“Call this my treat,” he said.

Harlow looked up. “I can pay for my own food.”

“And what kind of brother would I be if I didn’t look out for you?” he asked.

“You’re not my brother.”

“That’s true. There’s no way I could be a brother with what I want to do to you.” He stared her in the eyes, but knew her cheeks had gone a delightful shade of red. She looked stunning.

He pulled out his wallet and slid enough money to pay for their food, as well as a tip. Even though he’d rejected the waitress this time, it would stop her from spitting in his food the next, especially if he was a good tipper.

Harlow sighed and got to her feet. “I’ve got to get back to work.”

Hunter intended to finish his burger.

“Do you see me as a brother?” Hunter asked.

He knew he should let her leave. Harlow was doing the smart thing in putting some distance between them, while he was doing the fucking dumb thing of making her stick around.

Picking up his burger, he took another bite. He was starving, and he knew he wasn’t just hungry for food, but for the gorgeous brunette in front of him.

The question did the trick, as she slowly lowered back down in her chair. He knew people were watching but he also knew they didn’t have a clue what was going on right now. Harlow was Big Dick’s little sister, and part of the club, as was he. No one would question the two of them being together, neither would his club brother.

He was playing by the rules, but if they knew what he was thinking about, there would be bloodshed, he had no doubt about that.

“What?” she asked.

“Do you see me as a brother, because if you do, you need to get yourself … some therapy, because that is no way to kiss a brother.”

He was taunting her on purpose, he just couldn’t help it.

She looked so cute with her red cheeks. The glare she shot his way made his cock hard. He enjoyed her sass. There was no fun in having a doormat in his bed. He had a feeling Harlow would be like fire in his arms. They’d both go up in flames.

“Are you trying to be gross on purpose? Hell, no, I don’t see you as my brother, because you are not my brother.” She folded her arms beneath her chest.

It was a shame it was still winter, because if she’d not been wearing such a thick sweater, he’d be able to see the full curves of her tits. Harlow had a body that was all woman, thick, juicy thighs, large tits, rounded hips. She was a woman who looked like she could take a good fuck and not complain about it hurting.

Some men would say she was on the chunky side, or maybe even fat, but not to him. No, to him, she was all woman, and he didn’t know if that was another reason he couldn’t get her out of his mind.

Harlow was forbidden fruit.

He shouldn’t want her.

He couldn’t have her.

But that didn’t stop him wanting her.

Hunter had a feeling Harlow wanted him as well.

And that meant they both had a problem.

“That’s right,” he said. “Because no brother wants to take his sister, strip her naked, and fuck her until she can’t remember her own name.”

He watched her, and he was surprised to see there didn’t appear to be a reaction. All he saw was the flush working its way into her cheeks, and then he watched as she gently licked her lips, as if she was thinking of doing something dirty.

“Some sick fucks might,” Harlow said.

Hunter couldn’t help but laugh. “True, so very true, but trust me, baby, I’m not one of them. You’re not my sister. You will never be my sister, but that does make you a woman I want to enjoy.”

Silence fell between them.

He’d made his intentions clear.

When he rode into town, he had no intention of seeking out this woman, nor did he intend to talk to her, or proposition her. This had all become part of his split-second decision now. He knew it was a big mistake.

Big Dick would fucking kill him, but the fact was, he didn’t have to know. This was between him and Harlow. Their little secret. He had a feeling she wouldn’t want her brother interfering in their problems. Harlow was a strong, independent woman, she could make her own choices.

“What are you doing?” Harlow asked.

“Simple. I’m making a choice right now. If you want to see where this leads, then call me. You have my number.” He’d already coded it into her cell phone during the Christmas period. He should probably warn her about leaving her personal items unattended. It was so easy for him to look at her things, to snoop into her life.

“Just as easy as that?”

He finished off his burger and looked at her. “It can be easy or hard, but that decision will be up to you. Not me.”