Chapter Eight
Gunner rested his head against the door of the bathroom. He heard the sounds of the shower running, and he wondered if she’d seen the bottles he’d bought some time ago. When he’d leaned in close, he couldn’t get the scent of her out of his mind. He’d gone straight to the store and bought the shampoo she liked. It had gotten his need at the time under control.
Damn it.
He wanted her so fucking bad.
John had given him permission to fuck her, but it was like a lifeline to what he wanted. For a long time, he’d craved Scarlett. He’d seen how happy his friend was and seen them both together to know that she was a special woman. She was the kind of woman people wrote stories about, why men went to war.
To a lot of men, she was too curvy, maybe even going so far as to call her fat. To him though, those curves were a temptation he found hard to resist. He didn’t want to resist them. His cock was hard as fucking rock, and he wanted her so badly.
Removing his clothes, he stood by his door completely naked. Even at his age, nearing fifty, he was looking good. He took care to work out, to keep at his peak of health. Years of being trained by the military had kept him at a point of fitness he didn’t want to lose. Especially with the dangers that surrounded the club at every turn, he didn’t want anyone to take his place.
Gripping the handle of the door, he knew without a doubt that this would change everything for all of them. The moment he got her pregnant, things would change.
For several seconds he just held that door handle, waiting. A better man would walk away. Would tell John to do this the right way, but he wasn’t a better man. He wanted to get Scarlett pregnant. To put his baby deep inside her. To know that no one else could do what he did.
Turning the handle, he entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. She was already in the shower, the water running down her body, and she didn’t show any signs that she’d heard him.
When he opened the shower door, she turned with a gasp, her eyes going wide as she stared at him.
“Tell me to leave. Tell me to walk away,” he said. He’d let her go.
He wasn’t a rapist, would never be one.
She didn’t say a word.
Stepping into the shower, he closed the door. Taking the cloth from her hands, he placed it on the counter.
Putting his hand on her hip, he drew her to him. It had been a couple of weeks since he’d felt her against him, and like a drowning man, he craved it like one would air.
He held her against him, feeling every part of her soft body. The weight of her tits pressed against his chest. His cock lay against her rounded stomach. Running his hands down her back, he gripped her curvy ass, pulling her against him.
She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers holding him tightly.
He kissed her shoulder, feeling her shudder.
“I want you, baby.”
“I want you too.” Her voice was so soft it was merely a whisper.
Taking the soap he’d gotten for her, he squeezed some onto his hands, and spun her around so that her back was to him. Cupping her breasts, he lathered her body in the soap, taking his time, learning every inch of her, committing it to his mind so he never forgot a part of her.
She sighed against him. Her hands moved between them, reaching behind her back to touch him, cupping his aching cock. She worked his dick up and down, her movements slow.
“You know I’ve thought about this for a long time. About how good you’d feel in my arms. How I’d get you off.” He kissed her neck, right over her pulse, flicking his tongue across it. She released a whimper, and he sank his teeth into her flesh. Not enough to hurt but to create enough pleasure to drive her wild. “Do you want me, Scarlett?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I tried not to be happy about having you all to myself, but I can’t lie. I wanted this, and I was so fucking happy when John said you’d be with me.” He washed her body completely.
“He wants to know everything.”
“And we can both tell him together. I don’t mind.”
“Does the thought of telling John make you hot? Do you think about how hard his dick is going to be knowing yours is balls deep inside me?” she asked.
Her words made him moan, thinking about John’s dick, how hard it would look. How he’d want to touch him, goad him into doing it.
His feelings for John had always fucked him up, but he kept them under wraps. No one needed to know how he’s thought about pushing John to his knees, gripping the back of his friend’s neck as he drove his dick in deep, making him gag on the sheer length of his cock.
These were fantasies he’d put away for a long time, and they shouldn’t be coming out right now. He wouldn’t let them.
Pressing Scarlett up against the wall, he ran his hand down her stomach, pressing between her legs, finding her heat. She cried out, his name on her lips as he ran his finger through her slit.
