Chapter Six
Gunner saw Scarlett’s car still parked in the driveway as he made it home. He shot a quick text off to John, but when he didn’t get a response right away, he entered his home. For a few seconds he had to stop and just bask in the scent filling the house. He’d never been able to cook much, other than heating up some ready-made meals and frying some eggs. The smells were amazing, and his stomach rumbled.
Closing the door, he made his way toward the kitchen where he also heard laughter.
Rounding the corner, he came to a stop when he caught the sight of freshly baked cookies but also his two sons sitting at the counter with Scarlett moving between them, helping them with homework.
One look at Bennie and his anger found a new peak.
His son’s face was a mash of black, purple, and other colors. Not to mention the split lip or the way that he held himself, which years of being in the military and then Prez of an MC, told him his son was hurting all fucking over.
Gunner had had to sit in the principal’s office as he spoke nonstop about being a nonviolent school and all that shit. One look at his son, and he hoped whoever tried to beat on him was in more of a world of hurt.
Bennie looked up first and saw him. “Hey, Dad.”
“Yeah, ‘hey Dad.’ Who?” he asked. He couldn’t get that information out of the principal. He was going to get it now.
“Finn Goldman.”
“He look worse than you?”
“They took him to the hospital.” Goldman was a name around these parts. A man with more money than he could spend who also had a cruel streak a mile fucking long. Gunner didn’t like the asshole and had avoided doing business with him for a long time.
“I’ll be talking to Goldman,” he said.
“You don’t have to, Dad.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you think I have to do. This shit doesn’t stand. I’ll be talking to the principal as well. Tomorrow your ass is going back to school. I’m not going to have this shit. You understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
He moved toward his son, gripped the back of his neck, and hugged him. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just hurts in a few places.”
“They didn’t even clean up his face,” Scarlett said. Her hands were wringing the cloth she held so tightly. It looked like she was throttling the fabric. “I had to clean him up. He still had dried blood on his face from the fight.”
He gritted his teeth, wishing now that he’d given the principal a new asshole, but as it was, he figured this was just a fight between two kids, which it was. Only his son got the sore end of the deal. Gunner had not been able to make it back to the school, and because of that, they’d pushed his son to one side.
There’s no way he’d let that shit stand, and he’d make sure the principal knew about it as well. It was a good thing the principal was a male. He had no problem hurting men who hurt his family.
“How was school?” he asked, looking toward Carlos.
“I didn’t hear about it until after lunch, Dad,” Carlos said. He was sixteen, and already a large kid. He could take on the rest of them and still be begging for more.
“It’s not your job to fight your brother’s battles. Finish your homework.”
“Thank you, Scarlett,” Carlos said.
Both boys left the kitchen, taking one of her cookies as they did.
“Thank you for picking them up today,” he said.
“It’s fine. I was so angry when I saw him sitting there. I couldn’t believe they could leave him alone like that. He’s hurting. I didn’t know if I should make him a doctor’s appointment just to make sure nothing is broken or cracked. You didn’t answer my call.”
“You called me?” he asked.
“At the club. I don’t actually have your cell phone number. I’ve always called the club and you’ve been there.” She shrugged.
“Who did you speak to?” he asked.
“I don’t know. It was some woman. Said that you were way too busy at the moment but she’d give you the message. I guess you didn’t get it.”
“What did you call about?” he asked, making a note to ask all of the women at the club. The women that were always there were the club whores. When he found out who it was, he’d make sure their asses were cast out of his club. He didn’t want any of them in his club if they couldn’t even deliver a simple message.
“About Bennie. That other boy is not even suspended. They left Bennie out on a bench. Didn’t even let him see the nurse.”
“If you can arrange a doctor’s appointment for tomorrow after school, we’ll get him checked over.”
“I will. I’ll even take him myself. You think the principal is going to listen to you? Allow Bennie back in?”
“I’ve got a few choice words that I can think of that will make it so. I get what I want when I put my mind to it.”
She chuckled. “I bet you do.” She tucked some hair behind her ears. The long length made him want to run his fingers through it. His boys had been spoiled with a day with her, and part of him was jealous that they got the chance to be with her. He wondered if he could call in sick one day and have her take care of him.
