Hunter: MC Romance (Hell Reapers MC Book 1) (33 page)

I could feel the hurt and the confusion radiating off her being, her next breath coming uneven, ragged. My voice was cold, firm, “He suffered. He deserved every painful inch and more.”

She gripped me a little tighter then, and there was a smaller lull of quiet. “Holly paid me a visit.”

“Heard.”

“She wasn’t happy,” Jessica said.

“Rarely is,” I took her hand in mine and brought it up to my lips.

“It wasn’t an easy conversation.”

“Sure it wasn’t,” I planted a long, affectionate kiss on the knuckles of her hand.

“We almost came to blows.”

“Ah,” I said, looking into her eyes, “I’d expect nothing less. You’re fire and she’s gasoline.”

Jessica’s lip curled into a lazy smile, “To smooth things out we made out. Right here on your bed,” she pointed for emphasis.

My eyes widened, and I leaned in towards Jessica’s mouth, eyebrows gliding up, “And you didn’t think to make a tape? There’s a real market for that stuff.”

“If we did I’d make sure
you
never saw it,” Jessica teased as our lips came together.

It was a hot kiss. And a long one. Full of need, as though we’d been fasting our whole lives for this one ephemeral embrace. She backed away after that fleeting, perfect instant and her eyes drank my face deep. But I hadn’t had enough, I never could. Electricity caressed me, and my heart beat a little faster. I went in again, and she tasted divine. Our lips smacked together, and moans escaped us as our tongues flicked in an intricate rhythm. I moved on top of her and pressed her against the wall, my hands gliding all across waist and up to her chest, squeezing and pushing at her perfect breasts.

Jessica’s fingers went up into my hair, digging into my scalp. She pulled her face away from me, and I felt the magnetic tug – like it was a crime for us to be apart. “Can we be okay?” She asked, and licked her lips.

A hundred different thoughts swam through my head, but only one thought tugged at the strings of my heart. “Always,” I promised.

“Can you…” she blinked, “can you forgive me?”

“I can. If you can forgive me,” I husked, my lips crashing against hers, the flames of our passion being fanned to the point of an inferno. I dipped my hand beneath her pants and clutched her no doubt slick womanhood. Feeling her delicious heat – my cock stiffened, and a finger of joy dug at my chest.

We made loved. We fucked. We laughed and spoke, and we fell into the arms of a blissful, much needed sleep. Together, and together strong.

***

There was a stirring ache in my pants as I woke up, the taste of my and Jessica’s living dream still fresh and replaying in my mind. I lazily groaned and lifted up my head to see that my princess was still getting in her beauty rest. I carefully snuck myself out of bed, still buck naked, a big grin walking along my face – I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Her simple, timeless attraction just pulled me to her; breathing became something that I forgot when I was around her.

Crouching down, I slipped on my boxers and straightened myself out, trying to stretch out all the sleeping muscles in my body; the light of morning spilling through my window. Stepping over to my desk quietly, I sat down and opened up the desk drawer, taking in another glance of the fiery goddess in my bed.

Wonder if she knows that she snores like a lumber jack, hopped up on Red Bull and dual wielding chainsaws.

My gaze fell down to the letter I’d written, and I picked it up, closing the drawer and reading over the letter. It was the one that I’d wrote so long ago, the one that I promised I’d hand deliver to my father. Many times over the years, I would go back and change some stuff – update some things, always thought that you know, it would be for
his
benefit. Any love interests, any change in jobs. All that kind of stuff.

Reading over it, my eyes flicking across the lines, I noticed a strange absence.

The pain wasn’t ripping through me. The ball of barbed wire that would expand with every breath, just wasn’t there. All those lonely nights, and all those brief-but-crushing seconds that I’d hear about someone else; anyone else, have moments with
their
father.
Their
dad. Just didn’t matter anymore. It was like the pain was just something lesser now, something forgotten – forgotten in the way that I couldn’t remember the lines of old girlfriend’s faces anymore. Couldn’t recall so clearly anymore, some of the bad and some of the good.

Jessica wasn’t the square peg for all my neatly-defined square holes in my chest. No. She was a match, and she set fire to the whole damn board.

So I got up, kissed by the ivory wings of clarity. Looked over to Jessica’s alluring person, and then crunched the letter in my hand. Walked straight across the room to my dresser, dug around for one of my BIC lighter’s and I stood over the wastebasket. I’m done looking to the past, with my club at my feet, and my love at my bed – all I’ve got left is the future. And for once, I’m not afraid of it.

The lighter flicked to life and that memento of anguish I cherished for so long went up in flames and ash.

Chapter 36

Hunter

The car rolled smoothly down the street as we moved towards Jessica’s apartment, I had to admit if it came down to cars, I didn’t doubt that she was more capable than me.

“So what’s this plan B you were mentioning,” she glanced over at me, her brow raising in question.

“Club business, sweetheart,” I tilted my head and flashed my teeth, “sorry.”

“Club business, is your business, which is in turn, my business,” she argued with a kind of rhythmic cadence, looking between me and the road. “Plus it’s my
mother
so don’t try and play big, mysterious hero. I want to know.”

I hummed something deep from my throat and looked her way, my eyes crawling over her breasts and down to her perfect waist. I sent a hand over to her thigh and rubbed, “Thought you liked it when I played hero.”

She shuddered at my touch and readjusted her grip on the steering wheel, “You’re not going to distract me.”

“Think I’m already winning in that department.”

“Hunter,” she gave me a brief, serious gaze.

I returned the look, “There’s a deal going down,” I explained, “ a big one with this local gang.”

“Which?”

“Niners. It’s going down soon, and I’m sure of it. Intel is solid.”

Jessica chewed on the information for a spell, “Sounds dangerous.”

