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  “Me?” Levi asked incredulously. “I didn’t undress you.” Hunter looked around the room. He was in one of the rooms upstairs in the Skulls’ clubhouse. He’d used it before with one or maybe four of the club girls. The only furniture in the room was a bed, a chair, and a nightstand. Hunter didn’t see his clothes anywhere. He stood up and Levi groaned again. “Can you cover that shit up?”

  Hunter grinned, and then he winced. The movement of his face made his head throb and he suddenly realized he was light-headed too. He fought through it, tired of the biker nursemaids, and said, “Jealous?”

  Levi chuckled. “Not hardly. Your clothes aren’t here though. Dax didn’t want you getting up and leaving, so he had the girls take them to wash.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “Nope. Doc said you shouldn’t ride for at least forty-eight hours and you should stay on bed rest. I guess Dax knew you’d be stubborn about that.”

  “Stubborn my ass. Give me your clothes.” Levi was several inches taller than Hunter and his muscles were lean where Hunter’s were bulky. There was no way Levi’s clothes would fit him, but they’d be better than nothing. Levi looked at him like he was crazy.

  “No offense, Hunter, but fuck that.” Hunter growled and pulled the afghan off the top of the bed. Wrapping up in that, he headed for the door. “I can see your ass through the holes in that,” Levi chuckled.

  “Keep looking, pervert.” Hunter headed out into the hallway and for the stairs. He could hear Levi following him and was halfway down the stairs when he heard the message tone on Levi’s phone. “You texted Dax, didn’t you?”

  “Yep.”

  “You told on me? Big, badass, tattling biker.”

  Levi laughed again, “You got beat up by a girl.”

  “Fuck you.”

  Levi kept laughing and Hunter kept going. He took the stairs down to the great room, and of course, it was packed with bikers and their old ladies and club girls. Doesn’t anyone in this fucking place have a job? He ignored their stares and the little voice in his head telling him that they’d just started to accept him as part of the club and now they were staring at his naked ass through holes in an afghan. He walked over to Dax’s office and knocked hard on the door.

  “Yup.”

  He pushed the door open and Dax didn’t bother trying to suppress his smile. Old Hawk, asshole that he was, laughed outright, and loudly. Hunter ignored him and addressed Dax. “I need my clothes. I have to get back to work.”

  “Doc said forty-eight hours, Hunter.”

  “Larry’s trail will be cold by then.”

  Dax lost his battle with the smile and said, “I’m pretty sure it got cold when that girl hit you in the head with a pipe.”

  “I never should have told you assholes it was a girl.”

  “You had no choice, you were talking about her while you slept. Look, Hunter, I just don’t want you taking off on your bike and passing out and ending up dead. You need rest. I’ve already got guys out asking questions about Larry and trying to find out about his family.”

  “Asshole wasn’t supposed to have any family. At least that’s what we had in our files.”

  “Well, if he does, we’ll weed them out. Especially if that girl is as hot as you’ve been going on about while you were talking in your sleep.”

  Hunter groaned. “She could have been ugly as sin and as fat as a Sumo wrestler for all I remember,” he lied. He couldn’t get her face out of his head, and it was beautiful.

  “David sent Vice over to the bar.”

  “Fuck, why did he do that?”

  Dax raised an eyebrow. “Because some of those girls working upstairs were underage.” Hunter knew Dax had a thing about kids being exploited. Not that he didn’t have a problem with it, but someday he’d like to find out exactly why Dax had appointed himself keeper of the sanctity of childhood.

  “Well, hell, now I’ll never find the son of a bitch again. That place was my only lead.”

  “The detective in charge is a good friend of David’s and Angel’s. He promised he’d do his best to get anything he could out of them about Larry and pass it on to us. So, what you need to do now is relax, heal, and be ready to grab him as soon as we have a location. At the very least, maybe they can find the woman who knocked you out.”

  Hunter rolled his eyes. “Ambushed me,” he said.

  Dax chuckled. “Yeah, okay. Anyways, how about I set you up with a computer and whatever else you need to work from here at least for another day?”