“I made some cookies. I raided your fridge and pantry and came up with dinner. You don’t eat a lot?” she asked.
“Oh, we eat a lot. I don’t cook. I think this will be one of the first meals we’ve had in a long time that wasn’t brought in by telephone.”
“It’s a lamb hotpot. It’s so good. I found a recipe for it online, and I’ve been meaning to try it out. I took Bennie and Carlos to the grocery store, and we filled your fridge, freezer, and pantry.”
“It won’t get used, baby,” he said.
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve already called John. I’m thinking if I get here really early Sunday, I could have several meals planned and prepped for your week. You shouldn’t be eating takeout food every night. It’s not good for you. I can cook. I’m happy to do it, and I don’t work every single day of the week either.”
He knew John only wanted her working part-time.
“How come you can’t be here on Saturday?”
“To make up for my shift today. I had to leave early. It’s more than fine. I don’t mind helping out when I can.”
“You love taking care of kids?” he asked.
“Is it weird that I just love taking care of people? I think the world is one shitty place most of the time, and if I can make it happier by just being nice or helping out, I will.”
He took a cookie and bit into it, tasting the peanut butter, and moaned. “You can be nice to me anytime.”
The timer went off, and she quickly rushed to the oven and pulled out two round pans. “I may have also baked a cake.”
“You just don’t stop, do you?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Not really. I don’t like taking too long a break.”
He watched as she placed the pans on cooling racks he didn’t even know he owned. “You bought these?”
Her cheeks heated. “I don’t want to be carrying mine all over the place. This way I can bake here when you need it. Also, if you ever find yourself another woman and she wants to bake or do something nice, it’s always here.”
Did he see a twinge of pain flash in her eyes? He couldn’t be sure, but she didn’t look happy about another woman being here or using her things. There wasn’t going to be another woman. If everything went according to plan, then he intended to be part of her and John’s life for a long time to come.
Especially if they shared a kid together. He glanced down her body, staring at her stomach, wondering if she was right now carrying his child. His cock swelled at the thought of her stomach full, rounded, looking so fucking sexy.
He knew they were going to have a few bumps down the road. There was no doubt about it. They were planning on getting her pregnant without her even knowing about it. He didn’t want to hurt Scarlett, but they had set this course in motion right now.
John had a plan, and he wanted to be part of it.
“There’s not going to be a woman here,” he said. “I have no intention of being with anyone else.” Now that he had a taste of Scarlett, no woman would ever meet up to those standards. She was a one–of-a-kind woman, and he wasn’t going to hurt another woman by pretending there was a chance.
“Oh, you’re not worried about being lonely?”
“No. I’m good. Believe me, you weren’t married to Cherry like I was.”
She gave one of her chuckles. “You’re right, I wasn’t. I’m sorry it didn’t work out between you two.”
“It’s okay. She wasn’t the one anyway.” The one had married his best friend, not that he blamed her. She was a beauty unlike anyone else.
The timer went off, and she removed the pans from the cake tin, placing them on the cooling rack. He watched as she went back and forth gathering things. On the back counter, she had a glass bowl that had some chocolate-looking stuff inside.
After about thirty minutes of walking around the kitchen cleaning up, the scent of lamb filling the kitchen, he watched as she iced the cake.
Some of the chocolate frosting got on her finger, and his cock sprang to life as she sucked it into her mouth, moaning as she did.
“Does it taste good?” he asked.
“The best. I love chocolate frosting.”
Once she finished, he grabbed her hand, running her finger across the palette knife and sucking it into his mouth. “It does taste good.”
Her eyes dilated, and he was about to say something more when his cell phone pinged.
John: On way.
“John’s heading here.”
“Good. I did text him early to let him know I was cooking dinner here. If you want we can go home.”
“Not happening. You guys are staying for dinner.”
“Bennie, Carlos,” Scarlett said, calling toward his boys. “Will you set the table?”
The sounds of their footsteps echoed around the house. They were in the kitchen, grabbing whatever they needed to take to the table. He watched as she opened the oven and pulled out a large Dutch oven. She gave a little oomph as she placed it on the stove, closing the oven door behind her.
