Chapter Nine
I don’t really want to go out tonight, but the girls wouldn’t take no for an answer, so here I am, staring at myself in the mirror. My silver draping halter dress leaves little to the imagination, but I love it. The front dips past my breasts, showcasing ample cleavage while the bottom ends at my upper thighs. The sides split up to my hips and the back is completely open until right above the start of my ass. The straps that wrap around my neck and hang down my spine are sparkling rhinestones; the shimmering silver makes my skin appear silky smooth and tan.
I’ve paired the dress with silver stilettos that add six inches to my height. My makeup is done to perfection with my dark, smoky eye, thick black eyeliner, and deep red lipstick. My freshly-dyed hair is in curls, flowing down my back and shoulders. I guess I’m ready to go out.
Walking out of the bathroom and back to my room, I open the door. “You ready, T?” The tears have dried up since last night and her sweet smile has returned. She looks so pretty with her long, flowing maxi dress, minimal makeup, and her long brown hair pulled back in a loose ponytail.
“You look gorgeous, Lindy!” Her mouth hangs open in shock as she takes in my appearance. “Let’s go have some fun.” Tinsley’s mouth closes as a smile forms.
We meet Crazy Girl, Lil Mama, and Ever at the entrance to the bar and they are dressed to kill, their makeup and hair perfect—just like ours. “Are we ready?” Crazy Girl asks, clapping her hands together.
“Yep!” I respond, eager to get this night over with so I can come back and get into my sweats and baggy shirt I’ve taken a liking to recently.
I can’t lie, so I will just say that I’ve gotten a little depressed missing Gunner. I wish he was here instead of wherever he’s at, but his time away has brought us closer, in a sense. I find myself looking forward to his calls at night before bed and while things moved so fast with Ripper, it’s different with Gunner. It’s slow, it’s nice, and it’s everything I need. He’s everything I need.
Pretty Boy pulls the SUV right up to the front of Club Insanity, and all of us start piling out. “I’m going to park. I have strict orders: you wait outside until I go in with you.”
“Yeah, yeah, we know,” Lil Mama says as she shuts the back door with an eye roll.
“How long you think it will be before the guys show up?” Ever asks when Pretty Boy pulls away. I’m ecstatic that Ever’s cochlear implant worked and she can hear now. Her speech is slurred some, but therapy is helping.
“Thirty minutes, tops.” Crazy Girl laughs as we head up to the door of the club. Sierra, Daphne, and Audrey are waiting just outside the entrance.
“I agree, so we need to get in as much fun as possible until then,” Lil Mama says. My heart drops a little at the thought of their men showing up but Gunner still not being here.
Once Pretty Boy joins us, we head inside. The music instantly hits us and our eyes have to adjust to the different lighting. The place is packed as we search for a table before finding one in the far back corner, and soon a waitress comes over to take our drink orders. Within five minutes, our drinks have been placed in front of us, and as the waitress walks off, Crazy Girl raises her glass. “So, I have a little confession. After Tinsley said she was good with numbers, but couldn’t find a job because of a lack of experience, I talked to Hanger.”
“You did?!” Tinsley asks, shocked.
“I did!” Crazy Girl smiles ear to ear, continuing, “If you are interested, then you can start tomorrow with Demon, helping him with the books.”
“Oh my God! Yes! I am so interested—thank you so much!” Tinsley is laughing and all smiles; her eyes are close to tearing up in happiness.
“Thank you, Crazy Girl,” I respond, smiling.
“You’re welcome! I like you, Tinsley, so I needed a reason to make you stay. Now we can celebrate.” We all clink our drinks together and congratulate Tinsley on her new job.
Finishing our second round, it’s time to dance; the thirty minutes are almost up. No doubt the guys will be showing up, because no way are they going to let other men close to their women.
By the time the first song we dance to has come to an end, Sierra gets a text on her phone that has her rushing away without a word to any of us. “I wonder what happened?” Lil Mama yells over the next song that has started. All of us have matching worried expressions.
“I don’t know,” I respond, then ask, “Does anyone have their phone on them?”
