Summer Pain by Destiny Blaine

all over the place. Logan thinks he paid you a visit because he suspected you mean something to me.”
    “Do I?” She caressed the bedspread with her open palms.
    Tigger dragged his hand down the length of his face.
    She immediately regretted the question. “You don’t have to answer that.”
    “Damn it,” Tigger grumbled, squatting in front of her and taking her hands in his. “There’s only one way to answer you right now. I see you in my future. Do I care what happens to you? Yes. Is it crazy that I do…considering my past with women? Yeah. It’s insane.”
    “But?”
    He swallowed. His Adam’s apple jerked. “I’m scared to death I’m falling for you.”
    “And that’s a bad thing?”
    “Terrible,” he teased, wearing a silly smile. “It’s too soon.”
    “Because of Cara.”
    “Hell no. This has nothing to do with Cara.”
    “I see. So why are we going to the clubhouse exactly?”
    “Logan is afraid the club is under attack. Gaylord fingered Logan as an undercover cop. At first, Devon believed Gaylord. A vote went to the table, and Devon wanted Logan out. We got that hashed out, but we can’t ignore the fact that Gaylord came here to see you. It stands to reason he’s been following our guys.”
    “Do you know why?”
    “Personally? I think Logan shook a sleeping bear. Logan has been collecting information about Gaylord. Turns out, Gaylord is an undercover cop—Fed, whatever—and now, he’s frantic. He’s obviously willing to go to any lengths to protect his cover. Logan thinks we’ll be safer at the clubhouse.”
    “And what about Mama ?”
    “I’d call her Cara if I were you.”
    “Okay. What about Cara ?”
    “I’ll deal with her.”
    “That’s what I’m afraid of,” Summer said, rising from her seated position. “The last time you dealt with Cara you ended up with your cock crammed down her throat.”
    “Really?” Tigger shook his head. “You’re gonna throw that at me after our night together?”
    “You’re damn straight.” She bracketed her arms around his waist, slammed his body against hers, and held him tightly against her. “Don’t ever make the mistake of thinking I’ll forgive and forget twice.”
    “There’s nothing wrong with your damned memory.”
    “True.”
    He winked. “Just saying.”
    “Okay, so I won’t forgive twice. A woman never forgets.”
    Tigger kissed the tip of her nose. “I hope not. Because I want a repeat of last night once we’re settled in at the club.”
    “You can have anything you want. Anywhere. Anytime.”
    “I may hold you to that.”
    She laughed. “Oh that’s right. Your club has a reputation for housing exhibitionists.”
    “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
    “And you say it like it’s the most natural thing in the world.”
    “I’m proud of my woman. What else do you want to hear?”
    Her heart soared. “Those very words again and again.”
    * * * *
    “You gotta be kidding me.” Cara glared daggers across the room. “Just who the hell does she think she is coming in here flaunting Tigger around like he’s her latest acquisition?”
    Sassy sighed. “Come on, Cara. Give her a break.”
    “No way in hell. I’d like to see how you’d treat someone if they waltzed in here like they owned the place, twirling Mr. Logan Marcs around like a new ride.”
    “If anybody is the new ride, lover, it’s that gal.”
    “Shut up, Jake.” Cara grunted. “If it weren’t for you, I’d still be sleeping in Tigger’s bed.”
    “You propositioned me, Mama,” he reminded her. “Next time you want a revenge fuck, see one of the prospects.”
    Cara shot him a quick glance, thinned her lips, and quickly averted her gaze to study Logan with fierce eyes.
    Apparently, she’d been under the misguided impression that no one knew she’d fucked Jake, too. Logan was smarter than that. Hell, even Tigger probably knew the truth. The blowjob had led to the whole wet and messy enchilada.
    Still, Logan stood back and