She opened the lid and used a large, sharp knife to test.
“All cooked.”
The sound of the doorbell rang, and it was his cue to answer.
John looked pissed off, but the moment he saw him, he forced a smile.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bad day at the office.”
“Those numbers can really attack you, can’t they?”
“And the people. They don’t like what I tell them.”
John always looked good in a suit. It was one of the reasons Gunner had never pushed for him to be part of the club. The leather wouldn’t have suited him as much.
“Holy shit, look at you,” John said as Bennie walked past.
“Goldman’s kid, right?”
“Yep.”
At the look on John’s face, Gunner laughed. “Goldman your last client?”
“Yeah, a pissed-off one as well. He thinks he can threaten everyone in town, and it pissed me off. I had to remind him that his wealth didn’t mean shit to me.”
“His son’s an asshole,” Bennie said, leaving them alone.
“What did he want you to do?”
“Pay a large fortune to the school ‘for tax reasons,’ he said. Bullshit. He wanted me to make a check out to the principal. I told him that I’m not lying on his fucking tax forms.” He shook his head. “I hate that fucker. I really do.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be having a word with him.” He slapped John on the back and pressed his head to his friend’s. He wanted to comfort John, to make him feel better. Stroking his fingers over his pulse, he forced himself to stop.
It was moments like this when his yearning for John came back.
He’d been fighting it for a long time, and he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. They’d had each other’s back all of their lives and would continue to do so.
“Am I interrupting?” Scarlett asked, drawing their attention to her.
John pulled away, going toward her. “Nope. You never interrupt anything.”
Gunner watched, mesmerized, as John pulled her in close, claiming her lips. He wasn’t jealous. He loved watching John and Scarlett like this.
Glancing down John’s body and the way he was standing, Gunner saw that his friend was aroused, his cock bulging at the front.
Scarlett moaned, and his own dick was threatening to tear its way out of his pants.
She chuckled. “Not here. There are children.”
“You do know they’re pretty much grown men now,” John said, kissing her neck.
“So, they’re still boys.” Her cheeks were on fire.
Gunner laughed. “They could probably teach us old boys a few things.” He winked at John. “Especially in this day and age. We had to learn through porn mags. Now they’ve got all that internet stuff. Porn at their fingertips.”
She covered her cheeks. “I don’t want to think or know about this. You’re both not helping me.”
He laughed and watched as she left to go into the kitchen.
“It doesn’t matter what she’s cooking. It’ll turn out fantastic,” John said.
“Her cooking is amazing. You’re lucky all around really, aren’t you, John?”
His friend burst out laughing. “Your jealousy is showing.”
They stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching as she sliced some bread. Bennie and Carlos were there, and she made them use oven mitts to carry the pot to the table. He watched her with his boys, and knew she’d make an incredible mother.
She had a knack for it, and his boys adored her.
Just like he did.
****
John ran over the reports once more, determined to find what he needed, what was being hidden from him. Gunner was counting on him to find the loose cannon within the club, but since they’d been spending a lot more time together, there hadn’t been money going missing. Combing his way through the books, he rubbed at his temple, thinking about his friend and also his wife.
Last night, before leaving Gunner’s home, his wife had started her period. She’d been so embarrassed that she had come out of the bathroom, and made their excuses to leave before he could even think of what was wrong. They’d been having a lovely time. Gunner’s boys were sweet boys, and he liked their company. They also adored his wife, and he saw that in the way they were always smiling at her.
It was only when he got home that she told him the truth. They’d been in the bathroom, and she had sobbed into his jacket. He hated this part the most. The lost opportunity. She knew she felt guilty for crying on his jacket as well, seeing as he couldn’t do anything about it.
Kissing her head, he’d held her throughout it.
Right now, recalling his woman sobbing, he couldn’t bring himself to look over the documents.
“You okay?” Gunner asked, knocking on his door.
He jerked up, looking at his friend. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You didn’t answer any of my calls. Last night, this morning.”
“You took Bennie back to school?”
“Of course. Spoke to the principal. I let him know that if he thinks of making any underhand deals when it comes to my son, he should be aware that I know everything. I see everything.”