  “I’ll have to talk to Chase. I’m sure he’s pissed.”

  “I talked to him just about an hour ago. He was his asshole self, but when I told him that we were helping look for Larry, he chilled out a bit. I let him know you were under doctor’s orders to take the next twenty-four hours off.”

  “Fuck.” Hunter sighed. Chase wasn’t stupid enough to piss off Dax Marshall, but he knew that he’d still hear it as soon as his cousin got ahold of him. Maybe a twenty-four-hour staycation wouldn’t be so bad. “Okay, I’ll take a laptop and my phone.” Dax nodded and motioned at Levi. Levi pulled the phone out of his pocket and handed it to Hunter. Hunter grimaced when he looked at it and saw five missed calls and a handful of text messages from Chase. With another sigh he said, “Can I get some clothes or do I have to work on the laptop naked?”

  With a deep, raspy, smoker’s laugh Hawk said, “Oh, hell nah!”

  “Shut the fuck up, old man.” Hunter glared at him. He really didn’t like the old guy and he wondered why Dax kept him around. Hunter had heard all the stories and he knew that if Dax Marshall didn’t like you, you either got a boot in the ass, or you disappeared, depending on how badly you’d pissed him off. Why the hell he hadn’t done either with Hawk was beyond him.

  Hawk flipped him off and Dax shot the old man a warning look, and then turning back to Hunter he said, “I’ll have one of the girls bring your clothes up to you.” Dax looked at Levi then, who was still standing in the doorway. “Can you get him one of the laptops from the basement?”

  “Sure. You picky about brand names?” Levi asked Hunter.

  “What the fuck you got down there, Best Buy?” Levi grinned and cocked an eyebrow. Hunter shook his head. “Whatever is fine, as long as I can get online.”

  Ten minutes later, he was back in the room upstairs with a laptop. Levi had just left when there was a knock on the door. Hunter opened it to Gigi. She was a five-foot-two, platinum blonde with a size DD chest that made him wonder how she didn’t topple over. It also made her one of the Skulls’ most popular porn stars. “Hey, Hunter,” she said in a seductive voice. “I heard you were asking for clothes—that’s new.”

  Hunter grinned. He had sampled those DDs more than once. Now that he knew he was grounded for at least a day, he was thinking about doing it again. “You want to come in and spend some time with me before I put them back on?” he asked her.

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “I’m up for whatever you’re in the mood for, Gigi.”

  “Well, I have to leave for a shoot in half an hour, so I don’t have much time.”

  Gigi was an aspiring actress, or at least that’s what she told people. She’d come to the club on the arm of one of the nomads who passed through and she’d gotten a job with the club in their porn business. She claimed it was just until she made enough money to go out to California and “go legit,” but Hunter got the feeling she enjoyed her work…a lot. He was enjoying the tight shirt she was wearing and the way her tits were spilling over the top. She had a short little leather skirt on with it that came to the top of her thighs and barely covered what he knew to be a sweet, sexy little pussy. His headache was all but gone just thinking about it. He’d often wished that he could bottle the female flesh. It was a cure for everything that ailed and if he could package it, he could make a fortune.

  “I’d love to help you rehearse,” he said with a grin.

  Gigi stepped into the room and closed the do
or behind her. “In today’s scene I’m a housewife who’s caught in nothing but her robe by the cable guy…I’m sure you can imagine the rest…”

  3

  Hunter could absolutely imagine it. He loved fantasy sex and Gigi knew him well enough by then to know it. She tossed her long hair over her shoulder and said, “I’m sorry I took so long to get to the door. I just got out of the shower.”

  Hunter ran his eyes over her and pictured her with wet hair and a big, fluffy towel wrapped around her. He licked his lips and said, “That’s okay, miss. If you can just show me to the room where we’re hooking up the cable, I’ll get started.”

  Gigi batted her long, dark eyelashes at him and said, “Right this way, in the bedroom. My husband loves to watch television in bed.”

