Gunnin' for You (Rolling Thunder series Book 4) (8 page)

Gunnar squeezed Emma and held her against his body.  

“Hey, you gonna neck on the sidewalk all day, or can we get going?”

Gunnar chuckled and looked down at Emma. “I guess Uncle Dayton is a little anxious to get moving. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. I didn’t mean to get all maudlin on you. It’s been a great day, Gunnar. Thank you.”

She squeezed him again then pulled back, her brows furrowed.

“Are you…do you carry a gun?”

He raised his brows then furrowed them in confusion.

“I just felt something hard when we hugged. Do you?”

He chuckled first then said, “Yes. We all carry.” Extending his arm toward his family. “All the time. Does it bother you?”

“No. I just haven’t noticed it before.”

“Last night we were out and I thought I might have a drink or two. That’s the exception. We don’t carry if we drink. It’s against the law and it isn’t safe.”

“Okay. Thank you for being safe.”

“Always. And if you think you want to learn to shoot, Ryder has been teaching Molly and she’s going to get her concealed carry soon. You could to. Up to you. Okay?”

”Okay.”

The ride back ended far sooner than Emma liked. They were welcomed into Jeremiah and Joci’s house and offered drinks as soon as they hit the kitchen.  Gunnar, still holding Emma’s hand, pulled her to the back of the house to Maddie’s room to take a peek at her.  She was sound asleep, but Gunnar bent down and kissed her little cheek as she slept.  He adjusted her blanket and felt her head to make sure she wasn’t cold. Emma grinned, watching him take care of his little sister. As he stood, he noticed Emma’s expression.

“I can’t help it. I just love touching her and holding her. As soon as Mom found out she was pregnant, well, once we knew she wasn’t going to lose her, I kept dreaming about her. I was excited to have a sister.”

Emma stepped forward and wrapped her hands around Gunnar’s arm and leaned her forehead against his bicep. “I know what you mean. When Ashley called me to tell me she was having a baby, I couldn’t wait for him to arrive. I was freaked out as we were walking into the hospital and I was in the room when he was born, which freaked me out even more. But as soon as I saw him and held him, I was in love.”

Gunnar looked down at Emma; his heartbeat kicked up and his nostrils flared. Having her near him, touching him, and sharing her feelings about her nephew, made his stomach flip and his breathing stagger.

Emma looked up into his eyes. She stood on her toes and wrapped her palm around the back of his neck and pulled him down gently to her lips and kissed him. It was the first time she had initiated a kiss.  His lips formed a smile as he kissed her, which caused her to smile in return. They both started giggling. Gunnar raised his forefinger to his lips and whispered, “Shh.”

Chapter Ten

After dinner, they hugged and thanked his family, and climbed on his bike to leave. Gunnar looked back at Emma and asked, “Are you tired, Emma?”

Tired?  She had had her legs wrapped around his hips all day, smelling him, feeling him, touching him. No, tired was not what she was.

“No. Are you? Did you need me to drive?”

Gunnar burst out laughing. “No one drives my bike, babe. Not even you.”

Emma was, once again, taken in by how beautiful he was when he laughed. And that didn’t even take into account how his dark hair and light blue eyes took her breath away. “Okay,” she said, “just checking.”

“Climb on.”

Emma climbed on the back of his bike, slid her arms around his waist, and gave him a squeeze to let him know she was ready.  She heard him chuckle and start the bike. They didn’t ride far before they pulled up to a dark house. Gunnar reached into the bag on the handlebars and pushed a button on a remote, opening the garage door. He drove the bike into the garage and hit the button again to close them in.

He climbed off the bike and pulled Emma into the house by her hand. They stepped into the kitchen and Gunnar flipped on the lights. Emma smiled when she took in the oak cabinets and hardwood floors. The kitchen’s muted lighting cast a soft glow over the granite counters and rested on the stainless canisters neatly standing next to the stove of the same metal. Nothing was out of place, and it was warm and inviting. The French doors leading to what Emma suspected was a deck were dark without sunlight shining through. A table sat just before them displaying four sage green placemats—one for each chair tucked in under the table.

“I’m going to take a stab at this and say you live here.”

Gunnar smiled. “Yup. JT and I live here. Ryder used to, but as soon as he met Molly, he was gone.”

