Chapter Four
With his boys settled for the night, Gunner made his way over to John’s house. He trusted Bennie and Carlos, as he’d given them both a warning that if they tried any funny business he was going to make them pay. What he didn’t want to do was push them away. They were teenagers, and they didn’t need babysitters. This was his way of showing them trust.
The moment he parked up on the drive, he recalled the few hours he’d spent with Scarlett picking out lingerie. He’d not known she’d be outside the shop when he was walking down the street. He still wanted to deal with Cherry, but hearing Scarlett beg had done something to him.
His ex-wife had better not step out of line again. The last thing he wanted was for Scarlett to be upset. Cherry had been aware of his … interest in Scarlett. He’d never really hidden it from her either, but then, he’d known she’d been screwing around him. His and Cherry’s relationship hadn’t been a love match.
Cherry wanted a patch. The condom broke, she got knocked up, the end.
Of course, two sons down the line, and now a divorce, the end.
He’d sent John a text earlier that day, letting him know what happened. John had asked him via text to take Scarlett back into the lingerie shop and to make sure she bought something nice. His friend was starting to piss him off with these little demands, not that he had a problem with them. He liked being with Scarlett.
It beat spending his time watching Kent and looking at his club. The biggest problem with having someone steal within the club was he couldn’t trust anyone. He’d never been able to trust Kent, but until now there had never been a reason for his distrust.
He’d known Kent was tight with the previous Prez, the one that Gunner put to ground. While they were in between runs, the boys were taking some down time, and Gunner was dealing with all of their legal businesses. It’s what the club expected him to do. This was how they kept the law off their back. He paid them to look the other way when their other business came first, but also kept them off their back for all of their ventures.
Anyway, club business was the last thing on his mind right now.
Knocking on the door, he waited. John answered and shook his hand. “Good to see you.”
Entering the house, he saw Scarlett in the dining room. She wore a rose-patterned dress that molded to her curves beautifully. She was setting the table.
“Hey, Gunner,” she said, coming out of the dining room.
She had a sway to her hips that he found so alluring.
“Hello, princess,” he said.
His cock was already tightening, and he was more than happy that his leather cut hid the evidence of that. He wondered what lingerie she had on. Did she have the pink, the white? She’d purchased several that he hoped to see her in soon.
“I’ve made you and your boys a pot roast to enjoy this weekend. I hope that’s okay.”
“It’ll be interesting to see if they can even eat home-cooked food. I’ve only seen them eat shit I order in.”
She smiled.
The sound of an alarm from the kitchen could be heard. “I’ll get that.” She kissed John’s cheek and left.
Gunner’s gaze stayed on her ass.
“Tonight,” John said.
“What?”
“I want to start tonight.”
Gunner stared at his friend. He didn’t like this feeling that was twisting him up inside. “Fine.”
“Thank you for taking care of her. Cherry said some things to her.”
“She told me it was about her weight.”
“There were some other things as well.”
“Like fucking what?” Gunner asked.
“She spoke about you, and your interest in her. Scarlett didn’t … she’s not seen it.”
Gunner knew she hadn’t.
It wasn’t like her to see other men’s interest, especially as she only had eyes for her husband.
This could be a big fucking mistake.
“Are you sure about this?” Gunner asked.
“Yeah, I am. I know it’s asking a lot.”
“Dinner’s ready,” Scarlett said.
She held a casserole dish in her hands, which she placed in the center of the table.
John slapped him on the back.
Gunner once again sat at the head of the table, only this time it felt different. Knowing what John wanted, what he, himself, wanted, it was … hard. He wanted this. This family life to have his best friend and Scarlett with him.
The moment he saw Scarlett all those years ago, he’d been jealous of John. His friend had gotten a girl that was not only sweet and charming, but was everything. He’d seen the way she looked at John, and he’d known he’d wanted someone to look at him like that.
His relationship with Cherry had already started to die, not that it had ever really been there.
