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I wondered what his hands would do to me. Or his mouth. Or his...

  I shook myself mentally and focused on where I was walking. It was a nice quiet day. In fact, they were all nice quiet days. Even quieter than things had been before Hunter moved next door.

  Gran said there was something about having him around that made the rest of the neighborhood behave a little better.

  If that was true then maybe I was being too hard on him. He might have some redeemable qualities after all. Other than the fact that he clearly wanted to go hard on me.

  Jesus, what was wrong with me? Even my thoughts were full of innuendo!

  Get a grip girl. He's just forbidden fruit.

  There's a reason they call them bad boys you know.

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  Hunter

  I put the cap back on the oil gauge, which I'd checked for the tenth time this month. I loved my ride but this was getting ridiculous. All the same, I had my reasons for the overzealous maintenance.

  Hell, I needed a reason for hanging around in my front yard.

  It was just an excuse to see her. The brazen hussy who had somehow wiggled her tight little ass under my skin. I hadn't stopped thinking about her since that day in the kitchen.

  Not for an instant. I was sporting ten boners a day. That had to be a record at my age. And I hadn't hung out with any of the club girls either. I knew they wouldn't be able to scratch this particular, giant, itch.

  Only Callie could.

  So I worked on my bike. And my other bike. And I did maintenance to the front of the house.

  It's not like I could just sit out front in a lawn chair with a beer and a bag of popcorn, waiting for Callie to come out and put on a show.

  I grinned. It wasn't such a bad idea actually. I wondered what little Miss short shorts would say about that. Probably a lot. Callie was very sure of her own opinions among other things. I had figuring out a lot about her over the past ten days.

  First of all, she had at least three pairs of those tiny little denim cut offs. I knew. I was counting them.

  I wasn't a religious man but I thanked God every day this week that it was still so unseasonably warm out.

  Callie definitely did not have a boyfriend either. Nobody who was that pent up was getting laid. I liked that about her. I liked it a lot.

  I'd be more than happy to help her unwind.

  It took less than 24 hours after meeting her for me to give in and stop fighting the insane attraction I felt for my prissy little neighbor.

  Prissy, uptight and priggish.

  Damn though, the girl was fine.

  And come hell or high water, she was going to be mine.

  I waited under the bike long enough for her to swish back this way. I wanted to have a second look. She was wearing a different t-shirt today. This one was really old and worn in, making it nearly see through. Probably hadn't done laundry in a while, what with the big test she was studying for.

  She was a hard ass worker, there was no doubt about that.

  I felt my mouth go dry, thinking about how soft that shirt must be. I'd love to get my hands on it. To feel her luscious tits through the shirt, maybe tease her a little before I slowly lifted it over her head.

  "Hunter!"

  I sat up sharply, banging my head on the underside of the bike.

  My sweet neighbor Ellie was on her stoop waving something at me. Breakfast it looked like. I grinned and waved her over. I couldn't stand up at the moment without showing off the giant tent in front of my pants.

  I saw Callie run inside from the corner of my eye.

  Damn.

  It was a good thing those muffins weren so good. It was almost worth missing those legs go by.

  Almost.

  Chapter Three

  Callie

  I rubbed my shoulder with one hand and turned pages with the other. Thankfully I'd taken copious notes throughout the years at Nursing School, knowing that this day would come. Two weeks from tomorrow in fact.

  My NCLEX test. Once I passed I would be a licensed RN. The real deal. I could work in a hospital, saving people. Helping. Being useful.

  I stared at the page, letting my mind wander. People would take me seriously as a nurse. And better yet, I'd be able to financially look after myself and Nan.

  I blinked and the world went dark. Really dark. I held up my hand inches from my face and couldn't see even a trace of it.

  "What the?"

  I took a deep breath.

  Don't panic Callie, it's just a blackout.

  Just then a loud sound came from the kitchen. It sounded like someone falling. The whimper that followed set my heart racing.

  "Gran!"

  I was on my feet and running unerringly through the dark house. A soft blue light flashed from the living room. The ancient VCR must have some sort of battery in it. It was literally the only thing I could see in the whole place. Even the streetlights out side were out.

  How utterly useless.

  "Gran?"

  "I'm here. In the kitchen."

  Shit. Gran's voice sounded weak. I forced myself to stay calm, going into nurse mode. I crouched low, feeling around the room until I found Gran on the floor.

  "Are you alright?"

  "I think so. I just- well I can't seem to stand up."

  "Hold on, let me get a flash light."

  "There's one in the drawer next to the stove."

  I rustled around for a few minutes before I felt my hand close around the plastic cylinder. I pressed the button and thank the good lord, it worked.

  "Gran? Oh God Gran."

  My Grandmother was sprawled on the floor. Her face was twisted in pain, even though she was trying to hide it. I ran over to her and quickly did an examination, pressing along her bones and checking her pulse.

  "Does this hurt? What about this?"

  "No- no- ow- yes there."

  "Is it a burning pain or a sharp pain?"

  "Sharp- ow!"

  "Okay, that's good. I think it's a sprain. Nothing is broken, thank God. You okay to get up? I'd like to have another look with you in the chair. Let me do the heavy lifting..."

