Hunter (Black Angels MC Book 1)

by A. E. Fisher

  Hunter growled, clamping his hands on my hips and forcing me to wrap my arms around his neck. He held me still as he ventured under my shirt. His hands were warm and the icing made them sticky as he moved straight over my abdomen and up my ribcage. My bra was no obstacle for him as he popped the front clasp open with the flick of his finger then shoved my shirt and bra up and out the way.

  He broke the kiss, and in that tiny moment of sanity, I opened my mouth to stop this. My little internal voice surfaced, ready to list why it was so bad to act on the attraction of my son’s uncle, when Hunter wrapped his mouth around my right nipple. The voice disappeared.

  I cried out at the contact, and Hunter flicked my nipple in response, making me groan. He kissed, licked, flicked, and sucked until my nipple was puckered and red before moving on to the next one.

  “Hunter,” I whimpered.

  He removed his hand from my hip, forcing me to hold on tighter, and reached for my other nipple. I gasped when his hand smothered icing across it then turned to look as his mouth slanted over it and sucked it all off with a pop before moving on to the other one. The sight of it made me moan and arch into his face. He hummed in appreciation, the vibrations reverberating straight down my center.

  Before Adair, my nipples hadn’t been paid much attention to since I could never get off on them. Post-baby, though, my nipples were more sensitive. This alone was close to sending me over the edge.

  I gasped as Hunter trailed one hand across my waist and down the cushioned, scarred skin of my abdomen. I hadn’t had a man look at me after Adair had been born, but Hunter didn’t seem to care, and neither did I as his hand moved even farther south. Yes, closer, closer … He caught the edge of my shorts and skirted across the waistband before moving back up to my hips again.

  I growled, moving to tangle my hands in his hair and tug.

  Hunter ignored me, torturing my breasts and refusing to go down no matter how hard I pulled.

  He played more, but it wasn’t enough to push me over that final edge.

  “Hunter …” I whimpered. “Please.”

  That must have done it, because my shorts were popped open and zipped down. He dipped down under my pink bow panties, pressing between my parted folds with one long stroke before he reached around the swollen nub and pinched.

  I cried out, clamping my thighs around his waist, tightening my grip of his hair as I dragged him toward me, holding on as I rode out my orgasm.

  I was panting, my limbs quivering around him with one of his hands curved under my ass, his body pressing me into the wall so I wouldn’t fall and his other hand still rubbing my clit as I came down from my high.

  When I looked up to find him looking down at me, he pulled his finger out of my panties and brought it up to his lips and … Wow, he put it into his mouth and sucked me off his digit with a pop.

  I wasn’t sure if I was disgusted or turned on, but when his mouth came down on top of mine and I could taste the mix of the icing and me, it was an easy decision. Turned on. Definitely turned on.

  Hunter moved back enough to let me slide down onto my weakened legs. It was then that the little voice took its chance to reappear, asking, what did I do?

  A hot blush burned across my face. Although I had always been adventurous in bed, that had been … dirty, hot, and over any lines I had ever set.

  At my obvious look of apprehension, Hunter stepped back into my space, a grin pulling up one side of his mouth. He leaned down close to my ear, and whispered, “Didn’t take you as the begging type.” He then took off, leaving me standing there like I had been slapped with a fish.

  “I do not beg!” I screeched after him.

  “You will,” Hunter promised, disappearing up the stairs.

  Chapter Seven

  Hunter

  You want it, you take it. Don’t wait around for someone to come and get it first.

  I wanted Mallory. I wanted her on her back, her front, riding me, and any other possible way I could have her. After that little taste, I was left wanting so much more. She responded to me in a way I couldn’t help teasing.

  I had always made sure the girls I fooled around with got off first, but never had I done it without getting anything in return. However, watching Mallory unravel like that, begging me to touch her, was more than enough for me. In fact, it was too much and too little. I wanted more. And I was determined to get it.

  I vowed to myself I would make that little boy happy, even if it was the last thing I did. Mallory wasn’t a part of that deal. And despite all my scruples about going after my nephew’s mother, I couldn’t see her that way. She was a feisty, defensive woman who had come apart because of my touch, and now she was fair game. A game I was going to win.

  I wasn’t the only one who’d had a taste. Mallory had, too. And she had come begging for more.

  I had made sure of that.

  “You look pretty determined,” Anna said, sliding up onto the bar stool between me and Pretty.

  “Really?” Pretty guffawed. “His mug looks as ugly as it usually does.”

  “You fucker,” I growled, not taking it to heart. “Not everyone can look like you, Pretty Boy.”

  “Don’t be jealous.” He winked. “Doesn’t look good on a man your age.”

  “Boy, when you’re my age, you get to be fully grown. Got women to satisfy.” I gestured down to my jeans. “If you get what I mean.”

  “I’m thinking Mallory knows,” Anna jumped in with a snicker.

  “Hunter’s baby’s momma?” Pretty asked, dropping the challenge, but the smug look on his face was more than enough to know he didn’t agree.

  Pretty Boy had a pretty face, the model kind, with blond hair and silvery blue eyes. There was a lot hidden behind them, even though he was one of the younger guys. There were only certain paths that led men to clubs like this.

