Hunter (The Bad Disciples MC Book 2) Page 6

  “We’ll be fine. Carter is a good kid. You don’t need to worry,” she said and we both walked out of the bedroom. Carter was still on the floor, playing with the toys, with his back turned to the TV. When he looked up at me, his eyes were glowing. He had never seen me dressed this way.

  “You be good now, baby, and listen to what Julia tells you to do, okay?” I cooed to him and walked over to kiss him lovingly on his head.

  I still had that nagging feeling that I was going to be walking into a disaster. That Hunter was nothing more than a sexy piece of meat. Something I just couldn’t resist.

  “Okay mommy,” Carter’s sweet voice cut through my thoughts and I held him tightly to myself.

  This was the first time since I had him, that I was doing something completely selfish and for myself. As much as I wanted to see Hunter again, I also knew that there was a chance he was exactly like Tony and I couldn’t help but be filled with dread at the thought of that.

  CHAPTER 8

  Hunter

  I saw the heads turn when Kylie walked into PJ’s. I was sitting at the bar, already cradling my second bottle of beer but she was right on time. I had pretty much expected her to not turn up. I was prepared for that. Why would a girl like her want to see a guy like me again? We were from two completely different worlds and she was sweet. And sweet was not a word that belonged in my dictionary.

  She looked drop dead gorgeous in the black dress she was wearing, and I stared at her petite slender legs as she walked towards me. Her dress barely revealed any cleavage but it was enough for me. I knew what those breasts looked like and her dress was a tease. I wanted to see more. Just like I knew every guy in that fucking bar wanted the same thing.

  Kylie had that same good natured smile on her face as she walked towards me. She was clutching her purse tightly in her hands, and her curls blew gently with every high-heeled step that she took. Her lips were a perfect pink and her green eyes looked smoky and gorgeous.

  I jumped off the bar stool in a hurry and walked over to a small table in the corner, holding a chair out for her. When she walked closer to me, I got a whiff of the floral perfume she was wearing and I nearly felt weak in the knees. I had no idea what was happening to me and I wasn’t even sure that I liked it. I didn’t like feeling weak.

  “I wasn’t sure if I wanted to come,” were the first words she said to me, in her soft feminine voice which did something to my cock I couldn’t understand.

  “I know that,” I told her and she sat down. “What will you have?” I asked her and Kylie glanced at the bar. I had a feeling this place didn’t serve the kind of drinks she usually liked to have.

  “A gin and tonic would be lovely,” she told me and I turned away from her firmly and went over to the bar and placed the order. These few moments away from her gave me a chance to stabilize myself. When I returned, I found her checking her cellphone. She slipped it quickly back into her purse and looked up at me with her wide twinkling eyes.

  “Sorry, I wanted to see if the babysitter had texted,” she said and I sat down across from her. The word babysitter had registered in my mind somewhere, but it didn’t matter to me. Nothing seemed to matter to me when she was around. When I hadn’t said anything, Kylie felt the need to explain.

  “I have a three-year-old son. His name is Carter,” she told me and we held each other’s gazes. I could sense that she wanted to see my reaction. She was testing me to see how I would take the news.

  “Is he a handful?” I asked her and a look of surprise entered her eyes. Maybe she was expecting me to react differently. Maybe she thought that I wouldn’t be interested in her when I found out that she was a mother. How did she not see that I didn’t fucking care?

  “He’s a good kid and he gives me no trouble. I love him to death,” Kylie said and took a sip of her drink delicately.

  “I’m sure you’re a wonderful mother,” I told her, surprising myself with the conversation we were having. I had never expected myself to say things like this to anyone.

  “Do you have kids of your own?” she asked then, snapping me out of my thoughts and I stared at her some more. The curves of her cheeks, the dip between the base of her throat, the slenderness of her shoulders. Kylie looked fragile, tender…like something I didn’t want to touch because I was afraid of breaking. How could a sweet little thing like her be so irresistible at the same time?

