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

at, is it?"
    "I confess to everything," Hunter practically growled the words, "and to nothing."
    I hummed something low from my chest in response, turning to face him then and dancing with him. We got close, so close I feared I might drown in his eyes; that I could smell the mint of his breath – I’m sure he snuck away to freshen up at some point. Clever. As we danced, I felt this invisible tug. I felt like putty in his hands, but I was alive.
    Alive was good. Beat the hell out of misery.
    The hours passed and the four of us trolled the club. We smoked herb in the tiny, fenced in courtyard at the club’s side. They had me meet a host of usual suspects, older men that didn’t ride – like Ricky Twelvefingers, of whom I never learned exactly why he was called that. I suspected from their seeming embarrassment, which I thought bikers would be incapable of, that it was something related to sex.
    The uproarious night went on and the three marched me towards the dart section, having me miserably toss the sharp bad-boys. I lost every match that I played, but when I got a few points they would cheer and when Hunter would show me how to play, the boys would whistle their approval.
    Sometime later (most of us had stopped drinking) in the night, surely just hours before the sun would peek over the skyline, when the four of us were worn out from moving our bodies; we adjourned ourselves back to the table where I had originally seen the bikers. At this point, I was having too much fun acting like a damn fool.
    You're here for a reason, I reminded myself. You've got to stay on point. My eyes met Hunter's gaze for just a spell, and those thoughts and feelings of having to act professional. Of having a purpose here, to research and look and report - it all washed away.
    Heat sank itself deep into my core, and a delicious, teasing ache formed against my clit.
    The ever grumpy Reyes sat himself beside me, which was pretty disappointing, as I would have preferred Hunter - or even Jameson, at my side. He looked over at me for a moment and then turned his gaze elsewhere.
    He definitely doesn't like me.
    Hunter leaned forward in his side of the booth, "Come on now, beautiful," he said, "it's about time you gave us a little something."
    "What do you mean?" I raised a brow.
    Jameson brought the beer to his lips and dipped his head back, and then cradled the bottle in his hand between his fingers
    Hunter’s gaze seemed to look right through me, "I mean we've been buying you drinks and keeping your fine ass happy," Hunter explained, "told you what we do. Now it's time you open up a bit," he instructed. It was true, they had told me some about themselves; though I learned next to nothing about Reyes.
    Jameson was a mechanic at their shop down on Caulhoon, the head mechanic of the place.
    Hunter, who I had expected would also be a mechanic, informed me that he actually worked as a personal trainer as his main source of legit income - working at the Caulhoon shop as a mechanic was only something he put a small number of hours into.
    Reyes was...well, he was a ghost, to me at least. When Jameson and Hunter were explaining what they did for a living, Reyes had told me that he, in so many words, 'did work that others didn't want to do'. Yeah, not exactly the most gripping of stories behind that one. If I couldn’t find anything on the man, he’ll easily be the one I cut from the piece.
    "Well," I started, "what do you boys want to know about me?"
    Jameson spoke up then, giving a sly look my way, “What don’t we want to know about you.”
    I could hear Reyes’ resenting exhalation of breath.
    Hunter glanced at Jameson and then over to me, “Tell me what you do,” he raised his chin at me.
    “I’m a professional singer,” I told him, “…of sorts.”
    “Really?” Hunter’s dimples appeared, but he seemed a tad incredulous.
    “Do I not look the type?” I asked.
    “Sing us something,” he encouraged genuinely, but as if he could