  “Yeah.” Anna nodded, leaning over the bar and showing a nice round ass. She waved down to Mint, another one of our prospects who was in the middle of stocking the bar, and he passed her a beer. “She’s a nice piece of ass, too.”

  “Not the only one,” Pretty uttered, shamelessly taking a nice, long look at Anna before she dropped back onto her stool.

  I heard the hard sound of Wolf slapping him upside the head. He appeared from nowhere, and at Anna’s shocked look and the way she began choking on her beer, I figured she hadn’t been expecting him, either. Her eyes went wide, and I was positive I heard a, “Oh, shit,” pass her lips.

  Before she could make any attempt to run, Wolf had already dropped his shoulder to her waist and hauled her up over his shoulder.

  “Hey!” she snapped as her face met his ass.

  Wolf looked down at me as Anna’s mouth went on a rampage. No girl looking like that should swear as much as Anna. She could make a sailor cry.

  “You need to bring that girl here,” Wolf said. “Need her in the fold. Sooner, the better.”

  “Why?”

  “Girl’s gonna be sticking around.” Wolf shrugged, making Anna jerk. “Better make sure she’s got a place to go. Old ladies will look after her and your boy. Brothers, too. Be a good idea for her to get used to those facts.”

  I looked at my president, and even with Anna cast over his shoulder, he was the president I knew he would become, even if it had taken a damn long time to convince him of it. It made lying about Adair that little bit worse.

  “Thanks, Prez.” I nodded.

  Wolf tilted his chin up, and as he opened his mouth to speak again, he snapped it shut with a hiss. “You keep biting me like that, babe, and I’ll take it upon myself to show you how to do it properly.”

  From his continued hissing, I figured she didn’t give two shits.

  “Saturday cookout,” he said, using his free hand to point in my face.

  “Got it.”

  With that, Prez tipped his chin at me, Lamb, and Pretty before striding across the club room, Anna bouncing against him, as some of the brothers hooted and whistled.
r />   “Bet you fifty it only takes her ten minutes,” Pretty said, looking at the empty hallway.

  “Fifteen,” I said, thinking back to the determined look on Wolf’s face.

  “I say five.” Lamb sauntered up to the bar. “And you pussies better make it two hundred or you might as well deal in lollipops.”

  “You’re not allowed to make bets,” Pretty argued as Mint passed Lamb a beer.

  “Just because you lost the last bet,” Lamb replied, pulling loose his tie and shrugging off his suit jacket to swap for his cut.

  “Grow a pair, Pretty,” I teased. “Can’t back out of bets just ’cause you lost one.”

  “I lost a grand last time.”

  I choked. “Shit. Why on earth did you bet that much against him?” Everyone knew not to bet against Anna, but you sure as hell didn’t even think about betting against Lamb.

  “She was a virgin, for sure!” Pretty snapped.

  Lamb grinned like a shark. “She wasn’t.”

  “How the hell can you tell she was a virgin with one look, anyway?”

  Lamb slapped him on the back with a laugh. “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

  I couldn’t help it. I laughed, too.

  Despite the banter going on, I could only imagine what Mallory’s reaction would be when I brought her here. I knew she didn’t like the idea of the club, but like Wolf had said, she had to get used to it.

  Five minutes had passed before I pulled myself out of my head.

  “Anna!” Wolf’s roar shook the house as the white-haired woman ran through the club room with a wave, shoving something in her bag.

  “See you later, boys!”

  Wolf stormed down the hallway as she escaped out the doors just like before. He growled, keeping his hands pressed over his eyes as he staggered his way toward the bar.

  No one said anything. No one dared ask.

  “Mint, pass me a damp cloth,” Wolf demanded. “And a beer.”

  Mint passed him the beer first, and Wolf pressed it against his eyes. When he brought it away to blink, they looked red and irritated, blending in with the expression on his face.

  Lamb leaned forward and took a long inhale through his nose before he said, “Boss, you smell like flowers.”

  In the end, Lamb got a black eye, and Pretty and I were both two hundred dollars lighter.

  Worth it.

  Chapter Eight

  Mallory

  “No.”

  “Yes.”

  “No.”

  “Stop it!” Hunter snapped.

  “Then you stop it! I’m not going, and neither is Adair.” I folded my arms over my chest and gave him my best stubborn face.

  “When I said you’re going, I meant you’re going. So is Adair. I won’t let you keep my nephew out of the very thing his father loved.”

  “I don’t care.” I knew Noble had loved his club, and his devotion was one of the things I had admired about him. He had been a Black Angel brother through and through. But that didn’t mean I would expose Adair to it.

  “I don’t give two shits if you don’t care. You’re going.”

  “Hunter, you can’t force me to go.”

  My space diminished rapidly as Hunter took one long stride toward me. His huge body leaned over me in a way that made me feel like a mouse.

  “I can,” Hunter growled, his voice rolling over my skin. “But you don’t want me to.”

  Oh, yes, I did. Images of him and the kitchen rolled like a wave of fire across my nerves, but I shoved them down and dug my heels in.

  “No.”

  “Then tell me why.”

  “There’re ten thousand different reasons.”

