Gunner begged me to stop worshiping his blue-veined cigar while tugging and pulling my hair. But how he was moaning and groaning and pumping into my mouth had me wanting to keep my mouth tightly wrapped around him longer. So I refused to submit and continued graciously, moving my mouth along the one satisfying tool that knew how to keep the fire burning inside me. I massaged and pressed my tongue harder against the pulsating veins every time my tongue rubbed against them, hoping he'd tug my hair harder.

"Aria, stop," he groaned, his fingers tightening around my long tresses and tugging like I wanted him to. And how he was gripping and pulling and how his veins were growing and pulsating faster; I knew he was getting ready to feed me his version of a Pina Colada.

I call it the Penis Colada.

I slowly moved my mouth towards the head of his cock while gently grazing my teeth against his skin. And when I heard Gunner breathing harder and erratically, I stopped and held the head of his cock between my teeth and then used my tongue to tease the tip, causing Gunner to gasp and explode like an erupting volcano.

My eyes rolled up to his, and I smiled when I released him from my mouth. He was shaking his head and grinning while I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Am I going to have to start calling you Peppermint Patty?"

"No, why?"

"You must have had a minty treat in your mouth. I feel pins and needles roaming throughout my dick, with the peppermint feeling causing it to feel numb as it cools my skin."

I giggled, stuck out my tongue, and showed him what was left of the throat lozenge I discreetly shoved into my mouth when I lowered onto my knees. "My throat was feeling itchy. Plus, I wanted to give you a whole new meaning of a mind-blowing blowjob."

"It was mind-blowing, all right. But now you're in deep trouble for not listening to me when I ordered you to stop," Gunner warned, but not very convincing.

"I'm so scared," I teased as he picked me up.

He carried me over to the bed, then fell on top of me as he laid me on the mattress, locking his lips with mine in a desperate attempt to make me forget who and where I was. He grabbed hold of my wrists and shoved them above my head, holding them firm with one hand and using his other hand to slide underneath my shirt and up to my breasts, massaging them back and forth.

Not caring, the shirt I was wearing was one of my favorites. Gunner's mouth left mine, and it lowered to the buttons of my shirt. He bit, tugged, and ripped off all the buttons, exposing my breasts when the shirt opened, causing my speed bumps to grow firm and tall when the cold air hit my nipples. Then a loud groan escaped his lips. "Mama," he excitedly muttered. "Come to daddy," he whispered, wrapping his mouth around a nipple.

Here we go...

Thinking Gunner would tease them by biting and tugging, my eyes tightly closed, but when he finished satisfying the one nipple and moved to the other, I relaxed. All he did was lick, flick his tongue against it and then suck on my tit, pretending to be Wyatt.

I smiled, hummed, and purred.

He moved back to my lips and moaned in delight when his tongue found mine.

My clit was now more than swollen. It felt like it was about to burst from all the throbbing Gunner was causing it to do. I'm supposed to be the one rewarding him, and here he is, lowering his mouth to the velvet lounge, sliding his tongue between the curtains, but then he abruptly stopped. I lifted my head fast, and when my eyes met with his, I furrowed my brows, thinking he was teasing me like he did not too long ago. "What are you doing now?"

"I forgot something."

"I'm on the pill, remember?"

He laughed while pushing himself off me. Then, he walked over to his luggage next to the wall, bent down, and as he unzipped the suitcase, he informed, "I'm not looking for a condom, Aria. There's something else I want inside my portmanteau."

After he dug in his traveling bag and removed what he was looking for, my eyes widened when I heard rattling noises when he stood.

Handcuffs...

"If anyone should be using those tonight, it should be me," I retorted.

"You said it yourself. I'm the master," he said in amusement while reaching for my wrists.

Ugh...

The handcuffs clicked as he locked them into place. Next, Gunner raised my arms above my head and latched them to the poles of the lights hanging above the bed. I wish he would just let me be the dominant one for once.

My plan tonight was to be the dominant one finally—I wanted to be the one in control of our daring sexual rendezvous—doing something out of the norm. A sexual act that he refuses me to do when we're at home. I want to be aggressive and spontaneous—something my raging hormones keep insisting they get to experience.

I sighed.

Damn him!

I'll get him in those damn handcuffs one of these days, and I'll finally be in control.

Gunner spread my legs, and then he forced his tongue between my moistened folds, satisfying me until I forgot how I wanted to be the one in control tonight. He slowly licked up and down, then flicked and twirled his tongue around my swollen, throbbing button. It felt so good that it sent shivers up my spine and to the top of my head, causing the hair on my head to feel like I had stuck my finger into a light socket.