His feelings for Scarlett were instant … pure.
“What do we have here?” he asked, trying to distract himself.
“Noodle casserole.”
He waited for John to serve them all a portion. Conversation was light, talking about the weather and what was going on the world. The meal was amazing, but Scarlett’s noodle casserole was the best.
Afterward, John opened up a bottle of wine, and Scarlett had a glass. He kept watching her to see if there was any change inside her or if John had told her something. They all did the dishes together, and throughout it he noticed John was constantly touching her, whispering in her ear, caressing her.
Gunner kept his distance, not really sure what to do right now. He noticed her arousal, the way her nipples beaded against the front of her dress. The dress hugged her figure enough to notice her thighs pressing together as well.
What exactly was John saying?
They finished the dishes, and John made his way into the living room. Some music played softly, and he sipped at the wine that he’d been given. He wasn’t much of a wine man. He preferred hard liquor or beer. This was for pansies.
“Right, do you guys want to talk?” Scarlett asked, entering the room.
“Come here, baby,” John said, patting the chair.
The smile on her face made his stomach tighten. She had this amazing smile that always lit up her entire face and drew everyone closer to her. Scarlett was all warmth and softness.
She sat down beside John, who placed an arm around her shoulders. Gunner watched him stroke his fingers up and down her arm. In turn, she looked up at him. Her neck was exposed, making him want to kiss her.
John leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. “Don’t you think she’s beautiful, Gunner?” he asked, pulling away from the kiss.
The tension in the room rose, as did his cock.
“John?”
“Shh, it’s okay. Gunner likes watching you, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.” He watched his friend working, and it was a sight to behold. It had been a long time since he’d seen John in action, and it aroused him as fuck to see it.
“Look at him, Scarlett.” Her head turned toward him. “He wants you.”
“John?”
“Don’t be afraid. Feel me. Go on, feel me.” Her hand reached between his thighs. She was shaking just a little, but as she gripped John’s cock, he saw her confidence there. She knew her husband’s body, and trusted him. “That’s how hard it makes me to think of him looking at you. No one else, Scarlett. Just him, my best friend. The man I’d trust with my very life. Do you want her?”
“Yes.”
“He wants you, Scarlett. He wants to see what you look like without your dress, to see those pretty, plump tits.” John put his glass down, and he helped Scarlett to sit on his lap. “Look at him.”
Her gaze landed on him, and Gunner sat back, watching. She truly was a sight to behold. The sound of a zipper filled the room and then he watched as the dress she wore started to sag a little.
“Trust me.” He heard John speaking to her.
He pulled the dress down to her waist, and he got to see the color was in fact white, lacy. She looked almost virginal in the fabric. If she’d not been married to John for ten years he’d have been convinced she was.
John helped her up, and the dress was wriggled down her hips onto the floor.
Gunner groaned. She had the curves that he’d been dreaming about. The lace didn’t hide her dark nipples, which were pressing against the fabric.
She sat down on John’s lap again.
“What do you think?”
“Stunning.” There really were not words for the way seeing her naked made him feel. He’d fantasized about this many times, but hadn’t for a second thought that he’d get the chance to actually see her, or know what was about to come next.
“Is she making you hard?”
“Yes.”
“Let her see.”
Just this once he’d let John take the lead, but after that, he’d be the one giving orders. Standing up, he removed his leather cut, placing it on the back of the chair. Opening his jeans, he pulled out his erect dick. He heard her gasp. Running his hands up and down the length, he rubbed in the pre-cum that was already spilling out of the tip.
“You see how hard he is, baby?”
“Yes.”
“That’s for you, all for you.” John released the catch of her bra, and this time, Gunner groaned. Her tits spilled forward, and they were amazing. He wanted to touch them, to feel them against him as he drove deep inside her.
John ran his hands up her body, cupping her tits, pushing them together. Gunner watched him rub his thumb across the tips. She pressed her thighs together, her eyes closing.
