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Every inch of her.

I’d taken her virginity.

That made her mine, right?

I thought about the many ways I wanted to fuck her in the future. I thought about making a rule that when she was with me, she would be naked, waiting and ready for me. My mind raced with thoughts about the things I could show her. What I could teach her. I imagined her on the back of my bike, naked.

Fucking her any way I wanted, everywhere.

Spanking her if she disobeyed.

All those thoughts combined had my pace picking up without consciously realizing I was doing it. Sarah moaned in rhythm to my thrusts, which were getting deeper and harder. With one last thrust, I didn’t think as I emptied my cum deep inside of her as she cried out her release.

Gasping for air, my dick shot load after load deep into her as my arms shook. Never had I had a release so bone shattering, euphoric. Resting my head against hers, I breathed deeply as the last of my cum seeped from the head of my cock. Carefully, not wanting to hurt her any more than I had, I rolled to the side, bringing her with me, as she laid her head on my chest.

Looking up at the stars, I wondered if they aligned just for me.

It was the only thing that made sense and, for the first time in my life, I didn’t want to get up and leave. I was content, happy even to lie under the stars with the most beautiful woman I’d ever met and just hold her. Closing my eyes, I planned on basking in my glory when I heard Sarah whisper, “Gunner?”

“Yeah, Babydoll.”

“What do we do now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, is this it? Do I get to see you again? Don’t you usually move on to the next woman?”

Wrapping my arms around her, I chuckled. “There isn’t another woman, Sarah. You are it for me. Got me. We will worry about the other stuff later.”

“You mean that?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Oh good, because I didn’t know how to tell you I’m not on the pill.”

My eyes snapped open.

What?!

Chapter Eight

Gunner

After making sure Sarah got home, I headed back down the mountain. I needed to think about the bomb she laid on me after I just had the best fucking sex of my life. I also needed a fucking beer and there was no way in hell I was walking into the clubhouse where King and my club brothers were.

Fuck that shit.

They’d take one look at me and see blood in the water. They’d know I did the deed and want details. Like I would ever fucking tell them, but they wouldn’t give me any peace.

Nope, I needed some place neutral.

Well, as neutral as I could get in Rosewood. It really didn’t matter where I went, because there was bound to be someone I knew and who knew me. So, I headed for the Irish Rose Tavern, the local pub-bar in town. It was that or the Rosewood Bowling Alley, where all the kids hung out.

The adults won.

The Irish Rose Tavern was my dad’s baby. Paying homage to Mom and his ancestral roots, Dad designed the tavern in the traditional Irish way, reminiscent of pubs back in Ireland. Dark Irish wood lined the walls and bar, shipped in from across the pond. Dad didn’t skimp on any detail.

Hell, the main beer on tap was good ole Guinness.