“I do,” Audrey replies, pulling it out of the pocket of her sexy romper. Lil Mama gives her the number and she sends a text. Right then Hanger, Bear, Writer, and Hunter all wrap their arms around their women. The girls spin around, now facing the guys, and start dancing with them.
“I think I’m gonna head to the table,” I tell Daphne and Tinsley, using my thumb to point behind me towards the direction of our seats.
“Okay,” they both say with smiles. They turn and head further onto the dance floor. I walk the opposite way with my head down and a feeling of jealousy overtaking my emotions. I’m not used to feeling like this, and I’m not too sure I like it.
“Where you goin’, beautiful?” My eyes snap up, coming face to face with Gunner’s beautiful smile. “You get tired of the blonde?”
“Somethin’ like that.” I grin and go on, “Trying something new, moving forward.”
“Dark hair looks good on you.”
“Thanks. What are you doing here?” Throwing my arms around his neck, I hug him tightly.
His arms go around my waist and his hands land on my ass, bringing me closer. “Did you really think I’d take a chance of some asshole getting close to you?”
Pulling back slightly so I can see his blue eyes I’ve been longing for, I ask, “So you already knew when I talked to you last night?”
“Bear told me.” Gunner’s mischievous grin appears.
I slap his chest while laughing. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because I wanted to surprise you.” His hands rub up and down my bare back, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin and a shiver to rake over my body.
“It’s the best surprise you could have given me.” I smile happily. “Now fuckin’ kiss me.” I use his words from before he left, and he chuckles before his lips crash into mine. Our tongues tangle to a rhythm all their own, full of need, passion, and desire.
“Get a fuckin’ room,” Hanger shouts, and our group laughs, making us end the kiss too soon to laugh along with them.
We all go back to the table, and Gunner pulls me down onto his lap, as do the other guys with their women. We order more drinks, and my night just got a whole lot better. Sitting here with our friends who are more like family… And this feels right with Gunner.
“You look so fuckin’ sexy in that dress, but you better be glad I wasn’t at the clubhouse when you fuckin’ left,” Gunner whisper-yells in my ear. I look around to see if anyone heard him, but they are in their own little worlds.
Turning to face him, my brows pull down, “Why?”
“Because you wouldn’t have stepped foot outside wearin’ it. I would have locked you in my room all goddamn night. And have you not noticed every male eye on you?” Gunner kisses the shell of my ear, moving down to the crook of my neck. His lips feel so good against my flesh—I’ve missed him so much.
“No, I haven’t noticed, but you could take me and lock me in there now.”
“You ready to go home?” His eyes search mine—I’m not sure what he’s looking for, but I bite down on my lip, grin, and nod my head. I am so ready to go, because I need him to make the throbbing between my legs better. The heat in his gaze has me so turned on I won’t last much longer without jumping on him right here. He looks so sexy in his loose-fitting jeans, and his white shirt under his cut. “We’re out!” Gunner announces to the group as he stands us up, takes my hand, and starts leading me away.
“Have fun!” multiple people in our group yell.
“Gunner, I can’t get on your bike with this dress on! I’m not showing everybody and their mother my pussy.” I stare open-mouthed at him with my arms crossed over my chest.
Laughing, he looks around. “No one’s out here. Hurry and get on, we’ll take the backroads.”
“Gunner, it’s not funny—stop laughing! I didn’t expect to be riding on the back of a bike tonight.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. Do you really think I would let anyone see your pussy? And are you tellin’ me that not only do you not have a bra on, but you ain’t got panties on, either?” His eyebrow cocks and his muscled arms cross over his toned chest.
“No, I don’t think you would, and yes, that is what I’m saying.” My stiletto kicks at the gravel, and I bite the inside of my cheek. I turn, showing him the back, throwing him a look over my shoulder. “Does this dress look like I can wear panties?”
He growls loudly. “Hop on, so I can get you home and show you how much I’ve missed you. And you better hope I don’t rip that fuckin’ piece of material right off your fuckin’ body.” His hand grips my hip as he pulls me in close, and his lips descend on mine once again, but this time is quick and sweet.
