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“Hey, Remil, nice trim work.” He points at my shaved cheeks while butchering my name. No barista gets it right. “The usual?” His tone is flirty and very interested, though. A week ago, I'd have fucked him in the employee room. But right now, all I want is the dark giant standing rigidly next to me.
But I’m still my coquettish self. “Yes, what an amazing memory you have.” I dip my sugary voice in sweet glaze.
“Well, when you come here, it is not easy to forget.” His pierced tongue comes out for a second when he licks the corner of his mouth. He’s such a tease. It doesn’t do much for me, but I start wondering if my grizzly has any hidden piercings. That would make my brain implode.
“The service is very good.” I wink at Noah, enjoying the sight of Hunter’s jaw clenching in the corner of my eye. He doesn’t seem impressed. He’sbear-yhandsome, but he certainly isn’t the only one. Although, my cock seems to point at him like a compass to north every time he’s around.
“I have been praised for my…servicing by quite a few people before, Remil,” he drawls. Lori did say that Noah has a black hole throat—whatever that means.
I open my mouth to flirt back when Hunter cuts in, spelling my name to Noah. “It’s R-a-m-i-e-l. Hurry up and add a double latte to the order.” His low and dark tone makes it sound more like a threat than a drink order. And the vicious, deep growl at the end forces Noah to jerk back while I feel a shiver right down to my balls.
“Sure. Separate bills?” the barista asks me, seemly deciding to ignore Hunter.
“Nope, my treat.” I slide my credit card out of my wallet. “Can you add a couple ofbear clawsas well?” I feel Hunter’s stern expressionon me, letting me know he got my pun. I place my platinum card on the POS terminal until the payment goes through.
Noah slides a tray with our orders toward me. “See you soon, Ramiel.” His suggestive tone paints a very clear picture of what he’d like to do next time we meet. I wink at him, enjoying the rough way Hunter yanks the tray and turns away.Broody, sexy bear.
The café is almost empty at this time in the evening. We can sit anywhere, but Hunter chooses the table in the corner—the furthest away from the cashier.
My chair has my back to the counter. “Stop glowering at the barista like you wish you could incinerate him. You already showed him who’s the baddest grizzly in here!”
Hunter grunts and turns his murderous glare to me.Better than being ignored, I guess.
His eyes fall on my tumbler as I take a sip from it, specifically on the sticker that says,Dark Coffee to Match My Soul.I think I see his lips tilt up for a half second, that or the fumes coming from the coffee are giving me hallucinations.
Hunter shrugs out of his jacket and slings it over the back of his chair, putting on display his glorious hard chest, soft belly, and gun holster. “Talk.” He grabs one of the bear claws and tears it in half with his sharp, white teeth. Wish he dug those into my skin.
His commanding tone should annoy me, but instead, it makes me horny as fuck. My cock is seriously interested, but it's never been very picky. The last big guy who topped me was a shithead, who turned into a donor and was killed by Uri after Rague tortured him. Not that I cared, he hurt Sully, so he deserved all the pain he got, but he had a decent cock.
Hunter, from what I remember feeling against my belly, must be hung like a damn horse.
I start talking. “Today, the forecast predicted a chance of rain, but the sun almost burned my pupils. How do they?—”
“What?”
“You said talk. I’m talking, Grizzly,” I sassily reply.
“Tell me what you know, Ramiel, or I’m out of here,” he impatiently says. I like to hear my name in his gravelly voice.
I also don’t want him to leave, so I offer, “I know more than your name, Hunter Penn.”
He throws the rest of his pastry on the plate. “So game developer is only a facade?”
“No, it’s my job. The cyber researcher part is more of a hobby.” I wave my hand, and his gaze goes to my fingerless gloves.
“Cyber researcher? You’re a hacker who fights like a pro and kidnaps hitmen in his spare time.” He takes a cautious sip from his cup, never taking his eyes away from me. Those juicy lips close around the brim and his Adam’s apple bobs as he lets the liquid pour down his throat.
His large mouth is accentuated by the light brush of stubble over his rugged jaw. But his eyes are his most prominent feature. I have a feeling that I could dive inside those deep pools and never come up for air.
“You made Marcus talk, and he told you about his brother’s line of work. Impressive. But you didn’t kill him.” I checked. But he did kill the mercenary who attacked him. He broke his neck. A fast, almost painless way to die.
“There’s still time,” he growls. “This Malcom, is he connected to the Bakers and my attacks?”
“You said you were attacked four times. One with Marcus and August and their friends and one with the mercenaries makes two.When were the others?”
He blows out a long breath but doesn’t reply.
“Hunter, I get that you’re skeptical.” When he raises a questioning eyebrow at me, I keep going. “I told you I know about you and your past.”