  I eased Gran into the seat and examined her again.

  "We can't go anywhere in this blackout."

  "We've been getting a lot of them lately."

  I stared at her in the dim light of the flashlight. I was trying to think. I hated the thought that she'd been living like this and not telling me. I knew she hated to make me worry.

  "How long do they usually last?"

  "Anywhere from an hour to three days a couple of years ago."

  I chewed my lip. I couldn't drive around the city with Gran in the dark. It was dangerous. If it was just a sprain she'd probably be alright after a few days anyway.

  "Okay. Let's ice it for fifteen minutes. That's the magic number, anything longer can make it worse. Then I'll wrap it and see if I can find some pain killers."

  "I have tylenol."

  "Hmmm... I'm not sure that's going to cut it. What about candles?"

  "There should be some on the top shelf."

  "Everything okay?"

  I turned to see Hunter standing in the doorway.

  I couldn't help it. My heart leapt at the sight of him.

  Hunter

  Damn, she was a sight for sore eyes. Callie looked beautiful, as usual. But she almost looked happy to see me.

  That was a first.

  I had ridden home as fast as I could when the blackout started. There were already riots starting all over the county. I hadn't liked the thought of Callie here unattended with her Gran.

  I'd already started thinking about her as belonging to me, even if she didn't know it yet. She would though. Soon.

  Very fucking soon.

  I grinned. I was right. Damned if the girl didn't look glad to see me for half a second. Before the disapproving look settled over her face again.

  "Didn't mean to scare yo
u but the door was unlocked. I was worried."

  "It's okay Hunter. I told you that you're always welcome to stop by."

  I smiled at Ellie, choosing to ignore her cranky Granddaughter. Women hated to be ignored. Of course I wasn't really ignoring her, I was just pretending to ignore her.

  I couldn't ignore Callie if I was in a damn coma.

  "So, can I get you ladies anything?"

  "I'm getting some ice for Gran. Maybe you could help us get the candles down? They're on the top shelf."

  I reached up into the cabinet and pulled down the candles. I used my Club zippo to light them, setting them on the kitchen table.

  "You alright, Ellie?"

  "She'll be okay, it's just a sprain. She needs something for the pain though."

  "That I can help you with. Hold on, I'll be right back."

  "Wait- do you want the flashlight?"

  I grinned at Callie. She'd followed me out the door to the street. How sweet.

  "It's okay. I have excellent night vision."

  I could tell by the look on her face that the implications of that were clear. Yes girl, I am talking about that. I ran inside my house and got the stuff, smiling the whole time. Callie sure did shock easily. She was a prissy little thing, but in a weird way, I liked it.

  I'd love to really make her blush one of these days.

  Maybe tonight.

  A full body blush would be quite the sight to see.

  I was back at Eleanor's house in less than five minutes.

  "Here we go ladies. Pain killer."

  The two women stared blankly at the bottle of tequila I'd put on the kitchen table.

  "What? It works, believe me."

  "Gran can't drink excessively."

  "Oh hush child, I'm fine. Hand me a shot glass will you Hunter? In the cabinet over the fridge."

  I grinned and opened the cabinets up again. Sure enough, there was a neat little row of shot glasses behind the wine glasses. I grabbed three.

  Callie's eyes were sharp as ever, scowling at me and Ellie as they gleefully poured out three shots.

  "Gran, I don't think this is a good idea-"

  Bless her heart, the old lady looked up at her Granddaughter with the saddest puppy dog eyes I had ever seen. Oh yeah, I had an allie in Ellie. I had a sneaking suspicion she'd been planning on playing match maker all along.

  "It hurts something awful Callie girl. You don't want that do you?"

  I watched as the girl sighed and shook her head, giving in.

  "No Gran. But I need to stay up and keep an eye on things."

  "Hunter will do that, won't you? He always keeps an eye out. You should relax too."

  "That's right, mam."

  Ellie giggle like a school girl and winked at me. Oh yeah, she was definitely up to something. I smiled. I cared about the old bird, and more than a little.

  "Don't be a stick in the mud Callie. It isn't every day you have an excuse to stop working so hard. You can't study in the dark. Loosen up a little, girl!"

  I watched as Callie joined us at the table, picked up the shot and downed it without a moments hesitation. Then she looked at me straight in the eye. I nearly fell over at the challenge in those eyes. But hell if I wasn't always up for a challenge.

  "Well, aren't you going to keep up?"

  Chapter Four

  Callie

  I lifted the cold beer to my lips. Hunter had gone next door for them after we'd finished half the tequila. Gran was in bed, sleeping soundly. That's where I should be too. But I was having too much fun.

  I was surprised as hell, but Hunter was good company. Better than good, he was great.

  I'd been laughing all night. He kept me on my toes too. We'd been sparring like two people with quick wits but opposite points of view. He wasn't so different from me after all though.

  Hunter had told me about his family, his club, the people who mattered to him. He said he would die for them. Not just his little sister or the Aunts who had raised him. Anyone in his club.

  They weren't just a bunch of criminals it turned out.

  They were his family.

