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He watched me approach, those golden eyes on mine, unblinking, and I felt fear curl up tight once again inside me. But I made myself take another step or two, getting nearer.
He was even more intimidating close up. I wasn’t short, yet he towered over me, a wall of hard muscle and raw masculine power, sending my heartbeat racing into overdrive.
My mouth was dry and I felt shaky, and I had to force myself to speak. ‘Your t-tattoos are amazing,’ I stuttered weakly. ‘Where did you get them?’
This close to him I could feel the heat of his body and smell that delicious scent I remembered from years ago. Leather and engine oil, and some kind of dark spice that made me want to bury my face in his neck and inhale.
Unlike Crash, the thought of being near Tiger didn’t make me want to either cringe or pull away. No, it made me want to get even closer.
God, he made my head swim. Like he had when he’d taken my chin in his hand and rubbed it with his thumb. I’d forgotten my fear the moment he’d touched me, the very second those incredible eyes of his had met mine. And instead of feeling like I was going to freeze to death, I’d felt hot instead. Far, far too hot.
He’d been so close, his beautifully sculpted face right in front of me. And I hadn’t been able to stop myself from looking at his mouth, with that full bottom lip that had fascinated me so completely at seventeen.
It still fascinated me, and, like I had back then, I’d found myself wondering what it would be like to have that mouth on mine. I’d never been kissed before so I had nothing to compare it to, only that half excited, half fearful wondering...
‘Jesus Christ,’ Tiger said, his dark voice rolling over me, making me feel like he’d wrapped me up in black velvet. ‘I swear to God if you don’t start telling me what the fuck is going on, I’m going to call the cops right now and get them to pick you up.’
His golden eyes were full of impatience and anger, and the way he was staring at me made me feel light-headed and dizzy.
So much for distraction. It had been a lame conversation starter anyway.
I dragged my gaze away, trying to control my sudden breathlessness, not wanting want him to know how badly he affected me. I was even shocked at it myself, especially since it had been a good five years since I’d seen him.
‘Okay, okay.’ I turned around and went to sit on the double bed pushed up against the opposite wall.
Unlike Crash’s room, Tiger’s was scrupulously neat, which surprised me, though I wasn’t sure why. The floor was clear of clothes, the quilt straight on the bed. Even the male toiletries and other paraphernalia on the dresser were neatly lined up. Obviously Tiger liked a tidy room, a fact I filed away like I’d filed away other salient facts I’d learned about him in the one month during which he’d guarded me. Not that there were many, since I’d been too tongue-tied to ask him any questions.
But I knew he kept a gun in the small of his back and that he had the most amazing, sexy grin that he turned on any pretty woman who came near him. I knew he rode his bike like it was part of him and that he’d taken his job of protecting me very seriously indeed. Even though he’d hated it, which he’d made very obvious.
You know there’s another way to distract him. One that doesn’t involve conversation.
My brain came to a screaming halt as the thought crossed my mind and my face heated.
Oh, yes, well. There was that. Which was all very well if I’d been some kind of practised seductress. But I wasn’t. I was Summer Grant, and I’d spent most of my life trying to be invisible to as many people as possible.
I was the classic nerd. I had been at school, and the same in college. And since mostly it made people leave me alone, I was okay with it. I didn’t miss parties or the desperate drama that went along with dating. I was happy with my studies, losing myself in numbers and equations, where everything was logical and followed clear rules. It was easier and way more interesting than all the usual college/teenage stuff that other people got up to.
I’d never met anyone I’d wanted enough to bear the hassle of it anyway.
Well, anyone except Tiger.
He was staring at me, that gaze of his almost flattening me with its intensity. He was leaning back against the closed door now, his arms folded across his muscular chest, the black geometries of his fascinating tattoos dark on his skin.
I felt his stare like a pressure around my throat, closing off all my air, leaving me in no doubt that he wanted an answer and he wanted it now.
Taking a breath, I got up again, a weird kind of restlessness pacing under my skin. I closed the distance between us, coming right up to where he stood. Even nearer than I had before.
His amber gaze followed me so intently it made me almost dry-mouthed with terror. I didn’t quite know why. I only knew that the way he looked at me, as if he could really see me, made me feel vulnerable in a way I couldn’t describe.
It made me want to run away and hide.
But I couldn’t, not here. There was nowhere to run to and, besides, I had a feeling Tiger wouldn’t let me anyway.
All I could do was keep walking until I was right up close to him, so there were only inches between us. He never took his eyes off me, not once, and again, this near to him, I felt the weird dizziness take over. His scent and his heat and his golden gaze...
‘I was in Crash’s room because...’ I faltered but then made myself go on. ‘Well...I wanted to see what being with a b-biker was like.’