“Does thinking about John’s cock make you wet?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“What about mine?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want us both, Scarlett? Do you want to feel us both driving inside you, fucking you, taking you?”
“Yes.”
He groaned against her flesh. The closer they were to Scarlett, they could touch. He’d feel John’s cock inside her as he fucked her.
“You want that too?” she asked.
“Yes. Fuck yes, baby. I want to feel you come apart as you’re on both of our cocks.”
He slid his finger down, pressing two fingers inside her. Her cunt tightened, and he added a third, stretching her for his cock. He wasn’t a small man, and tonight he intended to have his fill of her.
For a long time, he’d been wanting her, and once or even twice wasn’t enough.
Fucking her with his fingers, he drew them back, teasing her clit, feeling her come alive beneath his touch. She screamed his name, yelled it even.
He didn’t let up, stroking her nub.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, and he felt like he was going to come over her back, he bent her forward, pulling her ass back.
She opened her thighs, and he found her heat, sliding his cock in deep in one hard thrust. Her pussy clutched his cock, squeezing him as he went as deep as he could go. Pulling out of her, he slammed inside again. Over and over, he fucked her harder, making her take his length.
She cried out his name, the sounds echoing off the wall as he took her.
Reaching between her thighs, he teased her clit.
With a few strokes she came apart.
Gunner gritted his teeth as the pleasure was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Driving inside her over and over, he fucked her harder than ever before.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so perfect. So tight. So hot.”
He gripped her hips, pounding her pussy one final time, going to the hilt. In the back of his mind, he wondered if this time would be the one that got her pregnant. He didn’t say anything. Running his hands up and down her back, he allowed the pleasure to consume him as he pumped his release inside her pussy.
Pulling out of her, he distracted her by cleaning her hair, first with the shampoo and then with the conditioner. He loved doing these small things for her. They felt strangely intimate.
With no other reason to linger, he turned the water off, climbing out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, he opened it up waiting for her to step inside.
She did, taking his hand.
He didn’t lead her to her bedroom.
Gunner didn’t have any intention of her sleeping in that room. He wanted her in his, in his arms and in his bed.
“Gunner?”
“Don’t be nervous.” He took her hands, placing kisses on her knuckles.
“I’m not.”
“Don’t lie to me, baby,” he said.
“I’m a little bit. I don’t know how this is supposed to work.”
“You’re feeling guilty?”
“Yes.”
He nodded. Running his hands up and down her arms, he pressed a kiss to her lips, and pulled away. Taking his cell phone out, he dialed John’s number, being sure to put it on speakerphone so that she could hear.
“He was going to sleep,” she said. “We can’t wake him.”
“I want to. I don’t want you worried about what we just did.”
“Hello,” John said, sounding sleepy.
“Hey, John. Gunner here. You’re on speakerphone.”
“What’s wrong? Is Scarlett okay?” His friend had gone from sleepy to alert.
“She’s fine. She’s … we just fucked in the shower.” Scarlett went to step away from him, but he caught her hand, stopping her. She glared at him.
“Did she come hard?” John asked.
Scarlett’s eyes were wide.
“She did, but now she feels worried.”
“You there, baby?” John asked.
“Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes.” Her gaze was on his, and he saw her lip wobble.
“What did he do?”
“He touched me all over. Then he bent me over, and fucked me.”
“Did his cock go in deep? Was it good?”
From the way John’s voice changed, and the rustling of fabric, he knew what John was doing.
As Gunner moved up behind her, his own cock was already starting to harden. He opened her towel, letting it drop to the floor.
“I’m just going to get your girl ready again, John. That okay with you?” he asked.
“Tell me everything, Scarlett.”
Gunner smiled against her neck.
“He’s kissing my neck.”
“How does it feel?”
“He’s not shaved yet, so it’s a little rough and I like it. My nipples are so hard, and it feels good in my pussy,” she said. She gasped as he cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. She told John everything as Gunner caressed her body, taking each of her tits in his hands, stroking them. Down his hand went, moving to her pussy. This time she cried out, and he took over.
