Page 76 of Gunner
“Mad man.”
“Any movement on the other problem,” I asked him, and he smiled a sick grin at me.
“His new roommate got it covered.”
A man who thought it was okay to attack one of the dancers from the Dog Pound was sentenced to five years inside. Smokey and Bullet settled the score for the club. He always found a creative way to make assholes suffer. It was his way of still protecting his family and the club, even from behind bars.
“I’m going to head out. Jacob’s got a tournament tomorrow, and I promised Sadie I’d be there,” I explained, and he nodded with a smile.
We stood, and he motioned for the guards to show we were going to shake hands. Touching an inmate was forbidden, except for a handshake at the beginning and end of the visit. We slapped palms, and he gripped my hand tighter, mumbling to me. “You were the best choice to take over. I’m proud of the president you’ve become.”
“It’s only mine until you’re out of here,” I remarked, and he scoffed.
“You’re better than I ever hoped to be, and I’d be proud to ride behind you.”
I swallowed the emotion and stepped back as the guards approached and shackled his wrists together.
“Sorry, Smokey,” one of the guards mumbled, and I shook my head as the old man smiled at me.
He even had the guards doing his bidding, and as I walked out of the prison yard, I looked back at the hulking gray concrete building, wishing things were different. Smokey reassured me years ago that he knew what we did to Skeeter and his predicament was in no way our fault. He made a bad deal to save his family, and now he’s paying for his compassion. He explained that the extra money earned from the illegal guns and cocaine was invested, and the club was sitting on a nest egg that would see us through years of lean times.
The drive back to Portstill took two hours. I missed having Sadie on the back of my bike, but I wasn’t going to take her to visit Smokey. One of the brothers took Piper and Lilly to visit, but I didn’t want my old lady, my wife, around the type of people who were locked away with Smokey. I’d grown protective of Sadie to a scary degree, and last year, I assigned a prospect to work at the bakery with her, ensuring she was always safe.
Outside threats to the club still existed, and we made sure to have the old ladies and kids covered. Jacob joked that I needed to teach him to shoot, and the next afternoon, he was at the range learning the ins and outs of gun safety. He’s one of the best shots I’ve ever seen, and his respect for the power of the weapon is clear to anyone.
Skid spent half his time in Pierce Bluff working for Callahan, and when Callahan sold his software for millions of dollars, he paid Skid for all his years of hard work. My brother-in-law, the club’s tech guy, was worth more than the entirety of the club but never flaunted it. I giggle, thinking of the first time I called him ‘the millionaire biker’.
He got pissed, took a swing at me, I swung back, and Sadie reprimanded us both. I may have been the president of the Death Hounds, but Sadie ruled the roost. We decided to forgo having kids and it was the best decision of our lives. Jacob was a few years from leaving home, and Sadie deserved to have time without raising children. I never faulted her for her feelings and went to the clinic to get a vasectomy the following week.
Piper and Lilly still lived on the property, and they’d moved into one of the homes we built, together. They were as dedicated to the club today as they were all those years ago, and they’re an invaluable part of the club. Once the club was made aware of Smokey and Bullet’s off the books deals, we agreed to build houses on the property, giving everyone a home and ensuring everyone was protected.
As I pulled into the clubhouse, I saw Sadie sitting under the picnic pavilion with a book in her hand. She took the afternoon off so we could leave for Jacob’s tournament tonight, and I was happy to see her finally relaxing instead of running around, playing mother to everyone. I backed my bike next to the clubhouse doors and set my kickstand.
Sadie sauntered across the parking lot, and I dragged her thin body to mine before slamming my mouth to hers. She caressed her tongue with mine, and I gripped onto her plump ass, rubbing my hard shaft against her. I needed to be balls deep in her before we left since we were sharing a room with Jacob and one of his teammates. He was an amazing baseball player, and often, the stands are packed with Death Hounds cheering him on.
“Did you have a good visit with Smokey?” she asked as I climbed off the bike and tugged her under my arm.
We walked into the clubhouse, and I lifted my chin to Claw, my VP, before steering Sadie into my office.
“It was good.”
I maneuvered her to my desk, and she squealed as I lifted her onto my desk. “Enough talk. Give me what I want.”
My voice was filled with need as she lifted her hips and pulled her skirt up, exposing her naked pussy. I licked my lips and whispered, “Naughty girl.”
Sadie had come out of her shell over the last five years, and she had an insatiable appetite for my cock. She loves for me to eat her pussy and can’t get enough of me riding her. Needles had decorated her skin with beautiful tattoos, and the one on her inner thigh was my favorite. ‘Property of Gunner’ in cursive script was inked into her creamy skin, and it was the first thing I kissed every time I buried my face in her pussy.
She spread her legs farther apart and grasped the top of my head as I lowered my face to her wetness. Licking from front to back, I felt her hips shift closer to the edge as I battered her clit rapidly. Rocking against the desk, she sought her release as I ate her like a starving man.
“Fuck, yeah. Right there, baby. Don’t stop. Oh, don’t stop,” she moaned, and I pushed two fingers into her, pumping them in and out at a rapid pace as I worked her hard nub faster with my tongue.
The sounds of her wet pussy being pounded by my fingers echoed into the room, and I crooked my fingers, finding that sweet spot inside her. She gripped into my hair and groaned, “Fuckkk.”
Her release coated my hand as I sucked her clit between my lips and bit down on the tip. Her body convulsed, and I stood, keeping my fingers inside her as I drew out her orgasm while I unzipped my pants, letting my stiff cock fall free of the zipper. Grasping the shaft, I pulled my fingers from her convulsing pussy and shoved my cock into her.
Her hands gripped into my shirt and her eyes closed in euphoria as I slammed into her, already feeling the tingles in my spine. Her pussy was heaven, and I wasn’t ashamed she made me come like a teenage boy.
“Fuck yeah. Take it,” I moaned and grasped her tightly by the hips, pulling her ass off the edge of the desk.
