by HELEN HARDT
I was talking nonsense. My cock was hard, and I wanted to fuck her. That was all. I’d thought one time would ease my ache for her. All it did was make the ache worse. The second time the same. By that logic, if I fucked her again, I’d want her even more.
Go, Talon. Leave this room and don’t look back.
But I couldn’t. I placed my hand over hers, still on my cheek. I grasped it, brought it to my mouth, and kissed her palm, her skin so soft and sweet beneath my lips. I gazed into her blue-gray eyes, so haunting, with a touch of sadness. Had I put that sadness there?
I brought sadness to everyone I touched. But then her lips, those beautiful full ruby-red lips, curved upward into a smile. She smiled at me, her steely eyes crinkling in the corners.
Her smile… My God, I’d sell my soul to the devil himself just to keep that smile on her face for all time.
Her lips began to move. “Kiss me, Talon. Please, kiss me.”
I stood and pressed my lips to hers. She opened for me immediately and slid her soft, sweet tongue into my mouth. I wanted to be gentle with her. I truly wanted to, but something about Jade Roberts brought out the animal in me. I wasn’t used to being gentle. I wasn’t used to thinking about my partner at all. I normally just took what she gave freely, unconcerned about whether she was happy with how I did it.
I slid my tongue into her mouth slowly, differently from how I usually dived straight in. My cock strained against my jeans. The urge to grind into her was great, but I held back, determined to take things slow this time.
But Jade had other ideas. She pushed me down onto the bed and straddled me, still kissing me, and unbuttoned my shirt. Soon only her flimsy cotton tank top separated us, and her hard little nipples poked into my bare chest. She kissed me with passion and fire, and my original plan to go slow was shot to hell. We kissed and we kissed, and then she rolled off of me, grabbed my hand, and slid it underneath her boxers.
“Touch me, Talon. Feel how wet I am for you.”
I nearly exploded. She was soaking. I traced her slick folds with my fingers, circling her nub, exploring her wetness.
“Yes, just like that,” she breathed. “I love it when you touch me. You make me so hot.”
I plunged two fingers into her warm channel. She jolted, grinding against my hand. I shoved my fingers into her again and again, finding her G-spot, rubbing it, fueled by her groans of desire.
“Talon, yes. So good. It feels so fucking good.”
If only those fingers were my cock, plunging into her, thrusting, taking her…
Slow, Talon. Slow.
But again, my plan went awry. She writhed against me, her hard nipples poking from her tank top, her juices gushing over my hand. I had to have her. I withdrew my fingers, and she whimpered.
“Don’t worry, blue eyes. I’m not going anywhere.” I slid her boxers over her hips and discarded them. Then I spread her legs and dived between them. I slid my tongue up and down her wet slit, sucking all the cream out of that beautiful red pussy. God, she tasted so fucking good. Tangy, a little bit citrusy—I could live on her essence alone. I plunged my tongue into her opening, in and out, in and out. Then I swiped it over her slit and up to her clit, sucking while I forced the same two fingers back into her wet heat.
She arched her back. “God, I’m going to come.”
“Yeah, baby, come. Come for me. Come all over my hand and my face. Let me see that sweet cream.”
She clenched around my fingers, her pussy convulsing in orgasm. My cock was so hard I thought it might break through the denim of my jeans. Had to have her. Had to have my cock inside of her. But no. Not yet. She was going to come again. I pushed her thighs forward and swiped my tongue over her puckered asshole. She tensed a bit, and I waited. If she was going to protest, she needed to do it now.
When she relaxed, I continued my assault. I tongued her little hole until it relaxed against my lips. I lubed it up real good and then slid my tongue back up to her pussy as I breached her tight hole with a finger. She jerked.
“Relax, baby. You’ll enjoy this. I promise.”
I slowly inched farther, until her rim softened. Then I slid my finger in and out of her hole while I sucked her pussy lips.
I lapped up a fresh gush of cream and then flicked at her clit again, sucked at it, and soon she was awash in another climax.
