Gunner

Chapter 5

Sierra

“More, Gunner.” I moaned, threading my fingers through his hair.

Gunner slid into me and kissed me. He was nothing like his brother. How could two brothers be so different? I wrapped my legs around his waist as he made love to me,

“f**k, darlin’, you feel so good.” He groaned.

“Take me roughly, Gunner. Take me deep and hard.” I pleaded.

Gunner froze mid-thrust and squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. I knew he thought he would break me, but how can you break something that’s already been broken? His brother made sure to take care of that.

I cupped his cheeks. “Look at me, Gunner.”

His eyes opened.

“You won’t break me. I just want you. All of you. Don’t hold back with me.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking. I… am a very dominant man, darlin’, and when I take control, there’s no going back.”

“Please, Gunner. This is me giving you my submission. Take me like one of the girls in my erotic romance novels.”

I was giving myself to him.

But would he do it?

Would Gunner take me like I wanted to be taken?

“Sweetheart, if it gets too much, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

“I trust you. You’re the only man I trust.”

Gunner took my wrist with one hand and put them above my head. “Don’t move your hands until I say so, beautiful. I’m going to push you to your limits and see what you can handle.” He told me.

Gunner released my wrists and reached behind his back to untangle my legs from his waist. He pulled out and spread my thighs. Reaching over, he opened the nightstand drawer and retrieved my pink vibrator. It buzzed to life. I gasped when he pressed it against my c**t. The urge to move my hands to touch him was too much. Without thinking I moved my hands, but Gunner was quick to slam them back above my head.

“Oh, please.” I moaned, bucking my hips.

Almost there.

I’m so close.

Gunner removed the toy and turned it off.

“No!” I was almost there.

“I don’t want you to c*m on that, I want you to c*m on my d**k. I need you now, sweetheart.”

He twisted me at the waist and slid into my wetness. He held my wrists with one hand and held me at the hips, thrusting relentlessly. He was an animal. And I loved it. Sure, his brother was rough with me, but this is different. There’s a difference between being dominant and an asshole. I hated not being in control with his brother, but this… it was thrilling.

Sometimes not being in control is the best feeling in the world.

Those were the words Sally from the church told me. It didn’t make sense to me at the time she said the words. But now… it makes perfect sense. I know now what I want. I want Gunner to go all the way with me. I want to run away with him and live forever with him. 

But could it be that easy?

“Right there, oh…. I’m gonna c*m, Gunner!”

Gunner wasn’t far behind me. He filled me up and for once, I didn’t care if I got pregnant.

Gunner’s phone rang and he groaned as he kissed my lips. “Damn, I think I’m gonna throw that thing out and get a new number.”

I giggled.

“How would anyone reach you?”

“I don’t need a phone. Not when I have all I’ve ever wanted right here.”

He reached over and grabbed his phone. It must not be good, because he glares at the screen.

“Who is it?” I ask.

“My mother. Sierra, we need to go somewhere safe. I’m gonna get us out of this city and we’re gonna go on the road.”

“Road?”

“Sierra, there’s a reason I was never here to protect you. I’m… I’m a truck driver.”

“That’s why you have money. Not because of…”

“My family.” He finished. “We don’t need to pack anything. Just leave before my mother comes knocking on the door. I’ll leave my phone here and take you away from here.”

“Just leave…” I frowned. “But what about my house?”

He cupped my jaw and murmured. “You and I know you don’t give a s**t about that house. All that remain is bad memories.”

“You’re right, but…”

“Just don’t think, darlin’. Let me take care of you like I promised you I would.”

“Where would we go?” I ask.

“Anywhere my truck takes us. It’s you and me against the world.”

“But, where would we sleep?”

“My truck has a sleeper in it.”

“Sleeper?”

Gunner chuckles. “A sleeper is a truck that has a bed in the back. All you need is in my truck and of course, me. What do you say, Sierra?”

I kissed him and whispered. “Take me away, Gunner. Take me away from this dreadful city. Away from these bad memories.”

“We’ll make new ones, darlin’. I should have never let my brother marry you. I should…”

“Shh, new memories, remember. I don’t want to think about him.”

“You’re right. Let’s get dressed and get the hell out of here.”

This was exactly where I wanted to be. In the arms of the good brother. No one could tear us apart if they tried. It’s true, my husband is dead. So, there’s no need for a divorce. Not that Gunner’s brother would grant me that. Gunner wanted to take care of me. Take me away from here and make new memories with him. I’d go anywhere he wanted as long as I was in his arms. The truth is, the first time I met Gunner, it was always him. I never thought I’d actually be in his clutches. But I am. And for that, I thank God. Each night, I prayed to God to help me. And now, it seems… my prayers are answered. I knew for sure my mother-in-law would be looking for me. I didn’t care. I’ll change my hair if I have to. But what about Gunner? Would his mother leave him be? Whatever happens, happens.

I knew my husband was crooked. He would come home late at night smelling like other women and weed and booze. I guess he got what he deserved. I’m not sorry that he got himself killed.

Does that make me a bad person?

Nope. 

Not when he did far worse to me.

Call it what you will.

I say it’s his karma.

And now, I hope he’s rotting in hell with Satan.