Page 41 of Summer's Edge

He stands up and kisses the top of my head. “It’ll be easier once I take up your guarding duty.”

He’s already by the door by the time I finally figure out how to respond. I rush after him.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be?” I ask. “Sneaking around? Keeping secrets?”

His eyes take in my nakedness, his chest heaving. “Yeah, that’s how it’s gotta be.”

“What if I don’t want that?”

He shrugs like it’s a take it or leave it kinda thing for him. But his eyes are telling a different story. They’re literally drinking me in, begging me to agree to this foolish plan.

“So it’s no?” he asks.

Finally, the tough guy comes out. If I say yes now, I might never get him again. I know that. However hard it would be for him. And I’m not ready to let him go yet.

“Just go,” I say. “We’ll talk later.”

He grins, kisses me again while grabbing my ass and grinding his hard-on into my belly, whispers, “I’ll miss you,” then leaves.

My head is spinning. I want him again and in a lot of ways I don’t even know what just happened. I’m not one to let things I want just slip out of my hands. But if I try to hold on to him too hard that’s exactly what will happen.

Maybe it’s best to just think of this as a good time thing. A once in a while kind of thing. A no strings type of thing.

Too bad it’s more of a long-time wish coming true for me.

No man has ever swept me off my feet quite this badly. And no amount of pretending otherwise will make me not want him all to myself, out in the open, day in and day out.

TWENTY

Edge

After the successful raid on Clive’s house, we spent the next day lying low and making sure there was no retaliation. In the evening we met up with Rogue, the president of Rogue Angels MC and Melody’s man. He’s the one we were helping by eradicating Clive and those bodyguards of his. As far as I understand it, Rogue Angels MC’s main occupation is going after the criminals no one else is going after, for one reason or another.

I’d hoped to see Melody while I was there to make sure she really was OK, but she was working at the ER and Rogue gave me the dirtiest and most possessive possible look when I suggested I visit her there. I was sure he’d fight me over it if I insisted on going to see her. And it was that possessive look more than anything else that convinced me not to push for a visit. She’s clearly in good hands and that’s all I need to know.

Ever since I talked her out of killing herself all those years ago, I’ve felt very protective of Melody. I don’t think she knew, but I always made sure no one treated her bad at the clubhouse. I also made sure the bastard who killed her family got what he deserved. But now, I think Rogue will do just fine making sure she’s taken care of.

And if he doesn’t, I’ll pay him another visit. No need to warn him ahead of time. I’ll just show up.

While I was figuring all this out, Summer was constantly front and center in my mind. Mainly in the sense that I will end anyone who so much as looked at her the wrong way. Or in a too friendly way.

So as soon as I got my bike from the clubhouse garage, I left the guys, saying I needed a good long ride. But I headed straight for her apartment. She lives at the edge of Main Street, over a bar called Woodstock that caters mostly to yuppies these days, but usually plays a good selection of music.

It wasn’t hard to slip past Trench who was guarding the entrance to her building, but it also wasn’t hard to break in via one of the bar’s back windows. The storage space of the bar shares a staircase with the rest of the building and that’s something that needs to be corrected if we’re gonna keep her safe. If I’m gonna keep her safe.

Which I very much intend to do.

I got no sleep last night after she opened the door for me dripping wet from her bath. A bath we later shared.

“You smell like a bouquet of roses,” Ruin says as we’re assembling for a short meeting to learn what’s what now. At the end of this meeting, I plan to get myself on Summer’s security detail and stay there for the foreseeable future.

“Did you have some fun last night?” Ruin adds even though I’m ignoring him as hard as I can.

“Yeah, Ruin, I did,” I snap. “Now drop it.”

“Dude, love has certainly not made you any more pleasant,” he says, grinning at me.

“I’d love to wipe that stupid smile off your face, that’s what I’d love to do.”

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