I desperately wanted everyone to leave and get Walter to bed so Gunner could do to me as he promised. But, unfortunately, my desirous wants weren't going to happen anytime soon. Justin was in his happy mode, proudly smiling while pouring six shots of fireball. I knew that smile—pleasing, proud, playful, and yet, it was a devilish smile that looked like it came from a cat that had just eaten the canary. He finished pouring the shots and then handed them out; I shook my head when he got to me.

"Sorry, Justin. No shots for me," I sighed, bummed not to take it from his hand.

"Ah, come on, little sis. You have to have one after that fight you pulled off."

My lips tightened together, and I shook my head again.

Gunner nudged me as Neron looked on, curiously watching and listening to see what I'd do. In fact, they were all watching, waiting to see if I'd give in.

I wanted to.

But I knew the rules.

Neron was adamant there would be no alcohol consumed while I was in training or before a fight.

"Sorry. I can't," I pouted, licking my lips when the fantastic tasty scent of cinnamon hit my senses. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to taste the aroma of the spicy alcohol treat. Then, when my mouth started watering and my cravings to have a taste intensified, Neron interrupted my thoughts by clearing his throat.

"What are you going to do, Aria?" Neron devilishly grinned. He knew I wanted it, and he saw I was fighting the urge to take the shot from Justin's hand. My eyes darted over at Gunner, and when I saw he was grinning mischievously, I shot my eyes back at Neron and lowered my shoulders.

They both had me.

Fuckers.

"I guess I'm turning it down. You were adamant that I not drink. So, I guess I'll celebrate with a glass of water," I pouted, walking to the sink. And as I reached into the cupboard for a glass, everyone started laughing—laughing at me like it was funny I wasn't allowed to celebrate my win. "I'm glad you all think it's funny," I retorted.

"Get that stubborn ass back over here and take your damn shot," Neron demanded. The way he ordered me to drink my shot, I sensed he was smiling as he spoke. Surprised by his exigent words, I turned to face him, and I was right.

Neron was smiling.

Jerk.

I didn't say a word and turned back to the sink. I lowered my glass under the faucet's filtration system, turned on the water, and filled my glass.

"Aria, I said get over here. Tonight, I'm going to pretend I didn't see you drinking any alcohol."

I immediately felt elated, and the corners of my mouth raised high. Then, when I thought of them being even with my ears, I quickly tightened my lips into a thin line and squinted my eyes. Neron's tricking me. I know it.

I raised the glass of water to my lips, and as I headed back to everyone, I kept my eyes glued to Neron.

I stopped walking when I got to Gunner and took another sip of my water. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gunner's hand extending toward me, and the next thing that happened was the water splashed all over me when his large hand wrapped around the glass, hoping to snatch it away from my hand. It also didn't help the water splashing me more when I tried stopping him from taking the glass away, pulling it closer to me.

"Hey!" I snapped when he finally removed the glass from my hand. "I was drinking that! Now, look! I'm soaked, and there's water all over the floor!"

Gunner chuckled, then smiled as he handed me the shot. "Drink it."

"I'm not stupid. You know as well as me, Neron's testing me."

"No, I'm not. This is the one time I'll allow you to celebrate. You earned that shot. So, drink up, man beater. Just don't think you'll be celebrating with alcohol every time you win, because that isn't happening. But as for tonight? I'm allowing it to happen."

I studied Neron again, staring at him for the longest time, until I realized he was serious. I raised the shot glass to my lips, then looked from Gunner to Neron, waiting for one of them to yell, warning me I'll get punished for drinking. But that didn't happen; what did happen was Walter got all of our attention by yelling.

"Don't drink that damn shot! We need someone to make a toast. You know the old saying, don't you?"

I lowered the shot glass from my lips, then scrunched my brows together, not understanding what he meant about an old saying. "No. What's that?" I asked, looking at the golden liquid inside my shot glass. I haven't had a damn drink for over a year and a half, and the longer I eye it, the more my mouth wishes to water. And if it pools any more than it is, everyone will notice, and they'll start making fun of me because of how it'll be flooding from my mouth.

"A shot without a toast is like sex without foreplay... Get it?"

I lowered my head and giggled.

God, this man never stops.

Walter's bushy eyebrows lowered, then he looked around, looking at everyone but me. "On that note. Who's doing the toast?"

