Hunter

Chapter 1-3

Matty jumped up, distracting Van from pretending not to notice the hot biker.

“Dude, there’s Heather. I’ll be right back.” Winking, Matty strutted over to his soon-to-be-latest conquest.

Man, that guy could get laid anywhere. Van watched as Matty flirted with Heather until he heard a light growl from the stool next to him. Turning slowly on his seat, Van couldn’t help but look at the badass next to him. So close. He noticed the guy’s rugged face, the very manly and sexy dark blue eyes, and the hint of a five o’clock shadow darkening his jaw. Those eyes pierced Van’s, and it almost felt like the biker looked into his soul.

“Hey, Van, you want another beer, dude?” Charlie, the bartender, motioned at his glass.

Breaking eye contact with the hottie, Van nodded and noticed the s*x god’s beer was close to empty. He grew some balls. “Get one for him, too.”

“Another beer, bro?” Charlie asked.

“Whatever he’s having is fine,”

Clearing his throat, Van said, “Hey, Van Madson,” as he reached over to shake the stranger’s hand. When he clasped the hottie’s hand, Van felt a jolt of electricity flow through him, leaving him light-headed and his heart pounding.

“Hunter Jones,” the stranger growled.

Neither Van, nor Hunter, noticed when Charlie put their beers down. They just stared into each other’s eyes, both hypnotized.

Charlie winked. “I’ll put it on your tab,” he told Van. He walked away, shaking his head and snickering.

Realizing they were attracting stares, Van cleared his throat. “Nice bike. It’s a Harley Rebel, right?”

Smiling slightly, Hunter looked impressed by raising an eyebrow, then answered, “Yeah, man, it’s a classic. Most people don’t know it.”

Van leaned closer to Hunter when the football game came on and the rivals screamed at the TV. “Yeah, well, I have a thing for bikes,” he flirted, smiling shyly into Hunter’s eyes.

Hunter winked. “Only bikes?”

Chuckling softly, Van took a long gulp from his beer. He wanted to keep the flirt going with this guy, but he didn’t want the guy to get the wrong idea and think he just wanted to get laid. Well, he did, but he didn’t want to get f****d within the first two minutes of meeting the sexy stranger, even though his d**k grew hard thinking about it. He suddenly felt something…different. It was there, a pulse or a current between them that was hard to ignore. Frankly, he didn’t think he wanted to ignore it.

“Uh, so you’re just passing through?” Van moved his barstool slightly closer to Hunter’s to get another sniff of this guy’s natural, outdoorsy smell. God, the guy was gonna think he was a freak for sniffing him, but damn if he could help it.

“Hunter!”

Van turned to see who was yelling for Hunter, only to see the big guy Hunter had been standing by outside.

“Come here, Hunt. There’s someone I’d like you to meet,” the guy yelled, motioning to Hunter from across the bar.

Hunter waved his hand in acknowledgment and looked sheepishly at Van. “Sorry, Van. I’m here on some business. Mind if I come find you later?” he asked as he looked deeply into Van’s eyes and all but begged him to say yes.

“Yeah, I’ll be around for a while,” Van replied, staring at Hunter.

Hunter stood to go, but it seemed to Van that something held him back. He had the feeling this guy didn’t want to let him out of his sight. The look Hunter gave Van was possessive. It should have freaked Van out, but Van felt just as possessive. If they parted company now, the connection would be lost.

Jesus, Van, you just met the guy!

“On second thought, let’s get outta here, go for a ride.” Giving Van a sexy smirk, Hunter waved at his buddy across the room. “Rowdy, man, I’ll be back.” Before Rowdy could answer, Hunter grabbed Van’s arm, pulling him toward the exit.

“Van, where you going?” Matty shouted from the pool tables.

“Going for a ride. I’ll be back.” Van smiled at Matty, waving his hand in a salute.

“A ride, huh?” Matty shouted, winking at Van. “No worries, man. I got my own ride…umm, home,” he said, gesturing to his night’s entertainment. “See ya at home.”

Van didn’t get embarrassed easily, but holy s**t! He could feel his face burning when the whole place quieted and looked at him. Of course, Hunter just laughed and pulled faster.