“Gunnar,” she exhales. “We’re not doing ourselves any favors,” she whispers. She’s not wrong. But she’s also not right. I know we’re not. But I’m never going to fucking admit it out loud, not to her, not to anyone. “Tell me something,” she whispers.
“Something,” I grunt.
She laughs softly, and I swear tofuckmy cock twitches when she does. Her eyes sparkle and dance as she looks into mine.I love her. This woman. I’ve fallen in love with her, and I wish it were only sex, because that’s all it was supposed to be, but it’s not.
I want to hear her laugh.
Iwant to be the one who makes her laugh.Iwant to make her smile, and Iwantto know everything there is to know about her. Every single thing.
Every single thing.
And I like that she wants to know shit about me, too, even if it’s not anything I want to share. Tangling my fingers in theback of her hair, I grip her strands tightly. Holding her where I want her as I look into her pretty fucking eyes, soaking in every goddamn second of her being here, of being inside her.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m a pretty simple man.”
Her tongue peeks out, slides across her bottom lip, then her lips curve up into a small smile. “You, Gunnar, are anything but simple. Tell me why you cut your beautiful hair,” she whispers.
“Needed a change,” I state.
She shakes her head. “You’ve had that hair for as long as I’ve known you. It’s how you got your road name. It was as much a part of you as your smile.”
I chuckle at her words. Maybe she’s right. Maybe it was part of my identity, and maybe I don’t want it to be part of me anymore. She cups both my cheeks, her gaze searching mine as she watches me for a moment. When she speaks again, my heart begins to slam against my chest at her words.
“I think you went through a transformation, even if you don’t see it.”
Her words are sweet. She thinks a hell of a lot more of me and my thought process than she probably should. I’m not that deep. Nothing about me is too deep. My life has been sex, booze, my bike, and the club for my entire adult life.
“You think a hell of a lot more of me than you should, baby,” I murmur.
She smiles softly. “I think that I just see you, Gunnar.”
“You shouldn’t,” I state. “I’ve done nothing but hurt you, ignore you, and now ruin you for your husband.”
Her entire body trembles at my words, and then I feel her cunt clench around my cock.Fuck me. I bite back the groan at the feel. She’s strangling me, and she knows what she’s doing based on the way her lips are smiling as her eyes sparkle.
I’m too fucking old to go another round with her, but as I continue to be buried inside her and she clenches and releasesher tight pussy around me, I begin to harden again. She knows what she’s doing, and she fucking likes it, too.
Lainey begins to rock her hips, and my fingers tighten in her hair. I know her scalp must be burning, but if it bothers her, she doesn’t make a move to get me to release. Her hands don’t move from my cheeks as she moves her hips.
“You are trying to fucking own me, aren’t you?” I demand on a growl.
“Turnabout is fair play, Gunnar. You’ve owned me for years.”
LAINEY
Gunnar and I stare into one another’s eyes as I fuck him. It’s absolutely the most intimate moment I think we’ve had together, and I don’t know what to do because yes, it feels amazing. Each roll of my hips, each time my clit grinds against his pelvis, it’s out of this damn world, but at the same time, I can’t keep doing this to myself.
And yet I do.
“Baby, you’re killing me,” he grinds out.
I know I am, because he’s killing me, too. Every minute spent with him chips away at my soul. I want to stay right here with him. I want to be in this bubble, surrounded by only him and pretending that all of this could last a lifetime.
Sweat trickles down my spine, dripping down the crack of my ass as I continue to move. My hips roll and jerk. I’m climbing closer, but it feels too quick. I don’t want it to end yet. But I’m primed, been primed. My body knows what to do the minute his eyes find mine, and this is no exception.
Except it feels bigger than last time, feels better than the time before. It builds inside me, more and more. My skin feels tingly,and I know I’m about to come, but more than that, I feel like my body might actually catch on fire from the inside out.
My breathing starts coming out in pants, and I want to lean forward and touch my mouth to his, but I can’t because he’s still got his fingers tangled in my hair, tugging and causing my scalp to burn.