Chapter 18

Gunner

Lilly is curled into my side, snoring softly. With my arm behind her head, I play with her soft, red locks and stare at the ceiling. Nothing could’ve prepared me for last night. I’ve been with my fair share of women over the years, but nothing compares to watching my baby girl come undone. Knowing I did that makes me hard even now.

While I’d love nothing more than waking her and spending the day showing her just how much she means to me, I need to do this right. Sliding my arm from under her, head I roll over and get out of bed, trying my damnedest not to wake her. In the dim light, I slip on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt, then I sneak out of my room. I go in search of the one person who could royally fuck up the high I’m on right now.

As I walk down the stairs, voices float up to me. Havoc and Angel are talking. They’re sitting in the corner of the main room that Rodeo let the girls decorate. Couches, and tables turned it into a proper sitting room, as Cess calls it. Inhaling deeply, I approach the back of the couch Havoc’s lounging on. I straighten my spine and prepare myself for the worst.

“We need to talk,” I tell him.

Dropping his head to the back of the couch, he looks up at me. “You smell like sex,” he grumbles as the carefree attitude he had with Angel vanishes.

His head is way closer than what would be considered a safe distance from my crotch, so I take a step back. Sitting up straight, he turns on the couch to face me.

“Couldn’t you have at least washed the smell off before you came down here to talk to me about fucking my sister,” he spits out.

“Havoc,” Angel scolds from the love seat.

Turning to face her, with a shrug he asks, “What?”

After a frustrated breath and a glare in her lover’s direction, she looks up at me. “Go on, Gunner.”

“Thanks, Angel,” I tell her with a nod. Realizing we have the attention of not only Angel but Cessy, Venom, and Dash who are sitting behind us at the bar, running a hand through my hair I ask, “Can we talk in private, man?” While I’m sure everyone either already knows what’s going on or soon will, I prefer keeping private matters private.

“Nope, we can do this right here,” he says, gesturing to the main room. “The more witnesses the better,” he adds, rising to his feet from his place on the couch.

“Look, Havoc, if you want to beat my ass, do it. I’m not backing down from this. I love her.”

“Aww, he loves her,” Cessy coos from behind us.

“Can it, Cess,” Havoc snaps, giving her a glare.

“You love her?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“I do,” I answer with a nod.

“You can have my blessing under one condition,” he says with a wicked smile.

“Name it,” relief evident in my voice.

“No weird sex shit,” he tells me, taking me completely off guard.

Weird sex shit, what the hell?

Cessy bursts out into laughter while Venom and Dash chuckle. Turning to look at them, my eyebrows draw together with a shake of my head I ask, “How is this funny?”

Dash answers me, “Because Havoc basically just told you, you couldn’t tie up his sister.”

Understanding dawns on me, my eyes would pop out of my head if it was possible. “How do any of you know about that?”

“Come on, Gunner. Girls talk. You’ve had your fun with the club girls. We all know about the setup you have on your bed frame,” Cessy tells me.

“Yeah, when the girls were here,” Dash grumbles.

Cess turns her evil eye, as Angel calls it, on Dash and snaps, “Those girls are not living in the same house as my son. You want to see them, you know where to find them.”

“Yeah, yeah, Blue Bells, I know.”

Cess got all the girls’ jobs at Blue Bells as either waitresses or dancers. The more seasoned girls took them in and most have paired up as roommates. Cess refused to let her son grow up where girls walked around half-naked. Prez wanted the new mama and baby close by, and Venom didn’t want to leave either, so the girls had to go.

“Ok, back to the subject at hand,” Cessy says looking between me and Havoc. “So, he likes to tie people up, blindfold them, whatever.”

“Cess, you’re not helping,” I growl. How did they know about all this shit and I didn’t have a clue?

Putting a finger up to silence me, she continues, “And, Havoc, the bruises you gave Angel last week? How is that any different?” When Havoc looks at the ceiling, not responding, she pushes forward, “You like to fuck up against a wall. We”—She motions between her and Venom— “like countertops, bar tops, the washer, tables…”

“Ok, Cess,” Havoc exclaims, interrupting her. “I get it. I do not need to know where the hell you two like to fuck,” he says, throwing his hands in the air.

“Bar tops?” Dash questions, eyeing the bar behind him.

A grin and a wink from Venom are the only answer he gets. God, let’s hope they clean it afterwards.

“My point is”—Cessy says, walking over towards us— “everyone has their kink. His may be different from yours, but I doubt Lil will be getting bruises from some satin ribbons.” Putting her hand on Havoc's shoulder, she whispers, “We just got our girl back, don’t push her away.” With a kiss on his cheek, she announces, “I’m going to check on Phoenix now. Play nice boys.”

Looking back at the ceiling, Havoc huffs out a breath. “Why does she always have to make so much damn sense,” he grumbles.

“I won’t hide who I am from Lilly, Havoc, but I would never ask my baby girl to do anything she didn’t want to.”

Pushing his hand out telling me to stop, he grabs the bridge of his nose. “I really don’t want to know what my baby sister likes to do in bed. I’m getting a fucking headache. Lil will do what she wants regardless of what I say, but if you break her heart I’ll break your face,” he tells me as he turns to walk out of the room with Angel not far behind.

“Told me pretty much the same shit with Cess,” Venom says with a chuckle after Havoc’s out of hearing distance.

“I’m going back to sleep,” I tell Dash and Venom, walking towards the stairs.

“Sure, ya are,” Dash calls out to my back. Both the fuckers laughing as I flip them off and continue the climb to my room.

Now that I know the whole fucking club knows what I like in bed, I need to find out what my baby girl knows. Fucking chatty ass women.