Devil’s Game (Reapers MC #3)(45)
Author: Joanna Wylde

He shook his head slowly.

“No, I just figured tomorrow you’ll wish there were fewer witnesses who saw this,” he said. “I’ll bet you’re gonna have a hell of a headache, too. Let’s get some water, maybe some Advil. Then we can talk, okay?”

“Fuck talking. I saw her, dickwad.”

“Who?”

I cocked my head and sneered. Did he really think he could fool me?

“I saw you with your girlfriend like two minutes ago, Liam. You kissed her, for f**k’s sake. Don’t pretend you’re trying to do anything more than use me.”

“Jealous?” he asked, a slow, sexy grin stealing across his face.

“Don’t smile at her, ass**le,” Kit said from behind me. Like always, she had my back and I felt a rush of love for her. At least one person would always be on my side.

“Babe, that girl was my sister,” Liam said carefully, his voice almost gentle. “Kelsey. Trust me, she’s not interested in me like that.”

I froze.

“Your sister?” I asked, the fog in my head clearing enough to realize that I might have stepped over the line . . . “You told me you didn’t have any family, that you grew up in foster care.”

“She’s my foster sister,” he said. Shit. I felt like a complete bitch. “We’ve been together for more than ten years, I practically raised her.”

“I saw how she looked at you,” Kit snarled. “That’s not a sisterly kind of look.”

“You want to say that a little louder?” a new voice demanded, and I looked over to find the redhead in question glaring at us, hands on her hips. “Because it sounds like you were saying I want to f**k my brother. That’s pretty nasty, even coming from a skank like you.”

Kit bristled like a porcupine, and for a second I thought she might launch herself across the porch, hissing and spitting.

“Drop it, Kels,” Hunter said, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. “This is Em, and that’s her sister. Trust me, I’m happy she’s jealous of you. Means she still gives a shit.”

“I do not give a shit,” I muttered, and Hunter laughed.

“This bitch tied you in knots—” Kelsey started to say, but Hunter cut her off.

“Drop it. Put away your claws, because I’m just thankful she’s here.”

Kit snarled, and I stepped quickly between her and Kelsey. Wait. Wasn’t this supposed to be my dramatic scene? Ughh . . .

“This is between me and Hunter,” I told Kit. “I appreciate the support, but you need to back off.”

“Christ,” Kit muttered, turning away and running a hand through her hair. “I need a beer.”

Kelsey narrowed her eyes at her. Hunter put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed just a little tighter than what looked comfortable.

“Play. Nice.”

“You can come out back, we have a keg,” she choked after a long pause, her tone still hostile. “Let dumbass talk to his precious Em, maybe he’ll stop moping around. I’m seriously tired of his shit.”

She turned and stalked back into the house. Kit caught my eye.

You okay? she mouthed. I shrugged, which she took as a yes. I wasn’t sure if I was okay or not, but I figured I wouldn’t make any progress fighting on the porch with this Kelsey chick.

“Look, let’s go get some coffee or something,” Hunter said. “There’s a diner a few blocks from here. Then I’ll take you home.”

“No, let’s stay. I need another drink.”

I turned toward the house, but he caught my arm.

“I don’t want you inside.”

“Why not?” I asked. “You can’t tell me it isn’t safe. You let your sister go inside.”

“It’s safe enough,” he replied reasonably. “But there’s shit in there I don’t want you exposed to.”

“My dad is the president of an MC,” I snapped. “Or have you forgotten? Because if I remember correctly, it’s why you got in touch with me in the first place. I’ve been exposed to plenty in my life.”

Hunter sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It’d gotten longer since I’d seen him. Unfortunately, I remembered exactly what it felt like to run my fingers through that hair.

Lust hit me, and I bit the inside of my cheek. Goddammit. Why did he have to be so beautiful?

“Trust me, I haven’t forgotten who you are,” he said. “Would make my life a hell of a lot easier if you were nobody. I’d just f**k you and get it over with.”

CHAPTER TEN

I stared at him, stunned.

“I know guys think things like that,” I said slowly. “But you do realize you’re not supposed to say them out loud, right?”

He sighed.

“Em, I really like you. We covered that. I like you enough not to play games, okay? That means I’m not gonna feed you any romantic bullshit.”

Huh. Wasn’t sure how to take that. On the one hand, I didn’t want him lying to me. On the other, I didn’t like the honesty, either. Made it too hard to pretend that this wasn’t completely insane.

“So let’s lay it all out,” I said. “You want to f**k me, but you don’t care about me. I want to f**k you, but trust me, every time you open your mouth, I care about you less.”

“Pretty much,” he muttered.

“We should do it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Let’s do it,” I said, warming to the idea. “Fuck. Screw. Boink. I know you’re good at it, and it’s about time I got it over with. Let’s go in there and have at it. Like ripping off a Band-Aid.”

I smiled up at him brightly, pleased with myself. It was a brilliant plan.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he said, closing his eyes. “Un-fucking-real. Em, we need to get you home. Now.”

“You’re turning me down?” I asked, raising my brows. “Because you seemed pretty ready to go for it at the bar, and you sure as shit weren’t faking it when you had me cuffed to the bed. Pretty certain I didn’t imagine that part.”

“Yeah, Em. I’m turning you down.”

“Well, f**k you, ass**le. Oh wait, we’re not doing that, are we?” I said peevishly, looking past him. The front door had opened, and I could see girls dancing inside. Some of them weren’t wearing much in the way of clothing. Interesting. “If you’re gonna be boring, I’ll just go check out the party.”