Gunnin' for You (Rolling Thunder series Book 4)

Gunnin' for You

by

PJ Fiala

Copyright 2015 by PJ Fiala

Chapter One

“That’s right, darlin’, keep going...suck it.” Gunnar closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the seat of his truck. His body heated, he lifted his hips, driving his cock deeper into her mouth.

“Harder, darlin’, suck me harder,” he ground out, laying his hand on the girl’s head. What was her name? Wendy? No…Julie. Fuck, it didn’t matter; he just wanted a blow job for his twenty-sixth birthday, not a lifelong commitment.

“Yeah. Close…so close.” A fine sheen of sweat slicked his forehead and chest. The pain in his balls moved toward his cock with a force that couldn’t be described. With a loud groan and a final pump, he blew his wad.

“Swallow every drop. Lick me clean.” He closed his eyes, waiting for the moment to pass so he could see straight and go home. It felt good, letting her lick him. He ignored her humming appreciation and heavy breathing. He had gotten her off earlier using his fingers. That had been the deal when she made herself available at The Barn. He’d made it clear all he wanted was this and she’d been fine with it as long as she got off too.

As soon as she raised her head from his lap, Gunnar tucked himself in and zipped his jeans. Wendy or Julie or whoever adjusted her clothing. He started his truck and glanced at her, waiting for her to get out.

“Do you want to come in? We could have a little more fun.” She licked her lips.

For the first time all night he looked closely at her. She was pretty in a sleazy “I’ll fuck anything” sort of way. Her blonde, curly hair captured the light from the front porch and her blue eyes shined. The overabundance of mascara she wore had smudged under her eyes and the low-cut blouse was showing more cleavage than necessary. Disgusted with himself for not having an ounce of feeling towards her, he took a deep breath and said, “Naw. Thanks, I have to get up early tomorrow.”

“Will you call me?”

Fuck, here it goes. He hated this shit. “We’ll see. Gotta run, darlin’.”

She climbed out of his truck, glancing back once as she sashayed up the path. He had it in reverse before she got all the way to her front door. Driving home, he released a deeply-held breath as he thought about his actions. He should be feeling less edgy right now—relaxed. Instead, he was irritated, disgusted, and uncomfortable. The only thing he could think of to ease this weird vibe was to be celibate for a while. Fuck that!

Pulling his truck into the garage beside his brother JT’s truck, he shifted into park. Rotating his head from side to side, he ran his hand down his face. Heaving himself out of the truck, Gunnar walked heavily into the kitchen and threw his keys on the counter. He looked over at the table where JT was sitting, his long blond hair still wet from a recent shower and his t-shirt stretched tight across his chest. He was leaned back in his chair balanced on the back legs and his head resting against the wall. His eyes flew open when he heard Gunnar walk in.

“That didn’t take long. I thought your birthday fuck would take all night.” He grinned.

“Fuck, I guess I just wasn’t into it. She sucked me off and I kicked her out the door.”

Noticing the beer bottle in front of his brother, Gunnar walked to the fridge and grabbed one for himself. He plopped down in a seat across the table and sighed heavily. JT raised his eyebrows and waited for him to say something.

“I’m sick of the nameless, faceless women I’m sticking my dick into. What the fuck is happening to me?”

JT laughed. “Christ, don’t tell me you want to settle down? Just because Dad and Ryder seem happy doesn’t mean we all have to fall to our knees in front of a woman…unless we’re going to taste some pussy.”

Gunnar shook his head. “I don’t have a woman to fall to my knees for. I’m just sick of picking up these skanks. I couldn’t even go there tonight; I had to settle for a blow job. I didn’t even know this one’s name. And I’m sick of the ‘Will you call me’ question after I’m finished with them.”

Taking a long pull off his beer, he set the bottle on the table and closed his eyes. He pulled out the band holding his ponytail and shoveled his hands into his hair.

JT laughed again. “You’ve gotta be up front. Let them know it’s only sex and nothing more.”

“I tell them. I still get the question. My dick must be bigger than yours if women want more than just one-time sex.”

“Or you don’t leave them satisfied and they need more.” JT laughed. Finishing his beer, he trained his green eyes on his brother’s bright blues.

“Fuck you, JT. What happened with the chick you left The Barn with?”

“I drove her home, fucked her, and left. I don’t hang around and cuddle.”

Grinning, JT stood up to toss his empty bottle. “I’m hitting the hay. We have to be at Ryder and Molly’s by eight in the morning. I hope to fuck we can finish renovating the bathroom tomorrow; I need my beauty rest.”

Gunnar snorted, “Sure do.”

JT flipped his brother off and walked to his bedroom. Gunnar finished his beer and did the same.

Chapter Two

“I’m so happy to see you. I’ve missed you so much.” Emma hugged Ashley as much as she could manage, due to Ashley’s expanding girth. She enjoyed the feel of her sister’s arms around her.

“I’m happy to see you too. You’ve grown since the last time I saw you.”

Ashley laughed, placing her hands on either side of her large belly. “We sure have. I can’t wait to get this baby out of me. I haven’t seen my feet in weeks.”

Emma giggled. “Where’s Ron?”

“He’s still at work. He’ll be home for supper though, so we have time to catch up before he gets here.”

