Harlow knew exactly what he was doing as she sat in the bath, waiting. The rustling of sheets was quite clear. Hunter was removing them. Before she had attempted to make her escape, she’d seen the blood. Pressing her face to her hands, she tried not to think. She tried not to even breathe. This was so embarrassing. How did any woman … cope? She didn’t know what to think or how to feel.
She dropped her hands into the water and glanced around the bathroom. His home was amazing and certainly not something she would have pegged Hunter to have. She’d only ever seen him running around the clubhouse or with the club. There had never been any hint of him owning such a lavish place. She would have known. The people of Fort Clover were massive gossips, especially when it came to the club. She knew not to ask too many questions, mainly because her brother had often told her not to. Even though she hated taking advice from him, it seemed like the best idea.
Wrapping her arms around herself, resting her hands on her forearms, she rubbed them up and down, trying to comfort herself. There was no one to talk to. No one to share what happened here tonight.
She didn’t know how much time had passed before Hunter finally appeared in the bathroom. He didn’t say a word but walked over to his large bathtub and stepped inside, sitting opposite her.
For several minutes neither of them spoke. Harlow didn’t know what to say, and that was a first, even for her. She always knew what to say, or just blurted out what was required of her.
This was different. Hunter wasn’t just some guy. He was the guy she’d given her virginity to. Yeah, it still came as a shock to her that she had given this man her V-card. It was insane.
“How are you?” she asked. It was the first thing she could think to ask.
Hunter chuckled. “That is something I should be asking you.”
“Why?”
“It’s not my first time.”
“How was your first time?” Harlow asked.
“You’re seriously asking me how my first time was?”
She nodded. To her, it seemed like a much easier topic right now. She hated to admit she was a little jealous but Hunter was older than her, and, well, she had absolutely no intention of getting her hopes up when it came to this relationship. She wouldn’t be holding onto a dream. This was sex. Nothing more, nothing less. And she intended to enjoy it.
He wasn’t going to tell his buddies, nor was she. Not that she had many buddies to tell. Ava, Abriana, Larissa, and sometimes Raven, depending on the day. Other than that, she didn’t have anyone to talk to.
“Yeah. It will fill the silence.”
Hunter chuckled. “Tell me how your first time was?”
She frowned. “You just experienced it.”
“No, I experienced a tight, hot, soaking-wet pussy, and a woman that nearly pushed me away. How was your first time?”
“Are you asking to be judged?” she asked.
He snorted. “If you think you can judge me.”
She pressed a finger to her lip. “I’d give you a five out of ten for effort.”
“A five?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Why a five?”
She could tell she had upset him. “Well, it was my first time so that would mean it was going to partially suck anyway, if you think about it. There was going to be pain, and it was going to be awkward. So a five for effort, because there is always room for improvement. Let’s see, I think on the erection score, I’ll give you an … eight.”
“An eight?”
“Yeah, an eight, because I don’t know if you can get harder or not. Some of these things I’m going to have to assess as we go.” She pursed her lips. “Kissing was pretty decent, nothing worth remembering, but then it was just a kiss. The orgasm was good. I’ll give that about a seven, because I know a man of your experience can do better.”
Harlow gasped as suddenly Hunter struck, and before she knew what was happening, she was straddling his lap. She felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her pussy.
“Five, seven, eights, pretty decent, and good?” he asked, running a single finger down her spine. Each touch made her shiver, not in fear but anticipation. “I knew you had a smart mouth, I just didn’t realize how much of one.”
She winked. “At least you think my mouth is smart.”
“Yeah, but you see, I don’t consider myself a perfectionist. Not really. I’m fucking bad at it, but when it comes to pleasing a woman and fucking, I am a master at it. I am a perfectionist at it.” He gripped the back of her neck tightly, and pulled her against him. Their lips were so close, but not quite touching. “And I think I will be kind to you about those scores, but only this once.”
Before she could say anything more, his lips were pressed against hers, and she melted against him, not wanting him to stop. His lips felt so good.
She moaned his name, and he growled against her lips. She had no choice but to grab onto his shoulders as she suddenly moved her into a new position, and then she felt the hard ridge of his cock at her entrance.
Harlow tightened her hold on him as he slid her down his length, and she took inch by inch inside her. She loved the feel of him as he filled her and she didn’t want him to stop. Thrusting her head back, she let out a moan, desperate for more.
“Fuck me, you are beautiful,” he said.
Harlow was so taken aback, she opened her eyes and looked at him. She hadn’t even realized she had closed her eyes until he spoke.
“You think I’m beautiful?”
