The burn of the liquor did little to dull his restlessness. He barely heard the conversation around him until a familiar voice purred at his ear.
“You look tense, Gunner.”
He turned his head slightly, finding a blonde leaning against his chair, her heavily painted lips curled into a knowing smirk. Candy. One of the club whores. She ran her fingers over his shoulder, her touch light, teasing.
“Want some help unwinding?” Candy asked.
He shook his head. “Not tonight.”
Surprise flickered across her face, but she recovered quickly, her lips pulling into a pout before she turned to another biker at the table.
“Your loss,” she said, running her nails down the guy’s chest.
Twitch, one of the newer members, grinned and pulled her onto his lap. “Guess that means I get lucky.”
Gunner barely paid attention as she giggled and whispered something in Twitch’s ear. Instead, he tipped his glass back, downing the rest of his drink.
A heavy presence settled into the empty chair beside him. Beast, the club president and Gunner’s best friend. The man was built like a damn tank, with a thick beard and sharp eyes that missed nothing.
“How’d the meeting with Razor go?” Beast asked, resting his arms on the table.
“Fine,” Gunner replied. “Shipment’s coming in next month. Should be a clean exchange.”
Beast nodded, but his gaze stayed fixed on Gunner, sharp with something else.
“What’s got you all twisted up, brother?” Beast asked.
Gunner exhaled through his nose, rolling the empty whiskey glass between his fingers. Beast knew him too damn well.
“Met someone tonight,” Gunner finally admitted.
Beast’s brows lifted slightly. “Yeah? And?”
Gunner hesitated, then muttered, “She’s different.”
Beast smirked, amused. “A woman’s a woman, Gunner. Whatever hold you think she has on you, it’ll pass,” Beast pointed out.
Gunner wasn’t so sure. He didn’t say that, though. Just grunted and signaled for another drink.
Later that night, alone in his room at the clubhouse, he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, the low hum of voices and music from downstairs fading into the background. He slept nude as he usually did. Sleep did not come easy.
His mind drifted back to Dawn—her laugh, the way she’d looked at him with both wariness and curiosity. Gunner pictured her naked and at his complete mercy. He curled his fingers over his dick and began to stroke.
He could see her on his bed, imagine the generous swell of her breasts, her gorgeous body and the tempting valley between her legs. Gunner imagined she would taste incredibly sweet as he kissed and sucked his way down to her pussy. Could hear her cries and moans as he made her come over and over again.
Gunner groaned, stroking faster now until he came. He regretted not asking for her number.
But then he remembered. She’d mentioned the diner where she worked. Maybe he’d pay her a visit sometime.
