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

and after…well, after what happened, I wasn’t comfortable with being comfortable.
    Hunter glanced over at me, that look making me feel weak and like my heart might float right out of my body. He looked over to the two men that were walking towards us, the men whose names I’d already forgotten.
    “Reyes,” Hunter called out. The man was built almost equally as impressive as Hunter. He had dominating shoulders, and was maybe only a head smaller in height than Hunter. His skin was toned darker, like he had been baking in the sun for quite some time. Besides his slicked back dark, auburn hair, his most prominent feature was his displeased scowl. “Play nice with my lady friend here, you can call her Firecracker,” Hunter glanced at me, “less she tells you otherwise.”
    Reyes’s light gray eyes sized me up for a moment of time, and then he stepped closer, bringing his hand out in a clasping motion. Stitched onto his jacket was a peculiar white piece that read ‘Sergeant-at-Arms’.
    I awkwardly reached out at the angle that Hunter was forcing me to come from, meeting his hand with mine.
    “Good to meet you,” he practically growled the words, and his eyes shifted over to Hunter – speaking something subtle; what exactly, I could not be sure.
    I pulled myself away from Hunter’s embrace, “Who pissed in your cheerios?” I asked sincerely.
    The man to Reyes’s right spit out a laugh.
    Hunter scoffed, “Jameson, try to show this beautiful creature some of our honest grace and hospitality.”
    Jameson was maybe an inch smaller in height than Hunter, and his pinecone brown hair was done in an attractive manbun – even if it wasn’t my thing, I could respect him for rocking it. He reached his hand out towards me and gave a warm smile, “Elated,” he said, shaking his head from side to side, “positively elated, miss.”
    I returned the smile and finished shaking his hand, “At least one of you has manners,” I announced, spying on his jacket a patch that read Vice President.
    Jackpot.
     

Chapter 4
    The four of us spent a lot of time downing shots and going out into the dance floor and doing what I do worst. But after I made a fool out of myself, the boys made sure to help me with it. There was a small period when I had to pretend to go to the bathroom, when I felt Sabrina buzz my phone. I caught her up to speed, and let her know that I’d call a cab and find my way home just fine.
    When I got back to the dance floor, Hunter went to talk to the DJ, and have the guy put on some of the easier songs to follow along to. They all seemed impossible to me. He got in close to me and put his hands on my hips; guided me to the motions and the beats of the song - pointed me towards how others were doing it. They made it look easy, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
    “You just gotta relax, Firecracker," he whispered in my ear, his hands lavishing me with seductive attention, "move like this," he insisted, rocking my body in a particular motion to the pulsing synths and blaring kicks. The seductive vibrations caressed the whole of my being, but I could only seem to partially get the hang of things.
    "I told you," I replied, the buzz from the alcohol playing at my mind and heart, "I'm no good at this," I practically whined those words out. That was strange. Whining, at least out loud, was unlike me. It felt surreal, I could hardly believe that I was getting to hang out with a sexy outlaw. Sabrina’s going to be so jealous.
    "You're doing great," Hunter assured, "you'll get the hang of it, I promise you," he gave that warm laugh that I wanted to lose myself in. "Just keep to the beat, don't worry about everyone watching you—"
    "People are watching me?!" I turned my head, a twinge of heat coursing through my blood.
    "I'm sure they are, beautiful," he whispered, "any man in here would be looking at your tight ass, if they had even half a brain - or any balls at all."
    "So that's what you've been looking