AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Make me yours.
Gunner grabs my other thigh and lifts it to his hip, which sends him sinking impossibly deeper into me. I gasp from the pleasure-pain that shoots through me, but I need to feel more of him. I cry out when he wraps his arms beneath my head and starts slamming into me with powerful thrusts. His deep growls merge with my pleasured cries as he makes rough and wild love to my body. The obscene sound of his skin slapping wetly against mine fills the room as he pumps violently into my pulsing sex.
“Fucking hell, baby, your pussy is a dream!” he says, his voice huskier than normal. Sweat runs down his temples as he drills his cock into me. “I’m so close, sweetheart.”
“Yes!” I cry out when Gunner slips his hand between my legs and strums the tight bundle of nerves at my core with his middle finger, which pushes me into a second orgasm with little warning. I sob as pleasure shoots through my body. My walls closing hard around his erection pull him over the edge after me.
He comes with a bellow, his body spasming as he spills his warm seed inside of me. He continues to thrust his cock into my wet sex, burying his endless seed in my womb, and the thoughtof becoming pregnant with his baby sends a warmth spreading through my body.
Gradually his movements slow until he becomes still. Finally, Gunner collapses down beside me before drawing me into his arms, and I let out a little sigh at the feel of his warm strength against my aching, satisfied body.
“Are you okay, Mila?”
“I’m . . .” My voice trails away as I search for the right words to explain what I’m feeling, but I come back empty. Happy? Content?
Christ, how do I explain a feeling I’ve never felt before? How do I even know what I am feeling has a name when I have nothing to compare it to?
I’ve felt happy before. But I’ve always been more sad than happy. Content? I am not the kind of person to complain, so I’ve always made do with what I had, but with Gunner . . . he makes me feel things I never imagined I was capable of feeling.
“I love you,” I say instead because it’s the truth. “That’s how I feel.”
My heart hammers as I wait for Gunner to say something about it being too soon to be making such promises or that he can’t love me because of who my father was.
I brace myself for the rejection, but what I get instead is a kiss to my temple and a promise.
“I love you too, pixie.”
Chapter Eight
Gunner
The call comes later in the night.
Mila and I are lying in bed when my phone starts vibrating, and I quickly grab it so I don’t wake the woman sleeping peacefully next to me, but no such luck.
“Gunner,” Mila whispers, and I try to convince her to go back to sleep as I take the phone out.
The number displayed is private, but I have a feeling I know who’s calling. I walk to the hallway to receive the call, and the second I press it to my ear, somehow, I know whatever news Luca has for me won’t be what I want to hear.
“Luca, you have answers for me?”
“It’s not good,” comes the man’s grim voice, and it's almost jarring how different it is from the cheerful man I’d met this afternoon. Well, cheerful might be a stretch, but considering Luca’s usual demeanor, he’d been practically jubilant today. The voice on the other line now is closer to the Luca I grew up with.
“Tell me everything.”
“Your girl, is she Mila Ridge?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before he goes on. “The man her stepfather promised her to is a loan shark named Bruce Crey. He’s the last person anyone would want to owe money to. The fact that Dennis went to him tells mehe is in pretty deep. Crey isn’t known to participate in human trafficking, but word on the street is that your girl is special.”
“You’re kidding, right? Why would Crey risk the potential fallout of taking a woman as payment for a debt? Surely he wouldn’t think that taking Mila is worth the risk of ending up on your radar.” Even as I say the words, bile crawls up my throat and threatens to choke me. The thought of any man, let alone someone like Crey, putting his hands on my pixie is both nauseating and infuriating. But it doesn’t make any sense. Luca and the family he works for are well known not to tolerate human trafficking in their territory. Drugs and guns, sure. But never people.
“I wondered the same thing. I did a little more digging. Apparently, Mila’s father left her a hefty trust that she’ll be able to access in a few months. Between the amount in the trust and Mila herself, it’s more than enough to settle what he owes Crey and buy the evidence he has proving Dennis is a dirty cop.”
Aah.
Everything makes sense now.
“Gunner, you know you can’t go at a man like Crey directly. But as it happens, I might have another way for you to get close to the man.”
A smirk begins to stretch my lips. I knew I could count on Luca. “What do you suggest?”