“Yeah, you are.”
No one had ever called her that before.
Hunter took hold of her hips and began to slide her up and down his length. She sunk her teeth into her lip, and he let go of her body to cup her face. His thumb traced across her lip, and then he pulled it out from between her teeth. He gave a little tut.
“No, you don’t get to control those screams. I want to hear them,” he said.
Hunter lifted her up, and she was very much aware of the water that surrounded them, but that didn’t seem to stop him as he worked her up and down his length. He held onto her, driving inside her, going in deeper. There hadn’t been any pain this time, but there was an ache. A pleasure one, that drove her higher and higher.
Gritting her teeth, she tried to contain the moans, but then his hands wandered. One of them went to the back of her neck, as the other moved down to between their thighs.
The moment he touched her clit, there was no holding back. She was so sensitive, and Hunter seemed to know exactly what he was doing as he captured her cries of release. The kiss was hard, commanding, and deep.
The pleasure began to build within her body, threatening to spill over instantly, but Hunter kept her dancing at the precipice, not allowing her to fall. He held her perched on the very edge, and she begged and pleaded, all of which was lost as he kissed her.
She knew exactly what he was doing. Hunter was letting her knew he was in charge. She was at his mercy, no one else’s. Just his.
Another moan, another whimper, and then he took her over the edge. With his cock buried deep inside her, this felt so different. She felt so full and yet it was like he wouldn’t allow her to stop. Even when she didn’t think she could take any more, he took her over the edge into a second, unexpected orgasm.
Harlow could do no more than feel at this time. She felt him, ached for him, and then he was ready for more. He returned his hands to her hips and began to thrust inside her, driving in harder and faster, fucking her so deep that she didn’t know where she ended or he began. It felt so good. Hunter was like a machine, and this time, water spilled over the edge of the tub with the sheer force of his thrusts.
She couldn’t do anything but hold onto his shoulders. He had turned her into liquid.
And now, it was his turn. She watched him, unable to look away as he came. He pulled her down onto his cock, and she felt his length as it pulsed inside her. Each pulse reminding her that she wasn’t on birth control, and he wasn’t wearing a condom. The moment it was over, Hunter pressed his face against her chest, kissing each tit in turn.
“We fucked up,” Harlow said.
Hunter groaned. “Why?”
“We haven’t used any kind of birth control,” she said. She hated to break the mood, but seeing as this wasn’t a true relationship, she didn’t see the point in hiding it. “And you didn’t wear a condom.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Why?” Harlow asked.
“Because I didn’t want to.”
Harlow opened her mouth, closed it, and wasn’t exactly sure what to say. How did she respond to him?
“You’re going to have to start wearing condoms,” Harlow said.
“Or, get on the pill because I liked feeling your naked cunt wrapped around my dick, and now that I have felt it, I want more.”
She glared at him. “What about the other women? They could give me diseases?”
“You’ll be the only one I’m fucking,” Hunter said.
Okay, so there are a lot of things wrong with this scenario. For one, she knew she should tell Hunter to fuck off and to wear a condom. She knew that, without a shadow of a doubt. But … in the back of her mind as Harlow logic, she kind of felt it meant he wanted to extend this relationship.
This was fucked up. Totally one hundred percent messed up. Harlow knew she should get out of it now, but she also wanted to see where it went.
This is not going anywhere. He has made that clear. He is an asshole. He’s not a good guy. This is fucking. Nothing more, nothing less.
Hunter had never given her anything to suggest it would be something more. Nothing. Zip. Nada. She had to stop getting her hopes up and thinking this could be more than it was.
“Do you promise?” she asked.
“What?”
“There will be no more women. None of the club pussy. That I’ll be the only one you’re with.” She couldn’t believe she was even asking this. It was so fucking stupid and insane. She was no doormat. If she wanted him to wear a condom, then he should fucking wear one.
“There is no one else, I promise,” he said.
And there went her fucking heart. She tried to ignore it. This was not a confession of love. It wasn’t even a guarantee. She didn’t know if he was going to lie to her, break his promise. For all she knew, there were dozens of club pussy waiting back at the clubhouse for him. She knew her brother was always swamped with offers from women. She didn’t care about Big Dick, though.
This was about her.
****
The following morning, Hunter stared at Harlow, asleep in his bed. He knew he had fucked up big time with this woman. He had no qualms about wearing a rubber. There was no reason for him to not wear one now, other than he loved the feel of Harlow’s naked pussy wrapped around his dick.