I looked at Justin. Usually, he makes toasts to everyone, but he looked dazed and confused this time. Or like he was thinking hard, trying to figure a good one to come up with. Gunner wasn't a toaster. At least, I've never seen him do it. Nikki won't toast, and as for Neron? I can't see him toasting to me. After the room became silent, Walter snickered like he had something on his mind, a toast he wanted everyone to hear, and was about to break the silence in the room.

Great...

I wonder what'll come out of his mouth this time.

"Well. Since nobody wants to make a toast to my beautiful Aria, then I will..."

"It's okay. You don't have to. We can just do the shot," I encouraged, knowing whatever would come out of Walter's mouth would most likely be dirty.

"No, no. Allow me," Walter grinned and winked. "Here we go. Now, I want everyone to raise their glass," he urged with an extreme look of happiness plastered on his face. We all raised our glasses, trying our best to refrain from smiling. We all knew anything that'll come out of Walter's mouth wouldn't be too surprising and that it'll most likely be dirty.

He may be a dirty old man, and I may give him shit for being as dirty as he is, but I wouldn't want him any other way. I know it gives him life and wonderful, beautiful smiles for being dirty-minded. And I feel there's nothing wrong with that.

Nothing at all.

"Here's to Eve, mother of our race. Who wore a fig in the right place. And then to Adam, father of us all. Who was Johnny on the spot when the leaves began to fall. If it weren't for the two of them, none of us would be here. This means none of us would have gotten to know our firecracker of a woman. A gorgeous woman named Aria. Congratulations, my dear, you looked wonderful out there tonight. And congratulations for showing the bitch how tough you truly are."

Well, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

It was actually cute.

"Hey, that's my nickname for Aria," Justin exclaimed, furrowing his brows. "Are you trying to steal my lines?"

"No. I was just stating the truth."

"True," Justin agreed. "But if you call her a kitten with mittens, then I know you're trying to be like me."

Walter shook his head, then waved his hand at Justin in disgust. "I wouldn't want to be like you. If I wanted to be like anyone in the room, it'd be Gunner," he admitted, looking at me with a massive grin. "How about it, hey? Wouldn't you like it if I were Gunner for a day? I'd have you so worn out; you'd wish I was Gunner all the time."

"As I told you before, you wish, ole man. You wish," Gunner teased.

I giggled and shook my head. I couldn't stop laughing between Walter's toast, him taunting Gunner, and the nicknames Justin had for me.

Gunner chuckled, then shrugged a shoulder. "Walter can dream all he wants. He'll never have you as I do, but as for his toast to you? He's right."

"Agreed," Justin and Nikki cheered.

"Cheers," I smiled, turning and looking at Walter while raising my glass. "Thanks for giving me that wonderful toast."

"Anytime, my lady."

I brought the glass up to my lips and closed my eyes as I tilted my head back, allowing the cinnamon-flavored alcohol to relish my tastebuds, and as it slid down my throat, I moaned in delight. It tasted just as I remembered, and I wanted more.

I looked at Neron, raising a brow, and with a smile, I asked, "Neron? Will you allow me to have at least one more?"

Neron was biting the inside of his cheek, and then he bit his lower lip. And the expression on his face told me the answer, most likely being no, so I begged. "Please, Neron? Can I have just one more? And then I can promise you no more after that, as I have Wyatt to look after." I turned to Gunner, saying, "Luckily, I pumped a lot of milk earlier. So we'll be good for the morning," I promised.

"Don't forget about me. You have me to look over too. There's no way I'm having Gunner change my undergarment... no flipping way."

I giggled, then turned to Neron and begged again. "I'm not going to get plastered. I promise. I would just like to savor one more taste of this fantastic spicy cinnamon treat. Something that I know I'll not be consuming for a long, long time."

Neron set down his glass, then walked over to me, resting his hands on either side of my shoulders and looking me dead in the eye. "This will be the last time I'll allow you to drink any alcohol. Drink as much as you'd like. Just know that I'll be back here in the morning, bright and early, and I'll work that body like it's never been worked before," he grinned devilishly. "Whatever alcohol you consume tonight, I'll have you sweating it all out of your pores so fast; you'll smell it... have a good night."

