Destroyed

by Jackie Ashenden

  ‘N-no.’ I tried to get my voice working, the word coming out thick and husky and ragged. ‘I want to...get out...’

  ‘Really?’ He shifted, another subtle movement of his hips rubbing against me, that ridge somehow bigger and harder than it had been before. I groaned, unable to help myself, pleasure beginning to wrap itself around me.

  ‘Are you sure you want to get out?’ His thumbs moved over my jaw, stroking my skin, adding more fuel to the fire burning hotter and hotter. ‘Seems to me like what you want is more of this.’ And he moved again as if to illustrate the point, nearly making my eyes roll back in my head.

  I’d begun to pant, my pulse thudding so loud it was a wonder he couldn’t hear it, too. I could barely take in what he was saying to me. All I was aware of was the gold in his eyes and the sweet, sharp pleasure he was giving me.

  He began to set up a rhythm, making the whole world shudder. Making my skin feel too tight and like I couldn’t get enough air. Like I was hot. Too hot.

  ‘What are you doing?’ I gasped rather belatedly, raising my fists to push at him, only remembering at the last moment what a bad idea that was. ‘I can’t... This isn’t...’

  ‘It’s okay, baby girl,’ he said in that dark rumble, his thumbs moving in a gentle back and forth along my jawline. The touch was almost tender in comparison to the way he was moving against me, the pleasure as he rolled over my clit almost vicious, making me moan helplessly. ‘Just making you feel good.’

  And it was good. It was so good.

  ‘W-why?’ I stammered, trying not to let myself get swept away by what he was doing to me. Trying not to give in to the urges that my body was sending me, to spread my legs wider, lift my hips, rub against him, grab some of that insane, delicious friction that was driving me crazy.

  ‘Why?’ Tiger echoed, seeming almost surprised by the question. ‘Why the fuck not?’ He slowed the rhythm a little, making it hard, more relentless, sending a shower of white-hot sparks cascading through me. ‘You’re sweet and you’re sexy. And your little pussy’s as hot as fuck.’ His gaze intensified, his thumb brushing along my lower lip. ‘Also, I don’t like it when little girls who don’t know what they’re doing try and use blow jobs to distract me. Makes me want to give them a taste of their own medicine.’

  I couldn’t process that. I couldn’t even breathe. The pleasure he was giving me was crushing me completely. ‘I can’t tell you,’ I whispered, barely aware of what I was saying. ‘I c-can’t... I don’t want to...’

  ‘Hey, hey. Stop that.’ His voice was dark and rough, and felt like a caress over my bare skin. ‘All I want you to think about is what I’m doing right now, hmm?’

  Again he moved, another slow grind right against my achingly sensitive clit, and this time I couldn’t stop my hips from lifting and my back from arching, pressing myself harder against him.

  ‘Oh, yeah,’ he whispered roughly. ‘That’s it. Rub that little pussy against my dick, baby. Get yourself off.’

  I should have hated the dirty words. They should have made me uncomfortable the way they had when Crash had said them. But they didn’t. Somehow, spoken in Tiger’s rough voice, they only made everything ten thousand times hotter.

  His movements got faster, and I was moving with him, entirely by instinct. The pleasure rolling through me was making me pant, my face so hot it was like my skin was on fire.

  ‘You’re all wet.’ The relentless grind of Tiger’s hips was an irresistible rhythm I had no hope of fighting. ‘I can feel you soaking my jeans. You like this, don’t you? Feels good, right?’

  ‘Y-yes.’ I couldn’t stop the word from slipping out and as soon as I said it, the brilliant gold of his eyes flared even hotter.

  ‘How good, baby? Tell me how I’m making you feel right now.’

  It was an order and I found myself obeying helplessly. ‘S-so good,’ I gasped. ‘I can’t... It’s too much...’

  His beautiful mouth curved in a slow, deeply sexy smile, as if he liked what I’d said. ‘Oh, it’s not too much. In fact, I’d say it’s not nearly enough.’

  Then he slowed his movement right down, each shift of his hips lazy and relentless, the pressure on my clit becoming almost unbearable.

  I groaned, starting to shake and unable to stop.

  ‘You ever had a guy do this to you before?’ Tiger’s gaze was inescapable as it searched mine. ‘You ever had anyone make you come?’

  I didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want him to know exactly how inexperienced I was. But there was no way I could pretend I did this kind of thing all the time. There was no way I could pretend anything at all right now.

  So all I did was stare back at him, letting him read the truth plastered all over my face.

  His smile got hotter, as if this was the best thing he’d heard all day. ‘You didn’t come down here for Crash, did you? You came down here for me.’

  There was something in the way he said the last sentence that I knew I should pay attention to. But the sensation between my thighs was getting too much to bear and all I could think was, yes, I had come down here for Tiger.

  He’s the one you run to when you want to be safe.

  The thought flashed through my brain, bright as a comet, then disappeared, crushed by the weight of the pleasure that was building inside me.

  It was too intense, too fast, and for some reason it scared me.

  ‘Tiger,’ I whispered yet again, abruptly frantic. ‘I don’t know... I can’t...’

  ‘Hold on to me.’

  It was another order and I obeyed without thought, too, my hands clutching on the heavy muscle of his shoulders. I felt him tense as I touched him, the heat of his skin like a hot coal against my fingertips. I didn’t jerk away this time, my nails digging in. He was solid, grounding me, an anchor holding me down as the storm building inside me began to shake me apart.

  I said his name again, sweat breaking out all over my body as the dark pleasure he was giving me began to escape my grip.

  No, this was nothing like my vibrator, where I could control the pleasure I gave myself. Where I could stop if it got to be too much or make it harder if it wasn’t enough. This was out of my control completely.

  The sensation was terrifying, like I was on the back of a motorcycle I had no idea how to ride, and it was going faster and faster. And I couldn’t find the brake to slow it down or the keys to turn the engine off.

  I had no choice but to hold on and pray to God I didn’t fall off.

  My nails dug harder into his shoulders as everything began to spiral out of control. I didn’t know what was going to happen when this pressure released and I was afraid I was going to shatter or break apart. That I was going to be in pieces and no one was going to be able to put me back together again.

  He must have known what was happening to me, must have read my fear. Because his long, muscular body settled over mine, his weight pressing me down against the mattress, surrounding me. Holding me. And he lowered his head, so his face was only inches away. ‘Look at me, baby girl,’ he murmured, those gold eyes of his taking up my whole world. ‘And hold on tight. I’ve got you.’

  So I did. I held on and I looked at him.

  And when the pressure began to release and the orgasm exploded through me, and I opened my mouth to scream, his lips were on mine.

  And all I could see was gold.

  CHAPTER SIX

  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. The
n, 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.’