“Oh my God, Talon. Oh my God.”
When she came down, I withdrew my finger from her and stood for a moment to remove my jeans and boxers. God, my cock was so fucking hard. I fisted it, grasping the base to stave off my imminent climax. Her body was flushed pink from her orgasms, her pussy garnet red and puffy.
“Take off your tank top,” I commanded.
She obeyed, and soon she lay before me, naked and ready, and oh, so beautiful.
“I’m going to fuck you now, blue eyes,” I said. “I’m going to fuck you so long so deep, and you’re going to come again and again around my cock.”
I thrust inside of her heat. God, she held me so snugly. I could’ve blown then, but I truly wanted to go slowly, to make it good for her. I pulled out and thrust back in, and soon I was fucking her hard, hard, hard. She grabbed the cheeks of my ass, forcing herself to take me deeper.
And that made me harder. God, she was so hot.
“Take me, Jade. Take all of me.”
“Give it to me, Talon,” she said. “Give me all you have. I want it all.”
“You got it, baby.” I thrust harder, harder, harder, harder… I fucked her, taking her, but at the same time, a new sensation bubbled within me.
I wasn’t just taking. I was giving. I was giving something to her that I had never given to anyone else.
I pulled out and sat up on the bed.
Her eyes shot wide open, their steely blue burning into me. “What’s wrong? Why did you stop?”
I wasn’t used to giving. I wasn’t sure I wanted to give her anything.
No. That was a lie.
I did want to give her something.
Something from deep inside me.
From my soul.
But I had nothing to give.
“Talon?”
My cock was still hard enough to cut through diamonds.
“Do you want me to suck you?” She rose and sat next to me.
I shook my head. Not that I didn’t want that…
“What’s going on? You’re freaking me out here.”
Still I had no answer for her.
“Talon, what is it that you want?”
I looked into her searing blue-gray gaze, and I could not lie to her. “You, Jade. I want you.”
Chapter Seventeen
Jade
I looked into his blazing black eyes. “You have me. I’m right here.”
“But I don’t want to want you so much.”
“Why, Talon? I’ve already told you that I don’t expect you to love me. So we have a lot of sexual chemistry. What’s wrong with that? If you want me, take me.”
“I don’t want to take you.”
“You’ve taken me several times now. What’s the difference?”
He didn’t answer. Not that I expected him to. His cock was still hard as a rock, and a small drop of liquid emerged from the tip. Without thinking, I reached toward him and smoothed the liquid over the head of his cock. He closed his eyes and shuddered.
I rose, dropped to my knees on the floor between his legs, and took his cock between my lips. I licked the saltiness from the head and then pushed my lips over his shaft. He was so large I couldn’t get all the way to the base, but I got as far as I could until the back of his cock nudged my throat, and I withdrew. I licked the underside all the way down and then spread tiny kisses over his balls. I inhaled the musky scent, and then I moved away from his genitals to the sexy indentation of his hips. I kissed across his abdomen to his other side, his skin so warm against my lips. I spread tiny kisses over his thigh,
Returning to his cock, I nibbled the tip and looked up to him, meeting
his gaze. “Tell me, Talon. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want you to…”
“What?”
Instead of answering, he pulled me upward, flipped me over onto my hands and knees, and pushed his cock into me.
“I want to fuck you, blue eyes. I want to fuck you until there’s no you left. Only me, you a part of me.”
Exactly what I wanted. “Yeah, Talon, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
He obliged, pounding into me, his balls slapping against my cunt lips. A few seconds later, the blunt tip of his finger nudged my asshole. Yes, he was going to do it. He was going to finger my anus again. And I would not stop him. I hadn’t stopped him the first time.
And it suddenly dawned on me that I would never stop him.
Never.
He could do what he wanted to me, to my body, and I would welcome it. I would welcome it all.
I arched when he breached the tightness, his finger sliding in and out in a different rhythm from his cock.
