Page 115 of Protected by the Biker (Grim Reaper MC)
When Hunter raised his arms, he wound them around my neck. I felt a little flutter in my heart. He was holding me. Now, after everything was done. When he didn’t need to hold me anymore.
I pressed my eyes close and tried to concentrate on the sound of his deep breathing in the room as we lay there. This was almost too good to be true, but I didn’t want to start panicking. Not yet. Not for a few minutes still. Because, the truth was that I knew very well that I was falling for this hulk of a man.
***
We had both drifted in and out of sleep, and when Hunter finally moved, I blinked my eyes open. I had been in a daze for so long, I hadn’t even thought about what time it was. I wriggled in his arms and he let me go. When I slid out from under him, he turned his face up to look at me. I got up and walked quickly over to my clutch that was thrown on the floor away from us.
“What’s wrong?” I heard him ask in a groggy voice. I slipped my phone out of my bag and checked the time. It was nearly midnight!
“I’m just texting my babysitter,” I said and started typing a message to Julia’s phone.
Sorry for the delay. Hope all is well. I’ll be there asap!
“Do you have to leave now?” he said and just as I was about to press send, I looked up at his face.
Hunter was sitting up now, his naked body glistening, his muscles heaving from the exhaustion of having sex twice back to back. We’d been lying in each other’s arms for at least an hour now, if not more. And it had felt nice. It hadn’t felt like I was lying in the arms of a stranger. Even though I didn’t know this man at all, and technically for all intents and purposes, this was just a one night stand; it felt to me like I had known Hunter all my life.
“No, I’m sure Julia will be fine with Carter,” I said and instead of sending the text, I slipped the phone back into my clutch.
Hunter was watching me with keen eyes, his gaze concentrated on my bare body, my swinging breasts. When his eyes flitted over my belly and then my pussy, I walked towards him again.
“Good, because I was planning on cooking you something. I’m hungry,” he said, with a sudden smile and rubbed his belly comically. I smiled at him and he reached for my hand, pulling me down to him with a crash.
I fell on his lap with a laugh and Hunter nuzzled his nose in my hair, sniffing it, then tenderly kissing my cheek like we were old lovers. I couldn’t understand what was going on. Why a man like him was treating me like someone he genuinely cared for. I was so used to being treated like trash, like a trophy, like property by men like Tony; that Hunter’s behavior was making me crazy. Making me think that this was all a fantasy, and that I was going to be snapped out of my day dream any second now.
“I didn’t think you could cook,” I said to him, while he nibbled on my earlobe. Hunter drew his face away from me, looking at me with all seriousness.
“See! This is exactly what I meant. Everyone is so quick to judge,” he said and I smiled at him again.
“I can’t help it, I’m sorry,” I said and mock-pouted my lips.
“My dad was a chef. I learnt to cook from him when I was five years old,” Hunter said and then shifted. When I moved out of his lap, he slapped my bare ass and I could feel the stinging mark he must have left on my skin.
“You’ve learnt to cook from a professional?” I exclaimed, unable to hide my surprise. Even though I had just promised him that I wouldn’t judge, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was lying. A guy like him, knowing how to cook! That was hardly possible.
Hunter shrugged as he stood up, drawing his blue eyes lazily over me again.
“All right. I’ll bite. What are you planning on cooking for me tonight?” I asked him, my hands hooking on my hips. The fact that I was walking around, completely naked, in front of this guy who I had known for exactly two days; didn’t seem to bother me. I was completely comfortable in his presence.
“I think I could whip up some salmon tortellini with broccoli,” he said with another lazy shrug of his shoulders. My mouth nearly gaped open with shock. I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, but it sounded fancy. “And I might have some truffle oil lying around, so I could make a truffle pesto as the sauce if you like,” he added and ran a hand through his gorgeous blond hair.
I still hadn’t been able to find the words to appropriately react to what he was saying. He wasn’t lying! This guy could actually cook!
“Yes, I would like that very much!” I exclaimed with a surprised laugh and Hunter smiled at me, as though he was pleased to shock me.
“Good. Well, you will have to wait because I won’t cook unless I’ve showered. So, I’m going to pop into the shower first and then start. I hope you’re not too hungry because it’ll be another hour or so before we’re eating,” Hunter said and I shook my head.
“I’m not too hungry, and I’ll text Julia and let her know that I won’t be back till two,” I said, surprised at how easily he had talked me into staying this late. I didn’t even care anymore.
“I’ll give you a ride home later,” Hunter said and then when I was least expecting it, he lunged at me again and wrapping his arms around my waist, he dragged me to himself, planting a long-wet kiss on my lips.
“See you in a bit,” he said when he drew away and I watched as he stalked out of the room. I sighed, because of how dream-like this whole thing was.
***
I heard the shower come on in one of the rooms inside and slowly, I started putting my clothes back on. My bra, panties, dress, shoes…were all lying scattered around Hunter’s living room and I started gathering them up one by one. I wanted to hum a tune, I wanted to jump with joy. I had been so close to not meeting him tonight but now I was glad that I had. I had been foolish to judge him so quickly. No matter how similarly he dressed to Tony, or the fact that he rode a Harley…it didn’t mean that they were the same men.
Hunter had given me not a shred of evidence to make me think that he could ever be violent towards me. And he definitely knew how to handle alcohol. And most importantly of all, he knew how to make me feel special.
I realized that I had been smiling this whole time. Even after Hunter had already left the room. In fact, I couldn’t stop smiling. I had finally met a man who knew how to treat me with respect, for whom it wasn’t just about the sex. I could still recall what had happened after the first time Tony had sex with me. Once he was done, he had got up and switched on the TV in his living room and just sat there drinking beers. He hadn’t even noticed that I was still in the house.
Back then, because I idolized him, I had forced myself to believe that was how men were wired. I couldn’t have even imagined that a guy would want to cook me dinner
or talk to me after sex. And now here I was, waiting for Hunter to clean himself before he cooked me probably the fanciest meals I had ever tried.
With the smile, still on my face; I pulled up my dress and ran a hand through my hair quickly. I didn’t care about my makeup anymore, or how I looked. Hunter had made it very clear to me that he was attracted to the way I looked. I felt comfortable around him in my natural self.
I walked over to where my clutch was when I spotted his clothes on the floor piled up. Biting down on my lip, I started lifting them up and carefully folding them before placing them on the couch. When I got to his jacket, I lifted it up to my nose and took in a deep breath. It smelt of leather mixed with Hunter’s natural masculine scent and I closed my eyes to etch that smell to memory. I felt foolish doing it, but for some reason, I never wanted to forget it, or this night.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the patch.
My eyebrows crossed as I ran a hand over the neatly embroidered shape, the intricate design and the words ‘Bad Disciples’. The jacket fell from my hands and I stepped away from it like it was lava. I had stifled the gasp which had escaped my lips, clutching my hands tightly to my mouth. Even though I had never heard of them particularly, I knew exactly what that was. It was a patch which declared that Hunter belonged to a Motorcycle Club, one that was called the Bad Disciples.
My heart was beating fast, my breathing was stuck in my throat. I could feel the beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I stood there, staring at the jacket lying innocently on Hunter’s floor. He belonged to a motorcycle club, those were the only words floating around in my head.
I knew exactly what that meant. Club violence, murder, shootings, drugs, whores…I knew the list very well. It was what Tony had started to get involved in when I got out of that relationship. I had witnessed first-hand what members of a club like this were like. Tony was a part of the Dark Knights.
