Page 36 of Hunter

Maverick chuckled, rubbing a hand over his jaw as he shook his head.

“Shit, the universe really outdid itself sending you someone that sweet,” he said, smirking. “She’s gotta be custom-built, man. ’Cause no one else on earth would be charmed by a grumpy-as-shit motherfucker like you.”

Sadie giggled and ducked her head as she turned to head back behind the counter.

I watched her go, my gaze glued to the soft sway of her hips.

Then my eyes traveled up, and my gut clenched when I thought about her wearing my vest. I couldn’t wait to see my name stitched across her back like a warning.

All anyone else saw was the sweet sunshine. Innocence wrapped in sugar and cinnamon.

Only I knew better.

I knew what she sounded like when she moaned my name in the dark.

How she looked with her lips swollen, and her thighs trembling.

And how tight her pussy gripped my cock when she came apart beneath me, her body knowing exactly who it belonged to.

She wasn’t just soft.

She was mine.

And I’d burn the whole fucking town to the ground if anyone tried to take her from me.

She disappeared through the door to the kitchen with one last glance over her shoulder, her blue pools dancing with happiness and my chest clenched like I’d taken a hit point-blank.

I wanted to put that look on her face every day for the rest of our lives. Even when she wore my ring, my vest, my name, and carried my kid, it would never be enough. I’d prove to her every day that she belonged to me and do everything in my power to make her happy.

Forever wasn’t a concept. It was a promise. And even though she hadn’t known it, she’d agreed to exactly that the first time she smiled at me.

Mav clapped me on the back in that gruff way of his that meant he gave a shit, then went to the counter and ordered from Marcy.

I gave him a chin lift before heading back to the kitchen to tighten the loose bolt since I’d gotten distracted earlier. When I finished, I popped a quick kiss on Sadie’s luscious mouth, then returned to the front of the shop.

My stomach growled, so I looked over the pastries, trying to decide what to eat.

Sadie bounced back out of the kitchen with a tray of cinnamon rolls, and when her eyes met mine, my lips curled up into a wicked grin.

Her cheeks turned pink while her sky-blue orbs darkened to sapphire.

“Gonna need one of your cinnamon rolls, sunshine,” I murmured.

Her breath hitched, making my smile grow. She shook it off after a foggy second and shot me an admonishing frown. “Behave.”

My eyebrows shot up to my hairline before I burst into laughter. When my mirth died down, I noticed Sadie, Marcy, and the two other customers in the bakery staring at me like I’d grown two heads.

Their shock was understandable. Before Sadie, my personality was permanently locked in ”grumpy-as-shit motherfucker” mode, as Mav had said. Only my own personal sunshine dragged me into the light.

Sadie beamed at me as she put a roll on a plate and fixed me a black coffee.

“Let me know if these are as good as mine,” she said with a saucy wink.

I leaned in so no one could hear my deep, gritty voice except her. “Nothing in the world tastes as sweet as your pussy, sunshine.”

Sadie blushed tomato-red, making me smirk as I took my breakfast and went to find a seat. I chose a table off to the side, with a clear view of the entire bakery. While I stayed alert for anything suspicious happening around me, I set out the laptop I’d brought to get some work done.

Although I had a healthy bank account from saving during my years in the military and FBI, my investments had also paid off. Plus, I got a cut from certain MC income streams, so I wouldn’t ever be hurting for money. However, I still considered opportunities that came my way—usually consulting or teaching.

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