Tiger
I KISSED HER. Not because I wanted to keep her quiet—I loved making women scream—but I just couldn’t keep myself from tasting her.
Just one kiss, that was all I was going to let myself have, which, considering the fact that her little pussy was creaming all over my jeans, was the epitome of fucking restraint.
She screamed into my mouth as she came, her body tensing and arching up into mine, her nails digging into my skin. I’d meant to simply give myself a taste, but she was so sweet, like a hit of pure sugar, and I was kissing her harder before I even realised what I was doing. Her mouth was so fucking hot, and she was shuddering under me, and I couldn’t seem to stop myself, sliding my hands beneath her head and cradling it as I slid my tongue between her lips.
I’d never been particularly interested in kissing. Seemed a pointless waste of time when orgasms could be happening instead, yet I found I couldn’t stop kissing Summer all the same.
There was a flavour to her, one I couldn’t quite put my finger on, that was erotic as hell, and was making my cock ache even more. I didn’t know what the fuck it was, whether it had something to do with the fact that she was coming against me, or whether it was because she’d never had anyone do this to her before.
Yeah, okay. It was because she’d never had anyone do this to her before and I was the first—I’d read that particular truth in her face. Which shouldn’t have turned me on, because I didn’t get possessive or territorial with chicks, but it just fucking did.
No one had made her come before. And now I was kissing her, I was certain no one had done that to her before either, because although she was trying to kiss me back, she was all hesitant, like she didn’t know how.
There was no reason it should have got me hard, especially when virgins weren’t exactly my style. Yet I was hard. So fucking hard.
I wanted to rip her panties off and bury my aching cock deep in the hot pussy that was currently soaking my jeans, and fuck us both into the middle of next week.
But I wasn’t going to.
She was trembling underneath me and the small, hesitant movements of her mouth beneath mine were a reminder—as if I needed one—of her complete inexperience. Which made me pretty much the worst guy on the planet for her.
I’d done everything there was to do with a woman and it took a lot to get me off these days. Dirty as fuck tended to do it and there was no way I was going to do dirty as fuck with pretty little Summer Grant, the police chief’s virgin daughter.
Apparently, you don’t have any objections to messing around with her, though.
I wanted to ignore the thought, to push it completely out of my head and keep on kissing the hell out of her. But it was enough of a kick in the balls to actually stop what I was doing and lift my mouth from hers.
She was staring straight up at me, the dense blue of her eyes nearly hypnotising. As was the look in them. Straight out shocked and confused, yet with an edge of what looked like wonder. Like I was the most incredible thing she’d ever seen.
It made something shift and tighten in my chest. Something uncomfortable.
Shit, no one looked at me like that any more. My little brother once had, and my mom on the nights when her clients had got rough and I’d had to intervene. But no one else. I was just another cock for the club girls, and as for the brothers, well, I was an enforcer who made them toe the line, which some of them didn’t appreciate.
Irritated, I shoved the feeling away, trying to ignore it like I was trying to ignore the pain in my dick. Because apart from any of that, she was a goddamn civilian and I didn’t involve myself with civilians. Not to mention the fact that she was Campbell Grant’s fucking daughter, which was a whole other load of complications that neither the club nor I needed right now.
Oh, yeah, plus I still didn’t know why she was here.
She came here for you, right?
Christ, why had I said that? I didn’t actually want her to have come down here for me, not when I hadn’t thought about her in years. Clearly a case of my dick doing my thinking for me.
‘Now we’ve got that out of the way,’ I said, my voice a lot huskier than I would have liked, ‘I think it’s time for you to tell me why you didn’t want Keep knowing you were here.’
Her lashes came down, veiling her gaze, and her hands pushed ineffectually at my shoulders. ‘Could you...give me some room?’
‘No.’ I made the word hard. ‘No one’s going anywhere until you give me the truth.’ Even if my blue balls killed me.
Her cheeks were very flushed and her mouth was very red, and the heat of her pussy against my crotch was driving me fucking nuts. But I didn’t move. ‘Ten seconds, baby girl. Or else I call Keep right back in here.’
She let out a breath. ‘I’m trying to get away from my dad,’ she said at last. ‘I just...wanted to go somewhere he couldn’t find me.’
I gave her an incredulous look. ‘What? So you thought a biker clubhouse was the perfect place? Seriously?’
