Summer Pain (12 page)

Logan and Sassy were seated at the far end of the bar. Apparently, they’d heard her statement. As they turned and looked at her, she felt a zip of guilt in the pit of her stomach.

Were her actions destined to hurt Tigger? If so, how could she stop a wheel already in progressive motion? How could she protect him from harm?

“What do you say we get out of here?”

“You mean leave the clubhouse?”

“There’s a furnished apartment above the garage.”

“I thought you kept a room here.”

Tigger tilted her chin toward his. “I shared my room with Cara.”

“And…”

He looked dumbfounded. “I didn’t think you’d want to sleep in the same bed I used with Cara.”

Summer stood. “Tigger, you and Cara shared a life together here. I know we’re just finding our place, figuring one another out, and we don’t know where all of this might lead. But you had a life before me, and I had one before you. We can’t worry about or think about the past if we ever hope to have a future together.”

Tigger grinned. “You’re all right for a classy lady. You know that, right?”

“And you’re okay for a bad boy draped in leather.”

“That reminds me,” he paused and looked around the room. “I need to see Devon and grab something that belongs to me.”

“Your jacket?”

“Yeah,” Tigger replied. “I left it here the other day.”

Summer laughed. “Left it behind, did ya?”

“Okay, so I tossed it on the table with great force.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

He bunched her hair in his hands and held her at the base of her neck before he gave her a sensual kiss. When their mouths parted, he said, “Trust me, doll. You’ll never have to wait for very long.”

Chapter Eighteen

A few minutes later, they were tumbling across his bed, stripping one another of their clothes in a frenzy to sate their lust.

Tigger had never known a woman like Summer. He couldn’t imagine finding anyone like her again. She was such an eager little vixen, and his control, when he was in her arms, was shot to hell.

“Please, Sir. Dominate me,” she rasped, assaulting his lips with a fiery tongue.

A guttural growl seeped from his chest, and he tossed her to the mattress, shoved her arms high above her head, and attacked her pretty, hardened nipples with his tongue. She arched as he ravaged her body, writhing under him as he showered her with his kisses.

“Make love to me, Tigger.”

“Sir,” he reminded her, his cock burning with heightened need as he used his knees to spread her.

“Sir, make love to me.” She stretched her neck and moistened her lips, offering her enticing mouth as if her kiss represented an intimate gift, his pretty little puckered present. “Fuck me, Sir. Please. Pretend I’m yours.”

“You are mine.” Possession existed in his heart and soul. He wanted Summer to understand. She would never need anyone else as much as she needed him.

They were meant for one another, and though they came together as suddenly as wild and violent breaking waves in the middle of a hurricane, he planned to keep her. He wouldn’t question their chemistry. Instead, he would embrace their passion, feed and nurture it.

He lowered his head to hers and kissed her again. This time, the kiss was slow and easy. He made love to her mouth, his tongue traveling across hers as his cock lengthened, his balls burned.

The need to bury his dick inside her was like anticipating that turbulent storm, and he was fully prepared to ride out the tide and see where this wave would wash ashore.

He wanted to tie her up, cuff her hands to his bed, and make her yearn for him in a way she’d never longed for any other man. Unfortunately—for both of them—he’d left his playthings in her hotel room.

Instead of wishing for things he didn’t have, he traveled down the length of her body, leaving a trail of kisses over her silken flesh before settling between her legs. He left fervent whispers in his wake as he promised to please her, vowed to satisfy her every desire.

“Please, Sir, pleasure me.” Her palms fell to the top of his head as she held him against her mound.

“Shh, sub.” He nuzzled her pussy, brushing his cheek against her opening as he savored their moment.

Good damn, he was horny. He’d never needed anyone as much as he needed her.

He wrapped his cock in hand and pumped, giving her a leisurely lick at the same time. “Mmm…baby.”

Her hips shot off the bed, and he smiled to himself as he repeated that same painstakingly slow lick, doing his best to hypnotize her with a firm tongue.

“Sir, please!”

