Page 39 of Gunner

Compelled my ass. That nosey fucker was just looking to stir up shit and considering he’s been the one in hot water lately, he just wanted to save his own ass.

Well, two could play this game.

“Where is she?”

“I left her at your place,” Scribe sighed before chuckling. “Oh, and I left you something on the kitchen counter. If you don’t understand the instructions, call me. I’ll draw you a diagram.”

Hanging up the phone, I started my bike and headed up the mountain.

“Sarah!” I shouted, walking in my front door.

The entire ride up the mountain, all I could think about was getting to Sarah. I needed to talk to her. To explain that what she saw last night was innocent.

Searching the bedrooms, there was no sign of her.

Where the fuck was she?

Returning to the living room, I saw the door to the garage open.

Walking past the kitchen, I spotted a bag on the counter. Remembering what Scribe said, I grabbed the bag and opened it.

“What the hell?” I muttered, taking out the box and reading. “Early response pregnancy test.” Dropping the box as if it burned me, I stood staring at it, my hands shaking.

Fuck me. How could I have forgotten that already?

We didn’t use a condom.

She wasn’t on the pill.

Bending over, I inspected the box as if it contained Ebola, as I read the writing under the name. “Designed to detect HCG as early as6 days before your missed period?”

I shivered as my heart started racing.

Looking in the bag again for the punch line, I saw a note along with a box of condoms. Reaching for the note, all I saw was a drawing of a smiley face with the words, good luck asshole, written in chicken scratch under the colorful drawing.

Balling up the note, I silently cursed Scribe to hell and back, praying that someone ripped his arms from his body before they inflicted his dick with fleas!

Picking the pregnancy test up, I carefully laid it on the counter and headed for the garage.

The second I walked into the hot space, I stopped dead in my tracks. There, leaning over the front end of the bike I was building from scratch, stood Sarah in a pair of very short shorts, her hips lightly moving back and forth. Her long-trimmed legs were bare. The white tank she wore stuck to her skin, as there was no AC in the garage. Her hair pulled up into a high pony, swayed as her body shook and shimmied to the tunes drumming in her ears.

Leaning against the doorjamb, I watched in rapt attention as the woman who, not even twenty-four hours ago, had my dick begging for more, arch her back slowly, rising to her full height. With a socket wrench in her hand, used as a microphone, she sang, “And then you put your arms around me, and we tumble to the ground and then you say...”

Covering my mouth, I watched as Sarah danced and sang as she tightened a bolt on my bike. It was hands down one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen.

A smoking hot woman bent over my bike.

Fuck yeah. I was officially in love.

God, she was perfect.

Feeling my phone vibrate, I took it out of my cut and saw I had a new text.

Venom: Scribe knows??? WTF?

Me: Yeah. Fucker told Sugar. Pyro also knows. Saw us at the lake.

Venom: I’ll kill him! I knew I should have shaved his head instead!