“I’m touching her pussy.”
“That you already came inside?”
Scarlett was too far gone to realize the question.
“Yes.”
“Good. Stroke her, get her all wet. She loves it when you fuck her with your fingers. Make her take it. She doesn’t mind a little rough, just so long as you make it real good.”
Gunner fucked her with his fingers, driving inside her at the same time as he teased her clit, feeling the answering arousal in her cunt as he did.
Gunner learned her body as she spoke to John. Everything that made her tick. Each little moan or gasp as he teased her. Every now and again, he’d take over talking to John, especially as he had her crying out from the pleasure, her responses driving his own arousal higher.
“Fuck her, Gunner. Drive your cock so deep inside her.”
He grabbed his dick, pressing it at the entrance of her cunt. Slowly, achingly slowly, he thrust inside her. Each pulse, each quiver he felt it inside her.
John’s moans came over the line, letting them both know that he was finding his own kind of pleasure at the same time.
It turned Gunner on, drove him harder inside Scarlett to think of his best friend playing with himself.
Over and over, he pounded inside her, giving Scarlett every single inch of him at the same time wanting John there, to watch him, to touch him.
Giving Scarlett a baby had awakened something inside him that he’d long thought was dead.
The moment he came, he felt Scarlett shudder with her own release, and they heard John find his.
“I love you, Scarlett. That was incredible.”
The call ended, and Gunner held Scarlett in his arms, complete with the sweetest as fuck smile on her face.
****
Scarlett opened her, eyes aware of the hard, muscular arm wrapped around her stomach. Last night’s events rushed through her, and she glanced behind her to see Gunner still sleeping. He looked … calm.
After John ended the call, she’d been so exhausted. She hadn’t tried to go back to her own bed, and instead, stayed snuggled up against Gunner. Rolling over, she looked at him. At her movements, he opened his eyes.
“Morning.”
“You’re a light sleeper?”
“Had to be. Always have to keep one eye open.”
“That doesn’t sound very nice.”
“I don’t live in a nice world.”
She ran her hand up his arm, taking in all of his ink, and just the sheer force of the man. He reminded her of John. They’d served together and been brothers in arms.
Thinking back to the past few weeks when she’d talked to both John and Gunner, she wondered if they even realized that they wanted each other. Was it their secret with each other? She didn’t know.
She knew for certain that neither of them had acted on it, and she didn’t know if that made her sad or not.
She wanted them to both have what they both needed and craved. What she didn’t want was it to cause them all pain.
“The wheels are turning in your head.”
“I’m just thinking.”
“I’m trying not to be sexist.”
She giggled. “But…”
“When a woman thinks, it never works out for the guy.”
“You pig.” She lightly slapped his side, and he chuckled, capturing her hands, and keeping them locked between them.
“What do you have to do today?”
“Not a lot. Today is my day off. I was going to prepare lunch for you and the boys, and then think about getting started on stocking up your fridge and freezer. I don’t like the thought of you guys living on takeout or those rancid ready meals.”
“You’re going to take care of us?”
“I’m going to try and take care of you all.”
“Cherry never cooked.”
She didn’t like the jolt of pain she felt at the mention of Cherry’s name. The other woman once had it all. Cherry had a husband, the kids, the house, everything, and she’d thrown it all away.
Scarlett loved John more than anything, but she knew not being able to have kids was changing them. He wouldn’t even let her redecorate the nursery. They weren’t going to be able to use the damn room unless they actually talked about their options, but again, they couldn’t do that because he didn’t want to talk about it.
“You’ve got that frowny face again. What’s up?” Gunner asked. “Come on, you can talk to me.”
“I was just thinking about John and the nursery.”
“What made you think about that?”
Did he tense up? “Cherry. She had you and the kids, and she threw it all away.”
“I wasn’t a very good husband.”
“Not ever?”