Tiger stared down at me for a long moment and I could see something that looked like annoyance glinting in his gaze. Then his mouth curved in a smile that had nothing to do with amusement and he gave a soft laugh that made a shiver chase down my spine. ‘Right,’ he said. ‘So all you want is biker cock.’ He gave another laugh. ‘Try again, baby girl.’
I don’t know what happened then. Maybe it was just being here and running out of options. Maybe it was some leftover stupidity from me shoving Crash away. Whatever it was, his obvious disbelief made a small spark of annoyance ignite me.
It was insanity to argue with a man like Tiger, a man who radiated violence and danger, who had menace inked into his skin. Yet for some reason I opened my big fat mouth and said, ‘How do you know that’s not why I’m here? Biker c-cock might be exactly what I want.’
There was a stunning silence.
Tiger finally blinked and I was conscious of a weird warm feeling in amongst all that cold fear. Had I finally surprised him?
Of course it didn’t last long.
He bent his head and suddenly his face was millimetres from mine, those amber eyes boring into me, that beautiful mouth so close. ‘If biker cock is really what you want, then what are you waiting for? I’m a biker and I have a cock. Get down on your knees and suck it.’
The shock of the words and his abrupt nearness froze me in place. But not like before, in Crash’s room. I wasn’t rigid with fear this time, because I could read in his gaze that he wasn’t serious. This was a dare. He used to do that in the month when he’d been my protector, teasing me to get a rise out of me. I’d always been too afraid to respond to him then but now...
I don’t know what came over me. A sudden rush of anger filled me, along with a determination to show him that I wasn’t the scared ‘baby girl’ he seemed to think I was.
Forgetting my fear, I gave him one furious look.
Then I dropped to my knees in front of him.
CHAPTER FOUR (#u1937e0c4-b091-5eed-9b0b-da27b043c3f6)
Tiger
NOTHING SURPRISED ME much any more. But little Summer Grant dropping to her knees right in front of me, ready to prove she was desperate to suck my cock?
Yeah, not gonna lie, that surprised the hell out of me.
Telling her to get on her knees was supposed to have made her back off, not actually do what I said.
I didn’t move, looking down at her as she knelt in front of me. Of course I knew that she didn’t actually want to do this—I hadn’t missed that blue spark that had lit in her eyes just before she did what I told her to do.
She was calling my bluff the way I’d called hers.
And, fuck, she might just have won this round, because, Christ, I couldn’t actually let her suck me off. Not given how terrified she’d been not fifteen minutes earlier in Crash’s room. And not when she was only doing this because it was clear she didn’t want to tell me what she was actually doing in the clubhouse.
Unfortunately, though, my goddamn cock didn’t seem to understand that.
There was something about the way she knelt in front of me, with her chin lifted, her eyes on mine. And I could see that spark of anger dancing in them. Yeah, she definitely wasn’t the scaredy-cat she appeared to be.
In fact, if I wasn’t much mistaken, she was giving me a challenge to answer the one I’d just given her.
Not many brothers took me on these days, let alone one little girl. That took guts.
And it made me hard.
Made me want to reach down and bury my fingers in all that silky blonde hair, hold on to her as she took my dick, as she worked her mouth on me, taking me deep.
Made me want to know how far I could push her, how far I could go. Did that little spark of hers mean she was steel all the way through, or would she shatter if I put pressure on her?
I suspected I knew already, though. I suspected she was steel. It was always the quiet ones you had to watch out for, those were the ones with claws.
Christ, that mouth of hers was to die for. Perfectly shaped and a little red from where she’d been gnawing on it. I could imagine those lips wrapped around my cock, could imagine tasting them as well. Maybe biting on them to see if they were as soft as they looked.
But, shit, I had to get a handle on myself. I couldn’t goad her into blowing me. It wasn’t what she was here for, no matter that she was insisting otherwise. And apart from anything else, I wasn’t in the mood to be giving dick-sucking advice to virgins.
Yeah, sure. You’re not in the mood. Like hell.
Ignoring my cock thoughts, I didn’t move, only shook my head. ‘I’m glad you’re keen, baby, but no. We’re not doing that.’
Those big blue eyes widened in what I thought was genuine surprise—for some reason it made me glad I could surprise her the way she’d surprised me—and that pouty mouth opened. ‘Oh, but I thought you said—’
‘I know what I said.’ I cut her off. ‘I fucking changed my mind. Now, go sit back on that bed like a good girl.’
Again that blue spark jumped, like she was pissed or maybe disappointed, which I didn’t mind at all, not one bit, then she got to her feet and went slowly back over to the bed once more. She sat down and looked at her hands again, resolutely avoiding my gaze, her shoulders slumping.
Okay, so it was definitely disappointment. But...why? She hadn’t really wanted to suck my dick, had she? Not after she’d been so goddamn terrified.