This time her lashes rose and I got a hit of that little spark I’d seen in her eyes earlier, a flash of temper. ‘It’s the only place I could think of. The only place he’d never expect me to go, not with Keep being his friend. Also...he wouldn’t think I’d be brave enough so...’ She trailed off, looking away again.
Okay, so she was here to hide out.
Tension wound through me, and this time it didn’t have anything to do with the feel of her body under mine. ‘Why are you hiding from him?’ I couldn’t quite keep the edge out of my voice. ‘He knocking you around?’
She gave me another quick, sharp glance, and I could see the fear in it this time. ‘No.’
‘Summer,’ I said warningly.
‘It’s true. He hasn’t.’ She gave another shove at my shoulders. ‘Tiger, please.’
I relented this time, both to give my fucking cock a rest and to give her some space, rolling off her and onto my side, propping my head on my elbow. My back was to the door—just in case I had any more surprise visitors—while she lay between me and the wall. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted, but it was all I was prepared to give her.
This time I wasn’t fucking around. I wanted answers. Because if Campbell fucking Grant was as violent as his son, I wasn’t going to be very happy.
I hated men who beat on people weaker or smaller than themselves. I’d watched it happen with my mom, when I had been too small to help her, and I’d hated it then, not being able to do a thing except watch her cry.
I’d hated it even when I was bigger, when I could give those assholes a taste of their own medicine, making them cry the way they had my mom.
And I hated it now, looking at Summer. The police chief was a big man, and even though Summer was tall, she was slender. If he wanted to hurt her, he could.
The thought made me furious.
‘I know your brother,’ I said flatly. ‘I know all about his little anger management problem. Is your dad the same? Because if he is...’ I didn’t finish the sentence. I didn’t need to. Too bad if the asshole was a cop. He’d get what was coming to him, I’d make sure of that myself.
‘Dad doesn’t hit me, no.’ She sat up, pulling down the hoodie she had on, then reaching down under the quilt, presumably to pull down her miniskirt.
I stared at her, watching her face and the movements she made. Her hair was a mess of white blonde all over her shoulders, and it looked pretty against the pink of her skin. She was still flushed from the orgasm I’d given her, which was incredibly fucking satisfying, even though it shouldn’t have been. I could still feel her heat against my zipper and I wanted to put my hand down to feel the denim, to see if it was as wet as I suspected it was.
But finding out what she was doing here was more important than that so I stayed where I was, looking at her.
‘So why are you hiding then?’ I asked. ‘If he’s not going to hit you, then what’s he going to do?’
She gave another sigh, then she bent her knees and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around her legs. ‘It’s a long story.’
‘Baby, I’ve got nothing but time.’
The look in her eyes was serious. ‘No, you don’t. You’re supposed to be out looking for me, remember? Wasn’t that what Keep told you?’
‘That can wait.’ At least it could until she’d told me why she was hiding. Then, depending on her reasons, I’d decide what to do about it.
‘Okay,’ she said, clearly reluctant. ‘I graduated from college a couple of weeks ago, and just before I left, I got a really cool job offer from a tech company in Silicon Valley.’
‘Oh, yeah?’ After my bodyguard stint with her had ended, I’d lost track of what had happened to her, but I’d always known vaguely that she was smart, so hearing she’d gone to college wasn’t a big surprise. ‘Congrats.’
She flushed, as if embarrassed, which was weird. Fuck, if I’d been smart enough to go to college, I’d have been so goddamn full of myself, you wouldn’t have been able to fit me and my ego in the same fucking room.
‘Thanks,’ she said. ‘I mean, it’s exciting, and I really want to go...’
‘I can hear the but.’
‘Yeah.’ Her shoulders hunched. ‘I thought Dad would be pleased about the job thing. Actually, no, I knew he wouldn’t be pleased about the job thing, but I thought I could talk him round. Except when I told him, he wasn’t happy.’
I frowned at her, not quite sure what the problem was. ‘So your dad wasn’t happy about you leaving. So what?’
She shook her head, the blue spark in her eyes back again. ‘You don’t understand. He doesn’t want me to go. He wants me to stay here with him.’
Yeah, and I still didn’t see the problem. ‘And? Tell him to fuck off. He can’t stop you.’
She glanced away, looking down at the quilt covering her knees, and shook her head slowly. ‘It’s not that simple.’
