Free Hunter: MC Romance (Hell Reapers MC Book 1) by Liz Lorde

his head solemnly.
    I stood there dumbfounded. Never once had I been rejected, if that was even the word for what just happened, like that. So I said the first thing that managed to come out of my mouth, in hopes that I might get him to come back and finish what he started – I had half a mind to yank him back here myself, “But what about the tea?”
    “Next time, gorgeous.” He sauntered over to my front door and Barristan perked his head up to follow Hunter’s movements. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t watch his tight ass work those denim jeans. He craned his head to look at me one last time, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, “I’ve got clients to meet at Victoria’s Park tomorrow, come and find me if you can. Let that be our second date,” he had the audacity to wink at me.
    And just like that he left me in a whirlwind of confusion, excitement, lust and a most peculiar aching of the chest.
    After locking the door behind me, I sank down into the couch and Barristan lazily walked over to me, nudging at my hand for attention. “What a jerk, right buddy?” He didn’t even have the courtesy of telling me when he’d be there. Was that his plan? For me to quietly hold disdain for him?
    The old dog gave a rumbling woof without opening his mouth.
    “Glad someone agrees,” I looked over to the bathroom door and eyed it for a good long while. There was a pit within me, one that could never seem to be filled. But I got to my feet and moved past Barristan, padding over to the frame of the bathroom door. I sucked in a breath and crossed over, closing the door behind me even though I knew that I was alone.
    I crept over to the shower and stripped my clothes off one by one, letting them pool at my feet. I hated it. I hated that I knew, to be normal, to be clean, I had to do it. The memories of the incident came flooding back to me, as they always did – and it was like I was there all over again, crying out my father’s name.
    He sat there in his yellow lawn chair, dressed in his drab wife-beater and looking like hell. He just sipped his beer like nothing was going on at all. He didn’t stay awake for long though, if he had, maybe his drunk ass would have done something. Maybe that was just wishful thinking. He didn’t use to always be terrible.
    The pain shot through me and I felt that horrible urge to punch something again; but I was older now, wiser. You get tired of damaging your hand and having people ask questions, the only person I’d ever even think about talking about it with was Sabrina and of course my Mom. Still, I kept most of it in my head. I stood there for several minutes, holding myself and telling myself that it was okay – that it was just a shower, that I didn’t have to live in fear – that there wasn’t any danger.
    After a while I hopped inside and let the scalding warm waters wash everything away, my heart still strangely ablaze from earlier.
     

Chapter 7.
    Morning rolled around and I seriously considered first degree murder of my nightstand clock, but instead opted only to bludgeon the wailing beast.
    There goes my best chances at getting some action. I was having the nicest, hottest dream that I’d had in what seemed like forever. I dipped a hand down to my wet crevice, feeling just how much I had been enjoying the dream after all.
    Not even real sex with past men had gotten me soaked like this. I had a damn hard time getting the picture of Hunter’s magnificent…piece, out of my head. That was a bonding experience, no doubt.
    The buds of my breasts stiffened ever so slightly, tingling with a resplendent fire at the thought of going down and making a mess of that man’s—
    Shit! If I was only paid by how much I fantasized on the job, I’d probably never have to worry about making paper ever again. No falling for this guy, damn you. He’s not that good looking. Or romantic. Or beautiful sounding and makes my tummy feel all…
    I buried my head beneath the coolness of