“I never would have guessed bachelors would have such a neat and clean house.”

“Well, it was my mom’s and my house before she met Jeremiah.  So, we can’t take credit for the decorating.  She came over and made sure we had a pleasant place to live. JT and I keep it clean, mostly because we’re both afraid of Mom.”

They laughed at the thought of little Joci striking fear into those two big boys. Abruptly, Gunnar grabbed Emma around the waist and pulled her close.

“I need you.” His voice was gruff and raspy.

Emma’s throat was thick with emotion. “I need you, too.”

Gunnar wasted no time.  He bent down and picked Emma up into his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He hit the light switch with his elbow, laid her on the bed, and went back to close the door. When he turned to look at her, Emma was lying on her side, leaning on her elbow watching him.

“What about JT coming home? Won’t he know we’re here?”

“Yes. He’ll know we’re here, but his bedroom is at the other end of the house and he won’t bother us.”

“Do you have to hang a tie on the doorknob or something?”

Gunnar chuckled. “No. He’ll just know. He’s been with us all day, Emma; he’ll know.”

“Oh,” she whispered.

Gunnar walked toward the bed and sat on the edge.  He watched her eyes as he opened her wrap sweater.  He could see her nipples beaded up under her cami.  So…fucking…sexy.  He ran his hands over her breasts and stopped with his thumbs over her nipples. Emma reached up and pulled the bandana off her head. As Gunnar’s thumbs roved over her taut peaks, she reached back and pulled her braid forward, never taking her eyes away from him. He switched between looking at her breasts and looking into her chocolate brown eyes. She watched him as she fingered the braid out of her hair. As soon as she had her hair loosened, she ran her hands through it and fanned it across the bed.

Gunnar sucked in a breath at the sight before him. He slid his hands down to the bottom of her cami and pulled it up over her head. The little piece of lace covering her breasts was so damn sexy. He ran his fingers over the swell at the edge of the lace.  Light blue against the color of her skin, it was the prettiest color he had ever seen. As he looked closer, he saw the front clasp on her bra and slid his forefinger under and snapped it open.  Using both hands to pull it wide, he bent his head and captured a nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it before sucking it deep.

Emma whimpered at the feel of his tongue on her breast.  He sucked her nipple into his mouth, causing her breath to catch.  His other hand massaged her other breast until he could lavish his full attention on it.  Emma’s hands plunged into Gunnar’s hair.  She felt the elastic band holding his hair back and pulled at it, releasing and fingering it until it fell forward over his shoulders.

“So beautiful,”  she whispered as she watched his hair move across her breasts.  She wiggled her fingers into his hair and fisted it against his scalp, pulling him into her and holding his head at her chest.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, Emma.  Seriously.”

Gunnar began kissing down her stomach, stopping to swirl his tongue in her belly button and continued the journey down until he reached the waistband of her jeans.  His eyes caught writing on her side and he lifted his head and looked at the side of her ribs on the left.  He saw a beautiful tattoo, cursive writing that read, ‘The pain you feel today, will be the strength you feel tomorrow.’  He lifted his eyes to Emma’s.  His forefinger traced along the tattoo as he swallowed to moisturize his throat. “It’s beautiful.”

Emma smiled as she watched his face.  He leaned forward and kissed the tattoo as his fingers opened the button and lowered the zipper to her jeans.  He saw the same light blue lace covering the flesh he really wanted in his mouth.  Standing, he pulled her jeans down her legs and watched her watching him.  He began pulling his shirt over his head and smirked when he heard Emma suck in a breath.

She muttered, “Wow.”  

Gunnar unbuttoned his jeans and smiled as Emma lifted her back off the bed and rested on her elbows.  His eyes roved over her body, taking in the total package.  And what a package it was. Her creamy skin was unmarred and perfect. Her full breasts strained toward him, her nipples pointed his way. Her narrow waist softly curved into her hips, creating an hourglass shape. As his eyes raked down her body, she slowly opened her thighs, giving him a full view.  He hissed and lowered the zipper on his jeans as relief rushed in at releasing the pressure that he had felt most of the day. Eager to get them off, he pushed them down and let them fall to the floor in a heap.  He stepped out of his jeans and looked into Emma’s eyes as he rubbed his cock a few times over his boxer briefs.

“Oh, God,” he heard her whisper.  Grinning, he never took his eyes from hers.