I squirmed, and he held my hips tighter. Then I squealed and arched my back when his tongue entered the moistened canal. My hips bucked up and down and from side to side. I badly wanted to knead my fingers into his head and grab hold of his hair and tug, but no, I couldn't. Instead, my wrists were bound, handcuffed to the lights.

"Gunner!" I screamed.

I screamed so loud that I'm sure Neron and our neighbors heard me on the other side of the room, most likely calling security to have them check to make sure Gunner wasn't killing me. Then he grabbed hold of my legs, raised and placed them over his shoulders, and moaned in a thirsty gratification when his mouth wrapped around and his tongue dug deeper into my cream-filled warm pie.

My body was numb from all the orgasms; it was orgasm after orgasm. And then the most wicked orgasm hit.

"Fuck!" I emphasized, loudly moaning.

I felt like a monster from the uncontrollable orgasm that was just given to me, or a vibrator that was shaking violently.

The euphoria I was feeling was the most wonderful and earth-shattering feeling I've felt in weeks. My face felt flushed, my body was tingling, my beating heart let me know it was still alive by how it was racing, my legs were numb, and I lost all feeling in my arms.

My stomach was starting to ache, which told me I was getting close to releasing. Gunner's mouth wrapped around my aching clit, and then he latched onto it with his teeth and flicked his tongue against it, causing the clenched muscles in my stomach to loosen. He sucked, bit, tugged, licked, and flicked, then sucked again. Finally, I lost it and let myself go, nearly passing out from the excitement.

He was full of hunger when he moved back to my lips, kissing me hard and demanding while moaning in my mouth, "I love how you taste, and I fucking love how you respond to me when my mouth pleasures your beautiful pink lips."

He reached for the handcuffs, and when he unlocked them, I thought I was finally set free, but I was wrong.

Instead of unshackling me, Gunner flipped me onto all fours, and then he reached for my wrists and raised them, confining them back to where they were. Then he hovered over me and slid my hair to the other side, exposing my neck. The room's coolness and gentle touch caused those pesky bumps to poke through my skin. Excitement pooled through me when he sunk his teeth into my neck, and his hand reached around and covered my pussy—teasing my overly excited clit once again while his cock thrust into my warm, wet socket, which provoked sparks to fly from the heat and urgency of his thrusts.

"Fuck me, Gunner," I moaned.

"Keep talking dirty to me," he said lowly, his thrusts slowing to hear me instead of our skins slapping against each other.

"I want you to fuck me hard," I begged.

Apparently, what I insisted be do wasn't dirty enough because his thrusts were still going slow. So I demanded, "Gunner, I want you to fuck my pussy hard, fuck me so hard I break."

His thrusts got harder and faster. So I continued talking dirty, but I also teased, "Fuck me like I'm asking you to fuck me; if you don't, I'll get that vibrator you bought me, and I'll use that to please me the way I wish to be fucked right now."

He groaned, then leaned to my ear. "I fucking love when you talk dirty to me," he said, triggering more goosebumps to prod throughout my body and prompting my aching, leaking nipples to erect even harder. "I want to hear you whimper, moan, and scream," he moaned with more forceful thrusts.

I whimpered.

I moaned.

And then I screamed Gunner's name when an overwhelming, powerful orgasm hit.

"That's my girl," he blissfully whispered, giving me one hard and final thrust—feeding me his entire cock and stopped, releasing the swimmers to go on a mission they won't be able to accomplish.

Apparently, Gunner wasn't fully sexually satisfied just yet or finished satisfying me. After removing my wrists from the handcuffs, he lifted then carried me into the shower, fucking me until I couldn't feel my pussy anymore.

"If I got pregnant tonight, you'd be the one answering Neron when he asks how it happened," I warned when Gunner turned off the water.

He chuckled, turned around, and smiled while reaching for my hand. "If he were to ask how it happened, I'd tell him he'll need to go back to school to learn how a woman gets pregnant, and then I'll explain the birds and the bees to him like he's a ten-year-old asking what sex is."

"Smartass," I giggled.

"Well?" He said, mischievously grinning. "If someone asks a stupid question, I'll give a stupid answer," he chuckled.

"You know what I meant."

He lifted me into his arms and carried me back to bed. "I know what you meant; I was only trying to be funny. But don't worry, if it happens, I'll take the blame. I enjoy his punishments anyway."

