Hunter (Black Angels MC Book 1)

by A. E. Fisher

  I pushed my finger deep inside her, moving in and out, relishing the hot moan she made in my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her.

  I was right about her being so fucking tight. I didn’t let myself think about how nice it would feel to have my dick in her and have her walls squeezing around me as she came in the fear I would come in my trousers right then and there.

  I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I had a mission to our little game, and I wasn’t planning on giving it up yet. Therefore, I reached for the hem of her jeans and, with ease I shouldn’t have, pulled them straight off. Her panties followed within seconds, but she didn’t seem to care. She was too busy moaning and lifting her hips as I used a second finger, her wetness making it slide straight in.

  “Fucking beautiful,” I groaned against her lips as I moved to her neck, finding that sweet spot and sucking hard.

  She hissed, fisting my hair even tighter. I hoped I would have hair left, but at the same time, the little bite of pain was enough to keep my dick from soaking my underwear, and no way would I let myself come in my jeans like some damn teenager.

  Mallory was beginning to pant harder, and I could tell she was near the edge. Her legs were now locked behind my back, her grip tightening and tightening.

  I pressed my thumb against her clit and began rubbing it in circles, making her groan.

  “You going to come for me, sweetheart?” I whispered in her ear.

  Through her gasps and panting, she couldn’t form words. With that glazed sheen in her eyes, though, I knew she was one more thrust from going over.

  “Then come.” I thrust my fingers inside in one fluid motion and felt her walls squeeze like a vice around them.

  “Hunter!” she cried out, and my body surged with primal satisfaction.

  I moved my fingers in and out of her as she rode out her orgasm, and when her tremoring body turned limp, her chest still panting and eyes dazed with pleasure, I pulled my fingers out and made sure she was looking when I put them in my mouth and sucked.

  “Sweet as icing.” I grinned, watching her rounded eyes, her focus on each of my fingers sliding in and out of my mouth as I went back for a second suck, making sure I managed to get all her sweet juices.

  “Holy shit, that’s hot,” she said, her limbs sliding from around my back and dropping onto the rumpled sheets.

  I chuckled, hiding the fact I was a little disheartened to leave her when she was completely naked, presented on the bed, and all I wanted to do was fuck her.

  Unfortunately for me, I still had my mission.

  I crawled off her body, fighting every urge to go back and nuzzle my face between those round globes and let my dick fly free between her legs.

  I stepped off the bed and began shuffling her clothes into a pile on the floor with my feet, careful not to catch Mallory’s gaze as she stared up at the ceiling, reeling from the most amazing orgasm I had graced her with. I wasn’t arrogant, but I had been told more than enough times that I could please a woman, and pleased she was.

  I found her shirt and bra too close to the bed for my liking. I didn’t remember them coming off, though it worked out in my favor. Had I not been caught up in our hot frenzy, I might have thrown them off into one pile. However, I hadn’t cared so long as those clothes came off.

  And now my mission was to make sure those clothes stayed off.

  Oh, hell yeah, these clothes were gonna burn.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Mallory

  As I lay there, basking in the aftermath of the mother of all orgasms, the little voice in my head chose to open its mouth. It asked a pretty reasonable question. A reasonable question that led to a very unreasonable response.

  “Where are you going?” I asked, and Hunter paused in the doorway, looking over his shoulder.

  He was still fully dressed while I lay there, sprawled spread eagle on the bed. I knew I should probably get to the whole oh-my-God-what-have-I-just-done dilemma, but the longer Hunter stayed quiet, the more suspicious I became.

  I sat up, ready to reach down for my clothes, when …

  Hunter stormed out of the room, and with him, were my clothes. Not just the clothes I had been wearing, but he also had my suitcase.

  “Oh, fuck no!” I shrieked. “HUNTER, DON’T YOU DARE!”