  “No, but I like kids. They don’t judge you for the wrong things,” I said and she seemed pleased with my response.

  “Do you feel you’re judged a lot?” she asked then and I sat back in my chair with a sigh.

  “I’m sure you’ll not be surprised that folks like me get judged for the clothes we wear. I have tattoos, I like my drink, I ride a Harley. So yeah,” I said to her and Kylie looked away from me, like she was trying to think of something else. I could see that she had already judged me for those things. But she was here, wasn’t she? I couldn’t complain.

  “What do you do, Hunter?” she asked me and I shrugged my shoulders.

  “This and that. I don’t have much of a career, if that’s what you’re asking,” I said and Kylie nodded her head and then smiled.

  “So, you weren’t in the military like Marco?”

  “No, we were buddies in high school,” I replied and Kylie laughed. One of those laughs that genuinely warmed my heart.

  “I can’t imagine you as a teenager. I can’t imagine you as anything other than this man sitting in front of me,” she said and I smiled too. It was the same for me. I couldn’t imagine Kylie as anyone other than this gorgeous goddess sitting across from me either.

  “Trust me, I went to school too. I sat at the back and threw paper balls at girls’ heads and struggled with my homework. School wasn’t really for me, but I went because my mother told me to,” I continued and she had a happy glow on her face. Kylie planted her chin on the palm of her hand as she listened to me talk.

  “Were you a mommy’s boy?” she asked, the smile still on her face. I tried mentally counting the freckles on her cheeks and gave up eventually, there were too many of them.

  “No, I was just obedient as a kid. Till I grew up and realized that I liked breaking rules,” I said to her with a smile.

  “So, you’re a rebel,” she remarked.

  “I live on the edge”

  “You’re going to give yourself a paper cut. Make sure the edges aren’t too sharp,” she said and we both broke into laughter. We watched each other happily as we laughed, and I couldn’t recall having a conversation like this with a woman before.

  She drank some more of her gin and I drank my beer. I didn’t do dates. I was used to just taking what I wanted. But this was actually nice. I was enjoying myself sitting there and talking to her. It was comfortable. As much as I wanted to kiss her as well, I was content watching her smile and laugh too.

  “What about Carter’s dad? Is he in the picture?” I asked her, when our laughter died. Kylie scrunched up her nose and looked away from me. I got the feeling that it was a sore subject which I shouldn’t have broached.

  “No, he’s not. He hasn’t been since Carter was born and I’d like it to stay that way. Anyway, moving on…so you won’t tell me what you do for a living, at least give me some scoop on Marco,” Kylie was leaning over the table now and I leaned towards her too.

  “Okay, Marco sleeps with a nose pincher at night because his snoring sometimes rattles stuff off the shelves in his room,” I said and Kylie burst out laughing again. I laughed with her. I knew Marco would slaughter me if he found out that I had told Kylie this, but I got the feeling that she could keep a secret.

  “Now give me a scoop on Carter, for when I meet him,” I said and instantly realized what I had just said. Basically, I had implied that I wanted to meet her son. That this date would lead somewhere. I clenched my jaw as I watched her watching me. A sudden silence had descended on us, and I could see that she was thinking. She was trying to come to a decision on whether I was good e
nough to meet her son.

  “Carter likes to eat toast with ketchup and a sprinkling of sugar,” she finally said, a smile spreading on her face again.

  “Oh, my God! That is disgusting!” I said and stuck my tongue out, clutching my belly exaggeratedly with my hands. Kylie was laughing again, and it made me happy to see her laughing.

  “It really is!” she exclaimed and I laughed with her. When our laughter died, we fell into silence again. We had broken a barrier now. She had essentially told me that she didn’t mind seeing me again. And my cock had taken that as a response to the affirmative.

  I watched her now as she looked up at me from under her heavy lids.

  “Why did you invite me here, Hunter? I thought what happened this evening was a spur of the moment, crazy whim,” Kylie said and I took in a deep breath.