John laughed, but he didn’t feel it.
Gunner closed the door, taking a seat at the desk. “You found anything? Is this why you’re acting … weird?”
“Scarlett got her period last night.”
“Oh.” He saw the disappointment in his friend’s face.
“She couldn’t stop sobbing. I held her, knowing there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t make her pregnant.” He ran a hand down his face.
“Maybe we should tell her?”
“You didn’t want her to know.” John shook his head. “I don’t want to tell her. I don’t want her to know yet. It has only been one month. I want to try again.”
“John?”
“No, those two boys are yours, right? She wants a baby. Every single month she doesn’t have one, she’s going to have a meltdown like that and I can’t handle that. I need … we need a baby, Gunner. I can’t … it’s fucking with my head.” He pushed back his chair and moved to stare out of the window.
“I’ve got an appointment with Goldman this afternoon,” Gunner said. “Want to come? It could be fun.”
“And do what?”
“Let him know that if he thinks about threatening you, you’re not afraid of getting your hands dirty.” Gunner stood behind him, gripping his shoulders. “I’m sorry about Scarlett. I’m sorry I didn’t make your dreams come true.”
“Saying it like that, it sounds fucking corny even to me.”
“Yeah, well, it really is corny,” Gunner said.
He burst out laughing.
“You need to clear your head.”
“I need to find your leak first.”
“My leak will be there when you get back. Come on, it could be fun.”
“Okay.”
He left his office, letting his secretary know that he’d be back shortly.
Gunner had come to his office in a car, and John raised his brow. “Doesn’t the MC handle business on bikes?”
“Yeah, they do. But I like to keep things fresh. If I only ride then they expect me. In a car, now that completely throws them off.”
He shakes his head, completely disagreeing with his friend. “You’re so full of shit, you know that, right?”
“It’s good shit though. You’ve got to admit.”
“You’re crazy as well.”
“Oh, come on, you know you love it,” Gunner said.
He’d missed this easy banter. This was what got him through his time in the service. There had been moments when he’d feared for his life, and knowing Gunner was there with him, they’d gotten out of many a sticky situation, and that shit never got old. At least, it didn’t get old for him.
Sitting in the passenger seat, he removed his jacket, loosened his tie, and ran fingers through his hair.
“It’s like you’re getting into character.”
“I need a break and beer right now. I’m fucked in the head, and I’ve got to get that shit under control.”
Gunner didn’t say anything as he turned out of town.
“This meeting going down in top secret?” he asked.
“Yes.”
They were heading down the long strip of road when John heard a feminine scream coming from the trunk of the car.
“Who is that?” John asked. He was very much aware of what Gunner was capable of.
“Oh, that, it’s his mistress. You see, I’ve got contacts all over. Goldman is a mean old son of a bitch. But I have it on good authority that he’s also got a good heart. He fell in love with one of the maids who worked for him when he was younger.”
“Gunner, I don’t like this.”
“What? I need to send a clear message to this fucker, okay? No one, and I mean no one, messes with my boys. You always question my methods. If I’ve learned one thing being Prez of the MC, everyone responds to fear, to violence. You don’t like it, but it’s true.”
“There are other ways.”
“Yeah, well, when it comes to my club and my boys, this is the only way.”
“Why don’t you deal with your thief in that way?”
“Can’t. I have to have solid proof before I point the finger. My own stupid-as-shit rule, and it was a fucking stupid one.”
John rubbed his eyes. He wasn’t part of the MC, and he didn’t see a problem with Gunner having a woman locked in the trunk of his car. This was another part of himself he tried to hide. He wasn’t always a good man.
He didn’t give a shit about what society said he should be or do.
Being a businessman, he put on the façade for his clients, but the truth was, he didn’t give a fuck about being prim and proper.
After serving in the military, accounting was, in fact, a relaxing day to him.
“You can’t kidnap a woman.”
“I have every intention of letting her go. I’m a good boy like that, John.”
“She’s innocent.”
“Yeah, and sometimes bad things happen to innocent people. This fucker thinks he can let his kid do that shit to mine. Goldman may own half the town, but I own the entire fucking town. No one takes strikes at my kid and thinks they’re going to get away with it. I don’t let shit like that stand. Not now, not ever.”
