Page 11 of Hunter

“Hunter,” she said softly, a sweet smile curving her plush lips. Her voice was slightly breathless, and it made me think of sex and my name falling from her lips while she broke apart beneath me.

Fucking hell.

My cock twitched, and every possessive instinct I had roared to the surface.

“Wesley,” I said, my voice low and hard.

Her smile faltered. “What?”

“My name,” I told her, watching those pretty brows draw together. “It’s Wesley, sunshine.”

Her lips parted. “But I thought…”

Her hands fluttered nervously at her sides.

“You call me Wesley,” I said, dismounting and prowling toward her. My boots hit the pavement with slow, deliberate steps until I stood only inches away from them.

I reached out and slid my fingers into her soft brown hair, letting the strands slip through my fingers. Her breath caught, and all I could think was…mine.

A throat cleared behind me, and I turned my head slowly, pinning the Ken doll with a look that had ended conversations. And lives.

He shifted his weight like he wanted to run but thought better of it. Then he swallowed hard and straightened his shoulders, trying not to look intimidated.

“We were talking,” he snapped.

Ballsy.

But still a dumbass.

Nobody spoke to an Iron Rogue without respect. And a healthy amount of fear.

I arched a brow but didn’t say a word. I didn’t have to, not when the threat in my silence said everything. He was staring into the eyes of a ruthless predator, and he knew it.

He paled and shifted back a step. Not much, but enough.

So he has some survival instinct buried under all that stupid.

“Go,” I said flatly.

He hesitated, glancing at Sadie.

I growled and took a menacing step forward, seconds away from using my fist to rearrange his face.

Sadie’s hand landed on my arm, warm and light, and my focus snapped back to her.

She looked up at me with wide eyes.

“Wait. Austin is fixing the window,” she explained, motioning to the cracked pane near the door.

“What happened?” I asked, my frown deepening as I looked at the glass. A jagged crack sliced through the center and down to the corner.

Sadie shrugged, but her fingers fidgeted slightly against her apron.

“Probably a rock,” she said too quickly. “No big deal.”

I didn’t answer.

Maybe it was a rock.

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