Page 20 of Gunner
“Please don’t go,” I said, sitting up too quickly, causing me to wince a little bit.
“Are you okay?”
“I think so. My shoulder is just stiff.”
“Probably from the accident. Here, let me,” he said, turning me around, so my back was facing his front.
I felt his hand squeeze my shoulder and sighed. “That’s nice.”
Gunner put his hand on my other shoulder.
“What, this?” he asked, giving them both a simultaneous squeeze.
God, I didn’t realize how sore I was.
“Mmm,” I moaned again, my eyes closing. “Yes.”
He lifted me slightly, so my head fell back, then put his thumbs on my neck and applied pressure. Oh, fuck. His hands felt amazing as he massaged my neck, letting his fingers dig into my shoulders.
“You’re good at this,” I said, not wanting him to stop.
“I’m alright,” he muttered. “Don’t enjoy seeing you in pain.”
“I’m enjoying this.”
He chuckled. “What else do you enjoy, babydoll?”
I thought about that for a second.
What did I like? No one really ever asked me that before. I liked his hands massaging me. I liked motorcycles. I loved learning about them. I also enjoyed helping my dad work on them. Some of the best memories I had were just me and my dad in the garage tinkering around with his bike.
His fingers dug deeper into my skin, and I groaned.
Oh yeah, I really, really enjoyed being touched by Gunner.
“Babydoll?”
“I like it when you call me babydoll,” I whispered. “And I like when you touch me.”
He moved his palms down my arms as I leaned back against him.
Ever so slowly, his hands moved lightly across my chest.
“I like touching you, too,” he growled, his hands coming to a stop just above my breasts.
It would be so easy to give them a brush.
“We can’t do this, babydoll,” he muttered, holding me close as he nuzzled the side of my neck.
“Please don’t stop.”
Gunner slid his hands back to my arms, sliding them up to my shoulders, giving them a squeeze.
“Your dad will kill me.”
“He doesn’t have to know,” I whispered, turning my face towards his. Our mouths, a mere millimeter apart.
“Please,Cord.”