by Rue, Rebekah
“Well? Are you just going to stand there?” The stranger says, brushing past me, causing my head to spin and knocking me off kilter. Like a knight in shining armor this stranger swoops in and catches me in a pair of shapely arms. “Whoa, take it easy there, grace.” I let him hold me, let him gaze over my features, feeling as light as a piece of paper in his arms. When I make no attempt to move, he keeps talking. “You’re one pretty little thing. You here with your boyfriend?”
I gently shake my head no, not wanting to skew my view of his rare shade of blue irises. They soothe me and give me the sense of being safe, even though I don’t know this man. He smiles, and using his free hand, he pushes the door closed, locking us in. “If you weren’t so drunk, I would make a play for you and snatch you up for myself,” he says, setting me gently down against the wall in the corner and unzipping his fly in front of the toilet. Like nothing he pulls himself out, unashamed. I should run, except I’m afraid I’ll trip and knock myself out, putting me in a worse position than I already am. After he washes his hands, the stranger helps me up, wrapping a beefy arm around my waist for support. “Stay with me. You don’t need to be wandering around alone. Someone is going to take advantage of you.”
It all takes a moment to register what he is saying as he opens the door, but by the time my lips go to object, my eyes connect on a very maniac Talon standing in the threshold.
Chapter 13
Lo
There’s nothing funny about the expression on his face, but I can’t help the burst of giggles that start. Both men gape down at me as if I’m nuts then glance back at one another in a deadly showdown with their eyes. I finally lasso my laughter with the words Talon speaks.
“Hello, brother.”
Oh shit, I think, clenching my throat muscles to stop the second round of giggles. It doesn’t work.
One of the Baylor brothers is scowling while the other Baylor is smiling down at me. “This girl is fun,” Talon’s brother says.
“Yeah, now hand her over,” Talon demands with an arm out.
“Whoa, wait. I’m the one who found her.”
“Hutch, I’m not fucking playing. Go find someone else. Lo is with me.” Talon takes a step towards me, but Hutch twists, moving me away.
“Oh . . . so this is Lo,” he says, his tone saying it all. “Some protector you are, little brother, letting her walk around alone like this.”
“Damn it, don’t start that shit.” He’s breathing through his teeth. “I tried, okay? We tried! Every year I beat myself up over it, so just drop it.”
“Okay.” He pauses. “Mom is improving though.”
“I don’t give two shits about what that cunt does.”
I’m bug-eyed sober after that. Everyone’s good mood has soured, and if this is Talon’s brother, I don’t need to be under his arm. I move away from Hutch, shrugging him off, and go straight into Talon’s arms, resting a hand over his heart and giving him a reassuring squeeze. I so badly want to defuse this bomb, and like a push of anesthesia, his muscles relax. Hutch doesn’t seem to miss a beat, giving us a rapt look.
“Wow, okay. Well, I see you have everything under control again so . . . Lo, it was very nice to meet you.” He turns to Talon. “Try to enjoy the rest of your birthday, little brother.” With that, he slaps Talon on the back and leaves.
“Hey,” I gently say, tapping my hand that was over his heart, breaking through his dreary thoughts. “Come with me. I’ve got something to give you.” I lead him through the house, forgetting about Hutch, to the garage, flicking on the overhead light. Black gloss shines under dim fluorescent lighting; the slight scent of exhaust vapors still lingers.
“Have you lost your mind?” he asks. “We’re in the garage.”
“Look in your car.” I motion with a swing of my head. It takes him a minute to obey, but Talon walks over, eyeing me as he passes, opening the driver’s door and easily sinking in the seat. Like second nature his hands rest on the steering wheel and that’s when it hits him. My gift.
“Wow,” he whispers. “Wow, Lo, this is . . . Wow, I don’t know what to say.” He stammers, and his forehead creases, closely examining the random logos and brands, as he fingers the smooth leather, strong stitching, and colors that now make up his steering-wheel wrap composed of all my old bracelets. It’s like having bits of my life, my journeys from all over stitched into one canvas. I stand off to the side, watching him in awe, thinking how lucky I am to have him in my life. When he’s finished admiring, he twists in his seat, giving me a grateful smile and appreciative eyes, stealing my heart. “Now I’ll have you, my lucky charm, with me always.” The gentle emotions in his voice almost make me cry, all anger from before gone. He steps out and twists me up in his arms, pressing me to his warm chest. I don’t move. In that moment, in that very moment for the first time, I feel something. I feel like I have something to lose. Wrongs turn to rights, life sprouts from death, and like grows into love. Not a deep throw-yourself-in front-of-a-car love but a baby love to protect and nurture.
The truth is I’m finally ready to move forward.
His hold is tight and safe. I need safe.
It all starts with one kiss to the top of my head then two. Winged butterflies flutter up my center, and the mix of alcohol makes me fearless. I want Talon, crave him. So I tip my face upward, cannonballing into a sea of deep blue, offering up my needy lips. In slow motion, Talon pulls my face to his and stops.
He’s barely hanging on to his control. I’ve watched him, with other girls; he plays the bad ass and doesn’t care what they think when he breaks their hearts. He can easily disconnect from the true meaning of the act. But I’m not other girls and I like my heart.
He’s holding back. I see nothing but uncertainty, vulnerability, and how gorgeous he is. So I make his decision for him with the slightest of pushes, ensuring he won’t resist. “Take them; they’re yours,” I whisper, parting my lips and barely flicking the tip of my tongue up the center of his lips.
That does it and his control explodes, igniting our lips in a rush of power. His hands slide back, taking fistfuls of blond locks, angling my head back. He’s rough, but I like it, responding to his pull. His hands rock us to the rhythm of our kiss as we frantically explore every curve, every corner, memorizing what we’ve never been allowed to do before. Never in my wildest dream have I been kissed like this. It’s fierce.