*****
Gunner’s bedroom door slams shut, and in no time at all we have rid ourselves of every piece of clothing we had on. Our tongues dance together and our hands are all over each other. God, I miss the feel of him; his rough hands on my soft flesh, the mixed scent of leather and his cologne, the way I fit against him perfectly. Pulling free from the kiss, I push Gunner hard until his back hits the wall. Dropping to my knees, I take his cock in my hand. It’s magnificent; long and wide, to where my fingers can’t touch when wrapped around it.
My eyes move up to Gunner as I take him into my mouth. His head falls back to the wall and a low groan rumbles out of him. Smiling to myself, I suck him in deep, all the way to the back of my throat, then pull back to just the head. Releasing him, I swirl my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty precum that beads there before moving down his long shaft. Taking turns between sucking and licking, I don’t get long to enjoy pleasuring Gunner because his hands wrap around my arms and I’m pulled back up to my feet.
“I’m not comin’ in your mouth. As amazing as that was, the first time is going to be in that pretty pussy of yours. On the bed.” I turn and take a few steps, when I feel his hand land on my ass with a hard slap. A moan slips free from my lips.
Lying down on my back, I watch with hooded eyes as Gunner looms above me. He lays beside me, “You’re so beautiful, Chat.”
“C’mere,” I tell him. Reaching over, I place both hands behind his head, bringing his lips to mine. As the kiss grows deeper, hungrier, Gunner’s palm explores my body, massaging my breasts, tracing up and down my ribs, lightly skating across my stomach and down my hip. The first touch to my pussy has my back arching off the bed.
“You’re so wet,” Gunner says against my lips before kissing me again.
Slowly, he moves to where he is on top of me, his cock lined with my entrance, and he slowly starts to push inside. “Gunner, condom.”
“Not happening. You want a baby, and I want you to have mine, so no protection. I’m clean and so are you.” He pushes in further and so slow, it’s driving me crazy.
“Shouldn’t we talk about it?” I ask, staring into his eyes.
“Really? You want to talk about it now?” He chuckles, then kisses my neck. Moving down to my breast, he pulls my nipple into his mouth, biting down gently, just how I like; his tongue moves in tiny circles around my heated flesh. My moans give him permission to move as his thrusts start making me lose all coherent thoughts.
I never did respond to his question, and I don’t even care now as Gunner rocks methodically against me. The times that we have had sex were desperate, rough, and consumed by a need for each other. This is nothing like that—Gunner’s making love to me, and it is beautiful. Together, we fill the room with sounds of passion as my hips move upwards to match his tempo.
He pulls back, looking into my eyes, and I see everything. We search inside of one another without a word being spoken. The walls that were protecting my heart break apart and something inside of me happens. A tear trails down my cheek and Gunner watches it fall before wiping it away with his thumb. “I love you, Lindy.”
Reaching up, I cup his cheeks with my hands. “I’m gonna be yours, Caide.” That’s the first time we have ever used each other’s names, and I know now in this moment, with Gunner making love to me, that I love him. I love him and I’m okay with that. I want to love him and I want everything with him. I want babies, a house, a relationship, and whatever else he has to offer.
“You already are,” he responds, then picks up his pace.
My cries and his grunts intensify the closer we get to finding our release. My nails scratch and dig into his back as my hips move faster. My building orgasm grows stronger. “I’m about to come.”
“I know. Come for me, Chat. I’m right there with you.” I shatter right then, with him falling right behind me. We hold on to each other until our breathing is normal, and when he pulls out, I feel like a part of myself is missing. When he was inside of me, it was like we became one person, our souls matching, hearts beating to the same rhythm.
After we get cleaned up, Gunner lays back down, pulls me close so my head is on his chest and my leg is wrapped around his, and I fall asleep. Not for long, though, because I am woken up with Gunner’s mouth on me, and I scream out his name in pure ecstasy—here we go for round two. A few more rounds happen before we finally sleep from exhaustion.