John held his hands up. This was Gunner’s call. He was just along for the ride.
“So how are things going at the club?” he asked. The club had never been for him, but it was part of Gunner’s life, and he wanted to be there for his friend, especially now with someone actively fighting against him.
“You know I can’t talk to you about club business.”
“I know. I’m not interested on the runs you do or what you transport. I’m worried about you.”
“Aww, ain’t you sweet?”
“Cut the crap, Gunner.”
“I know from a reliable source that someone from the club is reaching out. They want in on cartel business. I don’t do that shit. I like my town just the way it is.”
“You can’t have the MC dealing with cartel shit. That’s a sure way of causing some serious mess.”
“I know,” Gunner said. “But I can’t just come out and accuse anyone. That’s not the way the club works.”
“Do you have any idea who it could be?”
“Whoever is stealing from the club.”
“You got those security cameras I told you about?”
“Yep. I’ve already placed them where I need them to be. I’ve just got to wait for them to make a move.”
John knew that the only reason Gunner didn’t have security footage was purely because whatever was found on those tapes could be used against them. He’d had to work to convince them. The moment they found the rat, they could all come down and be destroyed. Every single piece of evidence.
Gunner drove up to a secure location outside of town. It was near the old haunted house that kept kids away from it, until Halloween when they all dared each other to go inside. The only reason he knew about it was because he’d gotten a call from Gunner one night when Bennie decided to take the chance.
Goldman was already there with two of his bodyguards.
“You think he’s scared?” John asked.
Gunner snorted. “Probably pissing his pants.” He parked the car abruptly. “There’s a gun in the glovebox.”
Pulling it out, John removed the safety and placed the weapon in the back of his pants as he climbed out of the car. Following Gunner’s lead, he kept back, assessing the large men. They were security detail. From the way they were standing, they were not very well-trained.
To John it looked like they were more bulk than brains.
“What do you want?” Goldman asked.
“I want your kid to lay off mine. Not only that, get the charges dropped.”
This was news to John.
“Your boy marked Finn’s face.”
“Your son is a bully and a prick. I don’t care how you do it, just do it.”
Goldman started laughing. “Oh, come on. You really think standing here with your pissy accountant and your attitude I’m going to give in? Please. I’ve got a bigger dick than either of you combined.”
John winced.
He knew that Gunner took it as a personal affront to be criticized about his cock. Anyone who questioned him would always end up with a bloody nose. It was weird considering Gunner had a big dick to begin with.
Some insults were just a lot harder to swallow. Pun intended!
Gunner opened the trunk of his car. A feminine scream filled the air, and John raised his gun just as the two security guards did. He couldn’t take them seriously. He doubted they could take him seriously dressed in a suit, next to a biker.
“How about we settle this fair and square?” Gunner said. He had a gun poised at the woman’s temple. “I don’t give a fuck about this bitch, Goldman. I can see that you do. You want to start a war with me, go ahead. Your entire family line would be out before the end of the day and I’d have fun doing it.”
“He really would,” John said.
Being in the military had hardened Gunner in more ways than it had John. They had both fought for their country, but to Gunner that didn’t mean shit to every guy on the street. He fought to save his own land, not for anyone else.
“You better pick, Goldman. My hand’s getting a little fucking twitchy.”
“I’ll drop the charges. Everything will be fine. I’ll talk to Finn. He’ll stay the fuck away from your boy.”
“Call them now.” He grabbed the girl harder, making her cry out louder.
Goldman was already on the phone, dealing with the local sheriff. Once he was done, Gunner smirked.
John raised his gun, shooting one of the men in the leg. “I’d get him to a hospital if I were you, or a doctor.”
“Give her to me,” Goldman said.
“As soon as your men go.”
Goldman gave the two men the order, and they were gone.
Gunner pushed the girl toward Goldman. “You better be careful of the people you step on, Goldman. If I could find her, it wouldn’t take long for another person who’s not so patient.”
Gunner climbed behind the wheel, and John did the same. He glanced in the rearview mirror, watching as Goldman treated the woman in his arms like a delicate flower.
“Did you have any intention of killing her?”
