You’ve never called me anything but Gunner?” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Would you prefer Alex?” I laugh as he flinches.

“Put that way, I can live with Baby; just so long as you as only scream ‘Gunner’ when you come.”

“Deal.” I start kissing his neck, mewling when he pushes me back.

“Let’s talk this out before Round Two, Sweetheart.” He kisses my forehead as I sigh. “I spoke to Connal and there’s a solid truck he wants you to test drive tomorrow morning, so that’s step one.”

“Next, I’ve been thinking about the space downstairs; I want to talk to a couple people I know and maybe we pitch in together to rent the store? Anne has her jewelry line, my furniture, and I know a cousin of one of the other Ol’ Lady’s has a pottery / glassblowing line. If the three of us sell out of one space and split the rent, I think we will clear more than when we have to pay out in commissions to retailers carrying our designs. Flint has a strong head for business so I just want to get his perspective on how this would work. Do you have a sample lease that I can show him?” He asks, obviously having given this some thought.

“I think that’s a great idea! Like an artists’ cooperative? Gram told me what the rent should be for me to clear expenses, build a sort of maintenance fund for the building and have some income; but I can discount that…” I start, getting excited about his plan.

“No. Absolutely not. If the number doesn’t sound fair we’ll talk, but your Gram knows the going rates around here and we’ll stick to it.” He insists.

“Then I’ll use it to pay you for a dining set. Don’t roll your eyes at me! I’m serious. You work hard and if I can’t give you a discount, then I don’t get one.” I’m pointing my finger at him by the end of that outburst and he leans down to take it in his mouth.

As I struggle to turn to straddle him, he holds me still again. “Not yet, Ri. Third topic: your parents. I don’t want Kennelly parked outside day and night, you got to call them. They already know about me, so maybe we meet them for an early dinner somewhere tomorrow?”

“So handsome, so naïve,” I say, in my most condescending voice; patting him on his head like a child.

“Ha! Since I’m not handsome, I’m obviously not naïve either.” He says chuckling.

“I think you’re very good looking, Gunner. So don’t say that about yourself.” I gasp, actually upset about this trivial point.

“Sweetheart, I’m happy I do it for you but I wasn’t good looking even before I stopped a bomb with my face. Now, do you want to call them before or after I stick my dick inside you again?”

“After!” I eagerly respond.

“Promise?” He says as he stands up, setting me to the side he heads back to the bedroom. “Stay there, I’m not done with that chair yet!” He calls over his shoulder. “Just need more condoms.”

Well, I’m glad he likes my purchases; I smile to myself as I remove my skirt and bra.

Gunner

After teaching my Sweetheart about riding a reverse cowgirl on me, we slowly move to the shower. Before long, I’m on my knees before her bringing her off with my tongue and fingers, my thumb sliding in and out of her tight asshole I’ve yet to claim.

Looking up at Riley, head thrown back under the rain shower head; I’m again amazed at her capacity to give herself over to me so completely. Thankful for her, I pull her close, kissing her belly button and secretly hoping I got her pregnant the other night. Knowing how unfair that would be to her at this time in her life and feeling ashamed of myself.

“Are you hungry?” She asks, stirring me from my thoughts when I’m finally wrapping her in a towel. I guess I really only notice when towels are too small for me, but the ones she bought are huge and easily circle my waist so it nearly swallows her. “I marinated some chicken breasts; I can stick those in the oven.”

“Grill.” I get out, as I start to brush my teeth. “I got to get a grill for that deck; but sure, oven will work tonight.”

Slipping one of my t-shirts over her head she heads back out to the great room. There’s something else we have to discuss.

“Riley, I came here today without really asking.” She looks up at me with her eyebrows knitted together. “How do you want this to work? I want to be with you, but this is your place and I don’t want to crowd you, so what should I plan on? A few nights a week here? Do you just want to take it day by day?”

Getting dinner in the oven, she’s avoiding eye contact and I’m not sure why.

“I should probably call my parents now. You sure you want to meet with us tomorrow? I can do it alone.” She says quietly.

