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  My hands slid into his short dark copper-tinted hair, all thick and silky against my fingers, the way I’d always guessed it would be. And... God, he tasted good. I moaned helplessly, deep in my throat, wanting more yet not knowing what more I wanted. All that mattered was that I got more of him.

  Except he still wasn’t moving and it was driving me crazy.

  Then suddenly I felt his fingers wrap around my wrists and he was pulling my hands from his hair and drawing back from me, leaving me panting and shaking, my lips feeling hot and tingly and my mouth full of his intoxicating flavour.

  The amber colour of his eyes had turned into molten gold, gleaming and hot, and I could feel myself begin to catch fire right where I knelt.

  ‘W-well?’ I asked shakily, my voice thick. ‘Was I convincing enough?’

  That beautiful mouth I’d just tasted curved. ‘No.’

  ‘Tiger—’

  ‘You can finish convincing me back at my place. Where we’ve got a bit more privacy.’ Abruptly, he let go my wrists and rolled out of bed, reaching for his T-shirt and leather vest, then pausing to put on his boots.

  I sat there watching him, my heart pumping furiously, full of the weirdest combination of emotions. Excited. Thrilled. Afraid. Desperate. Angry. Wanting.

  I didn’t like it. I’d never been comfortable with extremes of emotion and I didn’t know what to do with all those extremes now. What I wanted was to crawl under the quilt and pretend I was back at home, that I hadn’t come down to the Knights of Ruin’s clubhouse purely on a stupid, cowardly whim.

  But it was too late. I was getting myself deeper and deeper into trouble with every passing minute.

  Tiger finished with his boots and stood up, glancing down at me, reading me perfectly. ‘Second thoughts?’

  I couldn’t deny it. ‘Y-yes.’

  He held out his hand to me. ‘Come on. I promise it’ll be okay.’ Then he smiled and just like that, everything fell away.

  No one had ever smiled at me like that before, with real warmth, like a ray of sunlight on a midwinter day. It probably meant nothing. Maybe it was simply his normal, average ‘Hi, how are ya?’ smile. But it felt like a kick to the chest, jolting me all the way through.

  Sure, it might simply have been because he was going to get laid and that would make any guy smile—or so I’d heard.

  But suddenly I didn’t care. He’d given that smile to me. That gorgeous, incredible smile was mine. And I knew I’d do anything to get him to give it to me again.

  So I took his hand and let his warm fingers wrap around mine.

  And then I let him take me away.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Tiger

  I MADE SURE Summer’s hoodie was pulled over her head as I stepped out into the corridor once again. The orgy was still going on, this time with a different combination of people, but once again I ignored what was going on, pulling Summer with me as I strode past.

  Again, a couple of the brothers yelled at me to join in, but I ignored them, too. All I wanted was to get Summer out of there as quickly and with as little fuss as possible.

  I couldn’t stop thinking about that fucking kiss she’d laid on me, though.

  I knew she wanted me, it was fucking obvious, but what I’d wanted was for her to admit it. I wasn’t going to take her back to my place and do whatever the fuck I wanted with her if she wasn’t into it. Then again, I’d been the one who’d wanted something in return for hiding her from her dad.

  I shouldn’t have insisted. If all I’d wanted was pussy, then I could have let her go and got all the pussy I wanted right here, right now, and with way fewer complications.

  But the fucking annoying thing was that I didn’t just want any pussy.

  I wanted her pussy in particular.

  So when she’d offered herself to me... Christ, I hadn’t been able to get it out of my head. I shouldn’t have encouraged her. I should have told her no. Kept on spouting that bullshit about how I wasn’t the right guy for a little virgin like her.

  Except I hadn’t. I’d let her offer herself, let her push it. And now here we were, going down the corridor to the entrance to the club, because apparently my dick was doing my thinking for me.

  Of course I didn’t stop walking, though, my head full of that goddamn kiss and my heart racing like I’d spent all day in the fucking gym.

