Gunner blinks at me, for once speechless. I jerk his shirt over his head. “Now meaning right now.”
He rolls us over and kisses me hungrily. I suck his tongue, stroke over his muscular body, savoring his warmth, his affection, everything he’s giving me. God, he smells amazing, like tobacco and bourbon.
Gunner undresses me slowly like he wants me to know I have every opportunity to say no, to stop this. But there’s no stopping us. He’s right. Even with my dad knowing, even with everything else going on, things with the guys don’t have to change.
It’s up to us to decide that, not my dad, not my mom, not anyone else.
Gunner strips me naked and kisses across my neck. “I’ve been starving for you.”
“Me too.” I gasp.
He sucks my nipple between his lips, and my body rolls to meet him as heat tears through my nerves. My skin buzzes with lust, and I swear my pussy actually clenches from his hand on my inner thigh alone.
I pull his face back to mine, needing his kisses like nothing else. Gunner groans as I undo his pants, and he helps me push them down. I’m impatient, needy, and I don’t want to deal with foreplay right now.
I need him inside me, fucking me hard and deep, proving that we’re still the same as we were twenty-four hours ago. Gunner groans and pushes his fingers inside me, still denying me his cock.
“Oh yes.” I pant against his mouth. “Fuck yes.”
“You don’t need to think about a damn thing, Sophie.” He promises. “We’ll take care of you.”
“I believe you.” I grind down on his fingers.
He curls them inside me, and I bite my lip hard until Gunner steals my mouth again. He softens every concern with his tongue, but those wicked fingers of his are going to be the death of me. The way he brings me to the edge just to deny me an orgasm has me insane. I burn with need.
I roll us over and push Gunner into the bed. “I need you. Now.”
“Now, now?” He asks with a smirk. “Have me.”
I nod and grip his cock, stroking him once just to watch that cocky smile drop from his face. It’s replaced by a need that matches my own. Desire churns in his eyes until he grabs my hips and lowers me down over his cock.
Gripping his shoulders, I roll my hips on him. I feel every delicious, long inch of him fill me. My lips part, and I roll my hips again, dragging my nails down his chest. This feels good, right, familiar.
I pant as I bounce and ride him. Gunner kisses across my neck. “You’re a goddess, Sophie. A damn woodland nymph.”
Grabbing his jaw, I kiss him hard and deep, taking everything I can get from him. Gunner groans and rolls us, holding himself above me as he fucks me. I meet every thrust, grinding against him, making him mine over and over again.
God, he feels good, his chest brushing mine, his hand stroking down my side before his fingers dig deep into my thigh. I wrap a leg around him, jerking him even closer. Any space between us is too much.
His forehead rests on mine as he fucks me. He grabs my hand and holds it above my head. “You’re fucking beautiful. Perfect. Mine.”
“Yours.” I agree, stealing a kiss before the orgasm claims me.
There’s no slow burn with Gunner. There’s no build-up. Just the release that makes me dizzy and high at the same time. He groans and pounds me harder. My pussy tightens around him, so he feels even bigger inside me, hits even deeper at this new angle as he adjusts my hips against him.
One orgasm tumbles into a second one until Gunner jerks out of me and comes across my belly. We pant as we stare at each other. He swallows, then slowly leans forward, ignoring the mess on my stomach, to kiss me again.
His fingers knot in my hair as he licks into my mouth, sucks my bottom lip, teases me with the ghost of his breath across my lips. “Let’s clean up, okay?”
“Okay.” I agree, not sure if no is even an option for me right now.
We wash off in the shower, and Gunner slaps my ass twice with a naughty smile. I swat at his hand when he goes for the third one. “What happened to all that gentle stuff?”
“Well, once I saw it jiggle, I couldn’t resist.” He tugs me back against him, rubbing my belly, then slipping his hand between my legs. “You’re still wet for me, sweets.”
I nod and rub my pussy against his fingers. “Wet and eager.”
He groans and fucks me with his fingers, pumping them deep inside me before curling right at my g-spot. His thumb rubs my clit as he whispers in my ear. “You’re amazing, Sophie. I love kissing you. I love making you come. I love teasing you.”