  I ran for the door, more than ready to run out, until I heard Kay’s and Anna’s voices coming from downstairs. I didn’t want to scare the two women who had been nice to me since I had arrived.

  My eyes darted around the room, but I had nothing to put on, and my clothes were seconds from doom.

  “Fuck it.” I grabbed the bedsheet and wrapped it around me as best I could, picking up the hem so I wouldn’t trip, and then made a dash for the stairs.

  I made it in time to see the last of my clothes thrown onto the live fireplace. I should have been grateful he hadn’t thrown my now empty suitcase in along with it, but even when they had pinched, grabbed, and slipped down, they had still been my clothes. Now I was watching them burn.

  Hunter turned around to see me staring at him in disbelief. He wore one of those satisfied expressions on his face, as if what he had done was completely justified and said, “I don’t make idle threats.”

  As the shock wore off, I began to feel the heat of rage begin to take flight. Kay and Anna, who were sitting in the second sitting room with Adair, must have noticed it, too, as Kay grabbed Adair and Anna, who looked more than eager to see the bloodbath about to occur, and dragged them back into the backyard.

  “You son of a bitch!” I screamed, storming toward him in my sheet.

  Hunter’s eyes narrowed, and his expression tightened as I slammed my fists into him with all my might.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Hunter growled, grabbing my hands.

  “I should be asking you that!” I hissed, pulling back and snapping my hands out of his hold.

  “Me? I did you a favor. Now you can get new clothes. Proper clothes.”

  “They were my clothes. You had no right to destroy them.”

  “Well, it’s too late now, and you should be thanking me, not bitching.”

  “Thanking you? Thanking you?” I was incredulous. “Your arrogance is astounding!”

  “And so is your idiocy.” Hunter got into my space. “You think I was gonna let you walk around in those rags?”

  “Why do you care? It’s not like you give two shits about me, anyway. All you’re here for is Adair.” I refused to back down. I didn’t care what he smelled like or that he had given me the world’s best orgasm only moments ago. No way was I letting him get away with this.

  “You really think I would have my fingers deep inside your pussy, playing these fucking games with you and tolerating all your bullshit because you’re Adair’s mother?”

  I cringed at the way he had said that, knowing better than to accept them, as much as I wished I could.

  “I know you have a reason, Hunter, and I’m not it.”

  “If it’s not you, then what the fuck is it?”

  “I don’t know. I want to think it’s Adair, and that’s it. But I know that’s not all you’re up to. I know you’re looking for something else from me. I’m not stupid. And I’m not going to let you drag Adair into this.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about, the second I get a chance, I’m going to get the fuck out of this place, and next time, you won’t see me again. You won’t find me, and you won’t find Adair.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it had been a mistake.

  I watched as Hunter went deadly silent. It wasn’t as if the words had been a lie, but any attempt I had been making to get his guard down so I could escape was now futile. I knew I’d had plenty of chances to escape over the last two weeks, but I had wanted to give myself a little bit longer in this house. Wanted, as much as I hated to admit it, to explore the little connection I had with this man, my son’s uncle. I shouldn’t have let Adair get attached, but Hunter
made him smile, and Adair did the same to him.

  Maybe Adair would be safer here, but I couldn’t be sure. That was why I couldn’t take the chance. That was why I had never unpacked that suitcase. Why I had those train tickets on reserve.

  “You’re not all wrong,” Hunter said, his voice quiet and cold. “I do have an ulterior motive.”

  “See, I—”

  “But that doesn’t mean you’re right, either.” Hunter looked straight at me. I had made space between us in the silence of his moment, but as he began to walk toward me, that safety barrier began to shrink. “I don’t believe you ran because of your guilt over Noble’s death. I think there’s another reason. But you’re wrong about the rest. I love Adair. He’s the only flesh and blood I have left, and yes, he’s the reason I sought you out. But he’s not the only reason I want you to stay.”

  “Hunter, I—”

  “Shut up and listen to me for a second.”

