Page 20 of Hunter

I had underestimated my attraction to Mallory. Her standing there, looking all shy and shit with that pink shirt that dipped far too low, revealing the nice, round globes of her rather large rack, did things to me that could only be solved by stripping her naked and shoving my dick so far into her that she would be ruined for other men.

I had avoided her for the past few days since our … moment in the backyard. She had only been in my territory for two fucking days back then, and I was already trying to piss on her leg.

That wasn’t okay.

I wasn’t possessive. I didn’t give a shit what or who other women did. Not because I didn’t care if someone cheated on me, but because I didn’t do relationships. Mallory went beyond the exception. She was someone I couldn’t even think about fucking. Not that it was stopping me stripping her naked in my mind, but because I couldn’t screw up my relationship with her due to Adair. She could turn into one of those psycho moms who used the kid to manipulate me. Although Mallory didn’t seem like that kind of person, I wouldn’t take any chances, not even to satisfy my overexcited libido.

She was another bit of pussy. Not to mention, she was so damn crazy I was beginning to hope it wasn’t contagious. I sure as hell hoped it wasn’t hereditary; otherwise, I would have to start worrying about Adair. I could get one of those genetic tests done on him. Was it even possible to test for crazy?

Fuck, I was doomed.

“Dude,” Jax called out, walking up to my perch at the bar. “You’ve been here more times this week than I can count on ten hands. Sexy momma keepin’ you up at night?”

Too right. Not that I would admit it. That would lead to the next confession that me and my hand had started getting along better.

“Fuck off.” I was too tired to argue with him.

“Now, now, if you’re having that much trouble, I can take her off your hands for a little while.” Jax winked, that playboy smirk peeking out from behind his beer.

“Leave her alone,” I warned. If I couldn’t have my way with her, letting Jax slip into her panties and get her all wound up just to break her heart, as usual, wasn’t going to happen.

“Just offering.” Jax shrugged, waving his hands in surrender.

“Well, don’t.”

Jax’s brow rose high up to his hairline before he let out a slow whistle. “She’s been here, what? A week? And she already has you wound up this tight. Damn, man, now Ihaveto check her out.”

I didn’t even remember moving, but suddenly I had Jax pressed up against the side of the bar with my hand around his throat.

Jax was a hell of a lot smaller and slimmer than me, yet he was a fast and dirty fighter. Right then, though, I was more than itching for a fight.

I heard Wolf yelling as I tried to cool the anger sparking through my veins. I started counting back from ten in my head, letting my anger die with each number. Wolf yanked me away at number three, and I let Jax go.

Prez grabbed me by the scruff of my cut. The huge hulk of a man dragged me straight out the front door, saying, “Whatever the hell is going on with that girl, you get it sorted out. I won’t ask questions, because I don’t give a shit, but don’t fuckin’ bring it into the club. The Hell’s Runners may have stayed quiet over the last three years, but when they do decide to hash it out with the club again, I don’t want anyone turning on each other. You got it?”

Wolf rarely ranted at one of us, but when it came down to loyalty, he made fucking sure we kept it. “Loyalty is what protects the club, because if brothers have our backs, then we’ve got our brothers’ backs, and that’s what keeps us alive,”he had said so many times it was pretty much club code.

“Got it,” I said, stretching out my arms.

“Good.” Wolf unfolded his arms from across his huge chest.

I knew Wolf wouldn’t let me stride back in, and going home would only make the aforementioned problems worse, so I turned in the direction of my bike, thinking a ride might calm me down.

I didn’t get two steps before Wolf stopped me, clasping my shoulders with his huge paws.

“Jax, get the fuck out here.”

Ah, shit. I had hoped to get away from this part.

Jax came swaggering his way out the door with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Disrespecting your brother in front of the club requires payback.” Wolf shrugged as if it was physics and he couldn’t do anything about it. “It’s all healthy.”

“Not the face,” I said as Jax stepped forward. “I don’t wanna scare the kid.”

Jax winked. “Don’t worry, brother; I’m always looking out for you.”

“Yeah, right, you pri—”

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