Neron smiled, knowing that he'll be disciplining me anyway, no matter what I choose to do because that's how he is. He knew he had me. And because of how well I know him, I knew Neron wasn't lying when he said he'd work my body. I watched him do it to Gunner, and he'll do it to me.

Neron's like Gunner in many ways—they both like to discipline. He waved as he headed towards the door, then stopped and turned around. "Before I forget. Congratulations, Aria. That was one hell of a fight. And one, that'll get sponsors blowing up your phone, wishing to sponsor you."

I can't wait for that.

Now that Neron has gone home, it's time for the others to leave and get Walter to bed. Since I knew what Neron had planned for me in the morning and knew I had Wyatt and Walter to take care of, I only drank a couple more shots that Justin had insisted I drink. And I savored them both by sipping on them for as long as possible.

Finally, my brother and friend left an hour later, and I got Walter to bed—a drunk Walter...

This was the first time I ever saw Walter drink, and he was in heaven by me, allowing him to drink. He wasn't allowed to drink at the nursing home, and when he moved in with us, Walter knew the same rules would apply. Tonight was the only exception—I only hope Walter didn't overdo it and that he's okay in the morning.

Even though I didn't have much to drink, I still felt the effects of the alcohol, and it only fueled me more to want Gunner inside me. I didn't feel alcohol was my reward for winning my first fight; what I wanted as a bonus was Gunner. He was the one who got me to where I am today, who taught me everything I needed to know and taught me who I indeed was—breaking that barrier that was surrounding me for years, blocking the true me from coming out.

I followed Gunner up the stairs, and as I walked past Wyatt's room, I peeked my head inside, making sure all the laughs that echoed throughout the house moments ago didn't startle and wake him. Then, seeing he was still asleep, I quietly left Wyatt's room, and as I entered my bedroom, my clothes quickly left my body. Gunner was climbing into bed when I jumped onto the bed and spread myself out, blocking him from getting underneath the sheets.

His eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth raised, and then he leaned over me. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Earlier, you said I was in trouble, so I'm spreading myself out. Waiting for you to discipline me," I smirked, reaching my hands up and cupping either side of Gunner's face, staring intensely into his warm brown eyes.

I love how Gunner melts me and how he still causes me to feel all giddy inside every time I look at him. And I still have the same feelings as I did from the first time my eyes laid on him. They're feelings I know will never leave, and as each day passes, I want him more than I did the day before.

I wanted his full, luscious lips locked with mine and our tongues lashing against one another's. I also desperately wanted his cock inside me—satisfying me in every way and bringing me into the paradise he knows I enjoy so much—his form of heaven. Seeing the flames flickering in his eyes, I knew he, too, wanted me.

Only Gunner was doing just as I thought he would—torturing me, and he was doing it by staring at my naked body and soaking it all into his beautiful mind. It also looked like he was thinking about how to discipline me this time.

He finally lowered on top of me while crushing his mouth to mine—the kiss soft and slow at first, and when I granted his tongue access, he deepened the kiss, possessively kissing me, letting me know he's never letting me go and will put up a fight if he had to.

He idolized my body by using his hands, and how he was touching and kissing me had me wondering if he wasn't planning on disciplining me after all. Finally, I needed air and broke free from his mouth, and as I tilted my head back to breathe, he wrote a story along my neck and collarbone with his lips.

"What kind of discipline are you looking for tonight?" he asked, gliding his lips down my body and to my erected nipples.

"Whatever punishment I earned, I'll take," I panted, looking down, gasping more for air when his mouth wrapped around my breast and sucked my nipple hard into his mouth—teasing it with his tongue.

Gunner delightedly moaned, and when I felt his mouth and tongue moving how it was, I knew why he was moaning; he was drinking Wyatt's meal.

"You taste exceptional," he cooed and moaned—relishing the taste of me. Next, he latched his teeth around my nipple and tugged hard, activating my back to arch high and my fingers to intertwine around his hair, and then I gripped, pulled, and squealed when he bit harder.

He repeated the teasing and disciplining with my other breast. He quickly pushed himself off me when he finished and reached over to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and dug into it, looking for whatever he was to finish with my punishment.

The nipple clamps?

Gunner found what he was looking for, and I was right. It was my nipple clamps. He dangled them in my face as he hovered over me. "This is what you wanted me to do, correct?"

Yes, and no...

