Under the Gun (CEP Book 3) (4 page)

God!

Slipping her hands inside his jacket to push it off, she felt something strange and looked up at him in confusion. When he removed his jacket his shoulders shook at seeing her eyes got big because holy moly! he was wearing a holster which held a humongous gun under one of his arms. Yikes!

But, damn, that just made him look even sexier.

Quinn was used to seeing Tilly’s brother Jeff carrying a gun because he was a cop, but seeing Gunner with one was just, well, all kinds of hot. She watched in awe as he took off the holster placing it and the gun on top of her coat on the chair, which inexplicably triggered all kinds of heat inside her and she was back to hurriedly unbuckling his belt, chuckling inwardly because, by God, if anything, she was goddamned goal-oriented.

But all her efforts came to a halt because when she’d made her way up and was working on the buttons of his shirt, he pushed her hands away, dropped to his knees and having gotten her skirt up and around her hips, he groaned when he took in the white lacy thong she wore. His heated eyes rose to hers as he yanked it down her legs and off. Then grabbing her behind her thighs, he ordered, “Back to the wall.” Looking up at her with blazing blue eyes he put first one then her other leg over his shoulders, making her gasp as her hands hit the wall trying to steady herself at being held solely by his hand on her ass. He gave her a wicked smirk and praised, “Such a pretty pussy, baby,” before burying his tongue deep inside making her cry out.

God!

God!

Her head fell back against the wall, eyes closed and mouth open as he kissed, licked, sucked, and, holy shit, it felt so good and she felt her climax building, was almost there, not able to help her legs sliding down to hang over his arms at the elbow because they were quivering so badly, when he abruptly pulled away making her head snap forward to look down at him.

What the hell?

She knew the look on her face was nearing incredulous but she couldn’t help herself as she pleaded, “Don’t fucking stop!” which got her a sexy half-smirk from him.

Gah!

He’d already unhooked his arms from under her knees, letting her feet drop to the floor where she stood on shaky legs as he himself rose. Still smirking, he reached for his jacket on the chair and pulling his wallet from the inside pocket, got a condom out. She was breathing heavily, using the wall to hold herself up as she watched him shift his pants and boxer briefs down his hips then his large hand pulled out his thick, lengthy cock and rolled on the condom which made her eyebrows go up.

Holy cow.

When her eyes met his, he leaned down and murmured in her ear, “Gonna fuck you now, Quinn. You ready?”

Before she could even nod, he picked her up making her legs circle his waist and slammed up inside her so hard her head flew back, her mouth opened and eyes rolling as she cried out.

Dear God.

He began sliding smoothly in and out and murmured throatily, “Is this what you wanted, baby?”

Fuck yes, it was what she wanted. What she’d always imagined it would be. And he felt so good. So big, filling all of her and she never wanted it to stop. But as she felt her body moving toward her climax yet again something ridiculous happened. Her stupid competitive edge in her took hold, the one that had been hurt when he’d turned her down for coffee, and she suddenly blurted out a challenge, “Is this all you’ve got?”

He stopped his movement and she watched as his eyes narrowed then he blinked languidly which felt as if he was sizing her up, trying to figure out her angle. Then one side of his mouth lifted. “You sure you know what you’re asking for?”

Now it was her turn to curl her lip—even though she didn’t know what the fuck she was doing. “Bring it on, baby.”

And holy God. He totally brought it.

His face held amusement for just a moment before it turned serious then he crushed his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss as his thrusts began again, pounding, hard and deep. Pulling back from the kiss, his eyes never leaving hers, he moved his hand between them to where his thumb pressed into her clit causing her to suck in a breath.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice throaty and then his thumb was gone. “No. Don’t… stop…” she panted.

He drove up inside her a few times then his thumb was back, circling, making her legs quake around him.

“Yes,” she whispered feeling that she was right there, just about ready to explode.

Then he removed his thumb again.

Shit!

His thrusts now were calculated, keeping her just on the edge but not quite taking her over. His thumb came back but was gone again and when she begged, “Oh, Gunner, please!” he gave her a provocative grin and it hit her.

He was playing with her! He was actually seeing if she
could
handle it!

Smug bastard.

Well, she could play this game just as well.

Her foggy brain hoped.

“Bedroom,” she immediately commanded on an exhale, pointing a finger toward her room from an arm thrown over his shoulder.

He grinned but did her bidding, carrying her, buried balls deep inside her, to her bedroom. Once there, he lifted her off him and setting her on the bed, proceeded to help her undress. When she reached for her shoes, he growled, “Those stay on.”

Well, all right then.

Using all the body control she could, she went up on her knees and undid the rest of the buttons she’d missed on his shirt pulling it down off his broad shoulders and watching it fall to the floor. As he reached both hands behind his head to grab the collar of his undershirt and tug it off, she looked on with lust at his chiseled abs and chest, and good fucking yes, a tattoo on his upper arm she couldn’t quite see, before taking his hard, jutting cock in her hand and stroking it making him groan.

“Lie back, babe,” he stated, his voice now gravelly. She did as she was told and watched while he removed his boots and pants, then stood bare before her, his hard body looking all hot and muscle-y and sculpted. Damn. He put a knee to the bed right before his large body completely covered her smaller one, and leaning down to press his lips to hers he said against them, “Wrap your legs around me.”

And, God, was she going to keep up this power play? Why, yes, yes she was. Ergh.

“No, you turn over, honey,” she answered, pushing at his shoulders for him to do as she asked.

She felt him smile against her lips then saw a twinkle in his eye as he allowed her to push him to his back.