“Fabulous, let me get my stuff.” Emma walked back to her car and dragged her luggage out of the trunk. She had driven from Chicago to Green Bay in just under four hours and was rather proud of herself. Flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder, she reached into the trunk for one more bag before trudging into the house. Ashley waddled in front of her into the living room. “Obviously this is the living room; the kitchen is just behind that wall.” Ashley motioned in front of her toward the far wall. ”Your room is this way.” Walking down a short hallway to the right of the front door, Emma followed Ashley, grinning at her sister’s penguin-like walk.

Ashley stopped just inside the door of a room at the end of the hall. She swirled her hand towards the interior of the room and said, “Ta-da. What do you think?”

Setting her suitcases down, Emma stepped into the room. “Wow, Ash, this is beautiful.” Taking in the tan walls, black and tan comforter and curtains and the elegant black wrought iron headboard against the far wall, she smiled. Turning to the right she saw the light oak dresser with only a black wrought iron lamp and black shade casting a dim light. Calm and serene.

Ashley looked around and beamed. “Thanks. We worked into the night a couple times last week so it would be ready for you.”

Emma chided. “You shouldn’t have done that in your condition, Ash. I could have worked on it with Ron.”

“I’m pregnant, Emma. Women have been having babies for years and they almost never die anymore.” Smirking, she crossed her arms over her enormous belly and tilted her head.

“Geez, Ash. Stop that.”

Emma’s horrified look made Ashley chuckle. She had been saying that since right after she found out she was pregnant, more to desensitize herself than everyone else. Freaking out at the beginning of her pregnancy, she needed some way to calm herself. Now she just liked saying it to throw people off.

“Okay, let me show you the rest of the house.” Waddling out into the hall, Ashley absently rubbed her back.

“You have a beautiful home. Sorry I haven’t been here before now.”

Ashley shrugged. “I know you wanted to be here, Em. I’m just glad you’re here now.” They continued on through the home as Ashley proudly showed her sister every nook and cranny.

They walked/waddled to the kitchen and Emma grabbed iced tea from the refrigerator and poured them each a glass while Ashley plopped down at the table with a sigh. Sitting across from Ashley, Emma looked around the kitchen.

“How long are you staying with us?”

Emma shrugged her shoulders. “I was hoping I could stay here and help with the baby until I find a job and an apartment. I’ll get out of your hair as soon as I can. I promise.”

Ashley jumped up—sort of—and came around the table to hug Emma. “Of course you can stay here. I had no idea you were moving back home.”

Emma’s lip straightened into a sharp line as she nodded. “It’s time, don’t you think? Besides, I’ve missed you crazy and now you’re going to have my niece and I want her to know me.”

“You shouldn’t have left to begin with. So what if that old bag Mrs. Kendall was being a bitch. We could have called the police.”

Emma took a deep breath. “After the accident and running into Josh’s family so many times, it just felt too small here. That feeling of being stalked and hunted creeped me out.”

Ashley sat across from her sister and reached across the table to hold her hand. “I know, but running away never works.”

Emma’s eyes glistened as tears threatened. She whispered, “I know.”

Chapter Three

Emma walked out of the grocery store with her hands full. She should have taken the cart out to the car, but she thought she could manage. Gripping a grocery bag in each hand and balancing one in front of her with her left arm, she stopped behind her car, and struggled to pull her keys from her pocket. She should have worn a jacket. Chill bumps stood on her arms and the cool breeze blew her long hair from her neck, causing her to shiver. Just as she wiggled her keys out of her jeans pocket, she dropped the bag she had been balancing in her arm.

“Shit!” Her groceries hit the ground and started rolling. She tapped the button on the remote to open the trunk of her car and set the remaining two bags in her hands inside. She began picking up the groceries scattered on the pavement as a can began rolling away. “Fabulous,” she muttered.

Tossing the other groceries unceremoniously into the trunk, Emma ran after the wayward can. Its escape was blocked by a big black boot. Emma, still bent over and grabbing at the stupid can, stopped when she saw the obstruction. Looking up from her bent position, she followed the large muscular leg stuffed into the boot, to the fabulously toned body encased in a tight, long-sleeved t-shirt sitting on the motorcycle attached to the leg. A gorgeous face with startling blue eyes crinkled at the corners and dark hair pulled into a ponytail watched her, and
ohmigod
, he had dimples.

Shit!

Emma stared, her mouth slightly open as the dimpled god got off his bike and leaned down alongside her, picked up the can with a gleam in his eyes, and smiled. “Looks like you need some help.”

Emma closed her eyes. He smelled…fantastic. Spicy. Her hands shook, her head spun, and her face turned bright red. She heard him chuckle and her eyes snapped open as he stood. He reached down for her hand to help her. When she simply stared, he raised an eyebrow and waited. Finally, Emma regained her senses and placed her hand in his much larger one. His fingers tightened as the shock of his touch zinged through her body, pebbling her nipples. His nostrils flared and she knew he felt it as well.

She pulled her hand back and rubbed it with her other hand. Mr. Blue Eyes looked down at the can labeled Baby Formula. His brow furrowed briefly as he looked into her eyes. He handed the can to her, his lips curved up slightly. Emma, trying for graceful and poised, took the can, and as their fingers brushed, she jerked away and promptly dropped it. It hit the ground, exploding all over, formula shrapnel showering both them and his bike. Her eyes widened as she looked in horror at the baby formula dripping off his beautiful red motorcycle with the orange inferno paint—chrome rims, pipes, oil tank, and handlebars. It was beautifully custom-detailed and now dripping baby formula.