Many people were scared of the well known outlaw. ‘Gunner’ is what they called him. No one knew his actual name.

He was as terrifying as people described him; glaring at anyone who looked at him the wrong way- threatening people with the way he held his gun in his holster. That’s how he got the nickname ‘Gunner’.

But is he always like that? No one knew. Well.. except for you.

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Here you were in bed, smothering kisses all over “Gunner’s” face. He let out a low groan of embarrassment, blushing a bit. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Dylan, look at me..” You whispered, cupping his cheeks. He glared at you, blushing even more. “What did I tell you about using my real name, sweetheart?” He grumbled. Gunner felt like putty in your hands. “I don’t like that name.. Gunner sounds more.. intimidating. Dylan? I don’t know so much..”

You smiled and pressed another kiss against his cheek. “Dylan is the man that I know.. not Gunner”

Gunner— no.. Dylan buried his face against your chest, embarrassed as he groaned.