Why are you thinking about this shit? Why the fuck does it matter?
Both very good questions and ones I didn’t have the answers to.
Just like I still didn’t know why the hell she was here.
I was about to give her the hard word yet a-fucking-gain, when someone’s fist connected loudly on the door at my back. ‘Tiger.’ It was Keep, sounding pissed. ‘I need to talk to you. Open the fucking door.’
At the sound of Keep’s voice, Summer’s chin came up, her gaze getting wide and dark, frightened again.
Interesting. So given how she hadn’t wanted me to talk to Keep earlier and her reaction to the sound of his voice now, it was obvious that she really didn’t want him to know she was here. Which kind of made sense. She probably knew he’d bundle her up and ship her out the moment he discovered her.
Keep hammered on the door again, louder this time, and Summer’s gaze came to mine, the desperation in it loud and clear. She really didn’t want me to give her away.
It was crazy. The first thing I should have done was open the door and let my president inside, show him who was hiding out in my room. Because the club came first and always had done, and she represented trouble for it, no doubt about that.
Yet for some reason, that look in her eyes made my chest tighten yet again. Been a long, long time since someone had looked at me like that. Not since my little brother had disappeared along with my mom. Looking at me as if I could help them. As if I could save them.
So when I opened my mouth, it wasn’t ‘Sure, Keep, come in’ that came out. It was ‘Gimme a minute, Prez. I’m kind of busy.’
Summer let out a small, sharp breath, like she’d been holding it.
Then Keep said very distinctly, ‘Open the fucking door. I don’t care who you’ve got in there.’
Shit.
I couldn’t say no to my president and Summer must have known that, because her face went white, and she went very still. And she kept her gaze on mine, silently pleading.
So I made a snap decision.
Pushing myself away from the door, I strode over to the bed and jerked the quilt out from under her. ‘Get in,’ I ordered.
She blinked rapidly. ‘W-what?’
‘You want me to hide you? Then get the fuck in my bed.’
She hesitated only a second, kicking off her stilettos before crawling into my bed and drawing the covers up to her chin. While she did that, I shrugged off my cut and slung it over the end of the bed, then pulled my T-shirt off.
‘Tiger!’ Keep was sounding really pissed now. ‘For fuck’s sake.’
Summer was watching me with those big eyes getting rounder as I pulled the quilt from her fingers. ‘If you want this to work,’ I said shortly, quietly, ‘then don’t argue and follow my lead, okay?’
She didn’t speak, only nodded.
So I got into bed with her, positioning myself over the top of her, covering her with my body. Then I pulled the quilt over us.
And not before time.
The door slammed open and there was Keep, standing in the doorway, one of the meanest motherfuckers in the whole MC.
‘Sorry, Prez,’ I said lazily, looking around at him. ‘I should have said. The door’s open.’
He gave me that long, hard president’s stare, taking in the fact that I was in bed and that there was very obviously a woman with me. My elbows were on the pillows on either side of Summer’s head, my upper arms shielding her. Her hair was all over my pillow and she’d turned her face away. There was no way Keep would know who she was, as long as I didn’t move.
‘Thought you would have been out in the corridor,’ he said flatly. ‘You’re such a fucking exhibitionist.’
Summer was trembling a little, her body warm and soft beneath mine, the flower scent of hers wrapping around me like I’d stumbled into a fucking garden. Her legs were spread and I could feel the intense heat of her pussy pressing against the zipper of my jeans, soaking into the denim.
This wasn’t a mistake. At all.
Christ, what the hell else was I supposed to do? There’d been nowhere else for her to hide. Pretending she was some chick I’d brought in to fuck had been the only option.
I forced myself to ignore the feel of her beneath me and said, ‘Yeah, well, today I thought I’d be really kinky and try for some privacy.’ I shifted my hips, like I was halfway up inside her already and wanted to keep going. ‘Speaking of, you got something serious to ask me? ’Cause as you can see, there’s something else I’d much rather be doing.’
Keep grunted, his blue eyes cold. ‘Got word that Campbell Grant’s daughter has gone missing and he wanted me to keep an eye out for her.’
I could feel Summer go rigid under me and I didn’t need to see her face to know that the thought of being discovered scared her. Of course it made me want to know why, because although I didn’t know much about the police chief, I knew plenty about his asshole son, Summer’s brother. Justin Grant was the ex of Cat Livingston, my friend Smoke’s old lady. He’d been violent towards her and some shit had gone down that had included Smoke teaching the prick a lesson.
I didn’t like the thought of Summer being exposed to that kind of crap, and if the son had been like that, what about the father? Sure, I’d never known what it was like to have a dad since I’d grown up without one, but I knew what had happened with Smoke’s old man and Smoke had told me about Cat’s.
Seemed like fathers in general were assholes.