  When I’d told her I wanted her to convince me, all I’d wanted was some sign that she was into it. But when she’d gone for my cock like every other club girl, for some reason I’d just felt...angry.

  I had no idea why it mattered so much that her attention should be about me, but it had. Then she’d looked at me with those big blue eyes, like I was an ice cream she was desperate to taste. And she’d taken my face between her hands, and bent her head, putting that soft, pretty little mouth on mine.

  Her kiss had been so shy and unpractised, and it shouldn’t have lit me up inside like a fucking match to a skyrocket. I didn’t like that kind of innocent shit.

  But there was something about the way Summer looked at me, about the way she kissed me, that stole the air from my lungs.

  I wanted to take her home. I wanted to get her naked. I wanted to do every dirty thing to her that I could think of and then I wanted to do it again.

  Hiding her, having her, was going to complicate the fuck out of things and for someone who didn’t like complicated, that was a problem. But when I wanted something, I didn’t like to deny myself.

  Shit, apart from anything else, I wanted to get to the bottom of whatever was going on with her fucking father, because hearing her talk about him gave me a bad feeling. And if there was one thing I didn’t like it was a bad feeling.

  I pulled Summer past the prospect guarding the clubhouse entrance, then went down the steps outside to where all the rides were parked up.

  My buddy Smoke was in the process of helping Cat, his old lady, get off his bike as I approached mine, and he lifted his chin in acknowledgement.

  Smoke glanced at Summer, then down at our joined hands. ‘Who’s this?’ he asked, raising a brow. ‘Anyone special?’

  Even though Smoke was my best friend, I knew what he’d think about me hiding Summer. Or screwing Summer. Or doing anything at all with Summer. So I gave him my usual shit-eating grin. ‘Nope. Just some fun.’

  Cat came up beside Smoke and gave me a cool look.

  Cat and I had had our differences. She’d never liked the club or me, and I’d always thought she’d treated Smoke like shit, not to mention being judgey as hell. But since she and Smoke had got together, she’d mellowed. Though not enough to approve of what I was doing now with Summer, that was for sure.

  And that was another thing I should have remembered. Cat had shacked up with Summer’s brother for a time, even had a kid with him, so if there was anyone who’d recognise Summer, it was her.

  Fuck. I needed to get out of here and fast.

  ‘Going to join the orgy?’ I asked her conversationally, when it didn’t seem like they were going to leave without a chat. ‘Looks like everyone’s having a great time.’

  Cat sighed. ‘An orgy. My favourite.’ She looked at Smoke. ‘Can we go home now, please?’

  Smoke shot me a ‘fuck you, asshole’ glance before starting the placating process. Poor bastard.

  My work done, I quickly grabbed Summer and lifted her onto my bike. There was a helmet in the saddlebags that I took out and put on her head, straight over the top of her hoodie. Then, wasting no time, I got on myself, fired up the engine, then lit on out of there.

  Summer didn’t make a sound, but her hands abruptly came down on my hips as the bike took off, and her body leaned into mine. I could feel the warmth of her settled against my back as if she’d done this a thousand times before, which was weird. I’d given her a couple of rides while I’d been guarding her and I see
med to remember her almost falling off because she hadn’t wanted to hold on to me. Apparently she had no problems with it now and, fuck, neither did I.

  She was hot and her bare thighs spread on either side of mine felt insanely good. And the feel of her fit in perfectly with the usual thrill I got out of riding. With the freedom of it.

  I didn’t like the thought, though, didn’t like the way it tightened in my chest, so I ignored it, opening the throttle and going faster instead.

  My place wasn’t anything fancy, just an old warehouse building that had been converted. I had the bottom floor, which suited me fine, because it gave me a ton of room for a workshop where I could work on my bikes.

  I liked dicking around with engines and parts. I liked taking them apart and putting them back together again. I liked making shit go. An engine was simply a giant puzzle and I’d always liked puzzles, even back when I was a kid.

  Couldn’t read, but give me a Rubik’s cube and I could solve that motherfucker in ten seconds flat.