  “Yes, it was, but that doesn’t mean it can’t happen again. And I wanted us to get to know each other before it did. If it happened again,” I said and Kylie licked her lips seductively, before taking another sip of her drink. Her cheeks were flushed, but she didn’t look distressed. I didn’t want her to be distressed.

  “I didn’t think you were the kind of guy who would want to get to know a girl before he slept with her,” she said, keeping her eyes embarrassedly faced to the table. Slept with her, she used words I had never used in my life. Banged her, fucked her, drilled her…those were the terms me and my friends would have used to describe it. What was I doing? Kylie Aston didn’t belong in my world. I didn’t know how to treat a woman like her. I was afraid that I would hurt her.

  “I wanted to get to know you,” I said and she finally looked up at me again. When our eyes met, I could see what she was asking. Something she couldn’t find the words for. I grabbed my bottle of beer and chugged the rest of it down my throat. Then I banged it down on the table and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

  I wanted this woman. I could feel it in my brain, just as much as I could feel it in my cock. What was the point in dancing around it? What was the point in going on a date? Now she knew what I wanted.

  I stood up from my chair and she followed me with her eyes. I stretched out my hand to her, holding my palm open for her to take.

  “How do you feel about riding a bike?” I asked her, as she stared at my hand and then at my face. Then she bit down on her lip and smiled, her eyes flushed with excitement.

  “I’ve never ridden on one before,” she said and when I least expected it, she reached for my hand and stood up.

  “You’re coming home with me tonight,” I told her and gripped her hand and pulled her to myself. She landed on my chest with a thud, our faces just inches apart and she had that same dazed expression on her face again.

  “Will your son be okay?” I asked in a deep voice, my breath blowing her curls off her face as I spoke. Kylie nodded her head, staring into my eyes now and then I led her out of the bar.

  The night was cool and it was dark by now, as I helped her up on my Harley. When I sat down in front of her, I made sure her arms were wound tightly around my waist. I gave my helmet to her to wear for the ride and through it, I could see her smiling.

  When we took off, she squealed joyously and I didn’t have to turn to look at her to know that she was enjoying herself.

  ***

  We were kissing before I had even opened the door. I had Kylie pinned to the door of my apartment, her leg was folded up and I was running my hand up and down the length of her thighs. Her breasts were pressed up against my chest and I could feel her breathing. Her lips tasted as fruity as before and I explored her mouth wildly with my tongue.

  She had already started to unbuckle my belt as I reached for the key in my pockets. By the time I got the door open, we pushed ourselves in and fell down on the floor together. Kylie giggled and I banged the door shut with my feet.

  My hands were all over her body, tugging at her dress, feeling her soft skin underneath. I was trailing a long wet line from her chin, down her neck, her cleavage and then with my teeth I tugged at the neck of her dress.

  Kylie’s bra was black tonight and silky and in the darkness of my apartment, I saw her milky pale breasts. I looked down at her face, my body covering hers as I lay on top of her. Her green eyes were sparkling in the moonlight that was streaming in through the windows. Her nostrils were flared and she was breathing hard.

  “I want to see you naked,” she said, and there was a sudden brave look on her face. I smiled and threw my jacket off. Then rolled up my t-shirt and she reached for my abs instantly. I could see her eyes widening as she ran her hands along the ridges, feeling the rough texture of my skin, weaving her fingers through the light golden hair between my chest.

  I sat up as I started peeling my jeans off, and I could see her looking at my tattoos.

  “Do they scare you?” I asked her in a quiet voice and Kylie gulped and then shook her head.

  “I think they’re sexy,” she said and reached for the tattoo running from my shoulder down to my wrist. I felt her fingertips lightly graze the tattoo and then she reached for my biceps, feeling my muscles moving under my flesh.

  I started undressing her, pulling down her dress, down her torso, down her narrow waist and then off her knees and ankles. She was lying there on the floor now, in nothing but her black silk underwear and matching bra. I slipped the bra straps off her shoulders, and slid them off her torso in a quick whoosh. When I reached for her panties, Kylie sucked in her gut. She was shy of allowing me to see her completely naked.

