Hunter (The Untouchables MC 6)

Scary badasses.

They watched as we walked up to them in total silence. A couple of them raised eyebrows. I bit my lip and looked down. It was super obvious that we were together or just had been. Literally together.

Hot, messy sex on a couch together.

“This is my old lady,” Hunter said. “Claire. Her granny lives next door. We need to keep them safe.”

Looks of surprise swept over the bikers’ faces. Then they started grinning. All of them. I looked at Hunter. He had the exact same expression on his face.

“Fucking A,” one of the burly men said.

“’Bout time,” said another.

“Whatever you need, Hunter.”

“I’m gonna get her settled and be right back.”

I noticed that he did not let go of my arm as he guided me into his house and shut the door. He pressed me against it and kissed me deeply.

“This will only take a minute.”

“I should get back to Gran.”

“No way am I letting you out of my sight tonight, girl,” he said in his deep voice. “We are nowhere near done.”

I blinked up at him as he dragged a thumb across my lip.

“We haven’t even started.”

“Gran could wake up. She’ll be worried.”

“I’ll leave her a note. And I think the guys stationed out front will probably reassure her.”

Well, he had a point there. I had nothing I could say to that. No argument to make. Not when his big, hard body was pressed up against mine creating a riot of hot, unfamiliar sensations. The kind of sensations it was impossible to ignore. I shut my mouth and let him lead me deeper into the house.

“I want you waiting and ready for me,” he growled as he started pulling off my clothes. He cursed and stepped away. “Shit. Three minutes. Two.”

He paused at the door and looked back at me.

“Naked. In the bed. Now.”

And then he ran out of the house. I didn’t know a guy that size could move that fast. He was motoring.

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked around in the candlelight. Everything about Hunter was surprising. The house he lived in was nice. Really nice. It lacked a woman’s touch in terms of throw pillows and decor, but the bones were amazing. He’d moved some walls around. Painted. Hung more modern fixtures. He’d even found some trim that matched the thick wooden trim that was original to the age of the house.

It was beautiful.

I’d seen the living room and kitchen, but the bedroom was new to me. It was twice the size of the master bedroom in Gran’s house, even though the houses were originally identical. He had a California King in here. I perched there, imagining all the things that could happen on a bed that size.

And he wanted me to . . . sleep here. Every night.

I shivered slightly and wrapped my arms around myself.

Chapter Twenty

Hunter

I moved faster than I ever had in my entire goddamn life. My feet had wings. I had fucking wings. I talked to the guys quickly and then raced back into the house.

Claire was mine. And I was going to keep her safe. More than that, I was going to keep her.

Forever.

And I had to make sure she knew it. After I took her a dozen times or so. When I could finally breathe again without feeling this unrelenting ache in my cock.

Although I wondered if that would ever truly go away.

I burst into the bedroom, already breathing hard. Claire sat on the edge of the bed, looking nervous and unsure. She was still only partially undressed. I growled in frustration.

“Are you okay, hon?” I asked, trying to ignore my raging body.

She nodded and gave me a shy smile. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply. I didn’t want to rush her. But I really wanted to get started on the rest of our lives together.

“Clothes off. Now.” She stared at me for a second before nodding. I immediately started pulling her clothes off before she took over. I stripped quickly, leaving my clothes in a heap on the floor. I lifted her for a spine-tingling kiss and then laid her back on the bed.

“Spread your legs. I want to see that pussy.”

Her eyes got wide as I leaned over the bed and gripped an ankle.

“Got to be faster than that, Princess,” I murmured as I spread her gorgeous thighs apart. I groaned at the sight of her swollen pussy lips. She was perfect. And she was mine.

I grinned and licked my lips.

“This time, I am going to do this properly.”

“Wha–what?” she gasped, her hands moving to cover her breasts. She was still shy. That was okay.

I was going to cure her of that in about three fucking minutes.

“Play with those titties for me.”

She looked even more shocked. But as I lowered my head and started to run my tongue up and down her pussy lips, I noticed she did as I asked. The image of her delicate fingers toying with her luscious breasts nearly undid me.