Page 7 of Hunter (Hell's Bastards MC)

She ate her fries, finished hercoffee, and then he saw hergrab her bag. Hunter had a feeling she was counting change. Did shenot have enough money to pay for her lunch?

“Call this my treat,” he said.

Harlow looked up. “I can pay for my ownfood.”

“And what kind of brother would I be if Ididn’t look out for you?” he asked.

“You’re not my brother.”

“That’s true. There’s no way I could be abrother with what I want to do to you.” He stared her in the eyes,but knew her cheeks had gone a delightful shade of red. She lookedstunning.

He pulled out his wallet and slid enough money to pay fortheir food, as well as a tip. Even though he’d rejected thewaitress this time, it would stop her from spitting in his food thenext, especially if he was a good tipper.

Harlow sighed and got to her feet. “I’ve gotto get back to work.”

Hunter intended to finish his burger.

“Do you see me as a brother?” Hunterasked.

He knew he should let her leave. Harlowwas doing the smart thing in putting some distance between them,while he was doing the fucking dumb thing of making her stick around.

Picking up his burger, he took anotherbite. He was starving,and he knew he wasn’t just hungry for food, but for thegorgeous brunette in front of him.

The question did the trick, as she slowlylowered back down in her chair. He knew people were watching but healso knew they didn’t have a clue what was going on rightnow.Harlow was BigDick’s little sister, and part of the club, as was he. No one wouldquestion the two of them being together, neither would his clubbrother.

He was playing by the rules, but if theyknew what he was thinking about, there would be bloodshed, he hadno doubt about that.

“What?” she asked.

“Do you see me as a brother, because if youdo, you need to get yourself … some therapy, because that is no wayto kiss a brother.”

He was taunting her on purpose, he justcouldn’t help it.

She looked so cute with her red cheeks.The glare she shot his way made his cock hard. He enjoyed her sass.There was no fun in having a doormat in his bed. He had a feeling Harlow would be likefire in his arms. They’d both go up in flames.

“Are you trying to be gross onpurpose? Hell, no, I don’t seeyou as my brother, because you are not my brother.” She folded herarms beneath her chest.

It was a shame it was still winter,because if she’d not been wearing such a thick sweater, he’d beable to see the full curves of her tits.Harlow had a body that was all woman, thick, juicythighs, large tits, rounded hips. She was a woman who looked likeshe could take a good fuck and not complain about ithurting.

Some men would say she was onthe chunky side, or maybe evenfat, but not to him. No, to him, she was all woman, and he didn’tknow if that was another reason he couldn’t get her out of hismind.

Harlow was forbidden fruit.

He shouldn’t want her.

He couldn’t have her.

But that didn’t stop him wanting her.

Hunter had a feeling Harlow wanted him aswell.

And that meant they both had a problem.

“That’s right,” he said. “Because nobrother wants to takehis sister, strip her naked, and fuck her until she can’tremember her own name.”

He watched her, and he was surprised tosee there didn’t appear to bea reaction. All he saw was the flush working its way intoher cheeks, and then he watched as she gently licked her lips, asif she was thinking of doing something dirty.

“Some sick fucks might,” Harlow said.

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