‘What? That girl you took home last night? Didn’t mention her to Keep, by the way. Thought he didn’t need to know.’
Well, that was something. ‘Thanks, man,’ I said grudgingly. ‘So am I gonna get him riding my butt this morning about it or what?’
‘Leave him to me. I’ll deal with it.’
Smoke was Keep’s nephew and had a different kind of relationship with him than the rest of us. The prez was a fucking hard-ass, but Smoke seemed to know how to handle him and I appreciated my buddy putting his neck out for me.
But that was the thing about the club. We had each other’s backs and in the shitshow that was life, that was the most important thing in it.
‘I fucking owe you,’ I muttered.
‘Yeah, you do.’ There was a pause. ‘That girl one of the important things to do?’
What I should have said was ‘What girl?’ But I didn’t. Instead I nearly said ‘Yeah’ without thinking about it. A mistake. Especially when it came to club business, because nothing was more important than club business to me.
‘No,’ I lied, conscious of Summer standing behind me, watching me. I knew she was watching me because I could feel her gaze boring into my back.
‘Yeah, sure,’ Smoke said, like he knew exactly how big a liar I was. ‘I’ve got one of my own at home, remember?’
I scowled. ‘It’s not like that.’
‘The fuck it isn’t.’ The prick sounded amused.
Still scowling, I disconnected the call without a response, which would probably give me away as much as more denial would, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to keep talking about the subject.
‘Well?’ Summer asked quietly. ‘You didn’t answer my question.’
I flung the phone over onto the coffee table, then turned around.
It made no sense why the sight of her with all that pretty white-gold hair down around her shoulders or the fact that she was wearing nothing but my T-shirt should get me harder than steel, but it did and suddenly I didn’t give a shit about anything. Not about those letters, not about the fact I’d told her something not even Smoke, my best buddy, knew. And not about the fact that for some inexplicable reason she wanted to help me.
All that stuff was bullshit.
Feeling good, that was the point of everything, wasn’t it? Because life was short and shitty, so you grabbed the good times while you could.
‘Come here,’ I said.
She didn’t hesitate, coming to stand right in front of me. There was a crease between her fair brows, her gaze searching mine. ‘Are you okay?’
‘I will be once my cock is in your mouth.’
Her eyes narrowed and I had the weird feeling that she saw right through me.
Then she said, ‘Don’t think I don’t know distraction techniques when I see them.’
Shit.
I forced a smile. ‘You make me come, then maybe we’ll talk after.’
‘Is that a promise?’
‘Depends on how quickly you make me come.’
Her lips pursed and she fixed me with that stern look she did so well. ‘You know I’m going to hold you to that.’
Christ, this little girl challenging me all the fucking time. I shook my head. ‘Aren’t you supposed to be scared of me? Maybe you’d better stop ordering me around.’
Her mouth twitched and I found myself staring at it, already imagining it wrapped around my cock. ‘Apparently I’m not that scared of you any more.’
‘It’s my dick. It’s magic.’
She laughed. ‘So, do I get to see this magic dick of yours then? Or are you going to keep talking?’
This was a side of her I hadn’t seen before, a glimpse of the spirit that lurked underneath her fear. Fuck, it was sexy. ‘You’re very forward for a virgin, you know that?’
‘But I’m not a virgin. Not any more.’
‘Thank fuck. On your knees, baby girl.’
She didn’t even blink, doing exactly what I told her and graceful as hell with it. Then she looked up at me from her position on the floor, all big eyes and white-blonde hair and innocence, and I was suddenly hard enough to hammer nails.
‘You’ll have to tell me what to do,’ she said, all seriousness now. ‘This is another first time for me.’
It would be the gentlemanly thing to do. But then, there was nothing gentlemanly about me. And besides, I actually didn’t want to tell her. I wanted her to find out what I liked on her own, because she was interested. Because she wanted to explore me, discover me. Me. Not some random guy.