“Her tits have always been so sensitive. Haven’t they, baby?”
“Yes, yes, please,” she said.
“You want me to touch your pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Gunner, do me a favor, come and touch our woman’s pussy?”
He got up out of his chair. Hearing those two words, our woman, fuck, that did something to his head. To know that he could have Scarlett was like a gift he’d never known he needed.
Kneeling on the floor in front of her, he placed his hands on her thighs. He was much bigger than she was, and she looked small, almost fragile. “Do you want this?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Sliding his hands up her legs, he gripped the edge of the lace and peeled them down her thighs. He didn’t wait or savor the moment as he spread her thighs open wide, and there was her pretty little cunt, glistening.
“Touch her, Gunner.”
He slid a finger between her thighs, touching the fine hairs that covered her pussy. He’d never understood why women felt the need to completely remove all of their hair. He liked a woman to feel like a woman, not some young girl.
Spreading open the lips of her pussy, he saw her clit already swollen, peeking out from its hood.
This was what he’d been wanting, and he wasn’t prepared to lose another moment.
****
John’s cock was so fucking hard right now, and not just because his wife was naked, grinding on his lap. No, it was because he’d seen his best friend’s dick, but also watching him, the way he looked at Scarlett and touched her. It was fucking amazing, and he didn’t want him to stop.
When Gunner slid his tongue through Scarlett’s pussy, John knew it from the way she gasped, arching up and squeezing his thighs. He’d been talking to her all night, getting her ready, making her ache. Before Gunner even arrived, he’d been teasing his wife, withholding her orgasm so he knew she’d be desperate.
With Gunner now between her thighs, John couldn’t help but think of the past ten years. The missed time when he and Gunner could have been sharing Scarlett.
Kissing her neck, he pinched her nipples, feeling her move.
“I want to watch this,” John said, kissing her neck.
“What?”
He slid out from beneath her, and Gunner eased back. Sliding across the sofa so that he sat next to her, he helped Scarlett sit down. Taking one of her legs, he placed it over his so that she was open.
“I want to watch,” he said. “I want to see him licking your pussy and driving you crazy with wanting more.” He ran his hand down her body, sliding a finger deep inside her cunt. “I can feel how much you want him, baby.”
She thrust up onto his fingers.
Pulling them out, he was surprised when Gunner took his fingers and sucked on them, licking them clean of her cream.
“Lick my wife’s pussy,” he said.
Gunner gripped her thighs, spreading her open even wider and pulling her to the edge of the sofa so that she was nearly lying down.
John had the perfect view, being able to watch his wife, and also his best friend as he licked her clean.
Scarlett grabbed his hand, and he locked their fingers together as Gunner began to lick her pussy. Unable to resist, he broke eye contact with her to watch as Gunner ran his tongue back and forth over her clit, then down to her entrance. She cried out as Gunner pistoned inside, repeatedly fucking his tongue into her pussy.
John held her hand tightly. Reaching out with his free hand, he cupped her tit, stroking the nipple. He didn’t realize how much he’d wanted this until this moment. Seeing Gunner between her thighs, knowing how damn sexy she was, how giving.
This was not only about giving Scarlett what she wanted but also for him to get something that he’d been craving. When it came to Gunner, he’d been wanting a lot right now.
“Are you close to coming?” he asked.
“Yes. Oh, it feels so good. So, so good,” she said.
“Then come, baby. Come on his tongue, baby. Give it to him.”
Within seconds she came, screaming John’s name and then Gunner’s. He watched her come apart, and his own arousal went up a notch. It was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. Gunner didn’t relent though. He didn’t stop sucking on her pussy.
He looked like a starving man at his last meal, and he wanted her.
John didn’t stop him.
This moment had opened up a void that he hadn’t even realized that he possessed, but it was something that now wouldn’t go away. He didn’t want Gunner to go home at the end of the night, or for this to be a once in a lifetime thing.