  Shit, Hunter thought. That had to be fantasy. No fucking way any straight man would watch TV while she was in bed with him. “Oh, yeah,” he said, back in fantasy mode. “What does he like to watch?”

  She looked up at him and smiled seductively. “He likes porn. He loves it, as a matter of fact. He even likes to watch me, with other men.”

  Hunter was beginning to see the scene unfold in his dirty mind. The cable guy is getting it on with the hot, big-chested housewife and husband is standing in the doorway watching…he’d seen the scenario in movies himself, many times. An old story, that never got old. In character again, he cleared his throat and tried to sound embarrassed as he said, “Oh…that’s…interesting.”

  Gigi strutted over to the blank wall of the bedroom and said, “Here we are. If you could hook up this TV, please.”

  “Hmm, it looks like this TV is mounted wrong. Shouldn’t it be pointed toward the bed?”

  Gigi went for wide-eyed innocence, but nothing about her said anything but sex to Hunter. “I thought it was, but it looks like you’re right. Would you mind adjusting the wall mount for me too?”

  “Not at all, miss. Maybe you could go lie on the bed, where your husband will be when he watches, and make sure it’s pointed in the right direction?”

  She smiled. “Of course.” Hunter pretended to look up at the imaginary TV, giving her enough time to get to the bed. He reached up and pretended to adjust it and over his shoulder he said:

  “How’s that?”

  “Hmm,” she said. “I’m not sure. My husband always says I have a crooked eye. Maybe you could come lie with me and see what you think. A man’s perspective.”

  Hunter turned toward her then. She’d taken off her shirt and her skirt and was lying on the bed in only her red lace bra and a tiny little red lace thong. She patted the spot next her on the bed. Hunter’s cock lurched against the afghan he was still wrapped up in as he approached her. He sat down on the bed, inches from her nearly naked body, and tried to keep up the fantasy. Looking up at the wall he said, “I think that’s about right.”

  “Oh, no!” Gigi squeaked. Hunter looked at her and she once again tried to give him an innocent, sweet look. “I’m so embarrassed I left that out.”

  Hunter had an idea of where she was going so he said, “That’s okay, miss, it happens all the time.”

  “Really?” She sat up next to him and if it wasn’t his imagination, he could smell her arousal. “People always leave their dildos just lying around where you can see them?”

  “Pretty often,” he said.

  “Do you ever picture watching them…the people who leave the toys lying around?”

  He tried to sound embarrassed as he said, “Sure…sometimes….”

  “Well, I don’t normally just leave them out like that…but the gardener was here this morning and I happened to be looking out the window when he pulled his shirt off. He’s barely legal, but damn if he’s not yummy.” Hunter smiled and she said, “Oh, listen to me. You must think I’m an awful slut.”

  “Not at all. So, after he took off his shirt, you got out your toy?”

  She smiled wickedly and moved over to the edge of the bed. “Mm-hmm. I sat right here. See how you can see out the window?” Hunter nodded. There was no window, they were facing the door, but his cock was rock hard, and he didn’t want her to stop. “I watched his muscles flex as he pushed the mower and got all sweaty and while I was watching him, I just ran the dildo up and down slowly between my legs…like this.” She used her fingers to glide across the tiny scrap of material covering her pussy lips. “I imagined it was his thick fingers and then I did something deliciously sinful…I slipped it under my panties and touched my pussy with it. The window was open just a crack and when I cried out, he heard me.”

  “What did he do?”

  “He turned toward me and pretended to prune the bush next to the window. It got me so hot knowing he was watching me, so I started pushing the dildo in and out of my pussy…” Hunter couldn’t take it any longer. He pushed his hand down in those panties and found her soaking-wet entrance.

  “Like this?” he asked as he let one finger slide up into her. Gigi moaned, threw her head back with her eyes closed and spread her legs wider.

  “Just like that, only harder…and the dildo was thicker…” Hunter slid down in front of her and took her panties off. Then he stood up and took his raging erection in his hand and said:

  “Thick, like this?”

