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  Hating

  Gunner

  Grimm Brothers MC Book 2

  Roxanne Greening

  Dedicated to my husband and kids for their love and support. To my dad and my mom for making me who I am today. And the rest of my family for all their support!

  Text Copyright 2018 © Roxanne Greening

  All Rights Reserved

  All rights reserved in all media. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without written permission. Except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  The moral rights of Hating Gunner as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the copyright, designs, and patients act of 1988.

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locales, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination and any resemblance to places or events is coincidental or fictionalized.

  Published in the United States of America 2018

  Prologue:

  Four Months Ago.

  When I was younger, I often thought of my future. I contemplated being an artist, selling stuff in a gallery, hosting galas, and maybe even going to a boring old accountant school. I also imagined that I could find a desk job in some place where I would be a faceless, nameless nobody. I wouldn’t have minded any job that didn’t involve my over-protective family. It would be a place where I could have a life.

  What I didn’t imagine was not wanting to leave my father. Yeah, that defiantly hadn’t been in the cards. And I literally mean in the cards. I had my fortune told by a fortune teller at the county fair when I was sixteen. She promised me a great future filled with everything my heart desired.

  I turned around and looked at the clubhouse. The tables were filthy and scattered around the middle of the room. The black leather couches lined the walls, and they have seen more things then I wanted to imagine. The once white walls were now a dingy gray, and I laughed lightly. Yeah, I see many great things, and none of them are good.

  Like right now, I see Uncle Slims bare ass as he pounds some girl into the nearest table. It’s like he wants to make her one with the furniture.

  If her screams were anything to go by, she was having one hell of a good time. Not that I would know what it felt like to have that good of a time. I have so many uncles, brothers, and a very overprotective father. They all carry guns, wear leather, and ride motorcycles. That has kept the boys both in awe and away from me.

  Yeah, that means no playtime for Cassie.

  I shudder as my Uncle groans. Who the hell wants to see their family’s sex life? Definitely not me! Yet I stick around this filthy place like a phantom haunting and clinging to the present in fear of what was next.

  Casting my eyes away from the pair I looked into Zane’s amber colored eyes. His light brown hair gave him a god-like appearance. If I didn’t love him like a brother, I would have been fawning over him like this chick to his right.

  The girl has blonde and brown dyed hair and overly caked on mascara. How she kept her eyes open was beyond me. I don’t even get me started on the lips stick and eyeshadow.

  She definitely wasn’t getting the hint that he wasn’t interested.

  “Cassie,” Zane nodded and gave me his full attention. The poor girl wasn’t even being acknowledged.

  “What can I get for you?” I asked him sweetly.

  “What does this bitch have that I don’t?” The girl to his right heatedly grumbled.

  “Class,” Zane says coldly.

  Ouch. I winced as the nasty, yet sophisticated response reached my ears. Even I felt the burn from his words and they weren’t even directed at me.

  “Fuck you,” she snapped at him as her voice wavered slightly.

  I watched as he turned and looked her over. His eyes were going up and down. He wasn’t rushing it. It was a slow and sadly bored look.

  “Not much to look at,” he replied with a toothy smile.

  “Asshole,” she screeched as she raised her hand as if to smack him.

  Not that I blame her, he was acting like a real asshole.

  “Why are you still here?” He asked her.

  I watched with fascination and pity as she stood and tried to collect her crumbled dignity and walk away on her five-inch heels.

  “Cassie?” Zane’s humor-filled voice drew my eyes back to him.

  “Can I have a beer, please?” He asked with humor still in his voice. He was acting like nothing happened, as if he didn’t just demolish that girl.

  “Oh, shit! Yeah, hold on,” I stumbled over my words as he laughed.

  “Asshole,” I muttered to him affectionately.

  I placed the beer in front of him and cast him a look. The kind of look that said I was waiting.

  “Thank you,” he tells me.

  “You’re most welcome,” I replied with a smile.

  “So, what’s new with you?” Zane asked.

  I opened my mouth to reply, and froze as the clubhouse door opened. In walked the hottest man to grace this place in I don’t know how long, maybe forever! He had a scruffy dark beard, and long, yet not too long, dark hair which was slicked back. His gray eyes had my breath stilling in my lungs and my legs clenching together.

  I wanted, no I needed, the instant throbbing between my legs to dissipate. His eyes met mine, and everything in me seemed to wake up.

  Mary mother of God, my mind whispered. I was the only twenty-two-year-old virgin that I knew of, and I was panting over the first man in years to graced this place that wasn’t family.

  In our defense, my mind whispered, he’s the hottest man we’ve ever seen. He was sex on a stick, and I want to give him a nice long lick.

  I laughed to myself. What the fuck was wrong with me?

  Little did I know that in four months’ time, instead of desiring this man with every fiber of my being, I would hate him with a heat hotter than hell’s fire.

  Chapter 1

  Gunner

  Four Months Ago.

  “Gear up man, you’re headed to the Portland chapter,” Reyes said while slapping my shoulder and laughing. The fucking bastard.

