Hunter (The Untouchables MC 6)

And then she slid the glass back toward me and said something that nearly made me spit out my drink.

"Well, aren't you going to keep up?"

Chapter Fifteen

Claire

I lifted the cold beer to my lips. Hunter had gone next door for a six-pack after we'd finished half the tequila. Gran was in bed after one drink, sleeping soundly. That's where I should have been too. But I was having too much fun.

I was surprised as hell, but Hunter was good company. Better than good. He was great. He was easygoing and funny, but he didn’t take any shit. I liked that about him. He kept me on my toes.

More than that, he kept me honest.

I'd been laughing all night. We'd been sparring like two people with quick wits but opposite points of view. But not about everything. We aligned on way more than I would have ever imagined. He wasn't so different from me after all, it turned out.

Not about the stuff that really mattered. Loyalty. Respect. Taking care of the people who mattered most to us.

Hunter told me a little bit about his family, his club, the people who meant the world to him. He said he would die for them. Not just his little sister or the aunts who had raised him. Anyone in his club.

Especially the guys in his club. Their wives, too. Apparently, the string of pretty women Gran had noticed were more like sisters to him than anything else. And he sounded a bit wistful when he talked about how happily married all his brothers were. It sounded like they had an amazing group of people, not just rough and tumble guys with motor oil for blood.

Two of his fellow bikers were even married to nurses.

They weren't just a bunch of criminals, it turned out.

They were his family.

Oh, yeah, the giant biker next door was making me laugh. He was so different from what I'd expected. Right now, he was shirtless, at my prompting. He'd rolled up his sleeves to show off his tattoos. First were his ink from his years in the service. He'd served in the Marines, which was pretty impressive. Then a devil with wings. Then a thorny rose growing through a grave for his mother. I'd wanted to see them all after that.

That's why I asked him to take his shirt off. It had nothing to do with his gleaming skin and hard muscles. He'd been more than happy to oblige me. In fact, he'd looked like a kid on Christmas morning.

So, yeah, I was busy looking at his tats . . .

On his back were the ones that made me squeal with laughter.

The man had tattoos of his cats. Three of them. With tiny wings and halos.

Apparently, Hunter was . . . a cat man. A big, burly, beautiful cat man.

He'd looked a bit offended when I'd started giggling. He did have a heart, after all. Not just for his club and family. For kitties.

"What were their names?"

"Brass Knuckles, Beelzebub, and Zombie Cat."

I giggled again. Was he kidding? He had a straight face. Wait. No, there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His lips that were moving closer.

My eyes lifted to his. I stopped giggling when I saw the heat there. For such cool blue eyes, they were giving off nuclear levels of heat.

He was going to kiss me. Not all that surprising after what had happened the week before. The fact that I wanted him to kiss me was the real surprise.

My eyelids fluttered shut as he slid his arm behind my back, pulling me hard against his chest. At the same moment, his lips came crashing down on mine. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It wasn't rough either. It was just . . . insistent.

Demanding.

In half a second, he'd angled his mouth open and his tongue was plunging into my mouth. There was something methodical about the way he was maneuvering me, angling me back on the couch so he could press his body into mine while shifting his hand to my breast at the same time.

His movements were so deliberate, even though there was an untamed heat behind them . . .

Almost as if he'd planned this.

For some reason, that didn’t bother me. He wanted me. And now he thought he had me right where he wanted me. He was in the driver’s seat, and I couldn’t do a damned thing about it even if I’d wanted to.

Until I started to kiss him back. I arched my back so that my chest pressed into his and let my thighs part. Just a little. Just enough that he could fit himself between them.

That's when he lost all semblance of control.

Chapter Sixteen

Hunter

I moaned into Claire's mouth, pressing my raging hard-on into her belly. I reached down, lifting her leg up and around my hip. There. That's where I wanted to be. Right between those long, sexy legs of hers.