“Could be. They’ll be packing heat,” I made a gun turned sideways with my hand, “but this ain’t our first rodeo.”

Jessica’s lips curled into that special smile she only let me see, looking my way for a moment, her eyes glinting with lust, “Oh I’m sure. I know all about your
rodeo
experience.”

“Find a spot to pull over and I’ll remind you,” I teased.

It was subtle, but I could just make out the sound of her sucking in a tight breath. She bit down on her lip and tried to find her focus. “I want in.”

My heart dipped in my chest. Did I hear her right? “What?” I asked stupidly, digging myself further into the seat of the car than I thought possible, facing her. “No.”

“You heard me,” she insisted, “I. Want. In. I want to be a part of this and I
should
be, this is important to me – if there’s anything—“

“Let me stop you right there,” I stuck out a hand in a gesture, the heat rolling through me now. If anything ever happened to you, no. I couldn’t take that. “You know how to use a gun?” I wasn’t expecting an answer, “no. I’m not putting you at risk like that.”

“So it’s okay for you to risk your life,” she argued, flicking on her blinker and banging out a left in a tight, quick and controlled motion. “You’re saying that I have nothing to offer, that’s what you’re getting at.”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” my gut twisted with a sick heat, “you’re one of the brightest people I know. Smartest girl for sure.”

“Uh-huh,” she cut me down with the way she spied me. “So there will be guns.”

“There’ll be killing,” my voice was firm, “and you didn’t answer. I mean,” I shook my head, “it’s not on the table for discussion anyway.”

“I’ve been to a gun range.”

“That’s not the same,” I told her, “it’s not even close.”

“I’m not saying I want to be with you, you know,” I could hear the nervousness in her voice, if talking about it was enough to get her to sweat, doing the deed wouldn’t be in her. “You know, killing people,” the words came out in a tight strain as we neared her apartment, “I can drive. I could keep lookout. Something.”

I didn’t say anything for a bit, wanting to properly consider what she was saying – even if my gut was screaming at me that even entertaining the thought was total fucking madness. “You know your way around a car,” I admitted in more of a grumble than anything, looking out the window as we passed by a series of perfect little homes.

“Yeah,” she boasted, “damn right I do. You guys are going to need someone you can trust behind the wheel, and if I’m going to be in this with you – then I’m going to be
in it
with you.”

“Usually have Lex at the wheel,” the words left my lips as though I were remind myself more so than informing her.

Jess made another turn and before I knew it the sun was setting and we were in the driveway of her apartment. She killed the engine and unhooked her belt, placing a hand on my thigh and pulling me back into the moment, casting a grave look, “Please,” she said, and it scared me how badly I wanted to give in. “Let me be a part of what’s happening.”

I eyed her for a good long while, my chest rising in a breath, my jaw working slow, “Alright,” I conceded against my better judgment, “you drive. But you hang on to every word I say, and you have someone with you at all times. If you have any doubt, I’m cutting you out of it. End of story.” I unhooked my belt and we sat in the car for a few seconds, squirming around in our seats and then looking to one another. “You weren’t going to take no for an answer, were you?”

“Not even a little,” she graced me with the showing of her teeth and then fiddled with the handle of her door before finally it groaned in opening. I did the same and we shut the doors. “You be my Clyde, and I’ll be your Bonnie,” she winked, and I couldn’t be sure if it was an arrow of love or an arrow worry that struck me.

***

With hands already tangled up in her wild orange tresses, I breathed Jessica in like her scent was what kept me bound to this world. The kisses I placed on her neck reckless and hungry, I loved feeling the way that she squirmed and pressed against me; my hands trailed up past her midsection and beneath her shirt. I slipped her bra down a couple of inches, exposing her luscious tits and grabbing handfuls for every hot second.

“Hunter…” she moaned, and then crashed her lips against mine, trying to suck the breath right out of me – her hand searching with a great need for my already stiff cock.

I was burning up with the thought of being inside of her, feeling her lips clamp against the hardness of my shaft – to feel her nails dig in my back as I pump into her.

We fucked twice that night, and I cooked her my special breakfast-for-dinner with creamy Alfredo – and when all was said and done, we climbed into her bed with the dog at our feet, listening to each other’s heartbeat as we slipped away into one last night of peace.

Chapter 35

Jessica

It was only around 2’o clock when we’d made it to the hospital. This morning had went by in a flurry of constant sex, cuddling and arguing as to if we would eat blueberry whipped cream pancakes, or strawberry caramel glazed waffles.

With Holly informed and sympathetic with the knowledge that I wasn’t trying to destroy their lives, especially only for the sake of money; as well as Hunter and I getting squared away, and Jerry being…well, gone. A good deal of the weights that plagued my shoulders were dealt with, and for once, I could breathe.

At least for now.

I could tell that he was nervous about this, and that was unusual given the way he normally strutted about like his mere presence could bend inanimate objects to his will. He certainly seems to bend the will of my panties with just a single, smoldering look. Still, he didn’t have anything to worry about. I knew for sure that my mom would like him – I wondered though, maybe given the fact he was raised in all those foster homes, he would feel alienated by our connection?

I only hoped beyond hope that mom could stay strong and keep fighting as she’d always been known to do. Hunter had promised that he would talk to Brad tonight, and that if nothing else could come about – that the MC would get their assets together and pay off what was owed for the treatment. The fact that the relationship between the hospital and her insurance could be skewed in such a way, that it put her very life at risk, made my blood burn.

Just before we got up to the front desk at the hospital, something flashed through my mind and I stopped in my tracks. “Shit.”

Hunter turned and looked to me, the lines of his face turning pensive – his brows dipping.

“Sorry,” I waved a hand absently, “just remembered that I needed to call my boss. Let him know that I won’t be in today, not that he, doesn’t already know that, I guess.”