  “Name one,” Hunter challenged, not moving out of my space.

  I was once again pinned against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, beginning to think this was one of his fetishes. I was also beginning to scrape through the rest of my mind, looking for a decent answer and ended up blurting the first one that came to mind.

  “Someone might recognize me.”

  “And that’s a problem because …?”

  “Because they’ll know I was with Noble that night and not you. They’ll take one look at Adair and know he’s Noble’s.”

  “Not my problem.” Hunter shrugged, more than happy to tell the entire club that Adair wasn’t his.

  “But the condition—”

  “Was only that I didn’t tell people. If they figure it out on their own, I’m not breaking your condition.” Hunter’s face hardened as he looked down at me. “You’re going.”

  “I. Said. No!” I snapped, getting in his face.

  He growled, and I had to fight the urge to growl back.

  “Then you’d better come up with a better reason, or I’ll drag your ass there myself.” From his tight expression and hard eyes, I knew there was no way to escape this without giving him a real answer, one even he couldn’t deny. Therefore, I did the only think I could think to do.

  I aimed to hurt.

  “Because your so-called club isn’t what you guys make it out to be. You’re a gang. A criminal gang. Don’t think you can’t tell me you don’t push things through the state—guns and drugs, and that shit. I know where you guys get your money, and I’m not stupid. I won’t let you drag Adair into that world. He’ll get himself killed.”

  If I thought Hunter looked mad before, it was an understatement. The expression on his face couldn’t be described with any word other than furious. I didn’t have to look down to know how tight his knuckles were at his sides. I could see the strain in the way his shoulders straightened and his whole face went tense.

  “Watch your mouth,” he growled.

  “You asked me for an answer,” I said, aware that half the bravado I had before had abandoned me. “I gave you one.”

  “That wasn’t an answer. That was you saying shit you know nothing about. And if you knew any better, you’d know that we protect our brothers. We’ve got their backs. Sure, we get money by doing that type of shit, but if it’s not us providing it, then they’re gonna get it from somewhere else. Somewhere that doesn’t make sure it’s clean. We make sure no dirty scumbags are out on the streets, selling it to kids. We sell it, but we also control it.” His eyes searched mine, looking for a reaction.

  I didn’t give one. I stood there wordlessly.

  He had said far more than I thought he would. I had known all of it already, and I could tell how much he was trusting me with this. It was that that made me speechless.

  “We’re the good guys here, Mallory. The sooner you see that, the better.”

  Done, he turned and walked out the door, letting it slam shut behind him.

  I remained in place as the silence surrounded me.

  “I know …” I whispered into the emptiness.

  Somehow, I felt as if someone would answer me, but they didn’t, and I couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.

  Noble’s face crossed my mind as I wondered if he was looking down at me now, mad at me for the same reason Hunter was, or proud because of the reasons I was doing all of this. I felt a bittersweet tenderness in my heart as I accepted that the question would never be answered.

  The feeling lingered long after I had cleaned the house until Adair woke up from his nap. I shook it off and went to my baby, knowing he needed me. Then I spent the rest of the afternoon on Hunter’s computer, making plans and buying tickets, deleting the history before he got home.

  I would protect Adair.

  Even if it meant giving up everything I had ever wanted.

  Chapter Nine

  Hunter

  “You’re going the wrong way,” Mallory complained, keeping her eyes pinned to the window.

  From her voice, it was easy to tell she was still mad about our conversation on Thursday, but three days of avoidance was what had made it solid. She refused to even look in my direction, and every time I looked in hers, I remembered her words and got mad myself.

  Adair h
ung out with me now and then, but Mallory refused to leave her room, except for food and Adair. She had started hanging out more in the tub, too. Somehow, it had become a refuge for her, despite the water bill. Not that it was her problem.

  Despite our argument, Mallory had finally given up and hauled her ass into my truck to go shopping with me when I pretended to act ignorant on what to feed a three-year-old.

  “I’m not,” I said, keeping my tone bored.

  Adair kept quiet in the back, looking sullen and tired, unhappy with mine and Mallory’s current situation. He was more perceptive than I had first noticed. I had assumed he would be like Noble, where everything went over his head. That had been a mistake.

  “The supermarket is that way.” She pointed over her shoulder back to where the supermarket was.

  We weren’t going to the supermarket.

  I turned down a side street that wasn’t quite in the center of town, but not far from it, either. That was when Mallory’s whole body went rigid with realization.

  She took off her sunglasses and hat, disassembling her incognito attire, and blinked hard as we turned into the parking lot overflowing with bikes and cars.

  Mallory’s spine went as straight as a board as she looked up at the club. Noise was already coming from the back of the building, and the front door was propped open with a chair where a few of the boys were smoking and chatting.

  “Mallory?” I said, turning off the engine as I turned toward her.

  She didn’t respond, her eyes fixed on the front door, her hands digging into my leather seats.

  “Mallory.”

  “You … bastard!” she hissed, turning on me with a ferocity I had never seen. “How dare you lie to me and bring me here!”

  “You were coming either way.”

  “You had no right to drag me here!” she screamed.

  “Hey!” I snapped, casting an eye over at Adair.