It was stupid. ‘Take me deep and suck me hard.’ That’s what I should have said to her. Yet what came out instead was ‘Use your imagination.’
A fleeting look of worry crossed her face. ‘I know, but you must be used to women who can do it really well, and I’m hardly in that league. You might not enjoy it.’
Jesus, her honesty. It got to me. The fact it mattered to her that I enjoy it. I mean, sure, the club girls were good and wore that skill like a badge of honour. It mattered to them, too, but for different reasons. Reasons that were more about them and their status than they were about pleasing me personally.
I reached down and cupped Summer’s cheek. Her skin was so soft it ought to have been illegal. I was sure my hand with all the calluses and scars I’d got from fixing engines would scrape her. Yet if it did, she didn’t seem to care, leaning into my palm like a little cat, her gaze on mine.
My chest went tight and I almost forgot what I’d been going to say. ‘Whatever you do, I’ll enjoy it,’ I forced out, wanting her to know this because it felt important. ‘Fuck, I already can hardly speak.’
She flushed and her lashes dropped, her gaze on my dick, which was currently pushing so hard against my zipper it was amazing the thing didn’t unzip itself.
Her hand lifted and she put out a finger, tracing my cock through the denim, a slow up and down that made my breath catch. Very similar to the way I’d touched her pussy the night before, come to think of it...
Oh, fuck. This was payback, wasn’t it?
‘Don’t be shy,’ I muttered. Hell, was that really my voice? All husky and rough? ‘Get my dick out.’
‘Wait. I’m just figuring it out.’ She kept on touching me, slowly and experimentally, finding the head of my cock and rubbing gently over the top, making my breath hiss in my throat.
Yeah, I liked it hard and fast, not this slow kind of bullshit. But the careful way she was touching me and the look of concentration on her face, as if this was really important to her...somehow I couldn’t bring myself to tell her to stop.
‘You want to play with me?’ I asked hoarsely. ‘Is that what you’re doing?’
She shot me a wide blue glance. ‘Is that okay? I mean, you wanted me to figure it out, so I’d like to try.’
‘Sure.’ I’d kept my hand where it was on her cheek and couldn’t resist stroking her with my thumb. ‘You just might kill me is all.’
She flushed again with pleasure. ‘Well, you killed me last night so maybe it’s my turn.’
And she was fucking killing me. Slowly and by inches as she fumbled around with my zipper, then tugged it down. I hadn’t bothered with underwear when I’d got up, so the moment she got my jeans open, my dick was right in her face.
Her eyes went wide, which was incredibly satisfying, and I found myself sliding my hand to the back of her neck and gripping on tight. Not forcing her forward, just holding on. I couldn’t drag my gaze from what she was doing. She put her hand on me, her fingers stroking my cock, exploring it like she’d never seen anything like it before in her life.
It was the hottest fucking thing.
My pulse was racing, my heart rate through the roof. And she was just touching me. That’s all she was doing, just stroking me. Christ, I hadn’t been kidding when I’d told her she was going
to kill me. She would. Literally.
Then she finally gripped me, curving those pale fingers around the base of my dick, squeezing me. And she looked up into my face as she did so, obviously wanting to see my response.
‘I’m not fragile, baby girl,’ I muttered. ‘You can do that harder.’
So she did, squeezing me harder, and I couldn’t stop myself. I held on to the back of her neck with one hand while I lifted the other and covered her fingers where they gripped me, then I showed her how to pump me.
God, it felt good. The warmth of her hand and the pressure. The expression of fierce concentration on her face. It was probably the same expression she got when she was figuring out a math problem, which shouldn’t have been sexy but was all the same.
She was a fast learner, though, and soon I didn’t have to show her what to do, she had it all figured out without any problems. My hand dropped from hers as she began to find a rhythm, varying the strokes and the pressure. Then she stopped a couple of times, circling the head of my aching dick with her thumb and then slicking across the top of it.
