Hunter clenched his jaw and he all but growled at the other man. He could do nothing but stand and watch as behind Reece, Isobel hurried to the back door of the bar, opened it, and disappeared inside.
“Fuck,” Hunter shouted, turning and slamming an open palm on the brick wall.
“You better not have hurt her. If you hurt so much as a hair on her head, I swear we’ll make you regret the day you were born.”
Hunter swung back around toward the other man. He’d had dinner with Xavier’s men a few times out at the ranch. All he remembered about Reece was that he’d seemed like a good-natured guy. He gave zero fucks about the fact now. He wasn’t going to put up with anyone insinuating that he was the kind of guy to hurt women.
The fact that Isobel had left him just as coldly as Janine did after sex might have him feeling dangerous but it was nothing he’d ever take out on a woman.
Reece, however. He was fair fucking game.
“You’re going to want to walk away now.” Hunter’s voice was low. “Without another word.”
Reece kept glaring back. “Isobel’s the sister Jeremiah and I never had. And nothing in the world’s more important to us than family. You keep that in mind.”
With that he turned and headed back inside the bar.
As soon as the door slammed behind him, Hunter yanked his phone out of his pocket. A few taps later, he had the phone against his ear.
He felt punched in the guts all over again when he heard her voice. “This is Janine. I’m not around right now…”
Chapter 13
ISOBEL
Isobel called in sick to work the next day.
Cowardly? Yes. But could she face Hunter after what happened last night? That would be a big fat no.
Besides, it was a Saturday and ‘work’ only meant being on call for emergencies so it wasn’t like there were normal clinic hours she was shirking. She just couldn’t handle being closed up in that truck cab with Hunter for hours on end today. Tomorrow was her day off and by Monday she’d have her shit together enough to deal with him again.
God, why had she given in to Hunter last night when he’d kissed her? She still didn’t understand what the hell she’d been doing.
She hated him.
He was a jerk.
But the sex was so hot.
She’d heard about hate sex but had certainly never experienced it before. And there was no changing it now. So, yes, they’d had amazing, earth-shattering sex. The kind of sex that changed your entire view on life. Just like that first night.
But so what? And so what if she’d been completely shameless and slutty beyond all imagination while they were at it. Her face fired red when she thought about some of the things she’d asked him to do.
She’d never in her life asked a partner to do those things to her before. Sure, she’d fantasized about them plenty when she got herself off but actually voicing them out loud…
And yet somehow with Hunter, the last person on earth she should trust with her deepest, darkest desires, everything had just popped right out of her mouth.
She shoved her face in her pillow and squeezed her legs together.
She’d read that some people were genetically predisposed to addictive behaviors. Maybe she was just exchanging one obsession for another. Instead of a food addict, she’d become a nymphomaniac. Which meant Catrina was right and her DNA was predetermined to screw her over whether it came to food or sex…
God, she certainly wasn’t thinking about food. No, ever since she’d gotten home last night all she could do was replay every moment of the sweaty, dirty fuck up against the back of the bar. She’d masturbated herself to sleep last night.
Then this morning, she woke up just as horny. Still, touching herself was nothing to the fullness of Hunter’s thick cock filling her up. She squeezed her legs together.
She’d go nuts if she laid here in bed obsessing about this all day. She hauled herself to a sitting position and then swung her legs over the side of the bed.
She got dressed and combed her hair back into a ponytail. She’d showered when she got home to get rid of Hunter’s scent last night.