“Fuck, no, but they didn’t need to know that. I don’t kill innocents unless I have no choice.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Thanks for taking out the security guards. I think one of them did piss himself. Damn, it was good to have you by my side. That VP badge is yours, you know. You’re never too old to become a club member.”
“I’m sure Kent would love that.”
“Kent’s a fucking pussy. You always got my back. Besides, I find what I need, his days are numbered.”
And he always would have Gunner’s back.
****
“Are you okay?” John asked, coming into the sitting room. Scarlett had already eaten dinner. John had called her to let her know that he wouldn’t be home. She didn’t know how to handle it. She’d gotten her period, and he’d been out most of the night.
Feeling a lump in her throat, she looked toward her husband, wondering what was going on. He looked a little … tipsy.
“Have you been drinking?”
“A little bit. Don’t worry. I called a cab from Gunner’s place. It’s all good.”
She nodded.
“You look sad,” he said.
“It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not fine. I can tell that you’ve got that pissy voice. The one that’s still sexy as fuck but the one that also tells me I’ve made you sad.”
She placed the book in her lap and stared at him. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I start my period, and you don’t come home. It’s really late, and you’re drunk.”
He sat on the sofa beside her. “That’s not why I’ve been out. I had to help Gunner. Did you know Goldman, the bastard, actually tried to press charges against Bennie?”
“He did?”
“Yep. It’s okay though. We got it dealt with.” He dropped his head to her shoulder. “I’m not avoiding you, my baby. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you so much. All the time. You’re all I can think about.”
She pressed her lips together, trying not to smile.
John drunk was so adorable and so cute. He won her over each and every time.
“It’s not going to work. I’m mad at you.”
“I know, baby. I want us to have a baby so bad. I know you want it too. I feel like a total loser because I can’t give you what you want.” His hand pressed to her stomach. “We’ll get there though. I know we will.”
She frowned. He didn’t make any sense.
Scarlett didn’t see them getting anywhere purely because he didn’t want to use any of the other channels.
Taking his hand, she pressed a kiss to his fingers. “I’ve got you. That is all that matters.”
“Mine.”
“What?”
“That’s what I thought when I saw you. I thought ‘mine.’ You’re mine. Always mine. She’s going to belong to me.”
She burst out laughing. “Come on, you. I think it’s time for you to head to bed.”
Putting her book down, he snatched it up. “Were you reading a dirty book?”
She rolled her eyes, leaving him on the sofa to read her book as she checked on the house.
His cell phone was on the counter, and she picked it up, finding Gunner’s name and sending him a quick text.
She didn’t look at his cell phone again, placing it on the coffee table.
“They both fucked her, taking her harder than ever before. Going deeper, fucking her with their rock-hard cocks. She wanted it, yearned for it, craved it. She wanted to be used, to be fucked, to be owned.” John finished reading and smiled. “Kinky.”
“You’re pushing cute now.”
“I like that my wife loves dirty things. It makes me so hot to think of you doing all those dirty things yourself.”
She stepped toward him, and he placed a hand between her thighs.
“Shit, sorry, it’s that time of the month.” He held his hands up in surrender.
Unable to help herself, she cupped his face. “Let’s get you to bed.”
“You know, me and Gunner could totally do that.”
“Do what?”
“Fuck you. Take you at the same time. One in your ass, one in your pussy.”
She ignored the heat that flooded her at the thought.
John, however, ran a hand down her ass, cupping her cheeks. “So beautiful. I love it when I spread them wide, and you’re always so responsive to me. I want to give you everything your heart desires.”
“You do.”
She got him upstairs and decided against the shower. John was a large man, and she didn’t have the strength to get him to stand up, wash him, and then bring him back to the room.
Removing his clothes, she left on his boxer briefs and tucked him in bed.
“You’d like it, you know,” he said.
She removed her gown and climbed into bed. He pulled her into his arms. “What would I like?”
“Me and Gunner, taking you at the same time. We’d drive you crazy first. Make it so that you were begging for us.” He cupped her hip. “I’d take your ass and Gunner could take that pussy. So tight and hot. You make him so hard.”
“Do you love seeing Gunner’s cock?”
