Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
I nodded, my tears wetting his shirt. He slowly released me and gently gripped my shoulders, turning me to face Gunner. Gunner tugged me into his arms and squeezed me so tight, I could barely breathe. But it was just what I needed.
“We’ll be on the back porch,” Gunner quietly announced as he leaned down to grip me beneath my ass, lifting me up. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, burying my face in the curve of his neck. “Let us know when dinner is done.”
“Of course,” Blakely said softly.
When we were on the back porch, the door shut behind us, Gunner settled on the porch swing, gently rocking us back and forth.
“I told you Jax loves you the most of your brothers,” he told me quietly. “He just… doesn’t show it well.”
“You’re never wrong, are you, Papa?” I croaked. Leaning back, I gripped his face, sliding my fingers through his beard. It was always so soothing to feel the coarse hair beneath my fingertips and my palms.
Gunner shook his head and chuckled, the sound low and warm. It made me feel all gooey inside. “Of course, I’m wrong sometimes, Ace baby. But you know who never questioned me the entire time I was fighting with your brothers over you being missing? Jax. He had my back from the moment he found out you weren’t answering my calls. And even though he busted into our cabin,” my chest tightened when he called his home ours, “he never really put up that big of a fight, sweet boy. Jax has good instincts. And he trusts your judgment.”
I pondered over his words, realizing he was right. Sure, Jax was overprotective of me, just like our other brothers were, but he still trusted me to know what I was doing with my life. Still let me make my own decisions.
“I still hate he went behind my back like that,” I muttered, sinking back into Gunner’s hold. He wrapped his arms around me, flattening the fronts of our bodies together. I tucked my face into the curve of his neck, inhaling the scent of him. Pursing my lips, I pressed them to the pulse at the base of his throat, letting the steady throb calm me down.
“I don’t agree with it either,” Gunner said quietly, “but I’ll admit, baby, I’m glad everyone who hurt you won’t be able to hurt anyone else. And I hope Rico’s men make sure they let those fuckers know why they’re dying. Why they were put on Rico’s radar. I hope they take their last breaths knowing that you’re the reason they’re leaving this world.”
“You have a very bloodthirsty streak, Papa.” I snuggled deeper into him. “I like it.”
He softly laughed and turned his head to press a kiss to my cheek. “What can I say, sweet boy? You bring out the best and darkest parts of me.”
I smiled. “I love you,” I murmured.
Gunner sighed like I’d popped something inside of him that had been hurting. “I love you, too, my precious boy.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Gunner
Ace was so quiet and so still for so long, I thought he’d fallen asleep. But nope—my boy was just relaxing, and now…
Well, now, he was teasing the fuck out of me, the little shit.
His hand slipped under my shirt and slid up my chest. I sucked in a sharp breath when he pulled at my nipple, twisting it in his fingers before he released it and smoothed his fingertips over it. I grunted, my cock plumping when he did the same to my other nipple.
I didn’t have a jacket on—just my long-sleeve shirt—and I was cold. But with the way Ace was toying with me, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was hot and burning for him. And like fuck would I deny him. I gave no fucks who could hear or see us. If my boy wanted me, he could have me. Anywhere. Any fucking time.
“Ace baby,” I rasped when he sucked at the skin of my neck right above my pulse point, “you’re fucking killing me.” I groaned, letting my head fall back so he had better access when he swept his tongue over my pulse.
He leaned back to look down at me, his blue eyes darkened to a blue-gray color. Leaning in, he pressed his mouth to mine, immediately parting his sweet lips for me. Growling, I gripped the back of his neck and slid my tongue into his mouth, moaning at the taste of him. Gripping his hip with my other hand, I rolled his hips down on me, rocking mine up into him so our cocks slid together through our jeans.
He whimpered, the sound like music to my ears. “That’s it, sweet boy,” I rasped, urging him on. He panted into my mouth, his hips rolling and rocking against mine as he chased his release. “Take what you need from Papa, baby. God, you feel so good.” I ripped my mouth from his to suck at the skin of his neck, leaving my mark there. “You’re so fucking pretty, sweet boy.” I leaned back, watching as he moaned and clutched at my shirt, his fingers curled into fists as he thrust against me. “Look at you. So sweet. So perfect—”