“Tell me what you want, sub,” Tigger said, nudging her folds with the tip of his nose.

“Fuck me with your tongue, Sir. I’ve been a good girl.”

Good God Almighty, her words were like an aphrodisiac!

His cock twitched in his hand. The sticky evidence of his excitement drizzled across his fingertips and knuckles.

Tucking his hands under her ass, he drew her to him and entered her with a forceful tongue. She smelled like honey and tasted better than a cold drink of water on a hot summer day. And he was lost in the act of pleasuring her. He thrust his tongue inside her cunt and made love to her sweet pussy, traveling inside her until he couldn’t go deeper, he couldn’t lick much higher.

Her body undulated. Her hips pumped away from the bed. She pulled his hair and went buck-wild underneath him. “I can’t take anymore!”

He laid his arm over her thighs to still her and stayed right with her as she tried to get away, fought to resist the orgasm he fully intended to give her, as a gift, as a token of his appreciation and a symbol of a commitment he knew he was ready to make.

He was going to fall. Without a doubt, he would love this woman. There was something so special about their connection, a hint of what he’d been missing all along.

“Come,” Tigger told her, pulling at his cock.

“Come with me,” she cried out, collapsing against the bed.

He could. Oh yes indeed, he could definitely give her what she wanted, but losing his release then would be too easy. And Tigger didn’t want easy. He didn’t want to take the high road.

He longed to feel her heat and enjoy the experience. He needed to fuck her.

She needed him to thrust inside her and stake a claim. She needed him more than she’d ever needed another. With all the strength she could muster, she grabbed hold of his muscular arms and yanked him forward.

A look of surprise washed across his face as his body mashed against hers. “I should punish you for that.”

“So punish me.”

He shot her a lopsided smile and placed his palms on either side of her head. For a moment they stayed locked in this daring gaze, one that neither of them apparently had the strength to break.

“You can fuck me,” she suggested. “I know what you need most. I desire the same things. But right now, Tigger—Sir—I need you to show me how much you want me. How much you can’t resist me.”

Without another word exchanged between them, he lowered his body to hers, his cock parting her folds as he entered her without protection, his cock thumping inside her with rapid beats.

“Oh yes, Tigger.” Her fingernails raked across his back and shoulders as she held him close, kept him locked inside her walls.

“Come.” He hammered harder and harder as her channel pulsed around him. “Come now, sub.”

“Protection.”

Her head rolled from side to side. She was too far gone now. It was too late to be responsible, much too late to think about the possibilities.

Her pussy milked his cock as he reared back and threw her legs over his shoulder, fucking her pussy until she was just moments, mere seconds away from exploding around him.

And right as her orgasm rolled over her, he withdrew, and in one fluid motion, his fingers replaced his cock. His dick pressed against her back entrance.

“Tigger!” she cried out, her body convulsing. Her orgasm rolling over her with a wicked force so violent, every muscle and every cell, convulsed.

He slowly entered her ass, stretching her as he claimed her. His fingers never stilled as he worked them in a scissor-like fashion.

She was coming apart. She was falling into a never-ending, sensational experience. She was, in every way that mattered, completely and utterly his.

Chapter Nineteen

She fell asleep in his arms and awoke the same way. Resting her head on his chest, Summer stared around the dimly lit room, full of hope yet full of regrets.

She felt as if she were torn between two lovers, straddling a fence between right and wrong. There wasn’t any easy way to resolve these unsettling feelings.

When she’d arrived in Fall Branch, she’d known she had a job to do. She’d been hired to find out which agent was dirty and which one had stayed the course. In all actuality, the Feds could’ve found out the truth just by paying attention to the evidence. There was enough there to show which man was interested in bringing down the MC and which one had no intentions of ever leaving his powerful position.

Lying perfectly still, she fought to contain her tears as Tigger’s arms tightened around her body. He made her feel so safe and secure. There was such appreciation in his eyes when he glanced her way. He already watched her with that knowing look, the one a man gives his woman when they shared dirty, little secrets between them.