“Yeah, I do. Does it taste as good as it looks?”
She gasped at his admission, but she didn’t say anything.
“I bet it does. With the tip completely covered in his pre-cum. You lick that tip, and I bet it’s so soft and hard.”
“Yes.”
He was starting to get sleepy. His hand moved around her stomach, holding her. Seconds passed, and she heard his snores.
The way he was talking, it sounded like John had never been with Gunner, had never sucked his cock.
She thought about the two men in her life, the way they’d taken control of hers, and how one night had seemed to become more.
What would it be like to have both Gunner and John in her bed but wanting each other as well as wanting her?
She closed her eyes, thinking about Gunner touching her husband, stroking his body. John was a very handsome, sexy man. So was Gunner. She thought about them both holding each other, kissing, needing each other. More heat flooded her pussy.
Did they both want each other? She didn’t know the answer to that question. Did she want them to be together? Her body was on fire at just the thought.
Slowly, she fell asleep, thinking about Gunner, John, and herself. Could they work together? Could she give her husband what he so clearly craved but refused to put into words?
It felt like she’d only closed her eyes for a minute and in the next it was morning. John was still out cold, and glancing at the clock, she saw it was a little after seven. Climbing out of bed, she was careful not to wake him.
She went to the bathroom and did her business before making her way downstairs to start with some coffee and toast.
She was buttering a slice, slathering it with some jam when John stumbled into the room.
As she placed some painkillers on the side and a glass of water, she watched him collapse into a chair. “I feel like someone is banging my head from the inside trying to get out.”
“Alcohol will do that to you.”
“You’re happy about this,” he said.
“I’m not. It’s kind of funny.”
“Your husband being in pain is funny?”
“Yes. What was it, whiskey, bourbon?”
“Whiskey. I don’t even think it was expensive. I think it was the cheap shit.”
“Well that cheap shit makes you look awful.” She placed a coffee and some toast in front of him. “I know you think you’re going to be sick, but you always feel better after a slice or two.”
“What would I do without you?”
“Starve and feel sorry for yourself. I texted Gunner last night in case you were too busy reading my book to notice.”
“What did he say?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t check.”
“Did you look at anything else?”
“No, why?” She stared at him with a frown. “Did you not want me checking your phone?”
“No, no, it’s fine. Ignore me. I’m just trying to make sure I’ve not thought of a present to get you or something. I don’t want to spoil any of my surprises.”
She shrugged. “I didn’t check, and you don’t have to get me anything.” She took a bite out of her toast, watching him.
“What?”
“This thing going on between you, Gunner, and me, what does it all mean?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Well, we were together with you watching. Then I was with him, and then I was with you. I just … if I’m alone with him, are there any rules? I have no idea what to do.”
“The rule is if you both want to, then do it.”
“That feels a lot like cheating.”
“I disagree. I’d want to know every single detail.”
“You don’t want to share me, but with Gunner it’s okay.”
“I trust him with you. He’s my best friend.” He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “I have no jealousy when it comes to him. Of course, I’d love to be there to watch. You know I love to watch.”
“I know. You’re kinky.” She winked at him, and he smiled. This was what she’d been missing. Their time together where everything seemed to be normal. The way he looked at her, touched her. “Do you get off on thinking about Gunner touching me?”
“Yes. It makes me horny to know he wants you so much.” He cupped her cheeks. “How are you feeling?”
His hand moved toward her stomach. With the counter between them it made it rather awkward.
She’d suffered with bad periods a lot in her life. Sometimes she’d had to call in work to take time off because they were so bad.
“It’s fine at the moment. Manageable.”
“I’m sorry I left you last night.”
“You really should stop apologizing. It’s fine. I’m fine.” She kissed him again. “Stop stressing. You’ve still got work today, and so do I. I’m going to go and get ready.”
“I meant what I said, baby,” John said, making her stop at the doorway.
“What?”
“You want it with Gunner, I want to know about it. Every single little detail. I want you to enjoy it as well, and to know that there’s no way you’re divorcing me.”
“You’re way too kinky.” She blew him a kiss and made her way upstairs.
He wanted her to be with Gunner and that was fine, but what about what he wanted?