He wanted Gunner to be part of his family, to share his wife, to share his life with his best friend. It was the one thing he didn’t realize he was missing until right now.
Gunner thrust her into a second orgasm, and this time, he watched as she gripped the back of Gunner’s head and began to thrust her pussy onto his face. He watched his friend lap it up, giving her exactly what she was desperate for.
John let go of her head and pulled his cock out of his pants. Taking her hand, he wrapped her fingers around the length, watching as she came down from her second orgasm. She collapsed against the sofa as Gunner kissed her pussy, still kneeling on the floor between her spread thighs.
Her gaze went to his cock as she licked her lips. The desire was clear in her eyes.
“I want your mouth on me.”
She moved to the floor, and Gunner took her place on the sofa. She held onto the base of his shaft, her tongue peeking out, licking up his pre-cum. John watched her swirl across the tip before taking him between her lips, her teeth grazing across his flesh in exactly the way he licked. Just a small bite of pain to mingle with the immense pleasure that she was giving him. Over and over, she took his cock, sucking him hard and deep.
“Does she love sucking your cock?” Gunner asked.
“Yeah, she does. And she’s so good at it. Do you want to feel it?”
“Damn, yeah.”
Scarlett pulled off his cock and looked at Gunner, then at him. John nodded at her. She moved between Gunner’s thighs. He still had his jeans on, but his cock stood out, waiting to be sucked.
She took hold of Gunner’s cock, and her lips moved over the head. John wanted to taste Gunner on her lips, to feel his best friend. This was his other secret that he’d been keeping for a very long time. Gunner wasn’t just his best friend; he’d been wanting him for a long time as well.
He didn’t know how Gunner felt, or if he was even aware of it, but there had been many times when they’d shared a woman before meeting Scarlett, that he’d touched his friend, and then wanted his hands on him.
Scarlett bobbed her head on Gunner’s cock, her hands sinking into the fabric of his jeans as she took more of him.
“Don’t forget about me,” John said, smiling.
She was back on his cock, and just knowing that seconds before she’d been sucking Gunner’s cock, he was ready to blow. Her mouth was so fucking good. She pulled off, licking down the vein at the side of his cock before taking more of him into her mouth.
He loved the sounds she made as she sucked him hard. So fucking perfect.
Her hand reached out, and she wrapped her fingers around Gunner’s length, working him at the same time that she licked his cock.
John’s orgasm began to build, and he groaned, tapping her head to let her know he was about to come. She didn’t pull away though, and when he came, she swallowed him down, milking every single drop of his cum from his dick. He closed his eyes as she continued to work him until he was clean, her head resting on his thigh afterward.
Opening his eyes, he stared into her eyes, cupping her face. Leaning forward, he kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. When they were together, they explored, challenging each other. Every single time that Scarlett had a fantasy, he made sure to create it. The same for him. She’d always given him everything he desired.
“I want you to let Gunner fuck you, right here, on the sofa.” He patted the sofa beside him and watched as she nibbled her lip.
“I don’t think…”
“It’s what I want to see, Scarlett.” He lifted her up onto his lap. “No judgments here, baby. I’m not doing this to push you away. I’m doing it because right now, seeing Gunner driving his dick deep inside you, that’s what turns me on. Seeing you be fucked and knowing you’re loving it, that’s what I want. Do you want to feel him sliding that big dick inside you?” He cupped her pussy, sliding a finger inside her. She was soaking wet. There was no way that she could deny that she wanted this.
“Yes. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Baby, you’re not hurting me in the slightest. I started this. I want to see you and Gunner together. I’m going to be right here with you every step of the way.”
He sank his fingers into her hair, pulling her down for a kiss. Sliding his tongue into her mouth, he ravished her lips, wanting her more than anything. “I love you, baby,” he said. “So fucking much.”
“I love you too.”