  I rode straight up to the automatic roller door at the back of the building and pressed the button to open it—I’d rigged up an automatic door opener since I hated getting off my bike to open fucking doors—then I rode straight inside.

  The whole place was just a wide-open space, with a few walls to separate off the bathroom and a set of iron stairs that led to a mezzanine where I had my bed. Down one end of the giant room was a kitchen—simple, like me—and down the other was the workshop, with a big workbench that ran along the wall and lots of shelves above it. I had a few bikes parked up—the brothers often got me to work on theirs—and there was one up on a stand.

  In the middle of the room was a couch and a couple of chairs as a living area, plus a huge-ass TV—I liked movies and plenty of the brothers had enjoyed the odd football game around here, too.

  Parking the bike down the workshop end, I kicked down the stand and got off, turning to help Summer. She was fiddling with her helmet, trying to get it undone, but I knocked her hands away and pulled it off for her. She blinked up at me, her hood falling back and revealing her face, all pink and pretty, and her pale hair spread over her shoulders.

  My groin ached, my fucking dick reminding me that it was impatient and now she was here, in my territory, I could do whatever the hell I wanted with her.

  Starting fucking now.

  ‘Lift your arms,’ I ordered and her arms came up just like that, as if she’d been born to obey my orders.

  My cock got even harder.

  I saw belated realisation cross her face about what she was doing, but by that stage it was too late. I already had my hands on her hoodie and I was pulling it up and over her head, then dropping it to the floor. Finally getting to see what she was wearing under all that cotton.

  And, fuck me, I nearly had a heart attack.

  All she had on was the tiniest, tightest, stretchiest blue crop top in the entire history of the world. It left a whole lot of the pale skin of her stomach on show and pulled tight across a pair of small, perfectly rounded little tits. It also left her shoulders bare and I found myself fascinated by the delicate shape of her collarbones and by the hollow of her throat where her pulse was beating hard and fast.

  She wasn’t wearing a bra, her hard nipples obvious through the fabric of her top, a fact she clearly had no idea about since she made no effort to cover them. Instead, she glanced away from me, looking curiously around at the apartment like a kid in a toy shop.

  I didn’t usually bring chicks back here and the few times I had, it wasn’t my place they were interested in, not when they could get their hands on my cock. But not Summer apparently, and it put me off guard. Made me feel...uncomfortable, as if she could see things about me just from my place that I wasn’t ready to show anyone.

  ‘Wow,’ she murmured, staring at my workbench, her eyes widening. ‘You’ve got a workshop in your apartment. How cool.’

  Oh, no, I didn’t want her getting interested. Not now.

  I reached out and put a finger under her chin, urging her gaze back to mine. ‘Nice distraction, but I’m up here.’

  Pools of wide, dark blue hit me hard, like a sucker punch, and for a second all I could do was stare back.

  I was standing very close to her, those pretty tits almost brushing my chest, and that innocent, flowery scent was doing things to me it shouldn’t. Like getting me even harder than I was already.

  I’d planned to get her comfortable here first before we moved onto anything else, but after making her come back in the clubhouse, I honestly wasn’t sure I could wait. Which was a massive fucking first.

  Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed my phone and hit Keep’s number. ‘Prez, it’s me,’ I said when he answered. ‘I’m out looking for her. Let you know if I see anything.’ I didn’t wait for him to speak, I simply hit Disconnect before he could say a word, then pocketed the phone again.

  Summer swallowed and looked away from me before glancing back. Yeah, she was nervous. I could see her trembling. ‘S-so,’ she said uncertainly. ‘What do we do—’

  ‘Quiet.’ I lifted a hand and gently rubbed my thumb along her full lower lip in a slow back and forth.

  She took a sharp breath, stiffening as I touched her. I could see she wanted to pull away, but she was trapped by the bike behind her and me in front of her.

  Poor baby girl. Nowhere to run to this time.