  Oh yeah, the giant biker next door was making me laugh. He was so different from what I'd expected. Right now he was shirtless, at my prompting. He'd rolled up his sleeves to show off his tattoos. First were his ink from the service. He'd served in the Marines, which was pretty impressive. Then a devil with wings. Then something about his mother. I'd wanted to see them all after that.

  That's why I asked him to take his shirt off. He'd been more than happy to oblige me. In fact, he'd looked like a kid on Christmas morning.

  So, yeah, I was busy looking at his tats...

  On his back were the ones that made me squeal with laughter.

  The man had tattoos of his cats. Three of them. With tiny wings and halos.

  Apparently Hunter was... a cat man. A big, burly, beautiful cat man.

  He'd looked a bit offended when I'd started giggling. He did have a heart after all. Not just for his club and family. For kitties.

  "What were their names?"

  "Brass Knuckles, Bealzabub and Zombie Cat."

  I giggled again. Was he kidding? He had a straight face- wait- no there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His lips that were moving closer-

  My eyes lifted to his. I stopped giggling when I saw the heat there. For such cool blue eyes, they were giving off nuclear levels of heat.

  He was going to kiss me. Not all that surprisng. The fact that I wanted him to was the real surprise.

  My eyelids fluttered shut as he slid his arm behind my back, pulling me hard against his chest. At the same moment his lips came crashing down on mine. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It wasn't rough either- just- insistent.

  Demanding.

  In half a second he'd angled his mouth open and his tongue was plunging into my mouth. There was something methodical about the way he was maneuvering me, angling me back on the couch so he could press his body into mine, shifting his hand to my breast at the same time.

  His movements were so deliberate, even though there was an untamed heat behind them...

  Almost as if he'd planned this.

  Until I started to kiss him back.

  That's when he lost all semblance of control.

  Hunter

  I moaned into Callie's mouth, pressing my raging hard on into her belly. I reached down, lifting her leg up and around my hip. There. That's where I wanted to be. Right between those long, sexy legs of hers.

  Unffff... God she felt good.

  I was rocking myself into her as we kissed, feeling as if we'd gone from zero to 200 in sixty seconds. Less.

  Twenty seconds.

  Ten.

  And I was already out of the drivers seat. I'd thought to control this, to manage her until I had her out of her mind with lust for me. Instead we were both panting like we'd been running for miles instead of laying on a couch for a handful of minutes.

  Very, very pleasurable minutes.

  Damn but the girl could kiss!

  A few minutes ago I wasn't sure if I was even going to kiss her. No matter how badly I wanted to, my gut was screaming to stay away. That once I got in, I was never, ever going to be free again. Now I was ready to fuck her on her Grandmother's sofa. Damn couch was short too.

  Oh well, a brave man could face down any adversary.

  Even a tiny pink couch with broken springs.

  I had to tear my mouth away from hers in order to get to more important things.

  Like finally getting my hands on those tits. Those perfect tits that had been driving me nuts for weeks. Seeing her bounce gently in those worn in old t-shirts of hers... well, it was enough to drive a man insane. But now- now I could touch her.

  And taste her too.

  I tugged her shirt up and over her head and pulled the cups away from her breasts. I was as eager as a school boy, staring at the most perfect pair I'd see
n in my life. Including those centerfolds in the magazines under my daddy's dresser.

  I moaned as they popped out, full, rosy tipped with hard nipples just waiting for me to taste them. Hmmmm... Sweet Jesus the woman had glorious tits!

  I growled and lowered my head, sucking the sensitive point into my hot mouth. She cried out in pleasure which only made me desperate for more. My hands moved lower, unzipping those damned jean shorts of hers. If I didn't get inside her soon, I was going to combust.

  But first I wanted to hear her make that noise again. And a lot of other sounds. Squealing, satisfied, feminine sounds.

  I shifted my weight and lowered my mouth to her soft belly, kissing my way down to the soft triangle of curls. She was neat but natural. Just the way I liked it.

  And she smelled sweet and feminine too.

  I liked women who looked like women down there. But this was something else. Callie had a sweet, trim little pussy that I could not wait to get inside of. I showed her my appreciation the best way I could; with my mouth.

  Slowly I slid the sharp point of my tongue up and down her puffy little lips. Hmmmm.... she was already wet. Good. I lay my thumb over her mound and started making small circles on her nub. She was whimpering faster now.

  I grinned and thrust my tongue deep inside her. Damn, the girl was tight! I'd have to go slow when I took her. If I even could get inside.

  I didn't want to rush but we were both frantic now, my tongue pushing in and out of her, preparing her for what was next.

  Fucking.

  A lot of fucking.

  I growled again and picked up the pace, moving my thumb faster now, reaching up to grab a nipple with my other hand. That was it.

  She arched off the couch, her thighs parting as I continued to ravage her sweet pussy with my lips and tongue. Finally she squealed and I pulled back, reaching into my pocket for a condom at the same time. Thank God I'd been hopeful enough to grab one.

  I was wrapped and holding the tip of my cock at her tight slit before she'd stopped shivering with aftershocks.

  I stared down at the bossy beauty beneath me, making sure she was still conscious. She blinked up at me and smiled. That was all the permission I needed.