“No. She was just there, you know. I didn’t care about it. Probably because I knew half the club had gone for a turn inside her.”
She stared at him amazed. “Why marry her then?”
“Seemed like a good thing to do at the time. She was pregnant with my kid. I did make sure of that as well with both of them.” He shrugged. “It just kind of happened. I hated every second of it, but I got two amazing boys out of it.”
“They seem really good kids.”
He chuckled.
“What?” she asked.
“They’re good kids because I’ve got them to get their heads down. I’ve seen them. They’re not sweet, innocent teenagers, Scarlett. Don’t let them fool you into thinking that.”
“They’re wonderful.”
“I didn’t say they weren’t. They’re great kids. They’re my boys, so I don’t have a problem with them,” he said. He had that smirk on his face. “What is it about the nursery? Let’s not lose track.”
She sighed. “I want to redecorate it. We don’t have any furniture there. It’s a blank room other than the yellow walls. I went with a neutral color just in case. Pink is for girls, blue for boys, but yellow, that’s different. That says it doesn’t matter. John and I, we’re not talking about what we can do to have a kid. We’re not talking about it at all. It’s like it didn’t exist, and … I don’t want that room to become a bad cloud over our marriage. We can’t have kids, and I’ve accepted that. He doesn’t want to talk about it, so I don’t want to just wait around.”
Gunner’s hand ran across her stomach. He didn’t linger as he slowly stroked over to caress her hip.
“He’ll talk about it when he’s ready.”
“It just seems all weird. We can’t have kids, then he’s inviting you into our bed, not that it’s a big problem or anything. I like when we’re together. I just … something doesn’t feel right at times.”
Gunner’s hand moved up to cup her face. “Everything is fine. You’ll both get through this.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“It’s John. I remember what he was like that first day he saw you. How happy he was. He told me that he’d found an angel and that he was going to marry her. John’s not going to go anywhere. I promise.”
He pressed a kiss to her lips.
“Then why is it me in the bed with you, Gunner?”
“Did he ever tell you about us sharing before?” he asked.
“He told me everything. We don’t have any secrets from each other.”
“Did he only tell you recently?”
“No. He mentioned it before.” John would tell her tales about his time with Gunner in the force, about how close they were. When it came to his stories of sharing, she would always get aroused by the visual he’d give. She wanted that, wanted him.
Gunner’s thumb went back and forth. “It’s just something we’ve done. The women, they meant nothing until you.”
“Did you leave Cherry because of me?”
“I left Cherry because she was a waste of space and I couldn’t stand her. You had nothing to do with it. Yes, I wanted you, Scarlett. I’m not going to deny that. I’ll never lie to you.” He pressed his lips to hers. “Please, believe that.”
“I do.” She heard sounds of the boys waking up and looked at Gunner. “I better get ready to take them to school.”
“Would you like to spend the day with me?”
“I can?”
“Yes. I’ll be at the club all day. You can come, see some of the guys, how it works. Would you like that?”
She smiled. “Yes, I would.” John always told her to never go to the clubhouse unless she was there with him or with Gunner. The men were always sweet and polite to her. She didn’t see a problem, but John had warned her the men were always on their best behavior.
Gunner kissed her one final time before letting her leave his bed. She made her way into the bathroom, taking a toilet break and other morning rituals.
Entering her own room this time, she grabbed some jeans and a sweater before heading downstairs.
The coffee pot was already on, and the boys were crowded around the toaster. She grabbed a pan and quickly made herself some oatmeal.
No one spoke for the longest time.
“I’m taking you in to school today,” Gunner said.
Both boys groaned.
“I’m not hearing it. I’m taking you and picking you up.”
There was no argument, and she glanced at Gunner. “Do they behave this way when I have to pick them up?”
“They’re boys. Everything is always ten times harder to do. Don’t take it personal,” he said.
She chuckled. “I imagine I completely ruin their street cred.”
“Nah, I bet you’re one of those milfs.”
“Milfs?”