It didn’t hold any special memories or sweet connotations. He was being a selfish prick. He’d worn a rubber with all the other women, but he had also known they had multiple partners. He wasn’t anyone or anything special to them. Hunter had been a trophy and a revenge fuck. To the wives he’d gotten into bed, they had been easy meat, and he an easy target. He had seen them with their husbands and watched as they looked at him hungrily. All it had taken was a few nice words and they were begging for more.
Wives were easy. They didn’t want forever. Especially the wives with rich husbands. They loved an easy lifestyle. They enjoyed not working and just living to shop and keep a clean house. He was a dirty rebel. The biker. They even liked the fact if their husbands were to come home, the truth was, they couldn’t do anything.
Yes, some of the men had given him a black eye, but he’d accepted that. He had also enjoyed the challenge, the fight. Sometimes it had been better than the fuck itself. Now as he looked over at Harlow, he couldn’t help but feel something. He didn’t know what it was. He’d been her first last night, and after the bath, he’d taken care of her. Cleaning her, drying her, and then carrying her to the main bedroom, where he couldn’t resist taking her again.
With the house locked up tight, he didn’t want to drive out to her apartment to drop her off.
He reached out as if to touch her, but stopped himself. This was sex. This wasn’t going to be permanent. Big Dick was never going to find out what he’d done to his little sister.
Getting to his feet, he left the bedroom but couldn’t resist another glance back. Harlow belonged to him. No other man had touched her.
To Hunter, virgins had been a mystery because he’d never encountered one. Not a woman that had waited for him. He’d always gravitated to experienced women. Women with partners made life easier for him, especially when it came time to walk away. With that, he was an expert. Walking away was the easy thing to do.
Pulling his gaze away from the beauty in his bed, he made his way downstairs, and as he did, he heard the ringing of his cell phone. His place was big enough that any ringing shouldn’t affect the woman asleep in his bed, but he wasn’t willing to risk it, and he rushed to his phone, answering it after he saw who the call was from.
“What’s up?” Hunter asked.
“Where are you?” Smokey asked.
“I’m at home, just checking on a few things. I got an alert, but it was some cat or stray or something.” He didn’t like lying to his prez. Smokey had made mistakes over the years, but he was still his fucking brother, and the man had saved his back more times than he could count.
The truth was, Smokey was his best fucking friend, not that he’d get all warm and cuddly with that kind of shit. They were not going to braid hair, or do anything about it. Nor was he going to buy him a necklace.
“I need you down at the bakery.”
Hunter tensed up. There was no way Smokey fucking knew.
“Why?” Hunter asked.
“There was a hit on the place.”
“A hit?”
“Someone flung a brick through the window and it had a message on it.”
“What was the message?”
“Soon.”
“Soon?” Hunter asked, repeating him.
“Yeah. I need you to come and look. I’ve got Big Dick on the scene and a couple of guys. This is the Twisted fucks. You know it, and I know it. I’m not going to have them toying with my woman.”
“You’re sure it’s not just a bunch of kids messing around, causing damage?” Hunter asked.
They had sent the Twisted Bastards MC into hiding. They had wiped out Creed as well as a few of their members. There was no fucking way for them to come running back unless they were fucking stupid.
“No, trust me.”
With that, Smokey hung up.
“Shit.”
“What is it?” Harlow asked.
He spun around as he hadn’t heard her approach. “You were asleep?”
“Nah, I wasn’t. I’m a light sleeper. The moment you started to get out of bed and get dressed, I was awake.”
“Don’t do that kind of shit again. If you’re awake, tell me. I don’t play the game like that. What did you hear?” he asked.
“Something about the bakery,” Harlow said. “It wasn’t exactly clear. You were on the phone and I only really heard your side. You think it’s kids?”
“Someone tossed a brick through your window. Have you and Ava got any bad blood with any of the local thugs?”
Harlow shook her head. “Just to point out, in Fort Clover, you’re the local thugs, and nah, we’ve had a pretty easy time of it, since the whole club accepted Ava, and Smokey loving her and claiming her and all that. It’s an attack?”
“Unless you think tossing a brick through a window is a sweet love note.”
She snorted. “I might not be the expert on sex, but I do know that a brick through a window is not good. So not good on many different levels.”
“Why did you pretend to sleep?” he asked, more interested in why she’d do that than driving over to the bakery. He wasn’t afraid of the threat the club faced. They always had them. Those threats had only increased since joining forces with Carlos Santiago. The Twisted Bastards MC were just an old enemy, and like now, they would make a fuck-up.
Kind of like how you’ve fucked up big time by screwing Big Dick’s little sister.
“I … ugh … I didn’t know what to do.”
“So you pretended to sleep.”
