Page 26 of Gunner

Pulling into the parking lot, I parked my bike, noticing two other familiar bikes.

Fucking great.

Pocketing my keys, I walked inside and instantly wished I’d chosen the bowling alley.

“Where the fuck have you been, asshole?” Holly marched over, pointing her finger at my chest. “I’ve been calling and texting all damn day!”

“Not tonight, Holly,” I growled, sidestepping the irate woman. I’d completely forgotten about Holly.

Fuck. I really needed to end it with her.

Her clinginess was grating my nerves. She was already talking about me moving in with her.

That would never happen.

Taking a seat at the bar, I looked at Scribe and held up one finger. My brother nodded, grabbing a pint, before pulling the lever, filling the glass with the house beer on tap.

Handing it to me, he asked, “You okay, Gunner?”

Fuck no! I just fucked a virgin. Didn’t use a condom, and she isn’t on birth control. I am so not fucking fine!

But I couldn’t tell him that.

I couldn’t tell anyone that.

Taking a big swig, I lied. “I am now.”

Looking over my shoulder, I spotted Holly over in the corner talking with some of her girlfriends. All of them giving me the stink eye. I could only imagine what they were telling her.

Funny thing was it was probably all true.

Fuck, I knew it was.

I was the resident fuck-up. The one ready and willing for a good time. I wasn’t good for anything but a quick fuck or roll in the hay. Hell, two of her friends, I bagged not even four months ago.

I’d bet good money they didn’t tell her that.

Man, that was a wild night. Two for the price of one.

Not that it mattered anymore. In fact, just thinking about that night kinda made me sick to my stomach. Which was odd, because I was all about the ladies.

Yet one time with Sarah and none of them mattered anymore. It was as if my dick found itsmate and no one else mattered. How the fuck was that possible? I liked Sarah. I like her a lot, but could I stay with one woman for the rest of my life?

I got rid of that thought fast.

I wasn’t a one-woman man. Never was. I liked Sarah. Really liked her, but the tiger couldn’t change its stripes. While I knew our sexual chemistry was off the charts, that didn’t mean I was ready to hand her my balls.

Nope. I liked my balls right where they were.

Besides, I had bigger problems on my plate.

Like how I was going to look King, Mike and Beth in the eyes, knowing I just went to pound town with the young and totally fuckable Sarah.

I was going to need a few more beers to figure that one out.

I wasn’t good at lying. Never was.

Apparently, I had one of those faces. You know, the ones that showed everything I was thinking and feeling.