Page 17 of Gunner

I was freaking awesome.

Everyone who knew me loved me.

He couldn’t protect his daughter forever.

Hell, he couldn’t even stop some fucktard from hitting her and yet, I was the threat.

Fuck that and fuck him!

I may be a man whore, but I would never hit a woman.

Getting on my bike, I started it up and revved the engine. Backing out of my spot, I gunned it, kicking up dirt and rocks in my wake.

“Gunner!” I heard King yell my name, as I peeled out of the compound. Fuck this shit. Whatever he wanted now could fucking wait. He dropped a bomb in my lap, and I needed time.

How the fuck was I supposed to investigate the matter without talking to Sarah? All I knew about the woman was that she was a former college student in some school in Rhode Island. That was it. That and she was supposed to be in fucking Europe, not in Rosewood, making my life harder than it already was.

I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew I needed to get the fuck out of dodge for a little bit. I needed to clear my head and get the succulent vixen out of my system.

I could still feel her in my arms. Smell her intoxicating scent. When she looked me in the eye after the accident. I wanted so much to make all her worries go away. The need to protect her and wrap her in my arms forever rode me hard. I’d never felt that way about anyone before. It felt strange, but right.

I’d been with many women in my life. Some longer than others, but none of them held a candle to Sarah. Never would. Though I played a good game, I knew she was it for me.

She was mine.

My only. The one woman I would do anything for.

And she was off fucking limits.

Revving my engine, I pushed my bike harder, faster, needing the adrenaline pumping into my veins. I didn’t care where I was going, as long as it was away from my brother, the town, Mike, away from everything.

Maybe if I rode long enough, I could ride her out of my system.

It was dark when I slowed to a stop at the lake.

I didn’t know why I came here, but I knew it was better than going home. I wasn’t ready to talk to anyone, especially King, who had been blowing up my phone since I left.

Whatever the problem was, he could deal with it.

Parking my bike, I got off and strolled towards the lake.

The moon was bright tonight. The blackness of the lake glowed under its light and as if I imagined her into reality, from the depths of the lake rose Sarah.

Wearing absolutely nothing, she ambled to the waters’ edge, her hands in her hair, combing it back. Her full breast swayed. Her nipples were taut as the cool night’s air kissed her skin.

Holy mother of God!

I couldn’t move.

I didn’t know what to do.

Did I turn around and leave?

Did I let her know I was here?

My dick, on the other hand, knew exactly what to do.

It was up and ready to play.