Unbroken 2

“We got books?”

She rolled her eyes as she rifled through Hunter’s old clothes, picking some out for herself. She threw them behind her, and Hunter caught them one after the other.

“Can’t have anyone seein’ this shit,” Jesse murmured to him, amused. “We’re acting like little sissy bitches, carrying a tiny chick’s shit. No one would believe we’re two hardened bikers if this got out.”

“You’re not bothered,” Hunter returned swiftly, fighting the smile on his face.

As Jesse watched her, his face filled with friendly affection, he replied, “Nah, I ain’t.”

“Anything happening at the clubhouse right now?” Skye wondered after she finished destroying Hunter’s bedroom.

Jesse shrugged. “It’s Warlords members only tonight, so I bet everyone’s acting rowdy, what’s new?”

“Well, I’m ready to get a little loose after today,” she declared, staring at them now, looking like a sad charity case in those god-awful clothes. “I need some booze. Can we get drunk and crazy and just have some fun?”

Jesse shot Hunter a look of approval. “Anything can be done among the Warlords.”

Skye

Something pivotal had shifted inside me.

When we returned to the clubhouse pub, there was a newfound confidence in my step as I joined everyone without one ounce of hesitancy.

I had been honest. I had confronted Kurt. I had let him know where I was—where I fuckingbelonged.

And something about that was so freeing.

I could tell Hunter was happy about it. He kept shooting me these looks as I swept the room, for once not having to serve everyone.

I…let go.

Let go as in…I didn’t care anymore.

Like Jesse had told me today:Be you.

I could be me because the Warlords accepted me. They had seen me at my worst and never judged me. I fucking loved them for it.

I gossiped with the ladies and danced with Jesse because he was damn good at moving his body. I fucking loved how weird he was, how weirdIwas. All the while Hunter shadowed me, watching me heatedly as I literally blended in with his family.

Never once did I think about Kurt because fuck that guy. He didn’t get it, never would, and that was okay.

Tonight wasn’t about problems and lingering on sadness. Tonight was about letting go and embracing the world I was in.

“I don’t want you drunk,” Hunter said when I stopped to take another shot. He slid the glass away from me. “Need you alert, Nugget.”

I didn’t drink. I kissed him instead.

His arms wrapped around me, his hands possessively groped my ass, keeping me plastered to his frame as he swirled his tongue against mine. I felt his hard length against my stomach, and I moaned in his mouth, lost to the taste of him. I spiralled in his hold, wanting him, deliriously fixated on his rough touch. I didn’t care who was watching because I was certain nobody was. It was nearly midnight, the members were drunk, the noise had died down. I could hear kisses nearby. Could hear a few men cussing under their breaths as their women opened themselves up.

Hunter picked me up and led me out of the pub. His forehead bumped mine as he carried me into the surveillance room. Lance was gaming before the screens, barely looking in our direction as we went past him, Hunter’s hands gripping me, my centre pressed against his hard length.

“Fuck, Skye, you’re part of us now, you know that? I felt it,” Hunter said heatedly as he kissed me all over the face. “The way you lit up the room tonight…Fuck, you make me so proud to call you mine.”

I had my arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed me hard, consuming me, obliterating my self-control. I tangled my fingers in his hair, gripping the strands tightly as he pressed the code behind me. The door clicked open, and he led me in, his groans rough, his breaths ragged. The room was dark, empty, and bathed in complete silence. I found myself letting go completely, rubbing my core against his cock, wanting desperately to be taken.

“Hunter,” I whispered, needily.

Sensing my urgency, Hunter dropped down on the couch in the lounge and immediately pulled back to unzip his pants. I threw my shirt off, and then my bra and he shook beneath me, cursing. “Fuck yeah, Skye.” He slid my tights off, kept my panties on and shuffled the fabric aside to shove his cock inside me. He slid into me in one rough stroke, holding his breath, muttering how tight I felt.