Ugh. She wanted to roll her eyes but she reminded herself it was for her own self-preservation.

Get your guarded thoughts out of the bedroom, dumbass! Remember: You
love
sex! You can do this!

Eschewing herself of anything other than sexy thinking, she kissed her way down his hard chest over his rippled abs then taking his cock in her hand whispered, “Now
I’m
gonna bring it, honey,” before sinking slowly down onto him. Keeping her eyes on his, she slid up, losing him for a moment before gliding right back down onto him, her hand moving behind her touching his balls lightly and she heard him let out a throaty groan. His hands slid up and his fingers gripped her thighs hard and she knew she had the power now.

As she moved on him, she moved a hand in to work her clit and felt his fingers clench even more tightly on her thighs as he hissed out a
Fuck!

And, God, she liked this. Liked that she was in charge of things. In charge of her…feelings.

But just as she got a good rhythm going, her breaths coming faster as her orgasm built, she was suddenly jerked up under her arms and found herself now straddling his face.

“Fucking gorgeous pussy, baby,” he muttered before giving her a deep kiss which made her slam her hands against the wall to balance herself.

Holy fucking fuck.

He just kept one-upping her.

And she couldn’t say she didn’t like it. Yet still…her heart…

But that was the last thing on her mind when he sucked her in, his fingers pressing inside her, making her breathing turn even faster, harder, and oh, God, it was building, her thighs quaking, and she knew it was going to be big. Huge. Monumental.

And then she was there, and it
was
huge if her scream was any proof.

Jesus. Fuck!

Gunner made his way out from under her then was behind her and she cried out again as he drove up inside her, her climax still going strong as she clamped down hard on him, pulsing all around his hard length, her fingers going rigid, digging into the wall.

“That’s it, baby. Fucking love that,” he whispered in her ear moving a hand to cup her breast, his thumb and finger rolling her nipple, while his other moved down to splay across her stomach holding her tightly to him as he continued thrusting in deep.

And damn it, she was done. She’d lost the battle. Or had she won. She didn’t really know at this point.

But with his strong body at her back, his hands on her, his cock inside of her, all of him possessing all of her she finally gave in.

And when she felt his body go tense against her back, his hips pistoning hard several times before he buried himself deep inside her with a grunt she knew this was bad.

Oh, yeah. She was a goner all right.

The glint of a damned ray of sun hitting her in the eye woke Quinn and she squinted before flopping onto her other side to get away from it.

That’s when she realized she was alone.

The bed was empty and she listened for any sounds that Gunner was still there but heard nothing. Huh.

He’d left without saying goodbye.

She turned to lay on her back thinking about last night and all that’d happened between them and she came to one conclusion: He was good. Damned good.

After their first time, she’d given into her lethargy and had fallen asleep in his arms, her back to his front only to be awakened a couple hours later by his hand between her legs, his mouth at her ear where he talked dirty to her, taking her over the edge. Then they’d just flat out fucked, seemingly going at it in every position possible, maybe even creating new ones that should be added to the Kama Sutra, which led to her coming so many times, she’d lost count.

Oh, yeah, Gunner Murphy had definitely lived up to the hype she’d created about him in her mind the past year and she tried finding the good in that but couldn’t quite pin it down.

She sighed and looked back at the side where he’d lain and seeing something on the pillow, came up on an elbow to pick up the card he’d left.

Citadel Executive Protection—Security with Integrity

Bodyguards, Surveillance, Bounty Hunting and Private Investigations

Gunner Murphy

Office (917) 555-1212

Cell (917) 555-8897

That was it. No note, no nothing. He was leaving it up to her to contact him.

She tore it in two and tossed it in the small trashcan beside her bed before turning and falling back into a fitful sleep.

Chapter 4

When Gunner walked into CEP that Saturday morning, he immediately went to get a cup of coffee then headed toward his dad’s office, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Abby, the secretary, sat up straighter and gave him a great big smile.

“Good morning, Gunner,” she said cheerfully.

Abby was a bitch, plain and simple. Even though she wasn’t rude to him—for some damned reason—everyone else who worked at CEP said she was snippy as hell to them. All he really knew about her since she’d started working there a little over a year ago was she always greeted him as if he just made her day even though he’d maybe only spoken two words to her. He wasn’t sure what her deal was. If she was crushing on him, fine, whatever, but she was wasting her time because she definitely wasn’t his type. Not that she was hard on the eyes, had this whole Snow White thing going on with her black hair, pale skin and red lips, but she was nothing he’d ever go for.

Red. Red hair was where his mind was these days which made him want to kick himself.

He grunted a good morning giving Abby a head nod—as per usual—to her wide-mouthed grin, wondering why the hell she was there on a Saturday as he continued to the office.

As if in answer to his question, she stated while nodding at his coffee cup, “That’s the dark roast that you like. I came in this morning just for you.” At his scrutinizing look she amended, “Oh! And I had to catch up on some paperwork.”

Huh. Had she actually blushed? So the Ice Queen had more than the usual emotion of
I’m a bitch and I know it
going for her. Gunner would have to let Oz know since he’d hit on her once-upon-a-time before Tilly and had always gotten the cold shoulder, and he couldn’t wait to rub this shit in his face just for the hell of it.

“Thanks,” he mumbled back to her continuing toward the office. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate that she’d got it because it was some damned good coffee; he just didn’t want to encourage her.

When Gunner walked into the office, he saw his dad standing behind his desk on his phone, so he sat in one of the chair’s in front of the desk drinking his coffee. As he listened to his dad speak, he narrowed his eyes at what he was hearing.