Reaching out for her phone, I take it and hold it above her head as she tries walking past me. “Riley, what’s going on in that head of yours?” She shrugs.

“Don’t fucking shrug at me, tell me what you want.”

“Don’t yell at me!” Ok, now I do see her eyes misting over.

“Hey! Hey, don’t get mad. I’m just trying to figure out what you expect from me, when I should give you space? You know?” I try to wrap an arm around her.

“Flint said you would want ‘space’, I just didn’t think it would happen in the first week.” She storms down to her bedroom and I have no idea what just happened. Taking a deep breath, I lower the temperature on the oven and as I brace myself to head after her, her phone rings. It’s her father.

What the fuck, might as well do this now.

“Riley’s phone.” My answer is met with silence.

“Who is this?”

“Gunner, Riley’s in the other room.”

“Alexander “Gunner” Sorenson, I’m having you investigated for statutory rape.” Funny how this man’s voice makes me what to pull him through the phone and beat the shit out of him.

“Yeah, good luck with that. We got together for the first time last Saturday; say, how’d you spend your daughter’s birthday?”

“Go to hell.”

“Look, we’re getting off on the wrong foot here.” I look up to see Riley watching me from the hallway. “Riley was actually about to call you and your wife. We’d like to have an early dinner with you both tomorrow; here in town, sort of clear the air a bit.”

“We don’t want you anywhere near her, Riley can come out here to discuss…”

Holding the phone away from my ear, I loudly ask Riley; “Sweetheart, they don’t seem to want me around you, do you want to talk to your father?” He and I wait for her reply.

I surrender the phone, as she comes towards it. “Hi, Father.” She says in a softer voice than I’m used to hearing from her, one devoid of any emotion. Keeping her eyes on me as she listens, I can hear indistinguishable words and his voice getting louder and louder. Finally, there is silence until she replies using that same hollow tone of voice.

“I’ve been very disappointed by you and mother over the years, so I can, indeed, understand how you feel right now. Perhaps you’ll get over it, like I did?

“If so, text me a restaurant and time you would like to meet Gunner and I and we will sit down with you and mother. In the future, I would ask that you keep a civil tone and language when speaking to me. Good night.” She disconnects the call. I stand staring at her in amazement. I would never have been able to keep my cool, through what I expect, was quite a tirade.

“Please tell me why you’re upset with me?” I open my arms to her, not making a move otherwise.

Throwing herself into my arms, she says; “I’m sorry. I, this, you, it’s my first relationship and I just want to be close to you. I just want you here. Flint said something that upset me the other night and I just, well, do you want to be here? To stay here with me?”

“It’s pretty much my first relationship also; I just didn’t want to basically move in with you without asking. I want to be with you too. What did Flint say?”

“Just asked what I would do the next time you get drunk and end up fucking someone else. That it would happen, ‘it’s just the life.’ Bree told me he was an ass and to forget it. But I stood up for you to him and he looked at me like I was so naïve.” Taking a deep breath, she continues. “I don’t want to be cling wrap, so if you want to stay at the club I get that you might need space, just remember your promise. And also, Bree said she’d help me hide your body if you cheated on me.”

Chuckling, though I’m sure Bree would junk punch me at the very least. “I’ve had space. Years and years of space. Can I just be here with you and you’ll tell me if I’m annoying the crap out of you?” She smiles up at me, nodding.

“Only if you tell me when I annoy you?” She says, cupping my cheek.

“That’s not how this works, Sweetheart! If you annoy me, I’ll take you over my knee.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her, knowing we’re back on track.

Thirty minutes later, I’ve polished off three chicken breasts plus her sautéed garlic spinach and I’m looking for my phone.

“What are you doing?” Riley tilts her head at me in question.

“I have to text Connal,” I say, with my last bite still in my mouth.

She frowns at me, “Anything wrong?”

“No. He wanted to take you up on that home cooked meal you offered if I vouched for your cooking. This was fucking good!” She’s laughing at me while I text Connal. Getting up I set the first house rule – the cook doesn’t clean the dishes.