Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
He didn’t understand why he hadn’t turned back. There was nothing special about her. It wasn’t like he thought of her long, gorgeous brown locks spread out across his pillow, or even imagined wrapping the length around his fist. No, he never thought of that shit.
Or the fact he’d admired her inked arms. From what he recalled from Big Dick, her mother had a certain expectation and when it came to Harlow, she always pushed too far, and the ink was the first sign of rebellion.
At sixteen, Harlow got her first tattoo, and it had nearly killed her because of infection. Big Dick had taken care of the unhygienic tattoo artist, and since then, she had always gone to her brother.
Hunter never noticed her until he walked into that fucking bakery after she’d been hired by Ava. Then, it was like a slap to the face for him. That was a couple of years ago now, and he’d done absolutely nothing. Until a few weeks ago when he’d been unable to resist and he’d pulled her close to him and felt that soft, supple body against him. He knew she hadn’t been kissed too often, if at all.
One kiss should have been enough, but he wanted more. So much fucking more. And that was why he’d dragged himself to the stupid little town and watched her from afar. No woman caught his attention and kept it for this long. He’d never been verging on creeper for a woman.
It would seem Harlow was one of a kind.
“Nah, I doubt you ever shut up for anyone.”
This did make her smile. “And I guess you’re not going to stop being nasty for anyone.” She shrugged. “Why don’t you eat your lunch and we both pretend this isn’t happening?”
He wanted to argue with her, but instead he took a lead out of her book, picked up his burger, and took a large bite. He watched her reaction but there was nothing. Big Dick had told him she wasn’t a vegan activist. She loved animals and followed the diet, but she wouldn’t rant and rave at people for eating meat.
She ate her fries, finished her coffee, and then he saw her grab her bag. Hunter had a feeling she was counting change. Did she not have enough money to pay for her lunch?
“Call this my treat,” he said.
Harlow looked up. “I can pay for my own food.”
“And what kind of brother would I be if I didn’t look out for you?” he asked.
“You’re not my brother.”
“That’s true. There’s no way I could be a brother with what I want to do to you.” He stared her in the eyes, but knew her cheeks had gone a delightful shade of red. She looked stunning.
He pulled out his wallet and slid enough money to pay for their food, as well as a tip. Even though he’d rejected the waitress this time, it would stop her from spitting in his food the next, especially if he was a good tipper.
Harlow sighed and got to her feet. “I’ve got to get back to work.”
Hunter intended to finish his burger.
“Do you see me as a brother?” Hunter asked.
He knew he should let her leave. Harlow was doing the smart thing in putting some distance between them, while he was doing the fucking dumb thing of making her stick around.
Picking up his burger, he took another bite. He was starving, and he knew he wasn’t just hungry for food, but for the gorgeous brunette in front of him.
The question did the trick, as she slowly lowered back down in her chair. He knew people were watching but he also knew they didn’t have a clue what was going on right now. Harlow was Big Dick’s little sister, and part of the club, as was he. No one would question the two of them being together, neither would his club brother.
He was playing by the rules, but if they knew what he was thinking about, there would be bloodshed, he had no doubt about that.
“What?” she asked.
“Do you see me as a brother, because if you do, you need to get yourself … some therapy, because that is no way to kiss a brother.”
He was taunting her on purpose, he just couldn’t help it.
She looked so cute with her red cheeks. The glare she shot his way made his cock hard. He enjoyed her sass. There was no fun in having a doormat in his bed. He had a feeling Harlow would be like fire in his arms. They’d both go up in flames.
“Are you trying to be gross on purpose? Hell, no, I don’t see you as my brother, because you are not my brother.” She folded her arms beneath her chest.
It was a shame it was still winter, because if she’d not been wearing such a thick sweater, he’d be able to see the full curves of her tits. Harlow had a body that was all woman, thick, juicy thighs, large tits, rounded hips. She was a woman who looked like she could take a good fuck and not complain about it hurting.