  “You are beautiful, but I’ll stop if you want me to,” I said, tugging at the elastic of her panties. Kylie shook her head wildly.

  “I don’t want you to stop. I want you to do whatever you want with me,” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. I arched my eyebrows, a grin forming on my face.

  “Be careful what you wish for, princess,” I said in a low guttural growl and she took in a sharp deep breath.

  I slid her panties off, and stood up. My jeans and boxers were still on me and I quickly pulled them off to reveal my erect throbbing cock to her. Kylie gasped and her eyes widened as she drank me in. She looked pleased with my size and why wouldn’t she be?

  “On your knees, Kylie. I want your mouth on my cock,” I said and stood with my legs spread apart. Seeing her naked like this had made me lose all self-control. She moved and sat up, bending herself on her knees in front of my cock.

  She had her beautiful face turned up at me and I stared down at her, at the crown of blond ringlets around her face, at her bow shaped delicate lips. Then she opened her mouth and I clenched my jaw. My cock was calling out to her, throbbing wildly for her tongue.

  She reached for it, encircling it with both her hands and as her face got closer to my cock; I knew I’d be too big for her. I was afraid of hurting her now. Maybe I should have taken it slower, but I wanted her and I couldn’t stop.

  When her lips parted around my cock, I had to brace myself for what was about to come. Her eyes narrowed as she leaned herself closer to me, and my cock slid into her mouth. Her pink smudged lips fit tightly around me and I felt her tongue gently graze the tip of my cock. Her mouth had stretched wide open. I wasn’t imagining it. I was too big. How was I ever going to fit inside her?

  I groaned and threw my head back.

  The chicks I usually fucked were experts at blowjobs. They knew exactly what to do with cocks and how to accommodate my size in their mouths, their pussies…but Kylie seemed like she was learning as she went along. This wasn’t her first time, but this wasn’t her hundredth time either. And she was definitely inexperienced with my size.

  She bobbed her head, trying to slide my cock deeper in her mouth and I tried to control the temptation to just explode in her mouth already. Her shyness, her delicate ways…everything was adding to my lack of self-control.

  She moved her tongue around the rim of my cock and nearly gagged, then giggled and slid me deeper into her mouth. I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t go slow
anymore.

  In a sudden flight of lust, I reached for her face and grabbed the back of her head and pulled her towards me. She was forced to open wide, her throat stretched as I thrust my cock right into her mouth and I groaned out loud.

  Kylie was grabbing my thighs as she sucked, deeper and deeper now with the help of my hands on the back of her head. I glared at her, my muscles shifting, my groans growing louder as I plowed into her. I was concerned if she was enjoying herself, I wanted to stop and ask, but I couldn’t. I wanted more and more and go deeper and deeper. She was moaning and I grunted with every thrust.

  Watching her like that, sitting kneeling on the floor, her mouth fit tightly around my cock; I knew I was going to come soon. There was no going back from this. She was getting better at it, angling her mouth in different ways to accommodate me.

  Then I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her face away from my cock.

  “Enough!” I growled. Mad at myself that I had no more self-control. With the other chicks, I could last a fifteen-minute blowjob without even coming close to coming. With Kylie, it had barely been three.

  I whipped her around and she nearly fell forward on the floor. She was still on her knees, facing away from me and her shoulders heaved heavily with her rash breathing.

  I wound my arms around her waist and lifted her torso up in position, as I bent down to my knees. Now, her ass was faced up towards me. Her complete nakedness was gorgeous. Her breasts swayed under her as I prepared myself for the fuck. I felt like a wild animal suddenly let out of the cage.

  “You sure you want it like this?” I growled as my hands fell with a slap down on her scrumptious ass. Kylie winced with pleasure, her body shuddered and she nodded her head.

  “I want it Hunter, please, just make me come,” she said with a breathy voice. I reached around her legs and felt for the wetness of her pussy. She wasn’t lying. She did want it. Her pussy was slippery wet and it only made my cock throb harder.