When they got to Gunner’s room Tammy was practically dead on her feet. He was having a hard time controlling his impulses. Being so close to her the night before and so close to her all morning had his hormones working overtime. But lately, he’d finally gotten to a point in his life where he was realizing that other people’s feelings, especially Tamara’s, were more important than his own, and sometimes immediate gratification wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. He led her to the bed, and even after helping her out of her clothes, he tucked her under the covers in her bra and underwear without doing anything inappropriate. She had her eyes closed when he leaned in to kiss her softly. He was surprised when her tongue came out and licked across his lips. He licked hers back and then said, “Rest.” She nodded and within seconds she was breathing evenly and he knew she was out. He sat and watched her sleep for a while, marveling at how incredibly beautiful and sexy she was without make-up and after a week or so of long, hard days. The bruising to her face was fading, but he could still see the telltale signs of where she’d been punched by a grown man, and it still made him angry to think about it. He leaned down and kissed that side of her face gently and then went into the bathroom and got into the shower so he wouldn’t be tempted to touch her and keep her awake.

When he got out of the shower she was still sleeping. He finally used one of the razors and shaved his face, and then dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that one of the girls had left him the day before. He opened and closed the door softly and went out to the great room. It was filled mostly with women and kids. Billy was watching a football game with a couple of the retired patches and Patty was wiping down the bar.

“Hey, kid, how are you doing?” she asked when she saw him. Whatever was going on between her and Louie was making her soft. Gunner wasn’t sure he liked it.

“I’m okay. Tommy is stable for now and Tammy’s finally getting some rest. How are things around here?”

“Quiet,” she said. “Only a few of the guys stayed back; the rest of them went out with Randall. You missed the arrival of Swinger early this morning. Have you met him?”

“Not yet.”

“He’s interesting,” she said with both her eyebrows raised.

“Interesting in what way?”

“He’s…I don’t know, you’ll have to meet him for yourself. He’s hard to describe.”

“Looking forward to it,” Gunner said, sarcastically. “I’m starving, Patty.”

She rolled her eyes and said, “What do I look like, your mother?”

He smiled. That was the Patty he knew and loved. “Not even a little bit,” he said. “You’re way too young to be my mother.”

“Shut the hell up,” she said, chuckling. “The kitchen is behind me. It’s a help yourself kinda place.”

“Ah, just like home,” he said as he got up. That got him a punch in the arm. He was still smiling when he walked in the kitchen. He stopped at the door when he saw that it was filled with the MC’s old ladies.

“Hey there.” One of the ladies he recognized from bringing him food a few days earlier was at the stove ladling something out of a pot. She was probably in her late thirties but in really good shape. She had a body most twenty-year-olds would kill for, long black hair, and the few fine lines around her dark eyes only added to her beauty, Gunner thought.

“Hi. I’m sorry to interrupt.”

“You’re not interrupting anything, honey. We’re going stir crazy on lockdown, so we’re cooking and eating way too much.”

He smiled. “Well, it doesn’t look like it will hurt any of you a bit.”

“Aw, a boy after my own heart,” the lady said. “I’m Mona, by the way. We’ve never been properly introduced. I’m Swinger’s old lady.” Shit. Gunner hadn’t realized she was the president’s old lady. That was like flirting with Princess Di or something. He felt his face go hot, and he looked down at the floor. He heard her laugh and a couple of the other ladies giggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t tell Swinger you were flirting.” She winked at him and said, “Are you hungry?”

Still slightly nervous, he said, “Yeah, starving, actually.”

“Well, sit down and I’ll fix you a sandwich and some of Hannah’s vegetable soup, how does that sound?”

“It sounds wonderful but Tamara hasn’t eaten anything either. Would it be okay if I took it to go so I could make sure she gets something to eat too?”

“Oh,” Mona said, knowingly. “Taking care of the little lady, are you?”

“She’s had a rough night,” he said.

Mona nodded. “We heard. How’s Tommy?”

“He’s stable,” Gunner said. “I guess they’re waiting for him to wake up to see what injuries he really has.”

“Poor boy. He’s a good boy. I’ve always liked Tommy.” She ladled two bowls of soup while one of the other ladies made two sandwiches. Mona put it all on a tray with two cans of Coke and said, “Tell Tammy to let me know if Tommy needs anything.”

“I will. Thank you.” Gunner walked out of the kitchen wondering about the odd way Mona had put that. She’d said that she always liked Tommy but she didn’t mention liking Tammy. She didn’t ask how she was doing and she said to let her know if Tommy needed anything. That was strange, he thought. He was still thinking about it when he pushed through the door with the tray and found Tammy sitting up in the bed looking confused and disoriented.

“Hey, what are you doing awake already?”

She still had a disoriented look on her face as she watched him sit the tray down on the dresser. “I—I think I had a dream,” she said.

Gunner went over and sat down next to her. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she said, snuggling into his side. “I’m fine.” They sat there like that for a few minutes and she suddenly lifted her head up and said, “Is that food?”

