Page 9 of Lore
Her eyes drop to Rose’s hand. “I see some things never change,” she mutters, her jaw clenching.
“I wasn’t?—”
Rose’s eyes flash. “You weren’t what? Going to finish what you started?”
“Not now,” I tell Rose, stepping away so her hands drop. “Go and find one of the other men. They will take care of you.”
“I want you?—”
“Rose,” I warn in a low tone.
The women love me. I let them sleep in my bed, and when I’m in the mood, I might even cuddle.
But right now, I’m not playing around.
It’s been so long since I had something to fight for.
Not for my MC.
Not for my brothers.
My own fight.
And this time, I have my own family on the line.
“Please, don’t stop on my account,” Atiana snaps, her gaze dropping to the snacks in my hands. She steps forward to grab them from me. “I’ll just go parent while you fuck around. It’s just like I thought it would be.”
She then turns her back and walks away.
Motherfucker.
ATIANA
Okay, I’m an asshole.
A jealous asshole.
I can’t even blame women for wanting him.
I see the appeal. Hunter has always been that guy. The fun, good-time guy. The sexy one. The one who knows how to ruin you with good sex, incredible foreplay, and by making you feel like the only woman in the world. The one who makes you feel so fucking comfortable that you can just be yourself. He never judges, just rolls with the flow with a smirk on his handsome face.
Nine years ago, I bought it hook, line, and sinker. Hunter could be a dick, sure. But when he chose not to be and gave you his attention, he gave all of himself, and nothing felt better.
Hunter has been living his best life here at the clubhouse, of that I have no doubt. There’s nothing he loves more than sex, and he knows how to worship a woman’s body. And that was before he had years of experience. That was when my body was the only one he knew.
Hunter, or Lore as I should call him now, always took his time with me and made me feel like the sexiest woman alive.
He was affectionate, loving, and downright dirty.
He was also a heartbreaker.
I know that firsthand.
Trent’s fists hurt less than Lore’s type of pain, and I have no intention of putting myself in that position again.
But seeing him with that woman in the hallway.
Yeah, that hurt.