“I’ve never done the whole morning after.” She shrugged. “I did what I thought I was supposed to do. It’s how all the good movies handle it. The morning after is not something people want to talk about.” She nibbled her lip. “Are you going to drop me off at my apartment?”
“No. I’ll tell them I saw you on the way over and I picked you up. Do you want any breakfast?” he asked.
He had intended to cook her something, but with the club calling, there was nothing he could do but answer it. This was his job.
“Nah, I’ll eat something at the bakery or the diner. It’s no biggie.”
He stepped around her. The temptation to organize another night was strong, but instead he went to the hallway and picked up his car keys.
“I’ll be waiting for you outside. Get dressed.”
He left her alone as he made his way toward the car. It was cold as fuck and his car had frosted over. Opening the door, he climbed in, turned over the ignition, cranked the heater up, and directed it over the windshield. It wasn’t long before it started to melt. Harlow didn’t take long. She held her bag against her chest and wrapped herself up in a jacket.
“I’m ready,” she said.
Just from his front door to the car, she had started to shake. She handed him the house keys, and then he turned his car around, got to the gate, wound his window down, and typed in the code. The gates opened, and the moment he was through, he waited until the gates were closed before heading out to the main street and back to town.
Harlow didn’t say a word. He heard her teeth chattering as she wrapped her arms around herself. The heat was already cranked up but he changed the direction of it so she would warm up.
Arriving into town, he saw there were more bikes close to the bakery than just Big Dick’s and Smokey’s.
There were not many people in town yet. Only the people who owned the places had arrived and were starting to open their shops. He ignored them and climbed out of the car.
“What the fuck are you doing riding with him?” Big Dick asked.
“Wow, it’s cold outside and you’re not worried that I froze to death? Real mature, George.” Harlow closed his car door and then looked toward him. “Thank you, Hunter, for being a real gentleman and stopping so I didn’t have to walk the whole way into town.” She shook her head and started to mutter about asshole brothers.
She played the part well and Hunter couldn’t help but smile before returning his attention back to Big Dick.
“What do we know?” he asked, getting the brother to stay focused on the matter at hand, which was the damaged bakery.
“This is personal. So far, whoever did it was able to wipe the street cameras,” Big Dick said.
“They were.” Hunter frowned. He didn’t like that. Twisted Bastards MC never had anyone on their team that was tech savvy.
“Smokey’s pissed.”
“Do you blame him? The Twisted is our problem but the first place they hit is the bakery. They are already crossing a line.”
“Going after family,” Big Dick said.
Hunter watched as Big Dick looked inside the bakery. Following his gaze, he spotted Harlow as she pulled Ava in for a hug.
“They could attack anyone.”
Hunter slapped him on the shoulder and made his way inside, ignoring Harlow. He went straight to Smokey who was inside Ava’s office. The brick and the note were there. He didn’t like that there appeared to be blood on the brick.
“What’s going on?” Hunter asked.
Smokey looked up.
“Raven has already taken a sample of the blood and sent it out to Santiago contacts. We should have an update within the next couple of hours and know who the blood belonged to.”
“Assuming they’re registered or in the system.”
“Yeah,” Smokey said, running a hand down his face. “The cameras were wiped out. We need to close the bakery.”
“If we do that, he’ll know what we’re doing, and we become easier targets.”
“I can’t have anything happen to Ava,” Smokey said.
“Nothing will. We increase the numbers.” Hunter sighed and then looked toward the back of the bakery. “It’s time we made another house call to the old Twisted Bastards MC compound.”
“Already did it,” Smokey said. “It’s abandoned.”
Hunter took a deep breath.
“So, we find out where they’re operating. Trust me, they’re a bunch of dumb fucks.”
“They’re a bunch of dumb fucks who have been able to go under the radar and now attack my woman’s bakery. I’ve got a kid and another on the way.”
Hunter looked at his prez. “You’ve got another kid on the way?”
“Yeah. Ava went and bought the test and we did it last night,” Smokey said, running a hand down his face.
“Congrats?” he asked, not exactly sure if this was the right or wrong time.
“Thanks.”
“You’re not happy.”
“Would you be?” Smokey asked.
“I don’t have any kids, so it would be a big shock to me.” He couldn’t help but think about Harlow, heavily pregnant with his child. This was fucked up and a whole load of fucking scary. He never wanted to have kids. Kids were a fucking pain in the ass, a nightmare. They didn’t bless life, but fuck it up. There was no fucking way he wanted forever with Harlow. This was just fun. An itch that needed to be scratched. Nothing more, nothing less.