"Wyatt..." I moaned, worried what Gunner planned would wake up our little guy, and worried that the clamps would disrupt my feeding him when he does awake.

"He's sleeping," he whispered, fastening one of my nipples into the clamp.

"Yeah, I know; I just don't want you doing anything that will cause him to awake. Plus, I need you to be careful. I still need to feed Wyatt when he awakes for his middle-of-the-night snack."

"You both will be fine," he winked.

He lowered down to my throbbing, sensitive area, spread my legs, and dug his mouth into the cream pie while tugging on the nipple tassels. My back instantly arched high, and a loud moan escaped my mouth. I reached behind me, grabbed hold of the pillow, then covered my face and pressed hard, smothering it, so I didn't awake Wyatt or Walter.

I was losing control the longer his mouth, teeth, and tongue did their exercises. My hips fiercely moved from side to side. Then they aggressively bucked up and down, violently moving in all directions until Gunner's hands gripped a hold of my hips, firmly holding me in place to continue tongue lashing me.

The more I whimpered and tried getting myself out of his hand restraint, the longer he tongue fucked me, wishing to hear me scream the safeword.

He slid his tongue deep inside me; my back arched high, my hips were writhing uncontrollably, and I opened my mouth in a silent scream of tortured rapture. I wanted to howl for him to stop, but I kept telling myself not to give up just yet. I wanted and needed this, but I couldn't take the blissful, euphoric feeling much longer because, with every orgasm that came, the sensations increased, becoming enormously intense after each one.

I know this was what I wanted, but the pleasuring torturing was now overwhelming that my hands lowered to his face, and I tried forcing him up to me. "Gunner, please. I need to feel you inside me," I begged.

"I am inside you," he moaned, removing his tongue from inside me. Then he flicked his tongue against my clit, exciting my entire body so much more.

Next, he sucked on my clit like it was his pacifier, ignoring my demands for him to stop. And then I squealed when he bit and tugged.

"Not that. I want you physically inside me," I whined.

"Say it, Aria," he demanded. "If you're not saying the word, I won't stop. So what else is it that you want?"

He continued teasing my overly swollen clit. Waiting to hear me say the safeword. But I didn't want him to think I went back to my old ways, so I begged him differently. "I want you to stretch me when your cock enters and moves wildly inside me."

Finally, I felt relief when he quit scrambling the eggs between my thighs, and he moved up to my mouth—sharing the sweet tasty leftovers of me with me.

Gunner knows how religious I've been about taking my birth control pills because I'm not allowed to get pregnant until my fighting season is over. So it surprised me that he didn't put on a condom when he quickly sunk inside me. Instead of allowing me to accommodate his size, he pumped into me like he was pumping air into a bicycle tire.

Just when I was enjoying the aggressive thrusts, he abruptly stopped, rolled off me, then groaned, "I'm too tired to do this right now. It'll have to wait until I'm more awake."

My head rapidly lifted off the bed, and my brows angrily drew to one. "What?" I snapped, shoving him. "Are you serious right now? You can't start something like that and then quit!"

He closed his eyes, and the corner of his mouth slowly curved upward. "I am serious, hun. I'm tired, so maybe we can continue this in the morning."

Oh hell no...

"The fuck you are!" I yelled, raising my voice loud enough to awake Wyatt. And I think I did; he's whimpering intermittent sounds. "Now you did it," I groaned, pushing him further away from me.

I sat up, moved to the edge of the bed, and swung my legs around. Gunner chuckled as I stood to check on Wyatt, pissing me off more than I was. "I don't know what you think is so funny because nothing that was said or done seconds ago was anything near something to laugh about," I retorted.

I walked over to the door, grabbed my robe, and as I swung it around me, Gunner pulled it away from me, dropped it to the ground, then lifted and carried me to the bed. "Let me go," I demanded. "I need to get Wyatt to go back asleep."

He hovered over me, shaking his head with a wicked grin. He lowered to my lips, pecking them softly. "I was only messing with you."

"You're teasing me like that caused our little man to wake up," I scowled.

"Wyatt's fine. He's only whimpering," Gunner stated, then locked his lips with mine before warning me of my attitude. "We need to work on that short temper," he moaned as our lips rhythmically moved together. And in one hard thrust, he was back inside me, satisfying my sugar walls and taking me into the only world I wanted to be in at the moment—making sure I forgot about him upsetting me.

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