  I opened my mouth to protest, but Hunter clamped his hand over it.

  “I said, shut up.”

  I wasn’t stupid enough to open my mouth a second time. I could see how serious he was by the way his green eyes never strayed from mine. Because of that, I gave the smallest nod.

  He removed his hand from my mouth, and instead of putting it back by his side, he moved it up to tuck a strand of loose hair behind my ear, and then he cupped my cheek. “You’re so crazy I’m scared to leave you on your own. You don’t listen to anything I say, and when I want to spoil you, you fight me at every turn, as if the world would fall apart if you let me help you. You infuriate me at the best of times, and seem to irritate me whenever you get a chance.”

  My heart and face flooded with heat and annoyance. If this was going to be one of those bitch speeches again—

  “But for some reason, I can’t leave you alone. I can barely stand in a room with you and not want to touch you and kiss you. I want to spoil you and protect you. And even if you won’t let me, I want to. I love that you’re so selfless. Love that you’re so strong for that dazzling little boy. Love that you’re the best mother I’ve ever met. And I love the way you cry my name when I make you come.” Hunter shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was saying.

  “I don’t want you to run anymore, Mallory. I want to get a ball and a chain and tie you to me, but I want you to rely on me, too. I want you to let me protect you. I get jealous when other people look at you, and I want to monopolize every inch of you. I want you to be mine, and nobody else’s. I want you, Mallory. The reason you were looking for—that’s it. You may not believe me, but the real reason I’m keeping you here is because I don’t want to let you go.”

  I couldn’t breathe, let alone think, as the words slowly sank into my mind. Hunter wanted … me? Not just Adair, but me? Little old me with barely a dollar to my name, and now no clothes or skills. I didn’t even have a college degree.

  “But I’m … me.”

  Hunter let out a frustrated growl. “I told you all of that, and you still don’t believe me?”

  “But—”

  Hunter crashed his lips against mine before I could finish, slipping his tongue into my mouth before I could close it. It demanded attention, and my own tongue couldn’t resist. Then he brought his hands around my ass and hoisted me up against his body, forcing me to clamp around him.

  He ground one hand against my ass while the other gripped the back of my neck, pressing hard against me. His erection ground against my abdomen until he lifted me enough to press it against the inside of my thigh. The thin sheet I still held did little to protect against the feeling of the tent in his jeans, and when he brought me down lower, I couldn’t help the groan slipping from my lips.

  Hunter stopped there and broke his lips from mine. A small noise of protest followed, and it surprised me how much I didn’t want him to stop, how little being my son’s uncle mattered, and how the many excuses I had been making over the last month to stop me from getting attached had failed. I was already attached. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I liked Hunter. I liked him a lot. I might possibly have even cared for him. And when I gazed into his eyes, I saw the same emotions reflected back at me.

  “Convinced yet?” he murmured as he slowly slid me down his body, following me down and leaning in to run his nose against mine.

  “Uh, yeah. I think I get it now.”

  “Think?” Hunter whispered, and I heard that little promising rumble from the bottom of his throat.

  “Nope. I get it. For sure this time. One hundred percent understand.”

  “I don’t think you do.” Hunter released me and stepped back.

  I stood there, feeling cold in my sheet as I watched him turn and walk to the other side of the room.

  I took a step forward, unable to bear him walking away from me. “Wait, Hunter. I get it. I—”

  “Wait there.”

  Hunter’s command made me still by the fireplace. I should have felt warm with all the extra material burning on the fire, but the confusion made me feel nicks of cold. Did he think I didn’t understand? Was he coming back? Oh, God, was he mad?

  I got it. I did. He liked me. And I … I liked him, too. Really liked.

  I couldn’t contemplate any longer when Hunter returned, and I felt a wave of relief.

  “Hunter, I—”

  He held up a white envelope, which promptly cut me off as he stopped in front of me.

