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

already sense my protests, he said, “come on. We want to hear you sing,” he looked towards the other two. Only Jameson joined in on the pressuring.
    “Oh, no, no,” I insisted putting my hands up. Shit maybe this wasn’t the best lie to spin. “I really couldn’t.”
    “Why not?” Hunter asked.
    "Because, I mean, I just - I can't?" That came out wrong, "I can't, it's too..." I drifted off, biting down on my lower lip nervously.
    "You're too shy, eh?" Hunter realized, "come on beautiful, ain't none of us gonna judge you. You're in good company, or have we not been hospitable enough?"
    "Y-you've been great, really," I insisted, "I just, I only do studio work." This lie was definitely a mistake that was paying terrible dividends now. Please, don't make me do it - my heart'll come right out of my fracking chest.
    The man seemed to be discouraged then, "Alright," he finally conceded, "so you sing. But not for an audience. I can respect that," his icy blue eyes looked me over and I felt my stomach churn in delight. "So why Vivid? You really don't seem like the type."
    "My friend, Sabrina, told me that I wasn't being adventurous enough," I said, "that I needed to get out more and live life to the fullest."
    "You came to the right place for that," Hunter smirked, "you sure that's all, though?" His earlier suspicions clearly weren't assuaged.
    "I'm just a simple girl," I shook my head slightly, "just trying to have fun and get to know some people. And, I mean," I bit my lip again, feeling the fire flow fiercely between my legs, "I was wondering...one little thing."
    Hunter gave me a 'you were wondering?...' look.
    "If you'd be able to give me a ride," I said, and Jameson nearly spat out his beer in a whoop, "I-I mean, on your bike, to my apartment. I've always wanted to try one. You did say that you would."
    Hunter looked devilishly pleased, "Course babe," he said, "of course. But you know," he said, making a sucking noise through his teeth, "we kind of have a rule. See, me and the boys here, we're part of an enthusiast club."
    My senses perked up at his mentioning of this. “Oh? I was wondering, guess those things on your chest mean something,” I pointed with a nod of my chin at Hunter’s chest, where his patch would be if he had one.
    “Girls? Only ride if they show their tits,” my heart shot up into my throat when he said that, “just how it is, gorgeous.”
    I sat there stunned, my body locking up and refusing to do much of anything.
    Jameson and Hunter could only look at me from across the table, Reyes didn’t seem particularly interested either way.
    “Here?” I asked, sure that my face was going red.
    “Here,” Hunter confirmed.
    Nervousness and excitement both pricked away at my chest mercilessly. He was going to make me expose myself here, in front of his brothers and anyone else attentive enough to get a good look.
    Well, I’ll have to give him a crash course in how I barter. You expect me to give? Best expect I’ll take, too. “I’ve got my own rules too,” I countered.
    “Oh?” Hunter said and then laughed, “like what?”
    “Yeah, such as, you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”
    And then something strange happened. I felt a rumble of laughter at my side, Reyes moving along the bench, a wide smile forming on his face as he looked over to Hunter.
    Hunter himself showed nothing outside of a peculiar, aggravating if not attractive, cockiness.
    Shit. He’s gonna whip it out, isn’t he?
    Sure enough, as if he could hear the fracking thoughts percolating in my head, Hunter got up from his seat and unbuttoned his tight, faded and torn, blue jeans. Heat curled against my chest, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to some curious tingling between my legs. The man stripped his jeans down, just enough for the outline of his sublime member to be seen pressing against his underwear.
    Reyes and Jameson turned away, making their own noises of protest. But me? Well let’s just say I was pleased