I blush with embarrassment. I should have noticed when I spoke to her that she looked a little hot. I didn’t even think about the water. “Yes, please. That would be lovely.”
He places his large hand on my shoulder and gives it a little squeeze before heading toward the house. “I will grab you one, too.”
I find myself left alone to stare at the other partygoers and bikers. Each one is dressed in jeans and leather cut with different patches. I wonder if they all mean something different.
“Damn, that is the second time he has left you alone while here.” A female voice comes from my left, and I turn to see who it is.
Sam walks in my direction with a light smile and holds out a beer toward me. I shake my head. “No, thank you. Hunter is going to grab me a water.”
She shrugs and downs the rest of her beer, starting on the new one. “Suit yourself.”
We stand side by side as the kids run around us, and the music blares from somewhere off to the side. Men and women all dance and drink, and then there is me… I don’t look like any of these women. Each one is beautiful in their own right, with theirlong, wavy hair and perfect faces. Let’s not forget their perfect hourglass bodies.
I don’t really fit in with this crowd. I definitely don’t look like any of these other women.
“God, his arms look fantastic right now.” Sam groans and hits my shoulder. “Don’t you think?” She points to the right of the bonfire, and I follow her finger.
Her husband—Xavier, is chopping some wood to add to the fire. Each swing of the ax has his muscles rippling with each hit. I have to admit that his arms do, in fact, look very nice.
I nod and smile. “Yes, they do.”
She looks around and raises her brow. “Speaking of nice arms. Where is Hunter?”
I look around as well and don’t find him. “He must still be grabbing the water. I’ll go check on him.”
Chapter 31
Hunter
I lean down and grab the water bottles from the drawer at the bottom of the fridge. It’s a miracle there is water in this fridge at all. When I shut the door and turn around, Candace leans against the island with her breasts on full display. When she sees me glance down at them, a smirk forms on her face, and she walks toward me.
I let out a breath, already knowing where this is going. She trails her finger down the center of my chest and hooks my vest in her grimy grip. “Hey, sugar,” she whines. “When are you going to have fun with me?”
I shake my head. “Never.”
“But why? You know I'd treat you to a good time.” She tilts her head.
“I’m sure you would. You have had a lot of practice.”
She takes a step backward and scoffs. “What are you trying to say?”
I start toward the door, but she grabs my vest again, and I stop to look at her. I let out a deep breath. “Candace, you know exactly what I mean. This is not a surprise to you that I don’t want to play. I have never wanted to play, and it is for good reason. I’m sure you make all the other men around here happy enough. But you just aren’t for me.”
She leans back and goes to smack me in the face, but I dodge her hand in the nick of time. This only makes her madder, and she attempts to do it again. “Candace,” I growl. “Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”
She points her finger at me. “You called me a fucking whore, Hunter. And the worst part is, I know the only reason you don’t want me is because of that fat bitch you brought with you.”
A gasp comes from behind me, and I turn to see Blake standing in the doorway. She looks stricken. Her gaze goes from Candace to me, and then she rushes back out the door.
Red-hot rage burns my core as I turn back toward Candace, and she takes a step back. “Who the actual fuck do you think you are? You think you get to come in here intomyfucking clubhouse and treat my guests any way you like?” I take a step toward her. “This is not your home, house mouse. Your only fucking role is to suck whoever's balls dry and to clean up after them. Other than that, you can keep your fucking mouth shut.”
Tears trail down her face as I rush for the door. I have to make sure Blake is okay. I see her black hair heading toward her car at a brisk pace, and I call after her. “Crash!”
She doesn’t even slow down before turning behind her vehicle out of sight. My yelling across the yard has gained us attention. But when I give them all an eat shit and die look, everyone turns back to what they were doing.
I find Blake crouched down with her head in her hands as her body visibility shakes from sobbing.
Fuck.
