His mouth curved in a smile that had nothing to do with amusement, all challenge and fire and not a bit of desperation. ‘So do it, baby girl.’
That desperation switched something on inside me, something aggressive I hadn’t known was there. He wanted me. He wanted me. I’d been worried about whether I could handle him and I had. I damn well had.
Now I wanted to make him wonder whether or not he could handle me.
So I shoved at him—hard. ‘On your back, big boy.’
His smile deepened and this time there was definitely a hint of amusement in it. ‘Big boy?’
I ignored him, shoving at him again. ‘If you don’t get on your back, you don’t get any p-pussy.’ Which would have sounded hotter if I hadn’t stuttered over the word, or blushed like a teenager, but, hell, I’d said it. My first dirty talk. Yay me.
Still grinning, he pushed himself away from me and turned over on his back, putting his hands behind his head like he was lying on a beach. ‘Here I am. Doing what you say. Where’s my pussy then?’
I sat up and before I could second-guess myself, I straddled him, easing my sex up against the hard ridge of his cock. It was long and thick and as hot as he was and it made me shiver. ‘Here’s your pussy.’ I put my hands on the pillows on either side of his head, looking down into his fascinating eyes, the tips of my nipples brushing against his chest. Then I shifted my hips. ‘Can you feel it?’
Golden flames leapt in his gaze and I heard the breath go out of him, and that was as massive a turn-on as the pressure of his cock against my sex.
‘Oh, yeah,’ he breathed, all thick and intense. ‘I feel it. Give me more.’
There was something amazingly powerful about having this tall strong, muscled and dangerous biker underneath me. Looking at me like there was nothing and no one else in the entire world. Looking at me like he’d die if he didn’t have me right there and then.
It made me want to play with him. He might want it hard and rough, but he was going to have to wait first.
I flexed my hips again, rubbing myself against him, feeling the line of pleasure pull taut inside me, a dragging sensation that made me want to pant.
‘Yeah,’ he whispered, staring up at me like I was the sun and he’d spent a lifetime in the dark. ‘Just like that. More, baby girl.’
I held his gaze, lowering my head so my hair curtained us, falling over his shoulders. He tried to lift up to kiss me, but I pulled back, tantalising him. His beautiful mouth curved again, like he knew exactly what I was doing and approved. So I shifted my hips once more, giving him back a taste of what he’d given me the night before in his room. The night that felt like so long ago but really wasn’t.
He made a deep noise in his throat as I ground myself against him, moving along that delicious hard ridge, rubbing my clit against it, panting and gasping in response. ‘You like that?’ I heard myself say. ‘You like this pussy against your hard cock?’
‘What do you think?’ He lifted his head impatiently, trying to kiss me, but I pulled away again, brushing my nipples against his chest, tantalising him even more.
‘Not yet.’ I let my mouth hover bare inches above his. ‘Beg me for a kiss and I might give you one.’
But of course he cheated. He lifted his head and took that kiss anyway, his mouth hard and demanding. His hands were on my hips, pressing me more insistently against him, his pelvis lifting against mine. And for a second I fell into the kiss, into the heat of him, letting him do whatever he wanted.
‘Condom,’ he murmured against my mouth. ‘Now.’
I knew where they were, having watched him put more than a couple on himself the night before. So I reached over the side of the bed to the small nightstand and pulled open the drawer. He stroked me as I did, one hand curving around my butt, the other finding my breast and flicking my nipple with his thumb.
I shuddered as I pulled the packet out, his touch making the breath catch in my throat and sensation spread like wildfire over my skin. I sat back, ripping open the foil and taking out the condom.
He watched me from beneath black lashes, his gaze hotter than that wildfire sweeping over me. It filled me with power, made me feel like I could do anything, so I didn’t freak out that I hadn’t put a condom on a guy before. I didn’t doubt myself. It was a puzzle to be solved and I solved it simply by putting it on him and rolling the latex down with my hands.
He made another of those deep, delicious sounds in his throat, lifting his hips up into my hands, making it obvious how much he liked my touch. It was such a thrill I wanted to do it again and again, wring some more of those sounds from him.
But there was something I wanted more.
Him. Inside me. Hard and deep and rough like he wanted.
I grabbed his cock, meeting his gaze, holding it. ‘You want this pussy?’ I teased him, rubbing the head of his dick against the throbbing flesh between my thighs, making him sweat.
‘Fuck, yes.’ His voice was rough, guttural. ‘Do it. Give it to me.’
I gave him a slow, sensual smile and squeezed him. ‘Say please.’
His breath hissed. ‘You fucking tease. I love it.’ He lifted his hips, trying to arch up into me, and I squeezed him again, making him groan. ‘Please, baby girl. Please fuck me. Now.’
God, he was so hot. His desperation was such a turn-on that abruptly I lost interest in teasing him, wanting him inside me.
So I lifted myself up and guided him inside, both of us shuddering as I slid down on him, feeling the delicious stretch of him inside me, the burn as he filled me. He was big and I loved it, the intensity of the sensation making me gasp as he impaled me completely.