  Closing my eyes, I pinched the bridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger. Applying increasing pressure until the ache dulled and it was slightly numb.

  Taking a deep calming breath, I opened my eyes and centered my attention on the asshole who just ruined my day. All six-foot-four, black-haired, snarling inch of him. Reyes may be my president, but he was also a dick. I wanted to punch said dick in the face.

  Looking around the room, I watched as barely clad women sipped from their drinks. They were all trying to entice my brothers into having a good time.

  They gave little tugs on their shirts in a southern direction trying to expose more and more cleavage. At the same time, they were pulling their skirts in a northern direction exposing different colored panties.

  I wanted to be one of those stupid bastards.

  “What the fuck man?” I growled at Reyes.

  “Shut the fuck up and get a move on,” Ryan said with a laugh.

  They were both cock blocking bastards. The last time I went to the club, the pussy begged for attention, but they were not ones I wanted to play with.

  “Fucking pricks,” I mumbled to them.

  “Get a move on. I need intel, and I know those assholes are up to no good. The last time Sal was here, he was sweating a little too much,” Reyes informs me.

  This changed shit. If that club were on the wrong side, then they would be taken out. Every dirty motherfucker in there would meet the angel of death, and I was one of the fuckers who’d send them there.

 
; “How bad?” I ask him to try to gauge what I was walking into.

  “Bad. Shit hasn’t been right over there for some time. My guess it began not long after I took the gavel,” Reyes dark voice would have had a weaker man pissing his pants.

  “Right, so I get to go in and see how far up shit creek I have to paddle?” I snapped.

  “That sounds about right, don’t you think Ryan?” Reyes asked my Vice President.

  “Yeah, although I would wear goggles. I heard that shit burns the eyes,” he replied while laughing.

  “Both of you are assholes,” I growl.

  “Fucker,” Reyes laughs.

  “He summed it up,” Ryan tells me with a shrug.

  Motherfucker! I don’t even get a fucking hand job before I have to walk into whatever shit storm the Portland chapter has stirred up?

  “A little warning brother,” Reyes grabbed my shoulder.

  Turning, I look at him and wait for him to spit out whatever has his panties in a wad.

  “Hands off Sal’s daughter,” he says.

  “Cassie? Isn’t she like sixteen or some shit?” I ask him.

  “No man she’s in her twenty’s, but hands fucking off. I need you on the good side of the table not missing pieces,” he tells me coldly.

  “Whatever. There’s easier pussy to be had,” I tell him shrugging it off.

  “Good,” Ryan tells me and walks off to find himself a little bit of fun.

  Fucking prick. Reyes follows, and I give him a big fuck you gesture. He laughs and shakes his head before running his fingers through some blonde’s hair.

  I fucking hated them both. As I walked through the room and down the gray hallway, I snarled as I passed a door with loud screams and grunts. Frustrated, I made my way to my room and felt the need riding me hard. I had to pack some shit, but I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be gone. But if I had my way, it wouldn’t be for long.

  Chapter 2

  Cassie

  Four Months Ago.

  I felt like one of those girls at a One Direction concert, flipping their hair and screaming for attention. Just my screams were silent, and I only used my eyes.

  I wanted him to do what all the others wouldn’t. I wanted him to touch me, kiss me, and fuck me.

  “Cassie,” I tell him while I held out my hand. He sat heavily on one of the black leather bar stools that I religiously clean. Those stools and the bar were the cleanest things in this place.

  “Gunner,” he replied while taking my hand in his. He gave it a slight shake while his fingers caressed the underside of my wrist. It seemed like he purposely did that, so no one would see, and it damn near sent me into a swoon.

  Tingles raced up my arm and into my chest warming me as he continued to rub the sensitive skin just above my hand.

  “Long way from home?” I asked him stupidly. The mother chapter was only five hours away.

  “Yeah, darlin’.” He tells me. His voice was deep and gruff sending those sparks and tingles straight to my pussy.

  I fought the urge to squeeze my legs together. I needed to desperately relieve the ache.

  “Beer, please.” Gunner tells me. His manners had me smiling. No need to reprehend this one.

  “Got it,” I tell him with my biggest smile.

  “Guinness, none of that light shit.” He tells me gruffly.

  For a girlish moment I thought he might be flirting with me, but when I turned my head, he was looking at Zane, not me.

  The disappointment was raw and climbed all over me like ants searching for some sugar.

  “Why you here?” Zane asked him and not too kindly.

  “Manners, Zane,” I reminded him.

  “Cassie,” Zane smiled knowing full well that his smile didn’t do a damn thing to me. Just because it had other women’s panties combust, it did nothing but irritate me.

  Gunner turned and looked me over with curiosity.

  “How do you keep that attuite in a place like this?” He asked me with a smile.

  Oh, god, that smile had my panties dampen, and my legs squeeze unconsciously. My mind blanked, and my heart raced. I felt like a horse being let out of the chute at a race.

  “I’ve been dealing with them all my life, been raised around crude men,” I tell him honestly.