While Gunner lovingly caressed my naked skin as I lay quietly in his arms, I closed my eyes when Stacey's, my father's, and my mother's faces flashed before me. And when they refused to leave, I told myself to think of Wyatt, hoping to see his cute little face, but I didn't. Instead, my father and Stacey left, but my mother's face stayed. It was an expression of hers I'll never forget—the look of shock, hurt, and sadness when my father told her he was leaving her for another woman.

"She was pregnant," I whispered.

"Who was pregnant? Nikki?"

I slowly shook my head and let out a heavy sigh. "No. My mother. My father left her when she was five months pregnant."

"Five months?"

I nodded, squeezing my arm around his chest tighter. "I was six years old and excited I was finally going to be a big sister and extremely excited that I wouldn't be the youngest child anymore. The first time I met Stacey, she introduced me to her little girl, Felicia. She was almost a year old, and when she wanted to play with me, I was ecstatic about it, and it had me feeling more excited for my sister to arrive. Then when I mentioned to Stacey that my mom was pregnant, I remember her face turning red, and the smile she had moments earlier turned upside down. And then she snapped at my dad. At the time, I didn't understand why the news of my mother's pregnancy surprised her until I overheard her yelling at my father later that night. That's when I figured out what she meant about being his girlfriend and that she would be taking my mom's place in my father's life."

Gunner's head lowered, and he held me tighter when his lips greeted my forehead. "I'm sorry that happened."

"You don't have to be sorry."

"I know I don't. But I am. I always thought my life sucked growing up by not having my mother in it, but knowing what you and your brother went through, I realize my childhood wasn't so bad," he sincerely said while caressing my arm.

"Wait. You said your mom was five months pregnant?"

I nodded. He sighed.

"Am I missing something? Because this is the first, I've heard about another sibling on yours. Did she have a late miscarriage?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "My father was the one who told us she lost the baby. But after watching my mother go through what she was, I wasn't sure if she had a miscarriage due to the stress or if she purposely hurt the baby, thinking it would make my dad come back."

"What do you think happened?"

I closed my eyes and thought back to the day my father was over, grabbing the last of his belongings. It was then; he told my mother their marriage was over and that he had another woman in his life. After he left, she wasn't in her right mind. She was a mess. My mother felt she had lost the only man she ever loved and felt there was no way she'd ever love another man. So in my heart, I think she hurt herself to hurt the baby. But I can't say for sure because I was only six and didn't understand a whole lot then. All I remember was being distraught that I was back to being the youngest child again.

"I don't know. I don't want to accuse my mother of doing something she didn't do. But I honestly feel she purposely harmed the baby, but I also believe that if she hurt my sister, it was unintentional since she had no clue what she was doing, where she was, or who she was. That's how out of it my mother was."

Opening up to Gunner about my mother, my father, and the sister I almost had was something I never expected to bring up and talk to him about. Especially tonight. But after talking to him about some of the past I've bottled deep inside me, I must say I feel weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and I felt way more relaxed than I have these last few months.

"I'm glad you opened more to me about what you've been holding in," he said, talking lowly. "It wasn't something I was expecting you to do tonight. And I thank you for giving me more insight into your childhood. It helps me understand more of what's been going on with you. So I want you to know whenever you're ready to tell me more. I'll be there for you with open arms and ears—ready to listen to whatever you need to say, and I'll be more than ready to comfort you."

I already know you'll be there for me, and I love you for that.

I nestled my head in the crook of his neck and closed my eyes. "I appreciate that more than you think I do. Good night," I whispered.

***

Three days without being around or seeing Wyatt was too long for me to be away from him, and now I cannot wait to walk through the door to see, hold, and hug him.

My heart instantly melted when I opened the door and heard Wyatt laughing in the other room. Hearing his laughter made me more anxious to see him, and instead of removing my shoes, I hurried into the living room to see what he and Walter were up to, and when I saw Wyatt jumping on Walter's lap while pulling Walter's bushy eyebrows, I laughed.

Walter looked my way, smiled, then got Wyatt's attention and pointed at me. "Look, who's home!"

I hurried to the couch, picked Wyatt up from Walter's lap, and smothered him with hugs and kisses. "Oh, I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too. Where's my hug and kiss? Hmm?" Walter teased, looking happy and relieved I was finally home.

I giggled and smiled while kissing Wyatt's cheeks, then I lifted him into the air and looked at Wyatt. "I better say hello to grandpa Walter before he starts crying."

"I don't cry. I state facts," Walter quipped.

I sat next to Walter, rested my cheek on his shoulder, and then wrapped my arm around him and squeezed. "I missed you, too, Walter."