I put my hands on his chest, balancing myself, his fingers on my hips, digging in. I looked into his eyes, saw the heat, the need there, and knew he saw the same in mine. The connection was intense and made me tremble, but I didn’t look away. He wanted this hard and rough, and he was going to get it.
His hands tightened, but I shook my head. ‘No. Let me figure it out.’
‘Don’t know if I can wait that long.’ His lips peeled back in a feral grimace. ‘I need you fucking me right now.’
Digging my nails into his chest, I moved experimentally, watching the expression of agonised pleasure cross his face as I did so.
‘Oh, yeah, Jesus. Keep doing that.’
I kind of wanted not to, to do something different to shock him, but it felt too good and I was rapidly getting to the point where I wanted the pleasure of him as much as he wanted the pleasure of me.
So I did what he liked, again and again, finding a rhythm that made us both groan. A slow rise and fall, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out making me shiver and shake. I spread my hands out on his chest, moving faster, harder, and he gave me a savage grin. ‘Fuck, yes. Ride me, baby girl. Show me what you got.’
So I showed him. Riding him even faster, lifting myself up and slamming myself down on him, digging my nails into his chest so I left little circles on his flesh. Marking him. And he did the same to me with his hands on my hips, holding me so tightly he was going to leave bruises.
I wanted those bruises. I wanted those marks. I wanted to be branded by this time with him. So I’d carry it with me when I flew away from him and into the new life I was going to have.
So I’d never forget.
Not that I needed those marks.
I’d never forget Tiger. Never. Not as long as I lived.
My heart was thundering in my head and I was moving rhythmically. The slick glide of him inside me driving us both out of our minds. In. Out. Up. Down.
Harder. Faster. The sounds of his flesh slamming into mine and the gasping of our breath echoing around us.
So good. So good.
I fucked him as hard and as rough as I could, and I looked into his eyes the whole time. And I saw the moment he came, golden fire e
xploding, the roar of my name shuddering against the ceiling.
Then he put his hand between my thighs and pressed down hard on my clit, bringing me into the flames with him.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Tiger
I LAY ON the bed, panting and fucking destroyed. Because that was what she’d done to me. She’d destroyed me. She’d done exactly what I told her to, fucked me hard and rough, and now I wasn’t sure I’d ever be the same again.
She’d collapsed on top of me, her soft hair all over my chest, and I could still feel her hot little pussy squeezing my cock. Christ, she was amazing. Everything about her was amazing. I wanted to hold her tightly to me, never let her go. She was mine, which was a fucking weird thought since I’d never had it before about anyone.
She knew about my past, about my mother. And she’d been the one to read that letter to me, discovering right along with me the real reason Mom had left.
That had been the hardest thing to hear. To know that Mom had gone to protect me. To give me a fucking life, as if I didn’t have one already. I’d been full of nothing but anger in that moment, because it had been my fault she’d gone. And if she’d given me the choice, I would have told her not to go, that the decisions about my life were mine to make, not hers. But, no, she’d taken the choice from me. She’d decided to leave me without even talking to me first and I’d wanted to smack something so bad I hadn’t been able to think straight.
I’d had to walk out, to leave before I did something stupid and frightened Summer.
I hadn’t expected Summer to come after me. To follow and put a hand on my back. Her warmth had been astonishing and her voice calm.
Then she’d put her arms around me, her warmth soaking into me, and it was the strangest fucking thing. No one had ever given me a hug before, not since Mom left, and it made me feel... Christ, I don’t even know. Like I wanted to melt back into her. She’d felt strong at my back and it was as if she was giving me a piece of her own strength, filling up something that had always felt hollow and empty before.
Jesus, how had she ever thought of herself as weak? I was the one who was weak and now she was making me strong.
I hadn’t wanted to talk about it any more right then. I’d just wanted her.
Fucking hell, I’d never wanted anything so badly in my life.
Then she’d given me more than strength. She’d given me the fire that I knew was inside her, that burning blue spark. Riding me like I was her favourite stallion. So fucking hot.
I hadn’t realised what I was missing—that I’d been missing anything at all, in fact—until she’d put her hands on my chest and looked down into my eyes. Holding my gaze as she’d fucking taken me to heaven and back.
Hot and fierce and bright. That was Summer. And I wanted more.
I tightened my arms around her.
She’s yours now.
Yeah, she was. She just fucking was. And suddenly it didn’t feel weird. It felt right, like it was meant to be somehow.
Keep would probably be after me by now and I thought I’d better check in with him. No, it was going to be more than a check in. It was going to be a fucking full-on denial. There was no way I’d let Summer anywhere near her father. Anywhere near anyone who could hurt her.
I was going to protect her until it was time for her to fly out west to her new job and her new life, and if anyone tried to stop her they’d have to answer to me.
I rolled onto my side, taking her with me. Then I pushed her onto her back, sifting her beautiful hair through my fingers. Felt like fucking silk. ‘I need to go check in with Keep,’ I murmured. ‘Don’t worry, I won’t mention you’re here. I’ll hide you until it’s time to get your flight and then I’ll take you to the airport myself.’
Her brow creased, an expression I couldn’t quite catch flashing over her face. ‘Are you sure? You’d really lie to your president for me?’