She gripped his shoulders, kissing him again.
John moved across the sofa so that she could lie down. Gunner stared at him, and they both knew what was about to happen. This one time could make her pregnant, but also, they had their own secret here. She didn’t know that this was all on John. He hoped more than anything that when the time came for her to find out the truth, she forgave him.
****
This had to be one of the most surreal moments of her entire life. Scarlett couldn’t believe that she’d sucked another man’s cock while her husband watched and also had that same man bring her to orgasm twice with his mouth. Now she was laid out, legs spread, and Gunner was removing the last of his clothes. His arms, chest, and stomach were covered in ink as was his back. She’d seen the ink he had on his flesh many times.
She’d always thought about getting a tattoo, but the idea of having the needle on her skin didn’t appeal to her. They were sexy though. She always thought they were, and especially Gunner’s. He had that air of authority around him. People followed him. He commanded the respect of his MC, and women craved him.
He moved between her thighs, and he pressed a kiss to her stomach. She shook a little, and her need for him increased. John stroked her hair, and knowing he was there helped to calm her nerves.
This was going to change their marriage. She was scared. What if afterward he didn’t want her anymore?
“He loves you more than anything in the world,” Gunner said, drawing her attention back to him. “John’s a sick fuck. He wants this. He gets off on seeing me giving you pleasure. He may even want the challenge to compete with the best cock you’ve had.”
“I’ve only been with him, a-and now you.”
“Only two cocks?” Gunner asked. He looked up to John with a smirk. “You really did land lucky, you son of a bitch.”
“Never said I wasn’t lucky. I know how damn special she is.”
Gunner pressed a kiss to each of her tits. “You know Cherry wasn’t lying yesterday.”
“What?”
“John told me what she said. I look at you, Scarlett. I’m always looking at you, and I want you so badly. I’m envious of what John has. That he got to you first and I hate that I had already knocked her up, because you’d have been mine.”
His cock pressed between her thighs, and she gasped as the sheer size of him took her by surprise. She wasn’t expecting him to be so big. John wasn’t a small man, and neither was Gunner.
Slowly, inch by inch, he began to fill her, sliding inside her. When the tip was already there, he gripped her hips, and suddenly thrust in deep, going to the hilt and making her cry out. She couldn’t believe the pleasure and the pain from how hard he took her. It was just the first thrust, but that was enough.
Gunner pulled all of the way out of her, and she whimpered, wanting more. He didn’t make her wait long as he slammed to the hilt inside her.
She cried out, as this time he was relentless, driving in deep over and over again. He was fucking her so hard, and she loved every second of it. When she glanced up at John, she saw her husband was relishing it as well, every single thrust as Gunner took her harder and harder. The pleasure was so intense, she felt herself building toward another orgasm.
Gunner pulled back, sitting, and his hands went to her waist, holding her steady as he repeatedly drove his cock in deep. The angle he had her at he seemed to hit every single sensitive zone within her body.
“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long. Wanted to know how tight your cunt is. Wanted to feel you come around my cock, and you will, baby. You will.”
“Do you want me to help with that?” John asked.
“Yes, touch her clit. I want to feel her coming all over my cock.”
John reached between their bodies, and his fingers grazed her clit. The first touch had both her and Gunner groaning.
“Fuck, man, do whatever it is that you just did.”
“She’s so responsive, isn’t she? So perfect. So beautiful.”
“Yes, to everything. I don’t want to fucking stop, but the way she’s gripping me, I know I’ve got no choice.”
John’s fingers teasing her clit was too much, and she came, arching up, taking Gunner’s cock deeper within herself as he drove higher and higher. Everything faded away until it was just the three of them.
She heard Gunner’s groan, and his cock suddenly filled every single part of her as it pulsed wave upon wave of cum inside her.
Afterward, John moved to the side of her and kissed her head and her lips. Gunner collapsed on the other side. His cock was still inside her, and his head on her shoulder. She couldn’t believe what had just happened.