  I took it from him and looked down at it. There was no writing on the front, and it wasn’t sealed. I looked up at him again, and when he nodded at it, I slipped my fingers underneath the lip and pulled out two small cards. The second I realized what they were, I could barely breathe.

  “These are …?”

  “Two plane tickets,” Hunter explained. “They don’t have a destination on them so all you have to do is pick anywhere on the globe, board a plane, and nobody, not even me, would be able to track you.”

  My heart throbbed against my ribcage, my mind spinning in circles. “Hunter—”

  “I told you that I want you to understand what I’m asking you, Mallory. By telling you everything I did, and by giving you these, you should understand now.”

  I did understand. Hunter had given me the golden ticket to my problems. I could escape and nobody could find me or Adair. We would both be safe. I could up and leave, and nobody would ever find us. Except …

  “You want me to stay,” I whispered.

  “I want you to trust me, Mallory,” Hunter whispered back, stepping closer and cupping my face, forcing me to look at him and not the heavy weight of paper in my hands. “I want you to trust that I can protect you. Whatever it is you’re running from, me and my brothers can protect you and Adair. My brothers will lay down their lives to keep you safe. I want you to put your faith and trust in the club … in me.”

  The emotions were choking me now. I was faced with a decision. I wouldn’t have to be on the run anymore. I wouldn’t have to be on my own. Adair could be happy. He could be raised with all his club uncles and not have to move around anymore, and he could make friends with kids his own age … should I stay here with Hunter. I could have a love life. I could have friends and my family. I could be happy …

  All I had to do was choose him.

  “I don’t—”

  Hunter pressed a soft kiss against my lips. “You don’t have to decide now. Even after giving you those tickets, even if you decided to leave, even if it would be impossible to find you, it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t get on my bike the second I found you gone, hunt you down, and drag your ass back here. I just hope you choose the alternative, because it would be a pain in the ass to track you with those tickets.”

  I burst out laughing.

  Hunter smiled back in return. It was the first genuine smile I had seen, not a smirk or a grin, and I felt my heart squeeze.

  He pressed a kiss to my forehead before letting me go. “Whatever you decide,” was all he said as he headed for the door, leaving me st
anding there in my sheet, the tickets like two slabs of stones in my hands.

  Somehow, I found this moment not as sweet as I had thought it would be.

  It had been over a week since I had been given that envelope. It was sitting in the top dresser drawer in my room, burning a hole through it. It didn’t matter that much since it was the only thing in there while I was suffering from a lack of wearable material.

  I was stuck to wearing Hunter’s shirts and boxers, and had to suffer through those heated looks he gave me. He was such a Neanderthal when it came to cliché things like that. It was a shirt; was there really a need to get all possessive about it? Not to mention, he couldn’t keep his hands off me.

  At every corner, when Adair wasn’t looking, Hunter would drag me in and kiss the heck out of me. And on the days when Kay and Anna came around, his hands would slip lower.

  And so would mine.

  But his hands had a better success rate, since every time I reached below his belt, he would stop me. I was sure most women would love to get orgasms and not have to make the effort to give one back, but not me. I wanted to return the favor.

  I wasn’t sure why he wouldn’t let me touch him back, but I was coming to a point where I considered slipping drugs into his coffee while I tied him to a chair. It had been one of my fantasies, I admit, but I had considered my partner to be more willing than this.

  Thus, I had compiled my list of issues and waited for my team to assemble.

  The door swung open with a bang when the familiar sound of red boots came strutting into the house. I knew it sounded strange to hear red, but with the way Anna walked, there was no other color she would wear. Followed by it, I heard Kay’s voice as she shut the door and came into view after the spunky blonde.

  “Oh, fuck, what’d I do?” Anna asked, stopping dead in her tracks and staring down at where I had my fingers laced over my problem list.

  “Why’d you automatically assume you did something wrong?” I asked, curious as to what kind of trouble Anna would get in. Probably the very sneaky kind.