Page 43 of Painless
“I just hope I can be someone who deserves you,” he groaned, framing my face with his forearms.
“You’re doing a good job so far.” My words were breathless, the air chased away every time he entered me.
He laughed, leaning down to steal more of my breath with another kiss. His movement was fluid, graceful. Gunner made love like he swam through water—long muscles stretching, each breath intentional and heavy. I wrapped my arms around his back, sliding my fingers along the tattoo that matched mine.
Mine, all mine.
My hand slid down to his perky ass, feeling the muscles flex there as I pulled him into me deeper. How did I go so long without this, without him? I needed more of him constantly, always.
He slid a hand under my ass as well, angling my hip in such a way that had my clit buzzing with the impact of his body.
“Gunner, what…yes…” Words weren’t making sense. All brain function ceased at the explosive pleasure shooting off where our bodies joined.
My beautiful gunman had to be some kind of magician, moving so hypnotically while his cock hit every nerve ending inside me at just the right tempo, and even the angle he held me maximized my pleasure. How could he be real?
Like the first one, my release came without warning. The crash sent shudders throughout my body, so intense that Gunner had to hold me in place. I was burning up, slick with sweat, and my pulse raced like a rapid drumbeat in my ears. And I could not get enough.
Thankfully, Gunner never stopped. His hand went to my clit this time as he sat up, circling lazily around the center of my pleasure as his hips rolled back and forth.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes dilated and hungry as he watched my breasts bounce.
I grabbed his thighs for leverage, wanting him deeper and harder, more.
“Oh, baby girl,” he groaned, zeroing in on my clit. “You’re too fucking good…”
His breathing grew ragged, labored over the next few thrusts. The sorcerer of pleasure was finally losing control. He swelled inside me, making me see stars as his thumb strummed its last few magical notes, and we came together in a crash.
Fifteen
GUNNER
“So, how did you get to be so good at that?”
I looked at Mari innocently. “At what?”
“You know what.” She kicked me playfully under the table while Horus cooed in amusement from a nearby fence post.
I took a sip of beer to ponder a good way to answer. At the same time I slid an arm around her shoulders, flicking her hair back to admire one of my love bites on her neck.
Mine. All mine.
“I was with someone for a while who taught me a few things.”
“I’d say more than a few.” Mari sucked at the straw on her margarita. “She gave you the cheat code.”
“A satisfactory performance, then?” I smirked at her.
“Highly satisfactory.” She leaned against my shoulder. “Ten out of ten, would fuck on the dirty floor of a shooting range again.”
We laughed together and I pressed a kiss to her hair. “Happy to be of service.”
“Are you happy, Gunner?” She peered up at me. “Really?”
I needed to take my time to answer. Not because I had any doubt, but to really sink into the feeling, like a cool body of water on a scorching day. After we made love at the range, we got back on the bike and headed to this cantina about an hour away. They had a great bar, shaded outdoor seating, and the best taco truck in the Southwest parked outside.
I had a belly full of beer and carne asada. Horus was chilling on a fence post, keeping an eye on us, while Freyja meandered around the patio and made friends with some stray cats. And I had my girl with me. Sure, she’d been on the back of my bike before. We’d had drinks and flirtatious jokes before. But this time, she was really mine.
“I’m happy as fuck,” I blurted out like the eloquent bastard that I was. “Everything is fucking perfect right now.” I leaned over to steal a sip of her margarita. “Are you?”