“Mom I’d like to fuck.”
She pushed him away as he’d wrapped his arms around her. “Not happening. That’s gross.”
“Didn’t you ever fall for a dad?”
“A dilf? No, absolutely not.” She wrinkled her nose. “I really don’t need to hear about all this dirty talk.”
They finished their breakfast, and it wasn’t long before they were in the car heading toward the high school.
It was so busy. She noticed a group of people glaring at the car. Recognizing Finn Goldman in the center of the group, she squared her shoulders as the boys got out.
“Stay safe, okay,” she said.
“Yeah, we will.” Bennie bumped her fist, stepping away and heading into school, his brother by his side. She noticed a couple of the other MC brothers join up with him as they made it the entrance.
“They’re all told to stay out of trouble,” Gunner said. “It makes life a lot easier if they do as they’re told.”
“I can imagine.”
“So, what’s on the agenda for the day?”
“We’re heading to the clubhouse.”
She leaned back in the seat watching the town go by. The drive wasn’t a long one, and she noticed several people already milling about. Quite a few scantily-clad women were hanging around, smoking.
Tucking some of her hair behind her ear, she followed Gunner into the clubhouse. Compared to all the women there, she stuck out like a sore thumb.
Several of the guys gave her a hug and said hello. She smiled at all of them, and in the corner, she was sure she spotted one man getting a blowjob. He’d pushed a woman’s head into his lap, and was groaning.
Scarlett wasn’t a prude, but right now, it felt way out of her comfort zone.
Gunner went straight to his office. She sat down on the sofa, watching as he opened up his office, and went through some items on his desk.
“Why do I feel I’m here because you don’t trust me being alone at your house?” she asked.
He glanced up. “I’ve got some things going down. Some people know that I care about you, and I don’t want you to become a target for that shit.”
“So, I couldn’t stay at your house?”
“No. You’re safe with me. I promised John I’d take care of you. This is the only way I know how.”
“You care about me?” she asked, looking at him.
“You know I do. I care a whole lot.”
She looked away, not able to handle the intensity of his stare. “Is there anything you need me to do?”
“No. You can just relax. Take it easy.”
“That’s boring.”
She lay down on her back, staring up at the ceiling. It had been a long time since she just lay around doing nothing. It felt odd to be doing it now.
It wasn’t long before her eyelids started to droop and sleep claimed her.
****
The week passed in a blur. By the time he arrived at Gunner’s house on Sunday, John was more than ready to see his wife. The moment he parked, the door was open, and she was out of the house rushing toward him. He noticed her wearing one of Gunner’s shirts with several buttons secured in the middle, along with a pair of her jeans. Her long brown tresses were flying free.
The moment she was in his arms, he didn’t care. Breathing in her scent, the smell of home, he just wanted her in his arms.
“I’ve missed you,” he said.
She chuckled. “Missed you too.”
He gripped the back of her neck like he’d done many times before, locking his lips with hers. “I want you,” he said. “Are you wet for me?”
“More than anything.”
Even though he’d been away, they’d talked all the time on the phone, and he’d been there at nighttime when Gunner had been fucking her. He wondered if his friend had finally done what he needed him to do. Cupping her cheek, he smiled down at her. “I’m not leaving you home again.”
She ran her hands up his chest. “Did it get lonely?”
“So lonely.” He pushed some hair off her face, smiling down at her. “I thought about you constantly.”
“How about you stop letting out all the hot air and let’s take this inside,” Gunner said, calling out to them.
“Dinner is ready,” she said.
“It is. I’m starved.”
She kept hold of his hand, and he passed Gunner, aware of the easy way he watched them. He’d thought often about what Gunner was doing for them, and seeing him now, how relaxed and ready he was, John felt that swirling pit of need begin to build within him. He usually had it under control, but right now, it felt like a fire had started where before it was just embers.
Gunner gripped his hand, pulling him in close, and slapping him on the back. “It’s good to have you back.”
He nodded at his friend.
