Page 40 of Hunter (Hell's Bastards MC)

He had no right to request this.

“Fine.”

“You’re giving in that easily?” heasked.

“I haveno desire to dance with anyone. If I’m going to dance, itwill be with my girls.” She gave a chuckle. “You don’t have toworry.”

He kissed the column of her neck. “You’re apain in my ass.”

“And you enjoy it. I keep you on your toes.”She released a sigh. “Will you be there for my birthday?”

“It’s a girls’ night.”

She snorted. “Yeah, and I know for afact that Smokey is notgoing to stay away. He cannot leave Ava alone. Ugly Beast will alsoturn up, and do you even want me to get started onCarlos?”

“If a bunch of the guys go, I’ll go.Otherwise, I’ll let you enjoy your birthday.”

She didn’t say anything. Running his handsdown her arms, he placed them on her stomach and watched her in themirror. She had already closed her eyes. His dick was still insideher, and he knew he was going to have to move her and possibly havea shower or a bath, but he didn’t want to.

“Did you always want to be a member of theHell’s?” Harlow asked.

“Yes.”

“What is your story?”

“There is no story.”

She opened her eyes and tilted her headback. He dropped his gaze to look at her. “There is always astory.”

“Not for me. I don’t look back. I only lookforward.”

“Why?”

“There is no hope in looking back. There isno pointin it. Youcan’t change anything.”

“Was thereever a time you wanted something more?” sheasked.

“You mean like a wife? Kids? Afamily? A nine-to-fiveand the fucked-up picket fence of the dream?” he asked.

He lifted her up off his cock and forced herto her feet.

“Don’t, Harlow,” he said.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t get it into your head that this isanything more thanitis. It’s just sex and if you think we’re going to get married andhave a bunch of kids, you’re wrong. That is never going to happen.I don’t want that. All I care about is using yourpussy.”

He took a step back and made his way towardthe bathroom.

Why did women have to do that? Marriageandkids and all thatwas just some fucked-up ideal that never worked. Men wanted tofuck. Women wanted to be fucked, and sometimes kids were messed upbecause of the selfishness of parents’ dreams.

Stepping back toward the bedroom, he lookedaround to see that Harlow wasn’t there.

“Fuck!”

He’d not heard his front door open and hequickly made his way downstairs, not giving a shit that he didn’thave any clothes on. Hehadn’t left Harlow alone long enough for her to get dressedand leave. When he got to the living room, though, he was shockedto see how much she had actually done. She’d pulled on her jeansand shirt, and was currently putting her boots on. He was thankfulfor those boots.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

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