Destroyed

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‘Yeah, I haven’t seen her.’ I looked down at the woman lying very still under me. She had her face still turned away, her hair covering her cheek.

Was it her father she was scared of? Was that why she’d come down here? But why here? There were plenty of other less dangerous places to hide than a biker clubhouse. What about friends? Other family?

‘Maybe you should start looking,’ Keep said. ‘Once you’ve finished, obviously.’

I didn’t look at my president, as I was too busy frowning down at Summer. ‘Yeah, okay. Might take a while, though.’

‘This is more important than your dick, Tiger,’ Keep growled. ‘The chief’s still pissed about that fucker Justin so we’ve got some ground to make up. Be good if one of the Knights could locate her and bring her in. If she hasn’t simply run away, of course.’

Summer did that freezing-in-place thing again. And I wanted to grip her chin and turn her head to face me, look into her eyes to make sure she was okay. But I didn’t want to risk Keep seeing her, so all I said was ‘Gotcha, Prez. I’ll finish up here and then I’m on it.’ Quite literally in fact, but he wasn’t to know that.

Keep didn’t say another word, but I heard the door slam shut and then silence.

Summer remained still and that was actually starting to become something of a problem. Because my brain kept on wanting to concentrate on that heat between her legs and it was starting to get me hard.

No, scratch ‘starting to.’ I’d been hard even before getting into bed with her.

Which makes getting into bed with her a pretty fucking dumb idea, don’t you think? Especially when you shouldn’t even be touching her.

Yeah, okay, maybe it was. But I wasn’t a goddamn teenage boy. I was the one in control, not my fucking cock. Which meant I should have been throwing back the quilt and getting off her, putting some distance between us.

Yet I didn’t move. I stayed right where I was. I was bracing myself on my elbows so I wasn’t actually lying on her, but her tits were almost brushing my chest. I couldn’t see much of them since she was wearing a loose hoodie, but they seemed high and rounded, a nice handful.

And now you’re staring at her tits? What the fuck is wrong with you?

It was an excellent point and yet I still couldn’t seem to make myself get off her. And what was more, I was beginning to think that this was actually a great time to make her tell me what the hell she was doing here.

‘Summer,’ I said quietly. ‘He’s gone.’

A quiver ran the entire length of her body. I could damn well feel it. Then, slowly, she turned her head, giving me a quick glance from beneath her lashes, like she was afraid to look at me. But there was a flush of pink on her cheekbones, a pretty good indication to me that she wasn’t scared. Or at least not as scared as she had been.

Fuck, she was so hot, though. That little pussy of hers felt like a fire burning through my zipper and if I wasn’t much mistaken—and I seldom was—I thought I’d caught a hint of musk threading through her sweet, flowery scent.

Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not a good idea, dumb fuck.

Of course it wasn’t a good idea. It was a fucking terrible idea. Yet I still wasn’t moving, staying there braced on my elbows with my cock pressed hard between her legs.

She made a restless movement and her hands came up, long, pale fingers pressing against my chest. Then, like my body was a stove she’d accidentally burned herself on, she jerked them away again. ‘T-Tiger...’ she muttered thickly, still avoiding my gaze. ‘I th-think you should...uh...move.’

I don’t know what it was about hearing my name in her mouth. Plenty of women called me by it and yet I’d never once felt it go straight to my cock the way it did right now. Maybe it was her voice, all soft and husky and uncertain, and that goddamn stutter on the T. Like she was afraid to say it.

The club girls didn’t say my name like that. They didn’t avoid my gaze, jerk their hands away from my bare skin and blush like a fucking rose. And when they did look at me, it wasn’t with fear or excitement or any shit like that. Sure, they wanted me, but they didn’t much care who got them off. One cock was as good as another as far as they were concerned.

It had never bothered me before.

It had never bothered me before that one cock was as good as another for them. As long as everyone came, I was fine with it. And as for civilians, well, I didn’t mess around with them, because I wasn’t up for anything more complicated than fucking.

But Summer, she was lying there all pink and flushed, and avoiding my gaze. And it wasn’t because she didn’t want me. Because if she hadn’t, she’d be shoving me like she’d shoved Crash, and there was definitely no shoving going on.

Yeah, I knew when a woman was into me and this little girl was into me. Not Crash. Not some other brother. Me.

And I didn’t just like that.

I fucking loved it.

‘Uh-huh,’ I murmured, staying right where I was, because I was an asshole. ‘And how exactly do you want me to move, baby girl?’

CHAPTER FIVE (#u1937e0c4-b091-5eed-9b0b-da27b043c3f6)

Summer

I COULDN’T THINK. I could barely even breathe.

I’d always been proud of my brain since it was about the only thing about me that made me special. But right now, with Tiger lying right on top of me, it was like I’d lost several thousand brain cells and the stupid thing was refusing to work.

He was just so...hot. And...big. And he was everywhere, his bare chest right in front of me, his wide shoulders blocking out the rest of the room, his long, lean, muscular body pressed the whole length of mine.

And his gaze looking down at me, drowning me in gold.

I didn’t know what to do with my hands. I didn’t know what to do with my entire self.

It had happened so fast. One minute I was feeling half disappointed, half relieved that he’d pulled me up off my knees, and maybe a little angry at myself, too, since I hadn’t managed to distract him, which meant that now he was going to make me tell him my real reason for being here. Then the next minute there had been a knocking at the door and I’d heard Keep’s voice.

I’d thought Tiger would turn me in.

But he hadn’t. He’d come across to the bed and told me to get in, and since I hadn’t exactly had a lot of choice, I’d kicked off my shoes and done so. The next thing I knew, he’d ripped off his T-shirt and had climbed in, too, lying on top of me, bracing himself on his elbows so he wasn’t resting his whole weight on me.

I’d never been in bed with anyone before, let alone the man who’d been lurking in my head ever since I was seventeen. The man who was now half-naked, his hard, sculpted chest and powerful shoulders on show. And somehow it didn’t matter that he wasn’t resting entirely on me, I felt flattened by him anyway. By the sheer intensity of his physical presence. By his closeness. By the heat of his body and the scent of his bare skin.

My brain shut down then, simply unable to function with Tiger being so near. And then Keep was in the room and finally I realised why Tiger had told me to get into bed and why he was lying on top of me.

He was hiding me from Keep.

The thought was brief and bright and then it disappeared, and I forgot completely that Keep was even in the room. Because somehow my skirt had got rucked up around my waist, my bare thighs brushing against the denim of Tiger’s jeans. His hips were resting between my legs, forcing them apart, and there was something big and thick and hard pressing against the front of my panties.

And once I’d become conscious of that, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. There was something about the pressure of him right there that made me go hot all over. That made my thighs tremble and my breathing catch. I tried to hold myself rigid, to pull away from where he was touching me, but it was impossible.

He was everywhere. His heat and his dark, spicy scent and all that smooth tanned skin right in front of me. The fascinating tattoo of all the spirals and circles that was on his upper arm went up and over his shoulder, too, spreading halfway across his broad chest. I had to turn my head away to stop from staring at it, my fingers itching to touch it.

But not looking at him didn’t do anything to stop the aching awareness of him. The feeling of his long, hot body over mine, pressing down on me, overwhelming me.

He was still overwhelming me.

Keep had gone, yet Tiger was still lying on top of me, braced on his elbows on either side of my head, looking down at me. I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter, and I didn’t want to meet his gaze. I didn’t want him to see what he was doing to me, how completely overcome I was about this whole situation.