Chapter Thirty Charlie

“I feel cheated.”

I was back in Ohio, lying in our bed, and by ours, I meant Gunner’s and mine. We had been back for about a week, and we were cuddling after we’d just finished making sweet love. Gunner wouldn't call it that. He’d say we were fucking hard, but it didn't matter what he called it, or how rough it was, it was always love to me, and no matter how hard it was, it was always sweet.

My back was to his front. He had a leg thrown over mine and he was lightly kissing the scars on my back. It was something I found he did quite often, but I wasn't sure if it was for him, or if it was for me. Nonetheless, anytime his lips were on me, it was good.

‘Why do you feel cheated? You got yours a few times, babe.”

I sighed. I wasn't talking about that. I turned to face him, not sure why my mind went here, but it did. “I wish Hades hadn’t shot him. I wish it was me. I feel like he robbed me of that, and I deserved to get to do it after everything he put me through.”

Gunner studied my face, “I’m not sorry.”

I looked at him questioningly.

“You kill a man, that stays with you. You hold on to it, even when it’s deserved, some part of your soul knows you took that from someone. I don't wish that on you. Glad it was Hades and not you,babe. Saying that though, I wish it was me I also wish we knew what the hell happened to my sister.”

“I’m sorry. Now, I feel bad. You’re right. I shouldn't be glad he’s dead, knowing you have a sister out there, and not knowing what she’s been through. I’ve been thinking about my time there.”

“Mouse,” he said exasperatedly because he hated when I thought about my time there. I couldn't help it though, it happened and I was still working through it. Knowing Enrico was dead helped.

“I know, but hear me out. That day that he took me to a restaurant,” Gunner growled, he knew which day I was talking about. I placed my hand on his chest to calm him down. “I remembered something.” This peaked his interest and he raised a brow. “We were walking down a hall. I wasn’t allowed to lift my head, but I remember that there was a woman who banged on her door and asked him to let her out. He ignored her, but the more I think about it, what if she was your sister? She was upstairs, not in the dungeons with me, and the woman spoke to him with more familiarity than he’d ever allow me to have.”

“That’s good info, babe. Maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s her. Ace has been searching some sex-ring internet sites and has been reaching out to contacts, but I’ll tell him this. Maybe it will lead to her. It’s good, Mouse.”

I knew how this weighed on Gunner. We’d talked about everything from that night and what we concluded, after finding out that Hades and Enrico were actually brothers, was that Gunner’s sister had been living with Enrico. We didn't know for how long or why, but we were going to find out.

He cupped my cheeks and kissed me, then said, “I’ve been thinking about this revenge thing.”

“It’s not a revenge thing. You act like I want to go all vigilante,” I laughed.

“I’m thinking one of the strippers you used to work with set you up. Past shit’s been rolling through my head too, and I’m pretty sure that I remember Enrico handing a blonde money the night you were drugged.”

“Skye,” I whispered her name. She was such a bitch. I shook my head, “No, Gunner. I want to move on from that place. I don't think we can move on from the past, if we keep looking back. As fucked up as it is that she had something to do with it, she couldn't have really known how dangerous he was.”

“You’re too nice.”

“No, I just know that we’ve got much more to look forward to then all the shit we’ve got behind us.

“God, I fucking love you.” He kissed me hard.

I kissed him back with such ferocity. That’s how it was with us. Sometimes, it was soft, and other times, it was like, even though we just had each other, we were desperate to have one another.

“I was just inside of you, but you make me so goddamn hard every fucking time you kiss me.”

“Gunner,” I sighed his name as his fingers found my already wet clit and began circling.

“Turn around.” I did as he said and quickly rolled away from him. “Grab your tits.” I did that too. “Good. now play with those fucking perfect nips.”

“So bossy,” I laughed.

“You love it,” he said and pushed inside of me from behind. Oh, but I did love it. His long thick cock slid deeply inside of me and I was already so sensitive from cumming from our last bout that I let out a loud moan.

“That’s right. Take my cock.” He pushed in with such vigor and then pulled out again. One hand of his was placed over my back and he did this every time he saw me from this position. My skin was too fragile to be tattooed on, but as soon as I could, I knew I’d be getting the Bleeding Scars MC tat on me. I let go of my nipples. I was already becoming lost in us. I grabbed the sheets in front of me in a tight fist as he continued to pump in and out of me.

He gave me a few hard strokes, slid out of me, moved me to my stomach, then grabbed my hips so they were raised slightly and began fucking me so deeply from behind, I felt it to my very core.

“Fuck,” I panted, “Yes!”

He slowed and rubbed my asshole with his fingers, then pushed one in. He began fucking my ass with his finger and fucking my pussy with his beautiful dick, and it was marvelous.

I came, and then once I was done, he added another finger, and fucked me even harder until I came again. I could feel his hard body slapping against mine as his speed increased and I knew he was close.

“Yes, baby. Give it to me,” I shouted, loving the way he felt when he came inside of me.

A full minute later, he removed his fingers, flexed his arms on each side of my body and rode me until he came so hard, he too roared out in pleasure.

He collapsed on top of me, then pulled me back to the position we started in; my back to his front. “Marry me,” he whispered.

I laughed, “I already said yes.”

“I mean today. Let’s not wait. I don't want to wake up another morning with you not being my wife.”

I again turned towards him, searching his eyes. In those beautiful amber eyes with flecks of greens and browns, I saw the boy I used to watch from my window. With his tattooed arms wrapped around me, I saw the man he had become, the man who I knew would do anything to make me happy and keep me safe.