That was a major fuck-up that was definitely gonna stick with me.
And fuel my jack-off fantasies.
Bad move.
But since I’d already jacked off so many times thinking about her, what the hell was one more?
Or one-hundred more?
As pissed off as I was, all I really wanted to do right now was get my hand on my dick and maybe release some of this pent-up tension from this fucking day.
I started stripping off my suit… but my mind was too busy to focus on my throbbing dick anyway. I’d almost gotten used to the load I’d been carrying around. The constant tension and discomfort.
It was the same thing, every day.
It was the combination of being around Summer at her shows, when she was on fire like she was when she performed and worked the room… and being in the position of protecting her. It was doing something to me. Twisting me inside-out and making me ache for her like I’d never ached for any other woman.
It was some kind of primal thing. Alpha bullshit.
She was the party queen, and I wanted to conquer her or something. Have her down on her knees, gasping my name as I rammed myself into her.
Fuck, I was in trouble if I couldn’t get a hold of this shit.
I’d just never been this fucking tempted before.
I’d never lusted after a client. My role as bodyguard had never felt so goddamn sexual.
It was the way she looked at me.
The way she’d wanted me close to her tonight.
Can you stay with me…?
The way she’d looked at me when she said those words.
It was fucking with my head.
And just to make matters worse, Naveen had called while we were driving back to the hotel.
Blair Sanchuk was missing.
Our tail had lost him. Last night.
I’d found out early this morning, just before we flew to Montreal. Vancouver was three hours behind us, so I figured he’d turn up at some point by dawn, or at the very least, sometime today.
He didn’t.
All day, I’d become increasingly agitated when there was no news. He hadn’t reappeared, and we’d been unable to pick up his trail.
I’d told Naveen, Keep looking.
But I was losing faith, with every passing hour, that we were gonna find him at all.
I went through the motions of getting ready for bed, running a hot shower and getting in, even though I doubted I was gonna be able to sleep tonight.
Where the fuck was this guy?
Did he figure out he was being watched? Did he slip the tail on purpose? Did he go underground?
Or did he simply take off, leave the city? The province?
Did the Sinners help him disappear?
Or did the Kings get to him?
I was too fucking consumed by all of it to bother with getting myself off in the shower. I was already out and toweling off, and falling into bed, before I realized it.
I lay there, just replaying tonight’s fuck-ups in my head.
Walking away from Summer at the club. Leaving her with Yancy, with Andre. Leaving her without me.
Touching her.
Why the fuck did I have to go touching her?
I tried to relax, at least get some rest so I could be sharp tomorrow, and do my fucking job. But I kept thinking about her. I wondered how she was doing, alone in her hotel room, right now.
She’d told me she didn’t like being alone.
Was she sleeping?
I thought about Naveen’s call, the one that told me what I did not want to hear. That my team had failed. That we’d lost our eyes on Blair Sanchuk, the man who’d fucked with Summer’s peace of mind.
I kept checking my phone for an update from my guys.
Nothing.
Eventually, I realized I wouldn’t be able to let this go tonight until I called Jude. I didn’t have much of a choice but to tell him what happened. I’d been putting it off, hoping we’d find Sanchuk before I ever had to tell him or Brody that we’d lost him.
But it was now approaching midnight in Vancouver, and he hadn’t come home for the second night in a row.
Things were not looking good.
“Sanchuk’s in the wind,” I told Jude when he picked up. “Our tail lost him in a crowd outside a concert letting out in downtown Vancouver, around ten-thirty last night. He was on foot. He hasn’t been home since.”
I let that hang, in case he wanted to speak up and tell me the Kings had anything to do with this.
“And you’re just telling me this now?”
“We’ve been trying to pick up the trail. But I’m wondering if he might’ve taken a runner.”
“I’ll talk to Piper,” Jude said. “The Kings will find him.”
They’d fucking better.
I got off that call even more pissed off. Definitely wanted to blame the Kings for fucking with this, sending Sanchuk into hiding, if that’s what they’d done.
If so, maybe the Sinners were hiding him.
Maybe we’d all just triggered some biker war and Summer was somehow caught up in it.
I’d told her Sanchuk signed the peace bond out of fear of going to prison, but there was more to it than that.
He’ll be instructed on what’s expected of him.
Yeah. I could imagine what that would look like.
Sanchuk was probably far more scared of the Kings, and maybe the Sinners, too, than he was of facing criminal charges. And after receiving “instruction” from Piper or whoever dealt it out, he knew if he disobeyed the restraining order it would be the bikers showing up at his door, not the police.
I knew how these guys operated. Sanchuk would, too. Piper might come across as a reasonable man, but it was dirty as fuck in the streets.
We should’ve let the law handle it.
But then again, if we did… maybe it wouldn’t have been sufficiently handled.
Either way, I was just fucking glad Summer wasn’t in Vancouver when Sanchuk disappeared.
Though he could be anywhere by now. Maybe he followed us here.
Fuck.
I lay in bed, still unable to sleep. I was too disturbed. Pissed that such a fucking
