Something else I was missing out on. Shit.
I tried to ignore all the hot sex happening right in front of me, heading towards my room since that was the only place I could guarantee we wouldn’t be interrupted by douchebags.
But, of course, walking down the corridor with a woman thrown over my shoulder wasn’t going to go ignored.
Sure enough, as I went past a brother getting head from two different women, he called out something about my ‘friend’ and that it was rude not to introduce her.
It was going to look unusual for me not to join in since it was well known that I was a big fan of the orgy, but since I was damn sure that the pretty little thing over my shoulder wouldn’t be thrilled if I suddenly started insisting on her getting to know the brothers and their cocks, I merely gave him the finger and strode on past.
My room was down the corridor a way, and I stopped outside it, my arm still wrapped around her thighs. She was taller than I’d expected and on the skinny side—I preferred chicks with a little more to hold on to—and I was weirdly conscious of the way she smelled, sweet and flowery and kind of innocent. It got to me, that scent. Not sure why, but it did. The club girls I was used to didn’t smell like that and I wasn’t sure I liked it.
It made me aware of how scared she’d been and of how I was now hauling her around over my shoulder like a sack of coal. Made me wonder if that really had been the best course of action, since it probably wouldn’t have helped her fear.
Then I realised what I was doing and glared at my door. What the fuck? I wasn’t used to questioning my decisions and I didn’t appreciate the fact that I was questioning them now, and all because of the way some scared little girl smelled.
Holy shit. I was going soft.
Irritated with myself, I opened the door and stepped inside.
I actually had a place of my own, but I liked to keep a room at the club because I liked being where my brothers were, where I could get all the cold beer and hot pussy I could handle without having to do a thing.
I wasn’t a loner, unlike my buddy Smoke. I liked people. I liked a party, too, lots of music, alcohol and women... Everything a man needed to feel good, and since feeling good was my preferred state, I indulged myself often.
Pity I was missing out on all of that now, though, which was pissing me off. Especially after the day I’d had taking care of some Demon’s Share MC assholes who’d accidentally-on-purpose wandered into our territory and had needed a little reminder to stay out of it.
Anyway, I’d been looking forward to some R & R tonight, a chance to forget about my problems for a little while, but now I had to deal with the tiny issue of a panicking civilian who shouldn’t have been anywhere near the clubhouse, and that wasn’t exactly enhancing my mood.
I kicked the door shut after me, then carried Summer over to the bed and slid her off my shoulder and down onto it.
I reached for her hood and pulled it off so I could get a good look at her, wanting to check if she was okay. A whole lot of silky platinum-blonde hair came tumbling out and down around her shoulders, reminding me of how she used to wear it back in school, in an untidy ponytail or in a bun wound around a pen or pencil. I always used to want to tie it back properly for her since I hated untidiness as a rule, but of course I never did.
Even with her hair all down, she didn’t look up. But I wasn’t having that so I put a finger beneath her chin and tipped her head back so I could see her face.
Her skin was dead white, her eyes round as fucking saucers and darker than a night sky.
Jesus.
It was all coming back to me now, that month I’d spent taking her to and from school. How pissed I’d been with the Knights’ then president for assigning me what had amounted to babysitting duties as a favour to the police chief. How she’d never said a word to me unless I asked her a question directly, and wouldn’t meet my eyes. How much that had irritated me because, sure, I was pretty scary but I hadn’t thought I was that scary.
She was looking at me now the same way she had back then, those big eyes glazed with fear, and it annoyed me at the same time as it made my chest feel tight. Because I hadn’t wanted her to be afraid of me back then and I didn’t want her to be afraid of me now. It felt...wrong somehow.
I had no idea what was up with that shit because it wasn’t as if I was a nice, caring kind of guy. I was an enforcer, for fuck’s sake. I made sure the brothers stuck to the club rules. And I only cared about three things—my club, my bike and making myself feel good as often as I damn well could.
Nothing else mattered.
Certainly not this scaredy-cat who’d got herself into some pretty deep shit.
But knowing all that didn’t stop the tightness in my chest. And I found myself rubbing her little chin with my thumb as if I wanted to soothe her or something. ‘You gonna tell me what you’re doing here, baby girl?’ I asked, deliberately using the name I used to call her years ago, when I’d wanted to get a rise out of her. I’d always figured that since being nice to her hadn’t got her to be less scared of me, maybe getting her angry would work. ‘Did Crash hurt you? Because I’m telling you right now that if he did, his name is going straight to the top of my shitlist.’
She didn’t respond to me ‘baby girl’-ing her. Instead she swallowed and I found myself staring at the pulse beating in the hollow of her throat. It was fast. Way too fucking fast.
‘Tiger?’ she said at long last, her voice husky and uncertain.
Hearing her say my name like that shocked me. I didn’t know she’d even remembered it, because she’d certainly never used it to my face.
‘Yeah, you know it.’ Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth under my thumb and I couldn’t seem to stop myself from stroking her again. I’d touched plenty of other women so there was no reason why her skin should feel any different. But somehow it did.
She blinked a couple more times, staring at me as if she’d never seen me before in her entire life. Then her gaze slowly dropped to... Holy shit. She was looking at my mouth.
That thing inside me kicked again, harder this time, and I felt my cock stir.
Christ, what the fuck was she doing that for? Didn’t she know what a come on it was?
As if I’d said it out loud, those big blue eyes came back to mine again, and she must have realised what she was doing because suddenly colour washed over her pale skin and she jerked herself out of my grip.
‘Don’t,’ she muttered, bending her head again and looking at her hands twisting in her lap, the long blonde hair in a curtain around her face.
‘Okay. So you can talk.’ I resisted the urge to grab her again, settling for putting my hands in my pockets instead. The warmth of her skin against my fingertips lingered, which pissed me off for no good reason. ‘You wanna answer my question about Crash?’
She was silent and I thought she was going to retreat, but then she said finally, ‘He didn’t hurt me. He was just...insistent.’
‘More than insistent. Looked like he scared the shit out of you.’