“That’s it, blue eyes. I’m taking you. Taking your pussy and your ass. One day I’m going to fuck this ass. I’m going to fuck you so hard in the ass, and you’re going to come for me.”
His words made me gush. I exploded into a shattered climax. I cried out, my walls clenching around him.
“God, yes. That feels so good. Come for me, baby. Come all over me.”
The climax unfurled within me, taking me outside myself, making me tingle all over.
Rapture. Such rapture.
He fucked me harder, all the while drilling my ass.
“Yeah, fuck you. Want to fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.” With each “fuck you,” he plunged farther and farther into my pussy. “That’s it, take me. Take me, Jade. Take my cock in your hot little pussy. Take it all. All of me.”
And with one last thrust, he groaned out, “Yes, that’s it, coming inside you. I’m marking you. Taking what is mine.”
A few timeless moments passed with us joined, and then he finally withdrew from my pussy and my ass and collapsed on the bed, one arm over his forehead.
I wanted to say so much to him. I wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to leave. I wanted to tell him that I had decided not to leave, that although I knew something tortured him, that something was poisoning him, I needed to stay here and help him. I wanted to tell him that he meant something to me. I wasn’t sure what that was yet, but he meant something to me. Something important, something…essential.
But I couldn’t say any of these things. Not yet, at least. I lay down next to him when a fist pounded on the door.
“Shit!” I grabbed my boxer shorts and tank top and threw them on. “Who is it?” I called out.
“It’s Marj. Can I come in?”
I eyed the door. Had I locked it? I couldn’t tell from where I was. I walked closer. Shit, it was unlocked. What had I been thinking? What would Talon think?
“Just a minute. I’m not decent.”
“Oh, for God’s sake, Jade, we were roommates for four years.” The doorknob turned.
Quickly I pushed in the locking mechanism just in time. “I’ll be ready in a minute.”
I went back to the bed. Talon was sitting up, grabbing his boxers and jeans.
“You need to hide in the bathroom,” I whispered.
He let out a soft chuckle. “Are you insane? This is my house.”
“Do you want your sister to know we were screwing?”
His eyes darkened for moment, and his lips turned down into a slight frown. Then he nodded. “You’re right.” He headed to the bathroom and quietly shut the door.
I unlocked the door and faced Marj. “What is it?”
She eyed me. “You’re wearing your pajamas. You said you weren’t decent.”
“I…wasn’t. I had started to go into the shower, and then you knocked on the door, so I had to put my jammies back on.”
That seemed to appease her, although the skeptical eyebrow arch indicated she wasn’t quite satisfied with my explanation. I pushed her out of the room. “Let’s get some coffee. I need a caffeine boost.”
She didn’t argue with me, and for that I was eternally grateful. “Okay, there should be some coffee in the kitchen. Joe and Ryan were here earlier.”
Sure enough, half a pot of brew sat on the burner, still warm. I poured a cup for me and for Marj, and we sat down at the kitchen table.
“So what did you want? Why were you knocking at my door?”
“I decided to see what you want to do today. It’s Sunday, and in the small town of Snow Creek, that means everything is pretty much closed. It’s Felicia’s day off too, so I thought maybe we could have some fun.”
“Oh?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Yeah. Let’s make something. Let’s cook today.”
Although Marj loved to cook, I didn’t exactly share the sentiment. I’d been cooking all my life because no one else was around to do it. “That’s fun for you, not for me.” I laughed.
She punched me in the arm. “If we don’t cook, we either have to go into Grand Junction to eat, or we go hungry.”
I rolled my eyes. “If you say so.”
“Besides, we have the best beef in the good old US right here on Steel Acres. I’ll pull out some steaks. How does that sound?”
One thing about Marj—she could put it away like a teenage boy and still keep that gorgeous figure of hers. Probably because she was so tall.
A smile crept up on me. “Let’s make dinner for Talon.”
Marj jumped up and hugged me around the neck. “Does that mean what I think it means?”
I froze. Did she know what was going on between Talon and me? Would she be okay with it?
“It means that…I’ll help you cook dinner.”