"Liar."

I lifted my head and grinned as I looked at him. "No, I'm not. I wouldn't lie about that."

"You didn't call. You would have called if you missed me as much as you say. You used to call whenever you went out of town with Mr. Casanova."

I laughed. Casanova?

"I was busy. But even though we had a lot going on, I still thought about you day and night. You should know me by now and know how I worry about you all the time."

"You still should have called," he tsked, acting like he was upset with me. "What if something happened to me?"

Shit.

Walter's really upset.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. But if something happened to you, you know Justin or Nikki would have called us, and we would have been on the first flight home."

He smiled, then laughed, patting my back. "You're so gullible. I knew you would be busy. So I wasn't expecting you to call," he chuckled. "Besides. Why would a beautiful young woman like you, who's thousands of miles away with her Casanova boy toy, be thinking about an older man like me? I would have been doing the same as you—enjoying life."

"You're such a tease."

"I'm sure Gunner's a better tease than me," he smiled, leaned closer, and stared into my eyes. "Hopefully, you two got to fuck like wild rabbits," he snickered, then turned serious. "You two better have taken advantage of your free time. I know I would have."

"Walter..."

"What?"

"Children's ears."

"Who's? Wyatt's, or mine?"

I giggled, pointing at Wyatt.

"I didn't know he knew what we were saying. I thought he only understood the words goo-goo-ga-ga."

God, this man.

He can't help himself.

I shook my head, then turned and looked around when I realized how quiet it was. "Where is everyone?"

"Your brother is downstairs, and Nikki just headed to take a shower. I asked if she needed any help, but she refused."

I giggled and playfully smacked Walter's arm. "Behave yourself."

"That's going to leave a mark. That's called elderly abuse, you know," he frowned, trying to look serious while rubbing his arm.

I saw the smirk he was trying to hide, and when I smiled, he chuckled. "Damn. I thought I'd get you this time... so, Aria... when are we going to have this date? I've been patiently waiting, and I'm not so sure I can wait much longer."

"Whenever you would like, we can go. Where did you want to take me, anyway?"

"Will you allow me to have a drink?"

"Nope."

"Damn. No taverns, then. Are you sure I can't have at least one bourbon?"

"Nope."

"One scotch?"

"Nope."

"One beer?"

"Walter..."

"Fine..." he groaned.

"Justin must have been listening to George Thorogood," I giggled, looking at Gunner after entering the room.

"Who's that?" Walter curiously asked.

"You just referenced part of a song he sings."

"Oh, so that's where I heard it. Catchy tune; I've been humming that tune all morning. A bourbon, scotch, and a beer sounded real good, too," he grinned. "I figured that you'd finally allow me to enjoy what's left of my time here since I was getting closer to my death bed. Just thinking about all three of those drinks had my mouth watering. It's too bad you've got to be such a meanie all the time," he huffed. But I knew he was messing with me because I noticed him hiding a smile behind that huff.

"Walter, I'm not trying to be mean. I'm trying to extend what's left of your life, and drinking alcohol will weaken your organs."

He waved his hand over his face, puffing. "Pfft... I'm not worried about that. I'd rather die a happy man while enjoying a glass of scotch than die upset from being restricted from what makes me happy."

"Walter," I sighed.

He patted my lap. "Anywho. Enough of the sappy talk. Let's figure out this date. Where would you like to eat?"

"How about Italian?"

Walter's eyes lit up like a lightbulb, and he smiled brightly, showing me he hadn't put in his dentures. "Italian food in an Italian restaurant... so romantic."

"It's only dinner, ole man," Gunner warned.

Walter reached for my hand and smiled. Then, giving me a look I've never seen him make, he beautifully said, "Vorrei baciarti al chiaro di luna."

"Not in your lifetime, ole man," Gunner groaned.

My eyes widened, and my mouth instantly dropped. I had no clue what Walter said, but it sounded beautiful. But what surprised me the most was Gunner. I had no clue he knew any foreign languages and how Gunner responded to Walter the way he did. I'm inquisitive to know what Walter said to me.

"Walter... what did you say that got Gunner irritated?"

Walter chuckled and smiled. "I was only testing Gunner—curious to see if he knew Italian. Now that I know he does, I'm at ease with his response."

"You still haven't answered my question. What did you say?"

"He said, I would like to kiss you underneath the moonlight. If anyone is kissing you underneath the moonlight, it'll be me. Not him."

Hopefully, the chapter was okay!❤🤞❤🤞