Page 71 of Fearless
“Get on with it already,” Corinne demanded from the sidelines. “I don’t have all day.”
I glared at her, somehow feeling safer behind the barrier of Gunner’s arm. “Why do you want us to…?”
“Like I said before,” she rolled her eyes at me, “A nice body and big dick mean nothing if he doesn’t know how to use them. I want to see how well he pleases you before taking him for myself.”
“Fucking hell.” Gunner sucked in a breath, his arms sliding protectively around me.
I kept my eyes trained on her, my hand wrapped around his bicep with my forehead on his shoulder. “You can’t force us to do anything.”
She gave the tiniest jerk of her head and the scrawny guy, Elric, quickly shouldered his weapon. He fired one shot toward our feet, making us both jump back with a cry as sparks flew from the round’s impact.
“Actually, I can,” Corinne retorted. “I’m well-practiced in forcing my merchandise to do anything and everything I want. So I suggest you get started before I use more…seriousmethods.”
My hold on him now trembled, my body otherwise frozen in fear. This bitch wasn’t just on some power trip, fulfilling a mission to topple everyone who got in her way. No, she was certifiably insane.
“Mari…” Gunner’s lips tickled my ear, his hands sliding up to caress my neck. While fear froze me, threatening to make me shatter, the beautiful golden man held strong like a fortress wrapped around me.
The kiss he pressed to the edge of my jaw was tantalizingly slow, his lips open as the tip of his tongue danced along my skin.
“Gunner, no,” I whispered, the tears threatening to return. “Not like this.”
“I didn’t want it like this either, baby girl, but what choice do we have?” He held my face with one hand, pulling my hip forward with the other. “I won’t let them hurt you.”
“But what about you?” My breaths came out ragged and choked. “She’s going to—“
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll only give her what she wants as long as she guarantees no harm will come to you.”
“Reaper and the others,” I argued desperately. “The club. They wouldn’t leave us. They have to be coming.”
He released a sad sigh. “I don’t hear any motorcycles. Do you?”
“It can’t be—“
“Shh.” His kiss was achingly sweet, full of sadness and apology. “Remember what I said when I first touched you?”
How could I forget? He was the first one of them who touched me with real desire. His body pressed to mine in the kitchen at Old Phoenix. I was so scared he would assault me back then, but now I knew that was the last thing he would ever do.
“You said you’d make it good for me.”
His eyes bore into mine like two glittering swimming pools—full of depth, regret, and unabashed want.
“I meant it back then,” he whispered. “And I still mean it now.”
This time, when his mouth swept across mine, I let him in.
His tongue flicked over mine in a soft, but insistent caress. When his hands fell to my waist and pulled me flush to him, I let him. No more complaints and threats came from our audience, so I figured we were doing well enough. My eyes closed as my fingers dove through his blonde hair, filling my senses up with him as I shut out the rest of the world surrounding us.
He skimmed those long fingers under the hem of my shirt, then molded his palms to the curves of my sides. His thumbs grazed the edges of my breasts but didn’t move higher, nor did he attempt to take my top off.
“I don’t want them to see you,” he murmured into my ear. “They don’t get to enjoy you like I do.”
“Gunner…” My head leaned back as his mouth moved down my neck. There was so much I wanted to tell him, so much I wanted to say. If this was truly our last moment together, it should have come pouring out of me. But every word was stuck. Blocked by the tight fist of despair in my chest.
And this gorgeous, infuriating man kept shushing me whenever I said his name, like he didn’t want to hear any of it. Maybe it was better that way. Better to not know what was never able to happen.
He took my hand from his shoulder, kissing my palm once before bringing it down his body to press against the front of his jeans. My throat tightened up, choking off all of my air. He was hard, forming such a sexy outline of his length through his clothes.
But I couldn’t bring myself to touch him. None of this was right. It was so wrong, my stomach contorted into knots. This should only be happening with his full consent, because hewantedto be with me, alongside Reaper and Jandro. Not because we had guns pointed at us.
