Gunner's Flame

By Lynn Burke

Mitch “Gunner” Flannigan rules the Devil’s Outlaws with a firm hand, one trained by his stint in the SEALs and tempered by empathy for other vets. When a curvy redhead in Army fatigues snags his attention -- and puts him in the line of fire -- he’s torn b

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: Mar 29, 2019

Lynn Burke

USA Today Bestselling author Lynn Burke is a CrossFit and coffee addict. Her three spawn dictate how often she can be found hunched over her Mac, typing as fast as her fickle muse cooks up hot stories.

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Gunner’s Flame (Devil’s Outlaws MC 2)

Lynn Burke

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Table of Contents

Gunner’s Flame (Devil’s Outlaws MC 2)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Lynn Burke

Gunner’s Flame (Devil’s Outlaws MC 2)

Lynn Burke

Mitch Gunner Flannigan rules the Devil’s Outlaws with a firm hand, one trained by his stint in the SEALs and tempered by empathy for other vets. When a curvy redhead in Army fatigues snags his attention -- and puts him in the line of fire -- he’s torn between wanting to bury himself between her lush thighs and helping to ease her return to American soil.

The recent death of Shelby’s mother and her cousin’s terrorizing only adds to the PTSD hindering her return to civilian life. Flames ignite when she’s thrown into Gunner’s arms, where she also finds safety with someone who understands her struggles.

Attempts on Gunner’s life threaten their future, but so do the secrets Shelby withholds from him. When those secrets come to light Gunner will have a decision to make. Will he choose to stand with his loyal Outlaw brothers or will he choose the path that crosses them -- and leads him right into her arms?

Chapter One

Gunner

For November, the sun sure as fuck had it in for mankind. D.C.’s peaceful veterans’ march, the third I’d help orchestrate -- and fund with Outlaw’s extortion money from the very men sitting behind desks all throughout the city -- finished up.

A bunch of my brothers had taken part in the silent walk through our country’s capital, but most had headed back to the compound. Fuckers couldn’t handle the heat radiating off the roads and sidewalks. It wasn’t shit compared to the Afghanistan landscape I’d had the privilege of enjoying during my stint in the SEALS.

Drac and Brewer, both vets like me, lingered at the American Veterans Disabled for Life Memorial along with a few other dozen people, same as the previous three years. Men, women, some in old uniform, some in civilian clothes, hung around, but picking out those who'd served time was easy when you shared in having seen the horrors of war, too.

Something about the memorial drew me even though busy streets flanked the triangular area. The ceremonial flame flickered as the water gently flowed over the star-shaped fountain’s edge into the reflecting pool, a great place to reflect, whether I liked my thoughts or not.

Tinkering with bikes had always been a passion for me, and missing the brotherhood of my SEAL team, I’d ended up prospecting with the Devil’s Outlaws when my contract with the Navy was up. I was a natural leader and climbing the ranks, so when our president stepped down a few years earlier to retire to Florida, I gladly accepted the position I’d been voted into.

The club was my home, the other Outlaws my brothers. And the fact crooked politicians were hell-bent on war and tossed men’s lives away like stripped bolts rather than offering better for those who returned home with issues? We cashed in on that shit. Kept the club in top shape with enough money to spare for donating to various non-profits to help out other veterans.

Made me feel good about myself since not much else did.

Drac whistled under his breath, and I tore my gaze off the reflecting pool’s placid waters. Fatigues and combat boots couldn’t hide the womanly figure Drac stared at. Gorgeous tits, tiny waist, and an ass to cushion a hard pounding stiffened my dick. Bright red hair in a messy bun -- fuck, did I have a thing for redheads -- shoulders hunched, she hesitated at the memorial’s edge, glancing around as though lost. Her gaze landed on us, and she stumbled to a stop, her lips parting.

I’m all over that bitch. Drac made a move toward her, but I grabbed his arm, pulling him up short. What the hell, Gunner?

I stared, my gaze still ensnared by the paleness of her eyes. She’s all mine. While I wasn’t one to cockblock one of my brothers from getting pussy, the pixie-like features on her drawn face reeled me in. If the redhead was gonna put out, I’d be first in line.

Knowing Drac would stay put, I moved across the short distance separating me from the first woman to catch my eye in a while, sidestepping others in my way.

You look like you could use some help, I said, coming to stand in front of her. At six-foot-two, I towered over most women, but the flame-haired beauty didn’t have to crane her neck much to keep our gazes connected. Pale lashes, red at the tips, framed eyes blue as a summer sky, wide and a bit unfocused. Freckles covered her tanned skin, adding an innocent appearance that didn’t match her troubled eyes.

G -- got a smoke? she whispered and swallowed, the pulse in her neck galloping.

Gave that shit up a few years back. My gaze lingered on her naked, plump lips. You okay?

Yeah. Her attempted smile faltered, and she ran her palms down her thighs. Trying to adjust to being a civilian again. Crowds like this…

Been there.

Her gaze snapped up from my leather vest with its patches declaring who I was. Army?

Navy.

She rubbed her naked lips together. My dick twitched in my leathers. Did you see any action?

Afghanistan. I held up my hand. Lost these two fingers, lost my ability to be a SEAL, and got an honorable discharge when my contract expired. I glanced from one of her pale eyes to the other, trying to read the turmoil inside. You?

She swallowed again and nodded, glancing around.

I knew when not to pry. I’m Gunner. I held out my whole hand, and the touch of her soft grip raced a shot of lust straight to my dick.

Shelby.

Escaped tendrils of her hair blew over her freckled face in a breeze that held no hint of fall air. Got a red ’66 Shelby in my garage at home.

A bit of life lightened her gaze. My father might have had a thing for Mustangs once upon a time.

I like him already, I said with a grin, finally releasing my hold on her hand.

He passed a few years ago.

My lips flat-lined, and I shoved my hands in my pockets as the desire to wrap her up in my arms and comfort her made me twitch. I was all about getting pussy, but the emotional connection? I sure as fuck wasn’t looking for that shit since I had enough of my own to deal with. Sorry for your loss.

Thanks. She glanced over her shoulder and wrapped her own arms around her midsection, needing that hug my body wanted to offer even if my brain didn’t.

Deflated but not defeated for possibly hooking up with Shelby in the future, I angled my thoughts toward being her friend. I wasn’t a total douche, after all. Do you have a support group? They’re great for helping vets like us transition back to civilian life.

No. I just got back home three weeks ago.

There’s lots of groups.I can give you some names and numbers. I wanted to offer my own but bit my tongue.

I have crowd issues. Her voice small, gaze flitting -- she was similar to many such souls returning from war. I only came down here to meet my cousin. Otherwise? She shook her