He smiled. “Yeah. Soup and sandwiches. Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Thank God,” he said. “Me too.” He went over and got the tray, and they sat on the edge of the bed and ate in silence. He glanced at her occasionally as she ate. She looked lost in her thoughts, like she was far away. He was compelled to ask her if she was okay again, but bit it back. He didn’t want to annoy her. She had a lot to think about, and she was one of the toughest people he’d ever met. She’d be fine. She looked damned fine in her pink bra and matching panties. He kept the food tray on his lap so she couldn’t see his growing erection. That worked until she finished eating. He’d just taken the last bite of his sandwich when she stood up and picked the tray up off his lap. Hiding an erection in sweatpants was impossible, Gunner had learned. Tammy looked down at it, smiled, and took the tray back over to the dresser, treating him to the sight of her sexy round ass cheeks.

When she came back over, she didn’t sit down next to him. Instead, she straddled his lap, facing him. She kissed him, slowly and softly, just letting her tongue slip out slightly to lick along his bottom lip. She tasted like vegetable soup and Coca Cola. He wanted to taste the rest of her. “I was going to let you get some more rest,” he said.

“I’m not tired.” He chuckled as her lips found the line of his jaw. He was glad he’d shaved when he felt them kiss a trail up to his ear. She sucked the lobe into her mouth and gently nibbled on it. Then she pressed her lips into his ear and said, “I’m horny. I can’t sleep when I’m horny.”

He had his hands on the smooth skin of her waist as she was still licking and sucking at his ear. His cock was throbbing up against the crotch of her panties. He was powerless to refuse. He grabbed her tightly and swung her around so her back was on the bed. She squealed and giggled and then whimpered when he stood up. “Take it all off,” he told her. “I don’t want anything between us this time.” He stripped off his shirt and sweats and watched her slip out of her bra and panties and adjust her gorgeous body so she was in the center of the bed. He lowered his body down on top of her, pressing her hard into the bed. His erection was pressing into the top of her mound and he could feel how wet she already was. She brought her sexy muscular legs up around his waist and tried to urge him inside of her. He laughed.

“You are horny.”

“I’ve wanted you all night.”

He laughed again. “Liar. You were too worried about your brother to want me.”

“I was worried about him. But when I had my head in your lap, if Dad hadn’t been watching us like a hawk, I would have given you a blow job right there in the waiting room.”

“Damn.” He lifted his arms up and tangled his fingers in her hair. He’d wanted to do that since he followed her out of the clubhouse the night before. He ground his hips into her, teasing her with his hard cock and delighting in her moans, and then he put his mouth on her neck and kissed it, and began to nibble on it. Her moans got louder and she arched her back up off the bed as he bit all the way down to her breasts. He found one hard nipple with his lips and played with it for a few seconds, making her squirm all over the bed. Then he covered it completely with his mouth and sucked on it for a bit before biting down on it with his teeth and making her cry out. She was pulling at his hair now and she used her grip on it to move his mouth over to the other side. He used his mouth to make love to her other breast. She was panting out his name and occasionally she’d say:

“Fuck yeah.” That went straight to his cock every time. He loved the way she could be such a lady one minute and an incredible vixen the next. She seemed to love it when he used his teeth, so he placed little love bites all over her breast around the outside of her nipple before licking it furiously with his tongue. Her hips were moving up and down and in a circular motion, keeping time with his mouth as he licked her nipple, and she groaned when he stopped and sat up. He took his hard cock in his hand and rubbed the tip of it along her sopping-wet slit. She cried out his name again and tried once more to get him inside of her.

“Not yet, baby. I want to make you come.”

“I’m almost there already,” she breathed out.

“I want you all the way there…over the top.” He slid down, licking the soft skin of her abdomen. When he reached the top of her mound he licked across it, tasting her sweet juices before using his face to push her thighs apart and letting his mouth rest against her hot wet pussy.

“Jesus, Gunner!”

He smiled into her flesh and then used his fingers to part her open. He brought his tongue out and licked her softly from top to bottom. He did that several times before finally letting his tongue slide into her silky tunnel. She was pulling his hair hard, lifting her hips off the bed and making the sexiest noises he’d ever heard. He wanted to drive her to the brink of madness before she came so she’d never be satisfied with another man. He realized as he had that thought how strange it was, but it was true. He never wanted another man to touch her. He wanted her to be his. He licked up her pussy to her hard clit. She mumbled unintelligibly and pushed his face in deeper as he sucked it into his mouth. He used his lips, his tongue, and his teeth to pleasure her, and her moans were getting louder and more desperate.

“Oh my God, Gunner! I’m going to come. Oh, Jesus! Oh, fuck!” He kept sucking on her clit as she yanked on his hair and her whole body went stiff as a board. She cried out so loud that if anyone was outside the door there was no way they wouldn’t hear her, but Gunner didn’t give a shit. She was shaking and quivering and he was licking her softly, working her through the orgasm. She tasted sweet and salty, and he realized that he had never enjoyed oral sex on a woman as much as he just had with her. When she stopped shaking he pulled his face up and looked at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was stuck to her face in places. She had her eyes closed but she was smiling. And then she untangled her legs from around his shoulders and he felt her hand work its way down his chest and abdomen until it found his hard cock. As soon as she touched it fireworks went off in his head. He wasn’t sure if he’d convinced her that she would never want another man or not, but surprisingly he was almost convinced that she was the only one for him.