‘Nothing I haven’t done already, baby girl.’
‘But your club—’
I put a finger over her mouth, silencing her. ‘Leave the club to me. It’s my thing, I’ll handle it, okay?’
‘Okay.’ Yet that worried look didn’t leave her eyes. ‘Tiger, I’m sorry. I don’t want to make things difficult for you.’
‘Yeah, I know. But that’s not your decision to make. It’s mine. And I’m making it right now.’
Another flicker of expression across her lovely face. ‘Okay,’ she said again, sounding reluctant. ‘But you know, if there’s anything—’
I shut her up by kissing her, sliding my tongue into her mouth so she couldn’t speak. And then she didn’t want to anyway, giving a little groan and tipping her head back, encouraging me to kiss her deeper, harder.
I growled, because I wanted to. But I had to deal with Keep first.
Giving her a nip, I lifted my head and gently disengaged myself from her, rolling away to deal with the condom in the nearby wastebasket. ‘I need to call Keep.’ I turned and gave her a look from over my shoulder. ‘Don’t go anywhere, okay? And definitely don’t get dressed. I have plans for you.’
She flushed, which was straight out weird considering what she’d done to me not two minutes ago, but I was fucking delighted all the same. I was already getting hard thinking of all the other dirty ways I was going to make her come today.
Christ, suddenly two days with her didn’t seem enough.
I pulled on my jeans and grabbed my phone, taking it downstairs so I wouldn’t stress her out. Then I hit Keep’s number.
He answered it almost immediately. ‘Where the fuck have you been and why aren’t you answering my goddamn calls?’
‘I’ve been out looking for the chief’s daughter, just like you wanted, Prez,’ I lied without even a twinge of guilt. ‘And, no, I haven’t found her yet. Anyone else?’
‘No,’ Keep said curtly. ‘Chief’s getting fucking pissed, put out a few APBs, all kinds of shit. You don’t have a number for her or anything?’
‘Why? Because I did some protection for her? That was five years ago. Fuck only knows what’s up with her now.’
Keep grunted. ‘Yeah, okay. Well, keep your eyes open.’
He ended the call without another word, but I didn’t lose any sleep over it. I had no problem with protecting Summer. None at all. And it was kind of weird to think that I didn’t. Because it meant that she had become more important to me than the club, which was a worry, but I decided I wasn’t going to let that get to me. I could deal with that later, once she’d got safely away. Right now, I had other things to do.
Like making her come some more.
We spent the rest of the day in bed, pausing only for a lunch break and then some sleep in the afternoon. I woke her up after that, flipping her over onto her stomach and pulling her up on her hands and knees. Then I ate her out from behind, making her come a couple of times, before pulling those slender hips up against mine and sliding deep inside her quivering little pussy.
It was hard and it was raw and I made her scream. Then I made her scream some more before I let myself go, pushing her down and slamming her into the mattress over and over until I was blind with the fucking ecstasy of it.
I got her up after that and took her into the shower again, soaping her down, loving the feel of her leaning against me as if she couldn’t stand upright on her own, knowing it was me who’d made her feel that.
Afterwards I made her dinner and we sat at the counter and talked about nothing in particular. I liked hearing her talk about her new job and about her interest in math. It all went over my head—she was so fucking smart it kind of astounded me—but she explained everything in such an easy way it was almost as if I could grasp it. She talked about her life at college and then, when she got sick of talking about herself, she began to ask me about life at the club and what it was like.
I was honest with her, didn’
t gloss over the stuff that wasn’t great, but she seemed to get how important the club was to me. How like a family it was. How my brothers truly were like brothers.
After I’d given her a rundown on one of our wilder parties, making her blue eyes go round and her cheeks pink, I took her over to the workshop and showed her a few of the bikes I was in the process of fixing. She was right into it, peering at everything and asking me questions, wanting to know how things worked.
I’d never explained any mechanical shit to a woman before, let alone one who was so interested. She even sat down beside me, watching and getting me to explain what I was doing, making comments and asking yet more questions.
I didn’t much like it when people talked at me while I was working, but with Summer I found I didn’t care. In fact, I liked it. I liked that she was interested in something that interested me, too, and that it was all completely genuine. There wasn’t a fake bone in her body, not one.
A couple of hours passed like that and it was...good. Just fucking good.
Later, I got us both beers and sat on the couch with her in my lap, talking about nothing. Talking about everything.
I was so deep in discussion with her about something she called game theory that I didn’t even hear the distinctive rumble of a hog in the courtyard outside. All I knew was that one minute we were alone and talking, the next the door of my warehouse had been kicked open and Keep was there, striding inside with Smoke following along behind him.
For a second Summer and I just stared at them in shock, because what the actual fuck? Then she stiffened in my lap, making a soft, distressed sound.
And I acted without thought.
Pushing her off my lap, I shoved her behind me, then stood up, putting myself between my president and my best buddy, and her.
Keep stopped not far from me, his blue eyes glittering and full of rage. ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ he demanded, coming straight out with it.
I met him stare for fucking stare. ‘I could ask you the same thing.’
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