Holy shit, she made me feel so good it was insane. She wasn’t practised at all, but the way she approached it, like she was going to work at this until she got it right, was hot as fuck.
‘Yeah.’ I was fucking babbling now. ‘So good, baby girl. That’s right. You keep doing that, you’re gonna make me come so hard.’
She leaned forward and licked me, and I almost lost it. Almost fucking came there and then. Her tongue was like a blowtorch, setting me on fire, and there was only one way this was going to end.
I thrust both hands into her hair and held on, pushing my aching dick between those pretty pink lips before she could pull away, feeling the heat of her mouth surround me. She made a little sound, kind of like a groan, and her hands came out to grip my thighs, holding on tight.
‘You okay?’ I demanded hoarsely, feeling the shakes beginning already and wanting to thrust deep into her throat, but holding back because I didn’t want to lay it on her all at once.
She gave a nod, so I began to ease deeper, my breathing harsh in the silence of the room, every sense I had centred on the heat of that mouth of hers and the incredible pleasure it was giving me.
I nudged the back of her throat and she tensed, so I pulled back, giving her a moment before thrusting in again. Her nails dug hard into my thighs and she gave a groan that sounded hungry, so I began to move faster, harder.
Her hair in my hands was so silky and warm that I gripped it tighter, pulling her head back a little so I could look down into her face, so I could see my dick sliding in between those perfect lips.
So fucking hot.
Her blue eyes met mine and I could see the hunger in them and the glaze of pleasure, and it was like an extra kick to know she was getting off on this as much as I was.
I’d got head from so many women and it had always been good. But this... Holy hell, I don’t know what it was, but what she was doing eclipsed every single blow job I’d ever had.
‘Gonna go harder,’ I warned her. ‘You okay?’
She gave a frantic nod so I went ahead and upped the pace, and it was so goddamn good. Her gaze was trained on mine as if I was the only thing she could see and that lit me up, too, made me feel like a fucking god.
‘You’re gonna make me come.’ I looked down into those incredible blue eyes. ‘Oh, baby girl, you’re gonna make me come so fucking hard.’
I could feel the orgasm building at the base of my spine, the tension winding tighter and tighter. I was going faster now, fucking her mouth without mercy, and she took it all, gripping onto me so tight it was a wonder she didn’t draw blood.
Then she did something with her tongue—I don’t know what the fuck it was—and maybe it was the sheer unexpectedness of it that got me but it made lightning shoot straight down my spine to my cock, and that was it, I was gone.
‘Take it all,’ I groaned. ‘Fucking take everything I give you.’
And she did.
And when the orgasm crushed me into fucking dust and I came down the back of her throat, all I could see were her eyes, blue as the sky.
Making me feel as if I were flying.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Summer
WATCHING TIGER COME and knowing I was the one who’d done it to him had to rank as one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. And the most powerful.
It was weird how I was on my knees in front of him, supposedly at a disadvantage, and yet he was the one who’d come completely undone.
His cock was pulsing in my mouth and I could taste him, salty and thick. His head was thrown back, the tendons of his throat standing out rigidly as he gasped, the sound of my name echoing around us.
His fingers were wound in my hair and it was a little painful, but I barely felt it. I was too busy looking at him, watching what I’d done to him and feeling the same rush I got when I solved a complex equation.
I’d done this to him. This experienced, jaded biker was shaking and all because I’d taken him in my mouth and sucked him hard.
He’d had to take over in the end, but I didn’t count that as a failure. I’d filed away what he’d shown me, remembered it so that next time I could fully take charge.
If there is a next time.
I shook the thought away. Of course there’d be a next time. Maybe later, after we’d had the talk he’d promised me. I knew more about what he liked now. I could use that knowledge and maybe it wouldn’t be him seducing me. Maybe it would be me seducing him.