  I didn’t give her any space and I didn’t stop touching her lip, the soft give of it under my thumb such a damn turn-on. I’d never bothered to take my time with a woman before, mainly because the club girls all tended to be as impatient as I was when it came to fucking. But it turned out that just running my thumb across Summer’s silky skin made me as breathless as being balls-deep in club pussy, so Christ knew what was going to happen to me when I actually did get inside her.

  ‘You’re shaking,’ I said after a moment. ‘That me? You afraid?’ I didn’t like that idea. She shouldn’t be afraid, and definitely not of me.

  ‘N-no.’ The stutter in her husky voice revealed the lie that it was.

  ‘Bullshit.’ I pressed down on her lip slightly. ‘Gimme the truth, baby.’

  She took another sharp breath, her blue eyes coming to mine. ‘Okay. Yes. A little. But not...not the way you think.’

  ‘Uh-huh. So what then?’

  ‘I just...’ Her lashes fluttered. ‘It’s only that I’ve wanted you since I was seventeen.’

  This time it was my turn to stare at her, my thumb pausing on her mouth, feeling like I’d taken not only that punch to the gut but a kick to the head, as well.

  Seventeen? She’d wanted me since she’d been seventeen?

  Holy fucking shit.

  ‘I know, it’s stupid,’ she went on, the words coming out of her in a rush. ‘But I thought you were...amazing. You weren’t like any other guy I’d ever met, dangerous and mean and hot. And I...I’m afraid, Tiger. I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle you. But I want to. You’ve been in my head for so long and I can’t... I just...’ She trailed off, blushing, clearly embarrassed by what she’d said, looking away from me yet again.

  For a second I wasn’t sure how I felt about that and then I realised that of course I knew how I felt about it.

  I fucking loved it.

  I’d been in her head all that time. Five goddamn years and all she’d been thinking about was me.

  ‘Hey,’ I growled softly, urging her gaze back to mine. ‘Do you trust me?’ A dumb fucking question when I’d never done anything to earn her trust, but I had to ask her all the same.

  She took a second, but only one before she nodded. And that got to me, too, couldn’t deny it. Been a long time since a civilian had trusted me, not since Mom and Tommy. The brothers, sure, that was a given, but everyone else? Nope. Not that I’d given a fuck about a civilian’s trust, not when they didn’t exactly figure i
n my life, but this one right here? Yeah, hers mattered.

  ‘Don’t worry about whether you can handle me or not,’ I went on, starting up that caress on her bottom lip again. ‘I know you can. But we’re gonna take this nice and slow to start with. Everything I do is supposed to feel good, so if it doesn’t, you let me know, okay?’

  She gave a little shiver. ‘Okay.’

  ‘Good.’ I let my finger trail down from her lip, over that stubborn chin and down over the soft skin of her neck and throat to her collarbones, tracing the shapes of them lightly.

  She inhaled, goosebumps rising all over her skin wherever I touched her, the pale, creamy colour of it beginning to flush pink.

  ‘Fuck, you’re sensitive.’ I slid my finger just underneath the neckline of that stretchy blue crop top, stroking the warm silky skin of her chest in another slow back and forth. ‘I love it.’

  Her cheeks began to glow, the blue of her eyes darkening as I stroked her, and I couldn’t take my gaze off her face as the effects of my touch began to take hold. Christ, it was addictive watching her get aroused. Knowing that it was me doing this to her, that no one else had ever made her feel this way.

  ‘So, what’s with the virgin thing?’ I didn’t stop stroking her, back and forth beneath the fabric of her top, grazing the tops of her pretty tits. ‘Never met a guy you really liked or what?’

  ‘Well...yeah.’ Her voice had got even huskier and breathless sounding. ‘Plus, I’m just not very good with people.’

  ‘Are you sure? Maybe it’s that people aren’t very good with you.’

  Her lashes fell, hiding all that blue from me. ‘I don’t mind. I don’t much like people anyway.’

  ‘But you like me.’ I hooked my finger into the neckline of her top and tugged gently, testing to see how much it would stretch. ‘I think you like me a lot.’

  She took a ragged breath, glancing up at me, then away again, shifting restlessly on her feet. ‘M-maybe.’