He hooked his thumbs in his boxer briefs and pulled them down. Emma’s eyes went straight to his enlarged cock.  It was beautiful, thick, full, long, and so damn sexy. She couldn’t wait to have him in her.  Her tongue peeked out of her mouth and licked her lips as she watched him slowly run his hand up and down his turgid erection. He squeezed the head and a little bead of moisture formed at the opening.  His thumb swiped over the pre-cum and swirled it around the head, causing it to glisten in the light.

“Do you like the way this looks, babe?”

“God, yes.”  Emma licked her lips again.

“Are you imagining what it’s going to feel like pushing into you?”

Emma had to swallow to moisten her throat. “Yes.”

Without warning, Gunnar reached up and pulled the lacy panties from Emma’s body, ripping them off her. He climbed up the foot of the bed, pushing her legs open wider with his knees so she was completely spread beneath him.

“Lie back and let me enjoy eating you, Emma.”

Whimpering, she fell back.  His tongue dipped inside of her and journeyed up to find her clit, swollen and hot.  He pulled it between his lips and flicked it with his tongue. Emma mewled and pushed her hips into his face.  

Gunnar grabbed her hips, “Easy, babe.  Let me love you.”

Too much.  It was too much. After this whole day of all the touching and holding and the bike and the vibration and the wind; this was too much.  She could feel her orgasm blossom and grow.  Her skin was hot and flushed and her breathing was staggered and shallow.  She couldn’t pull a full breath into her lungs if she wanted. Emma’s legs started quivering and her hands shook.

“Gunnar. I…”

Gunnar continued licking her clit and sucking it into his mouth.  He applied pressure with his lips and slid a finger inside of her.  He hooked his finger up and pumped in and out a few times until he felt her tighten and spasm. As soon as he felt her orgasm, he climbed up her body and positioned the head of his cock at her opening. He looked into her eyes as he rolled his hips to push into her.  

“Oh my God.  Gunnar…”

He pulled out and pushed in farther, seating himself fully inside her. As soon as his balls hit her ass, he groaned and froze where he was. He watched her face and saw such passion, heat, openness in her; it was like a knife to the gut. It took his breath away.

“Jesus,” he huffed out.

Gunnar began moving, slowly at first, pulling out to the head and pushing back in. He never took his eyes from her face and she never took her eyes from his. He slid in and out, using a sweet, slow rhythm that allowed him to feel the lips of her pussy sliding along his cock.  She was tight, gripping his cock in the wet heat of her pussy. When he pulled out of her, it felt like her pussy was trying to suck him back in. Exquisite. He began pulsing into her harder and faster, unable to stop the clawing need to fill her.

Emma’s hips met his each time, loving the feel of him pushing into her, touching her in places no one had ever touched before.  She felt full, stretched as far as she could stretch, and she could feel every inch of him as he slid through her entrance.

“I need you close, babe.”

“Yes. I’m close.  I’m…”

Emma stiffened as her pussy quivered and coated his cock with her honey.  Gunnar groaned as he felt the wetness cover him, making his thrusts easier.  He could feel her walls spasm around him, massaging him in the most erotic way. Another thrust and Gunnar pushed in hard and froze balls deep as he released himself inside of her. Each spurt felt like relief as the pressure lessened and Emma’s body cradled his. He dropped down onto her breasts as his arms slid under her shoulders to cradle her in his arms. He laid his head on the mattress as his breathing began to slow.

Emma wrapped her arms around Gunnar’s waist and closed her eyes. That was incredibly and unbelievably hot! She didn’t know how to describe it, but there was no comparison.  Never in her life, had sex felt like…that.

Gunnar lifted his head.  He kissed her ear, her jaw, her cheek, and finally her lips. His kiss was slow, sweet, and oh so tender. His tongue was gentle as he slipped it into her mouth and gently swirled it around, mating with her tongue, tasting every inch of her mouth. He finished with two very light kisses to her lips.

Resting his forehead on hers, he whispered, “Please tell me you’re on birth control.”

Emma giggled, causing her chest to wiggle under his body.  “Yes. I’m on birth control.”

Gunnar held her tight as he rolled to the side, bringing her with him so they both lie facing each other.  He pulled out of her at the same time, causing him to expel a breath at the feel of it.