  Gigi opened her eyes and licked her lips. “Just like that.” Hunter pressed the head of it into her lips and she opened them and let him slide into her mouth. Gigi was an expert cocksucker, and Hunter forgot the game and everything else as she went to town, sucking and licking him from shaft to tip. She did this thing where she swirled her tongue around while applying pressure with her lips. It made him want to come every time, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. Reluctantly he pushed her back slightly so that his cock popped out of her mouth and he knelt back down in front of her. The smell of that wet pussy was making him want a taste. He put his face between her legs and licked all around the outer lips. Gigi put her legs up on his shoulders and used her hands to push his face in deeper. Hunter ran his tongue up and down between her lips and then, finding her clit with his tongue, he began to suck and nibble on it. Gigi was panting and moaning. Hunter never knew if she was acting, or really that into it, but when he suddenly felt a rush of warm juices all over his lips, tongue, and chin, he knew she couldn’t be faking that.

  He gently took her legs off his shoulders and stood up. She was looking up at him with big, round brown eyes and still trying to catch her breath. “Stand up and face away from me,” he told her. Gigi did as he asked, and Hunter pressed his lips to her ear and said, “Keep pretending that window is there, and he’s watching us.”

  Hunter ground his hips into her round, bare ass and then slid his hands up and grabbed two handfuls of those massive breasts. Gigi moaned again as he played with them, tweaking the nipples and massaging all that hot flesh. Then he slid his hands down her stomach and found her pussy again. She leaned her head back into his shoulder as he put two fingers up inside of her and began to move them in and out. Gigi’s legs were open wide, and Hunter whispered, “Can the gardener see?”

  “Oh, yeah, he’s stroking his big cock now, watching us.”

  “Mm, I guess it’s time to give him a real show. Don’t move.” Hunter left her in that spot and went over to the bag she’d brought his clothes in. Thankfully, his wallet was right on top and he pulled out a condom, opened it, and rolled it on. Going back over to her he said, “What’s he doing now?”

  In a breathless voice she said, “He’s stroking his cock with one hand and playing with his balls with the other.”

  “Where are his eyes?”

  “Moving between my tits and my pussy.”

  Hunter pressed on her back and bent her forward and then he stepped behind her and positioned his cock between her legs. As he entered her, he used one hand to grab her long, platinum hair and pull her head up. “Look, Gigi, stop thinking about that gardener and think about all the men in the audience of one of your movies with their hard cocks in their hands. Picture them, strokin
g it and watching you, lusting after you…” She groaned and Hunter felt the muscles of her pussy contract around him. She loved the attention, and Hunter loved how wet and excited the thought of it was making her.

  Gigi pushed back against him and Hunter pulled back, sliding all the way out before slamming it back into her. He was done playing. He fucked her like an animal in heat, slamming into her over and over while the whole time she was probably still picturing all those other men watching her. He felt her pussy spasm again and she cried out loudly as she came. Hunter kept fucking her, hard and fast, until he felt a massive orgasm approaching and then he said, “You like knowing men are watching you, don’t you, Gigi?”

  “Yes!”

  “It makes you wet?”

  “Yes!”

  “Have you ever done a live show?”

  She hesitated and then she said, “Once, in Mexico. I played with my pussy for over an hour and watched at least fifty guys get off as I did.”

  “Fuck, that’s hot. Then what?”

  “Then I got to pick one to finish me off.”

  Hunter grunted out a laugh. “Just one, Gigi?”

  She giggled, still breathless. “You’re so bad.”

  “How bad were you?”

  “I fucked three of them, in front of everyone else.” Hunter came then and it almost rocked him to his knees. Fuck, he loved that fantasy shit…although, he was pretty sure that Gigi was telling the truth.

  4

  Hunter was using the laptop that Levi brought him a few hours after Gigi left, and drifting in and out of sleep when his phone rang. He groaned when he saw that it was Chase, but he put it to his ear and said, “Hey, cuz. I’m sorry about…”

  “No time to be sorry. I found the girl.”

  “The girl?”