She was, in every way that mattered, already Tigger’s old lady. And he was, in every practical sense, a common criminal, a Fed’s target, a real MC thug.

As the first tear finally washed across her cheek, she considered what needed to be done. She couldn’t straddle that proverbial fence. She couldn’t be with Tigger and contemplate her next move as an undercover agent. She couldn’t lead him to her bed, make love to him, and trust him when she couldn’t be trusted as his lover and friend.

The damage she could do to this man was irrefutable. The feelings he stirred within her were impossible to deny as well.

Summer wanted him. She desired him more than she’d ever need or want anyone else. And she also knew what she had to do if she ever hoped to keep him.

She had to walk away.

* * * *

An hour later, Summer entered the Carnegie Hotel. She went to her hotel room, packed her belongings, drafted a handwritten letter, and waited.

About thirty minutes after her wait had begun, her cell phone buzzed. Tigger was trying to reach her, but she didn’t answer.

Another half hour passed. Another call came in and went unanswered.

Her heart clenched as she considered the consequences of her forthcoming actions. She had no recourse. She’d already set the bar high for expectations, and if Tigger didn’t have the same goals as she did, then all of this would eventually be for nothing.

About that time, a knock fell upon the door. “It’s Mark.”

As soon as she greeted him, she gave him the sealed envelope.

“What’s this?”

“A copy of my resignation. The original has already been sent by courier to the Senior Agent in Charge.”

A smile tilted his lips. “You think it’s that easy?”

“Believe me. It’s that easy.”

“You think he’s worth it?”

“I don’t want to be involved with this operation.”

“So you’re throwing away your career because you don’t like the way your current assignment is progressing?”

“I’m allowing you to see my resignation, so you understand I’m walking away.”

Mark stood taller. “And just what do you hope to accomplish by quitting?”

“I’ll have peace of mind. That’s worth something.”

“It’s not worth much when you’re broke.”

“Goodbye, Mark.”

He didn’t budge.

“We don’t have anything else left to say to each other,” Summer insisted.

“That’s where I beg to differ.” He took a seat on a nearby chair and pointed to the bed. “Sit.”

“I’ll stand.”

“Suit yourself, Agent Pain.” He sniffed. “Let me explain how cases like this work.”

“Cases?” She laughed. “You don’t have a case when you aren’t working to gather evidence. Instead, you’re hiding whatever you do find to ensure there never will be a case worth pursuing.”

“Your opinion.”

“It’s the facts,” she said, standing by her beliefs.

“Regardless, there’s something you should know. Let me put this…uh…situation in layman’s terms. When you’re assigned an undercover role like the one you assumed, it’s pretty much like this. You can take the position, assume the role you’re supposed to play, but you can’t walk away. It’s like hell. You can enter, but you can’t leave.”

Summer grabbed her luggage and Tigger’s duffle bag. She slung her purse over her shoulder. “Watch me. I’m not the one who chose to enter hell. You did that. And those flames you keep fanning from both sides? Eventually, they are going to entrap you in their inferno.”

Chapter Twenty

Tigger paced the floor. “Something is wrong.”

“Have you tried to call her?” Logan asked then glanced at Sassy.

“Yes.” Tigger stopped walking. “You two know something. What is it? Spit it out. Did you see her leave?”

“No,” Sassy assured him. “We haven’t seen her since this morning. Maybe, she went back to her hotel.”

“I called the hotel. She’s already checked out.” Tigger was at his wits’ end. Had Summer skipped town? If so, would she really leave without saying goodbye?

“I’m sure she’ll be in touch.” Sassy patted his arm. “I get the feeling she’s crazy about you. Maybe she checked out of the hotel and is headed back here now.”

“She hasn’t called. She didn’t leave a note.”

Logan frowned. “Tigger, what do you actually know about this girl? Have you asked her about her past? Do you know anything about her?”

“I know enough,” he said, though he wasn’t at all convinced now. If anything, he regretted that the first seventy-two hours of their relationship had been more about establishing the basis of what he expected in their sexual relationship than about getting to know each other.