‘Sure it is. Three words. Fuck. Off. Dad. Then you go. End of story.’
But she kept on shaking her head. ‘It’s not. I can’t...say that to him. I don’t...’ She stopped and looked at me again. ‘I can’t explain it to you. It’s not something you’d ever understand.’
I didn’t like being dismissed. Didn’t like it one fucking bit. And I especially didn’t like the part about how I ‘wouldn’t understand.’ I shouldn’t have let it get to me, but for some reason, coming from her, it did.
‘Ah,’ I said. ‘Right. So the dumb-fuck biker won’t know what you’re talking about, is that it?’
Her eyes widened in surprise. ‘Uh, no. That’s not what I meant at all.’
‘Then what did you mean?’
Her colour deepened. ‘I only meant that you’re...’ She gestured at me, as if that would explain everything. ‘Well, you’re tall and...strong. And you’re dangerous. And you don’t take crap from anyone. And I’m...not any of those things.’
Nope, still didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about. ‘Baby, you’re gonna have to get clear about what the hell is going on real quick. Because none of this is making any sense.’
Frustration crossed her face. ‘Dad manipulates things, okay? He manipulates me. And I don’t want to be around him right now, because I’m afraid he’ll make me change my mind and I’ll end up not going to Silicon Valley after all.’
That sounded weird. But clearly it was an issue for her. She wouldn’t have come down to the clubhouse in the middle of a party if it hadn’t been.
‘Listen,’ I said, trying for gentle. ‘No one can make you do anything you don’t want to do. You know that, right?’
That chin of hers jutted. ‘Easy for you to say. Like I told you, you’re strong.’
Christ, did she really think she wasn’t strong? What the fuck was that sparky attitude she kept giving me if it wasn’t strength? ‘And what? You’re not? Bullshit to that. Anyway, being strong starts with knowing what you want and fucking taking it, not running away and cowering in a corner pretending no one can see you.’
Something flashed in her gaze again. ‘I’m not running away. I just don’t want to be anywhere near him for a couple of days. And anyway, I am taking what I want. I’m flying to California and taking that damn job.’
‘Sure you are. But you’re so worried your father will make you change your mind that you had to run to a biker clubhouse to hide.’ Perhaps I shouldn’t have said it but, shit, it was the truth.
But she didn’t like that, anger lighting in her eyes. ‘All that’s beside the point. Are you going to hide me or not? Because if you don’t, I’ll find someone else who will.’
‘Right, so you’re going to go wandering out into the orgy currently happening in the hallway, looking for a brother to hide you?’ I stared at her, not bothering to mask my scorn because—seriously?—she actually thought she could do that with no consequences whatsoever? ‘Hate to say it, but if they don’t take you to Keep straight away, they’ll make you join in. And they’re all drunk and they’re all assholes. All of ’em. They’ll eat you alive and I do mean that literally.’
Fear flickered across her face—she was so easy to read it wasn’t funny—but that chin of hers was still stubborn. ‘You’ll have to hide me then.’
I nearly laughed. ‘You don’t get to tell me what to do, baby girl.’
‘Please, Tiger.’ Those big blue eyes held mine, determination and temper glowing in her gaze. ‘I’ll...I’ll give you a blow job if you do.’
Fuck, as if I needed a reminder that my dick was still hard. ‘Haven’t we had this conversation already? I think I remember telling you no.’
‘Please. It’s only for a few days.’
‘You’re seriously asking me to risk my rep and my club’s, not to mention my relationship with my president, just so you can hide out from your dad?’ Christ, now that I’d said it aloud, the whole thing sounded insane. What the fuck was she even still doing here? I should have given her up to Keep the moment he’d come into my room and asked me to find her.
Summer swallowed and I found myself watching the movement of her lovely throat. ‘What can I give you then?’
I should have said that there was nothing she could give me. Because hadn’t I already decided that getting any more involved in this was a mistake? She spelled nothing but trouble for me and the club, and I’d be a fucking idiot not to get rid of her. Like, right now.
But apparently I was a fucking idiot, because I didn’t say ‘nothing.’ Instead, I said, ‘I don’t know, baby girl. What you got?’
She squared her shoulders and looked me in the eye without a flicker. ‘Me,’ she said. ‘I got me. You hide me, Tiger, and I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.’