  “Why are you here, Gunner?” Zane asked this time a little more pleasantly for my benefit, I was sure.

  “I needed a change of scenery. Had I known you had this beautiful woman, I would have been here sooner,” he tells Zane while casting me a look. His eyes haven’t left mine, not even to answer Zane.

  “Cassie is off limits, period,” Zane snarls at him.

  Save me from this overbearing man. At this rate, I will have cobwebs and die a virgin.

  “Back off, Zane,” I tell him firmly.

  Zane’s head turns my way, and his eyes widen with surprise.

  “Cassie,” he says my name quietly.

  “I’m sorry,” I tell him instantly, feeling bad for being so rude.

  “Shit darlin’, don’t feel bad for putting a man in his place,” Gunner tells me. His voice was gruff and filled with honesty.

  “I shouldn’t have been so rude,” I tell Gunner.

  “Darlin if that were rude, I’d love to see you angry,” he tells me with a laugh.

  I should have been offended but this man got to me in ways I didn’t understand.

  Gunner reached up and grabbed a lock of my hair placing it behind my ear gently. Instantly, two guns were pointed at his head. One belonging to my dad and the other my Uncle Slim.

  “Keep those filthy hands off my daughter,” daddy tells him.

  “Daddy,” I beg.

  “You need to lower that gun, Sal. I’m sergeant of arms of the mother chapter,” Gunner tells him coldly.

  Gone was the gruff, sexy, sweet biker and in his place was a man who was cold and calculating.

  Something about this man had me wanting to step between him and those guns. There was just something about him that had me wanting to protect him even from himself. I felt dangerous and strong. He made me want to do things I shouldn’t.

  “Daddy, please,” I tried again.

  “I don’t care what fucking ranking you have, this is my daughter. Hands the fuck off,” my father snarls, spit forming at the corners of his lips.

  Gunner placed his beer down in front of him. I give him a sweet smile and then turned to glare at the men in my family. Making sure they could see my displeasure at his treatment. It was an innocent gesture.

  Some had the good graces to look around the room. Pretending they weren’t thinking of doing the same thing my dad did.

  “For goodness sakes, daddy. Button your pants,” I cried.

  The man was walking around with a hard-on, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t because he was holding a gun. Daddy gave me an apologetic smile before turning around to holster his gun.

  And just like that, any hope of having this man was ruined. That was until he gave me that sexy as fuck wink. My panties went from damp to soaked.

  Chapter 3

  Cassie

  Three Months Ago.

  He was watching me again with his gray eyes glued to me. I moved around the bar stocking beers and filling shot glasses.

  Each heated look had my heart shooting up into my throat, my nerves twitching, and tingles dancing down my spine. I wanted this man with an insanity that both terrified and amused me.

  Biting my lower lip, I bent over in front of him to reach for another Guinness beer. I knew he had to be ready for a new one. So, as I reached into the cooler, the cold air blasted over my face and neck sending little shivers all over my body. Licking my lips, I looked at Gunner over my shoulder and smiled. Taking my time, I slowly, very slowly, stood back up.

  I heard his groan as he took in the curve of my ass and the way I let it linger in front of him. The air around me heated and I felt my cheeks pinken at how brazen I was being.

  Mary, mother of God, I was acting like a
brazen whore. But how else was I going to get him to take what I so blatantly was offering?

  “Cass,” he whispered. I leaned over and placed the new beer in front of him and collected his empty bottle. I made sure to squeeze my arms together and give him a tantalizing view of my tits. I loved the way his nickname for me rolled off his tongue. It was also a tongue I wanted in other more intimate places.

  “Gunner,” I replied with a little purr.

  “You need to stop, or I’m going to bend you the fuck over and show everyone how badly you’re begging for it,” he tells me huskily.

  My eyes widen in shock as those words left his lips. Oh god, I think he’s serious. Looking around the room, I see people fucking, laughing, and drinking.

  Would anyone even notice? My panties were so wet I had to excuse myself for some relief. Casting my eyes from his, I walked out from behind the bar.

  I had to force myself to walk slowly out of the room and not run. I made my way twisting all around the tables and kept my eyes down, just in case. I was making my way towards my bedroom.

  As soon as it came into view, I opened the door quickly and slipped inside. I closed the door behind me with a soft click. My excitement was overwhelming as I rush to my bed and lay down on the soft tan, orange, and blue comforter.

  With trembling fingers, I open the button of my jeans and slowly lower the zipper. The sound echoed around the room, sending my need to another level. Raising my hand, I drag it down the cleft between my breast, my stomach and finally down into my panties.

  When I felt how wet I was, I moaned quietly. I needed this. How long has it been? Maybe a week? Gunner was my own personal porn.

  I caressed my folds and parted them allowing my fingers to press against my clit. It was throbbing hard.

  I flicked it gently and applied pressure, making small circles over and over. I imagined Gunner between my thighs with his tongue gliding along my folds. He would press up against my clit and flick it back and forth giving it a nice, long sensual lick. He would then speed up into faster mind-numbing flicks and maybe even nips.