Hunter (The Untouchables MC 6)

“We do need to talk, though.”

I felt a tremor in my belly as he turned my body to face him on the bed.

“Bad news, Princess.” He pushed my hair away from my face. “Or good news, if you ask me.”

“What is it?”

“I forgot to wrap.”

“Wrap?”

“My dick. I just fucked you without a condom. Twice, actually. And there was no way in hell I could have pulled out.”

My jaw dropped as his words sank in. No condom . . . twice. And I was nowhere near the end of my cycle. I’d let myself get carried away. How stupid could I be?

“How is that good news?” I asked, sounding shrill and out of breath. I was panicking, trying to remember exactly when my last period had been. I was a nurse, or almost a nurse. How irresponsible could I be?

I could take the morning after pill. But what if the pharmacy wasn’t open in the morning? If the blackout was still going, I might have to drive an hour or more to find someplace that was open. I would do it, of course. I kicked myself mentally, realizing how utterly foolish I had been.

It wasn’t like Hunter was exactly father material. He had dozens of women. I was sure of it. Maybe he has other children as well, I thought with a dawning sense of horror.

“I want kids. Lots of them. With you,” he said. “I hope you want the same.”

My jaw dropped again. Literally dropped. I had a feeling it was scraping the actual floor.

“Is this your MO? Do you have lots of baby mamas or something?”

The man had the actual gall to smile at me.

“Just you, Princess. I never wanted to knock anyone up before. And I never have.”

I rolled my eyes, not believing him for a second.

“Lucky me.”

He stepped closer, gripping my chin and forcing me to look up into his stormy gray eyes.

“I mean it. I am not a liar. I have not lied and will never lie. Especially not to you.”

I felt some of my anger slipping away to be replaced by shock. But I was also feeling that odd feeling again. A feeling of being safe and protected.

“I haven’t been with anyone for a long while, if that’s what is worrying you.”

I stared at him, reading nothing but truth in his expression. I was surprised by how badly I wanted to trust him. To give in to the feeling of safety I’d found in his arms. It was just hard to believe.

“Really?” I hated the insecurity I could hear in my own voice. I sounded breathy and feminine in a way I had never heard before.

He leaned closer, the heat of his body warming me from the inside out. His big rough hands came up to cup my face. I could feel his calluses as he pushed my hair off my cheeks.

“Yes. I was sleepwalking through life. Dead. But you woke me up.” His lips quirked into a half smile full of meaning. “Thank you for that.”

He leaned forward and kissed me. His lips were soft and gentle at first. I felt my resistance slipping away. I’d been ready to run back home, and part of me still wanted to. I was ready to lick my wounds, to process, to decide what to do about the morning after pill.

And I needed to check on Gran.

“I need to think about this, Hunter. And I am not ready to have a baby.”

He smiled, looking relieved.

“It’s entirely up to you, but please think about it.”

I blinked. I wanted to be mad at him. But I knew it was my fault, too. I was a nurse. I should have been thinking more practically.

“Okay. But I do need to go.”

He frowned a little but nodded.

“Fine. I will see you in the morning. Call me if you need anything.”

I dressed quickly. Hunter just shrugged his jacket over his bare chest and tugged on some jeans. He walked me back next door to Gran’s house. It was late but still dark out. There were a few bikers keeping watch on our block, and I could hear the rumble of bikes riding around the neighborhood. For the first time in my life, I found it reassuring.

I bit my lip when we stopped on the front stoop. He started to kiss me, but I felt self-conscious in front of his friends.

“None of that now, Princess. Give me your mouth.”

And I did. So help me, I did.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Michelle

It was still dark out when I woke. I turned to see my husband sitting on the edge of the bed in the darkness. Mason glanced over his shoulder at me. He was only half dressed but already pulling on his boots.

“Shit, did I wake you?”

I shook my head. He had, but I didn’t mind. Having babies in the house meant I always slept pretty light.