“I better go and serve up.” Scarlett gave him one final kiss before moving away toward the kitchen. He watched her go, admiring the lush curves of her ass. He’d missed her so much.
“How is everything?” John asked.
“Let’s talk in my office.”
Gunner led the way in the opposite direction. He heard Scarlett talking and figured it was Gunner’s two boys.
“Did you have a good week?” John asked.
“Did you get everything you needed to do done?”
John stared at his friend. “Yeah, I did.” He watched Gunner. “Did you do what I asked you to do?”
“I fucked your wife every single chance I got. I took her at night, during the day, in my clubhouse. I rode her pussy and filled her cunt with my cum. Is that what you wanted to hear?” Gunner ran a hand down his face.
“Does she suspect something?” John asked.
“She talked about the nursery and stuff like that. Asked me questions about the boys, and she just wants to be your wife, John. To be honest, I don’t know if I can go through with this.”
He stared at his friend. Gunner was a hard man. It had taken a lot of people to bring this motherfucker to his knees, but from the look on his face, something else was eating him up. “What is it?”
“It’ll be mine,” Gunner said.
“I know.”
“That baby will be mine, and she’ll belong to you. I can’t … I care about her,” Gunner said.
“You love her,” John said.
His best friend stared at him with a frown. “I tell you that I care about your wife and you take it to the next level?”
“I’m being realistic. You love my wife, Gunner, admit it. You love her, and you want her.”
Gunner stepped away from him, running a hand down his face.
“She’s too young.”
“You and I are the same fucking age. Her age doesn’t have anything to do with this. That’s a bullshit reason. You know it, and so do I.”
“I know if you don’t want to do this anymore. I get it, I do. She could already be pregnant.”
“What do you think is going to happen after? There’s a shitload of problems we’ve opened up right now.”
“You’ve taken care of the nurse, and you’re dealing with your wife.”
“Shit, John. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to be with her, but I didn’t want this.”
There was a knock at the door, and John gritted his teeth. He counted to ten inside his head. He was arguing with his best friend, but what made this even more complicated was the fact he was aroused. His cock was rock fucking hard.
He loved Gunner’s aggression, his passion. It always aroused him, and mixed with the thought that he loved Scarlett, it just completed their little circle.
They were not the everyday, average normal couple. With Gunner this could bring something to his marriage with Scarlett that he didn’t even know was missing.
“We can make this work,” he said, gripping Gunner’s arm as he passed. The feel of Gunner’s arm beneath his fingers had him tightening his hold.
His friend pulled away first, going to the door.
Running fingers through his already messy hair, John spun to see that Bennie was there.
Dinner was ready.
His wife sat on one side of the table while he and Gunner sat on either end. Carlos and Bennie took the other side.
Conversation was light, but he kept catching Scarlett’s gaze. She’d look at him then back at Gunner, then back again.
Before the meal was over, Gunner let them all know that he had to go to the club for some last-minute business.
He wasn’t an idiot. The fucker was running, but that was fine.
“You want us to watch your boys?” Scarlett asked.
“Yes. Are you staying the night?” Gunner asked.
Scarlett looked toward him.
“Yes, we’re staying the night.”
The moment the meal was over with, Scarlett and the boys did the dishes. He helped to clean the table, and while they went off to do homework, he watched his wife.
“Did you and Gunner argue?” Scarlett asked. “You both looked pretty pissed at the table.”
“It’s fine. Honestly. Gunner and I always had disagreements.” He held his wife as she stepped into his arms.
“I don’t like it. It made for a rather tense dinner, and you know I love for everything to be perfect.”
“We’ll make up, I promise.”
“Good. I don’t like either of you arguing. It doesn’t seem right.” She pressed a kiss to his lips, then another.
Sinking his fingers into his wife’s hair, he felt his cock begin to stir once more.
“I don’t suppose we could take this to the bedroom?”
“After we let the kids go to bed. It doesn’t feel right having this here with them still working.”
He groaned but relented. There was time for him soon.