Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Some men would say she was on the chunky side, or maybe even fat, but not to him. No, to him, she was all woman, and he didn’t know if that was another reason he couldn’t get her out of his mind.
Harlow was forbidden fruit.
He shouldn’t want her.
He couldn’t have her.
But that didn’t stop him wanting her.
Hunter had a feeling Harlow wanted him as well.
And that meant they both had a problem.
“That’s right,” he said. “Because no brother wants to take his sister, strip her naked, and fuck her until she can’t remember her own name.”
He watched her, and he was surprised to see there didn’t appear to be a reaction. All he saw was the flush working its way into her cheeks, and then he watched as she gently licked her lips, as if she was thinking of doing something dirty.
“Some sick fucks might,” Harlow said.
Hunter couldn’t help but laugh. “True, so very true, but trust me, baby, I’m not one of them. You’re not my sister. You will never be my sister, but that does make you a woman I want to enjoy.”
Silence fell between them.
He’d made his intentions clear.
When he rode into town, he had no intention of seeking out this woman, nor did he intend to talk to her, or proposition her. This had all become part of his split-second decision now. He knew it was a big mistake.
Big Dick would fucking kill him, but the fact was, he didn’t have to know. This was between him and Harlow. Their little secret. He had a feeling she wouldn’t want her brother interfering in their problems. Harlow was a strong, independent woman, she could make her own choices.
“What are you doing?” Harlow asked.
“Simple. I’m making a choice right now. If you want to see where this leads, then call me. You have my number.” He’d already coded it into her cell phone during the Christmas period. He should probably warn her about leaving her personal items unattended. It was so easy for him to look at her things, to snoop into her life.
“Just as easy as that?”
He finished off his burger and looked at her. “It can be easy or hard, but that decision will be up to you. Not me.”
Chapter Two
“I want so fucking bad to see just how sweet that mouth of yours is. To know if your cunt is as tight as I figure it would be, and your ass, I want to know if you want to be dirty with me as I take your ass.”
Harlow growled and slammed her hand down on the mattress. Her apartment was freezing and that was because she hadn’t been able to afford her heating bill this month.
She wore a pair of her thickest pajamas, a sweater over the top of that, two pairs of socks, a robe, and three blankets, and she still felt cold. Snow had already started to fall on the walk home.
Big Dick had called to tell her she needed to make her own way home. She’d already sold her car, because she’d been unable to keep it running. It was an unnecessary expense.
She wasn’t even out in the big wide world, and it was already kicking her ass. A small-town world was hard at times.
What kind of game was Hunter playing? She didn’t know if she could trust him. The MC had a code. Raven had told her that club would always come first, especially to Hunter. Her brother was part of the club, while she was just a sibling. She didn’t have any real value to the club. Not unless Smokey needed help in fixing things with Ava. Her brother and her job were the only connection to the Hell’s.
Getting involved with Hunter was a big mistake. They both knew it. Why had he made that challenge, though?
Hunter had been avoiding her for months before Christmas. Yes, he’d come to the bakery, and they would share a moment, or at least she assumed it was a moment, but it could have all been in her head.
She didn’t understand men, even though she grew up around them. Big Dick was the eldest, so being around him was rare because by the time he was eighteen years old, he’d already chosen his path with the club.
Callum and Michael had also pretty much left home by the time she was old enough to pay attention. They only came home to ask for money or help from their parents. Each one of them would rustle her head as if she was some kind of pet. Only Big Dick would pay any attention to her.
Bernard was always in his books, wanting to study, always dreaming of living in the city, getting away from the small town.
Erick was just a prick, a nasty piece of work, but appeared to be their mother’s favorite.