The idea sent a thrill down my spine, making me shiver, making the ache between my thighs more intense.
His grip in my hair loosened and slowly he pulled out of my mouth, tucking himself away. His hands shook as he did so and that gave me a thrill, too.
Hell, everything about him gave me a thrill.
Once he’d zipped himself back up, I leaned forward and rested my cheek against the warm skin of his stomach, feeling the rock-hard muscles of his abs tense and flex. His hands returned to my hair, combing through it, then massaging my scalp with firm, circular movements of his fingers.
It felt so good that I closed my eyes, enjoying his touch and the heat of his body, the scent of musk and spice that was all Tiger. But pretty soon I wanted those massaging fingers to touch me elsewhere and so I had to move.
Because I wasn’t going to let him distract me again. That was exactly what he’d done with his blow job demands and we both knew it. He didn’t want to talk about his mother, or about the fact that I’d offered to teach him to read, and, hell, I couldn’t blame him. He was such a tough, strong guy and he must hate having his vulnerabilities exposed.
But I wanted to help him. I’d hated the look of pain in his eyes when he’d told me about his mother’s disappearance and I wanted to make it better for him. Because I’d bet the entire, meagre contents of my bank account that he didn’t have anyone else who wanted to help him the way I wanted to help him.
It was probably a good time to start asking myself why this was so important to me, but I decided I didn’t want to answer that question right now. It was enough that I wanted to. Anyway, he’d brought me here and hidden me from Keep and from my dad, so helping him seemed the right thing to do.
After a moment of silence, I felt Tiger move, bending to lift me up into his arms, and I let him, loving his strength and the feeling of lying against his warm, bare chest. Loving how he held me as if I was made of glass and he had to be careful of me, gentle with me.
It made me feel special, which was a dangerous thing to feel, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to feel special to someone, since I’d never really been special to anyone, and this was as close as I was going to get.
I leaned my head against his shoulder and looked up at him. His golden eyes gleamed as they met mine and there was a very satisfied expression on his
face. ‘Did I do okay?’ My voice was hoarse, probably due to him pressing against the back of my throat, and it felt a little raw.
‘Do I really need to answer that?’ He headed towards the armchair opposite the couch. ‘You made me go fucking blind.’
‘Oh.’ There was a warm glow in the centre of my chest and I smiled, pleased with myself. ‘You did have to show me what to do at the end, but next time I promise I’ll do better.’
‘If you do any better, you’ll fucking kill me.’ He sat down in the armchair and arranged me across his lap, keeping one arm around me so I could lie back against his shoulder, while with the other he toyed with the hem of the T-shirt I wore. ‘I’m planning on some payback already.’
I shivered again at the heat in his voice. ‘I’m sure you are. But that’s not what we’re doing now.’
‘Oh?’ One dark brow rose. ‘And what exactly are we doing now?’
‘What you promised. You told me if I made you come, we’d talk.’
He gazed at me from underneath this long, thick black lashes, dark amber gleaming. ‘That was a dumb thing to say, wasn’t it?’
‘You were the one who said it.’
‘Hmm.’ His fingers stroked my bare knee. ‘Fine, let’s talk. Tell me why you’re afraid all the time.’
I blinked, trying to ignore the light touch of his fingers on my bare skin and only just stopping myself from pulling a face. Talking about myself wasn’t exactly what I’d planned. ‘I don’t know,’ I said vaguely. ‘It’s just... I’ve always felt afraid of things.’
‘Yeah, and that’s not a fucking answer. Perhaps it’ll become clearer if I do this.’ His fingers slid higher, up the inside of my thigh.
I frowned at him. ‘What did I say about distraction techniques?’
‘Then answer my question.’
I sighed and looked down, raising a hand to trace his beautiful tattoos. I could see the tiger on his right arm, all strength and grace and ferocity. ‘Did you design this one, too?’ I touched the tiger’s gleaming fangs that seemed to close around his shoulder.
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