Everything seemed surreal to her.
“Baby, you okay?” John asked.
“Yes. Erm, can I go to the bathroom?”
“Yes, sure.”
Gunner eased out of her, and she winced getting up. She didn’t stop though, walking as graciously as she could away from the two men. She went upstairs to her and John’s bathroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror.
She didn’t know what had happened there. John had been completely into it, and she’d loved it. What happened now?
Running fingers through her hair, she tried not to think of all of her feelings rushing around her all at once. It was too much and not enough. She ran some cold water and splashed her face, not sure what to do next.
“I meant everything I said downstairs,” Gunner said.
She gasped, turning around, and found him right there, leaning against the doorframe. He wore his pants again but nothing else.
Keeping her back to him, she didn’t know what to do.
“What do you mean?”
“I think you’re beautiful, and I’ve been wanting to be with you for a long time.”
“Is that why Cherry never liked me? You told her that?”
“No. I never told her. She just knew. Everyone knew.”
“I didn’t.”
“You only had eyes for John. You’re a good woman, Scarlett.”
“Yeah, I’m a good woman. I just let my husband’s best friend fuck me.”
“He wanted it. John wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t. He’s very possessive when it comes to you.”
“Why now?” she asked, looking at him.
“I don’t understand.”
“We’ve been together ten years. Why now?”
“He was ready to share you with me, I guess.” Gunner took a step toward her. Her body tightened, not in fright but in desire. She liked watching him come toward her. When he was close enough he cupped her face, tilting her head back. “Don’t ever for a second believe that he doesn’t want you. It’s just something he and I have enjoyed before.”
“I really don’t want to think about the other women you’ve been with.”
He smiled. “I rather like that little streak of jealousy.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips. “Thank you for an amazing night.”
She watched him walk away.
Scarlett figured he was leaving for the night, and instead of heading downstairs, she climbed into the shower. Facing the nozzle, she let the water soothe her frayed nerves.
Being with Gunner had been hot, sexy even. She’d never imagined being with him before, and feeling how hot it drove John, she was pleased that she’d done it.
Finished in the shower, she decided to push all of her doubts to one side. Drying her body, she entered the bedroom, and there John lay in bed.
He patted the empty space beside her. “I guessed you didn’t want me to join you in the shower.”
“You guessed right.”
She put the towel back into the bathroom and walked toward the bed. Pulling back the covers, she climbed in, and John pulled her into his arms.
“You’ve talked about you and Gunner sharing before. Is that what I am now? Just another woman in a long line of them.”
“No, you’re not. You’re my wife, and that made what we shared really beautiful. I wanted to watch you, to see the desire on your face, the pleasure. It was one of the best sights in the world.” He kissed her cheek. “This doesn’t change anything, Scarlett. I love you more than anything.”
She rolled over to face him. “Do you find Gunner attractive?”
“What?”
“I saw the way you were watching me, but I also noticed that you were watching him. You’ve been close. Have you ever been in a relationship with him?” she asked.
“No, I haven’t.”
Did she see a spark of pain there?
“Have you ever thought about it?” she asked, placing her hand on his chest. “Touching him. Putting your hand around his cock, feeling how big and how hard he is.” She grasped John’s cock and felt how hard he was getting.
Was that what she was nervous about?
If John and Gunner were together, where did that leave her?
John wrapped his hand around her wrist, taking her off his cock. He pressed a kiss to her hand. “We’ll talk about it later.”
“What does this mean now?” Scarlett asked. “Do I let Gunner touch me? Is it just a one-time thing? What happens next?”
“Do you want Gunner to touch you again?”
Not knowing what else to say, she yawned. “We can talk more later.”
Rolling over, she closed her eyes. Yes, she wanted Gunner to touch her again, and John. But now she wanted her husband to have what he wanted, and that was touching Gunner.