“Yay! So you’re not leaving! I was hoping you’d decide to stay.”
I heaved a sigh of relief. “Yeah. I guess so. For now. I should get my bar results next week. Maybe as soon as tomorrow.” My nerves jumped. “God, I hope I passed.”
Marj sat down. “You’re brilliant, Jade. Of course you passed.”
“I hope you’re right. That test was pretty daunting. Two whole days. The essays weren’t so bad. I mean, I know the material. But that multiple-choice test…”
“How could that be the harder of the two?”
“Because the essays were straightforward. The multiple-choice test had no ‘right answer.’ You had to choose the best answer. I could eliminate two pretty quickly, but then there were two that could go either way. By the time I started thinking about which one it could be, I realized I was wasting time. The test is timed, so I had to decide on an answer and move forward. I think I know four that I actually got right. The rest were a crapshoot.”
Marj smiled and placed her hand on my forearm. “Jade, I’m really not worried. I know you passed.”
“From your mouth to God’s ears. I sure hope so. Although I have to tell you, I’ve really been enjoying working with Ryan at the winery.”
“There’s no reason why you can’t continue to do that.”
“With a license to practice law, I kind of feel like I should be practicing law. But at least I can continue working at the winery until I find a job.”
Footfalls clomped behind me.
“Morning, Tal,” Marj said.
I turned. Talon stood in his jeans and bare feet. He hadn’t bothered to put his shirt back on. I hoped Marj hadn’t seen him come from our side of the hallway. God, he looked good—his hair tousled and sexy, just hitting his shoulders, his long eyelashes fringing his dark-as-night eyes, his lips red and swollen from our kisses. Basically, he looked like he had just had hot monkey sex.
My skin tightened. Suddenly I felt very conspicuous. If he looked like he had just had amazing sex…what did I look like?
“Hey,” was all he said. He walked toward the coffee maker and poured himself a cup.
“Sit down with us for a few minutes,” Marjorie said.
“Can’t. Got work to do.”
> “Talon, it’s Sunday. And you were just in the hospital yesterday. Take a load off, for God’s sake.”
Talon visibly tensed. “I’m fine. And the trees don’t stop growing just because it’s Sunday, Marjorie.”
Marj rolled her eyes. “Fine, then. Go tend to your trees. But be back here by six p.m. sharp, because Jade and I are going to make a gourmet feast tonight.”
“Oh, you are?” He turned to me.
“Hey, don’t look at me. This is her idea. My contribution will be grilled cheese with tomato.”
His cheeks reddened. Just a bit, but I noticed.
“We’re having rib eyes, Tal. One hundred percent Steel-raised beef.”
That got a dimple out of Talon. “Best there is.”
“See if Joe and Ryan can come too. I’ll get out five steaks.”
“Sure, whatever.” Talon took his coffee and walked out of the kitchen.
I sighed. “He sure is a man of few words.” Except for when he was in the middle of hot monkey sex. But I kept that to myself.
“That’s just his way. Although I am a little worried about yesterday.”
I nodded. I was worried about him too, but I didn’t want to voice that concern to Marj just yet. I still didn’t know how she would take the fact that I was sleeping with her brother, and not just any brother—the tortured one. Why didn’t Marj see what I saw?
And then it came to me, like a concrete block hitting me on the head. Talon must have been this way since Marj was born. She didn’t know any other Talon.
But Ryan and Jonah knew. I had seen the awareness—the sadness—in their eyes when I had talked to them about Talon. They knew something—something they were keeping well hidden. Ryan had said it wasn’t his story to tell.
Marj didn’t know, or she would’ve told me. She and I didn’t have secrets. Except now we did. I hadn’t told her about Talon and me. A wave of guilt washed over me. I should tell her. But I couldn’t. It wasn’t just my story to tell. It was Talon’s too, and I had to consider his feelings.
She chatted on and on about nothing in particular while I sipped my coffee—man, I needed to teach these people about brewing strong coffee—and listened with only one ear.