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“Is this what you want, Gunner?” I taunted as my knees fell open and my hand snaked down my body. I dragged my fingers down my center, dipping them into my pussy, watching how his throat bobbed as he swallowed. His eyes locked on to the thrusting motion, our paces matching. I pulled the soaked digits out, offering them to him. A moan fell from my lips when he pulled them into his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven, babe. Now be a good girl and move your hand because I’m going to bury my face between your legs,” he said, his tongue already trailing up my inner thigh, his facial hair adding to the sensations.

I cried out as his mouth sucked on my throbbing clit while three of his thick fingers plunged into me—stretching me. He knew I loved the bite of pain. His name fell from my lips, causing him to groan into my pussy. Suddenly I was empty. His heat disappeared.

My head shot up, only to be slammed back down with his hand wrapped around my throat. The action was so primal I almost came from that alone. His fingers dug into my jaw while he used his other hand to rub the head of his cock up and down my pussy.

“Open up, Ryan,” he demanded, his pupils blown out with lust.

I did as I was told, my tongue lapping up the saliva he let drip into my mouth, tasting the lingering flavor of my pussy.

Fuck. I did not know I was into that shit.

“Such a good fucking girl for me, huh?” he asked as he sunk his cock into me.

A groan fell from my lips. All I could do was nod, too enveloped in pleasure to form coherent words. The hand on my throat tightened as he pumped into me at a dizzying pace, his balls bouncing off my ass. The slapping noise filled the room, mixing with the wet sounds of my pussy and our moans. I couldn’t tell if my fingers were digging into the sheets or his ass. Reality seemed suspended, pleasure overwhelming all my senses.

Suddenly his lips were on mine, our tongues warring for dominance, my hands trying to pull him even closer.

“Come for me, baby. Let go with me,” he muttered against my lips.

Warmth filled me as he came inside me, the pulsing of his cock sending me over the edge. I barely recognized that the moans of pleasure were my own as my body rode through the aftershocks of my release.

“Fuck, Ryan. Your greedy pussy is milking me of everything I’ve got.” He groaned against my throat, nipping at the skin as his body shuddered.

Suddenly, his body hovered over me as his hand cupped my face. “You have to leave, Ryan. It’s too dangerous to stay here.” His brows furrowed. “You changed my every plan. God, I want to keep you,” he whispered. So low it felt like those words weren’t meant for me.

I trailed my fingertips along his jaw, taking in his beauty. “You can keep me, Gunner. I’m not going anywhere,” I answered.

His eyes searched mine, indecision flashing across them.

“I don’t want to worry about this tonight. Not when I have your perfect body against me.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my hair. “Tonight, I’m going to enjoy having you in my arms.”

He stood up and walked toward the bathroom, muttering under his breath.

“Since I don’t know how long I’ll have that.”

My gut clenched because those words felt like an omen.

Ryan

The sound of vibrations woke me up.

In my sleepy state, I thought Gunner had forgotten to turn my vibrator off, but then, as some of the fog lifted, I remembered we were at the clubhouse, so there was no way that would cause the noise. I peeled my eyes open and found the screen of my burner phone illuminated. My brows wrinkled in confusion.

No one has this number. Fuck, Nikki.

A feeling of dread sank in my stomach, and some instinct made me look over at the sleeping man. I always had a strong intuition, one I learned to listen to long ago. It was now telling me to commit everything about Gunner to memory. The way his calloused hands felt on my skin, the rough sensation of his facial hair against my thighs, the tugging of my hair in his hands. The way he spoke to me as an equal and saw all my rawness and found beauty, not flaws.

The way I knew I loved him.

Another round of vibrations pulled me back to the phone. My hand shook as I reached for it.

Nikki: Muñeca. Why are you hiding from me?

I muffled my gasp. A picture of Nikki restrained to a chair in a room I was all too familiar with. He had her. The bastard had Nikki.

Nikki: For Nikki’s sake, I hope you’re reading these. Because if not, she’s about to make someone a very happy man when they buy her. Will you fail Nikki like you did your parents? Didn’t you tell me it was your fault they were out that night, Muñeca?