My world is spinning, so my hands grasp at his solid wrists for support, moving with them as they travel down me, over my shoulders, down my spine, around my hips, and that’s when he breaks my grip, cuffing my wrists behind my back, taut against my ass. Gaining all control.
He opens his eyes, pulling back, completely out of breath. For a split second, worry creases his brow as if he’s unsure if we just made a mess. His reaction makes me smile. Can it be our kiss actually means something to him? Something more than all the other times he’s given his kisses away.
The light above us trembles from the heavy music inside. I pant through my thumping heart, pulling a wrist free and placing it to the center of his chest. Without resistance, I inch him backwards until the stool sitting against the wall touches the backs of his thighs, and with the slightest push, he sits. I want to make this good, but I don’t want him combusting in his pants either. Gracefully, I step between his parted legs, facing him, loosening things up with the sway of my hips. Side to side feeling the beat, I reach into my hair, tousling its beauty, letting it fall across my back and around my breasts.
He tries running his hands up my thighs to my hips, but I spank a hand, shaking a finger in his directions. “No touching.” I purr with a confident smile. He groans, scraping his teeth across his lower lip. I can see it’s taking everything in him not to reach up, and I’m about to make it worse. I slowly caress my arms with my hands up over my head while gradually turning around, continuing to sway. With my back to him, I brace my hands on his knees, arching my back, pressing my backside into his lap to a slow grind, rolling my he
ad, letting my hair tickle his chest. Blanched-out knuckles grip the stool for dear life. After an aching minute, I lean back against his front and entwine our fingers, bringing them around me to rest on my thighs. His lips are right at my ear. “Baby, I want that ass,” he says, moistening my skin with his hot pants. I pull our hands down between my inner thighs, caressing areas he’s never touched on me and rub slowly back up, making the journey inch by inch over my curves, tickling the soft skin on the sides of my breasts, then retreating back down over my stomach to my gyrating hips. With each thump of the music, Talon pumps his hips, his rock hard erection stroking perfectly across the nylon covering my folds. I smile, knowing he’s clearly ready for me and wound tight. I sit up, and he surprises me when he pushes me the rest of the way to stand. His hands spin my hips, taking both of my ass cheeks in his palms, and he stands.
I squeak, surprised, and hook my arms and ankles around him, shivering at the naughty grin I see shining back at me. “Where are we going?” My voice comes out weak and sultry.
“To my bed, now!”
His words strike me like a thunderbolt, vibrating my core. I need to squeeze my legs together to lessen the ache, but instead the knot on Talon’s waistband rubs perfectly on that spot. Am I ready for this? My hormones are screaming yes. Do I want to give my virginity up to Talon? The thought has crossed my mind many times, yet I know he will never allow himself to be tamed. Can I live with that?
He runs us through the house, not stopping when anyone tries to talk to him, to his bedroom where he kicks the door closed with a wham, tossing me on the center of his bed. I yelp, sliding over the sheets, dislodging them. On all fours, he crawls up my body, snatching my wrists and locking them firmly above my head. His weight is firm but not crushing. Just perfect.
His lips on the other hand . . .
Crashing kisses assault my neck to my collarbone, where his tongue dips in the hollow of my throat. I giggle when he nips up my neck but turn serious when he hits that magic spot behind my ear lobe, and just like that, I’m back in the mood. He continues around my jaw and returns to my lips, lightly running his fingertip down my arms until he reaches my breasts. Keeping the triangles in place, he sneaks under the cups, palming my breasts and rubbing each nipple sensitive, all the while massaging his tongue with mine. Talon’s aggressive and intense, my body’s puppeteer. He breaks our lips apart with the pinch of my nipples; I whimper, thrusting my chest to him, pushing my head into the mattress. He licks down my throat to the valley between my breasts, stopping to press a tender kiss over my heart. My heart bangs against my ribs, trying to kiss him back, but he continues downward, kissing a line over my hips where his hands lie wrapped around my bikini string. We gaze into each other’s eyes over the plane of my stomach, feeding off each other’s hunger. I feel myself grow slick for him, and with a slight of hand, he magically has the strings undone, pulling the suit from under me, throwing it across the room. I moan from the touch of the cold air, simply becoming so sensitive from all the play.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm, what to do with you first.” His head cocks, as he leans back on his heels, taking in the sights between my partially bent legs.
His erection stands strong, pulsating against his trunks. It looks big and intimidating.
“Do you want me to kiss you, Lo?”
I can think of nothing I want more. I bite my lip and nod, rising up on my elbow, but he grins with a Cheshire-cat smile, shaking a finger at me.
“No, my sweet girl, I don’t want to kiss you there.” He points to my mouth then drops his finger. “I want to kiss you down there.” I follow the line of his finger to my pussy.
Oh God!
He licks his lips, and with the push of his shoulders, he lies between my thighs, easily opening me up. “Don’t move your hands.” I pant, anticipating what is about to happen, wishing he had more hair or rails on his headboard so I’d have something to grip, anything! With a large finger, Talon spreads the moisture about, working it over my throbbing clit and folds in strokes, my muscles clenching. We are on opposite ends of skill level. “Pretty, pretty pussy, Lo. You have such plump kissable lips. I’m going to enjoy this.”
He puts his hands behind my ass, and with a jerk, slides my sex closer to his hot mouth, holding me in place. With one last rise of his head, looking through his dark lashes, he shoots me a sinister smile and then sinks down, disappearing. I tense, holding my breath. I wait for the initial touch. Wait for the rough, wet, slow drag of his tongue.
Then . . . I wait no longer.
Every ounce of air is pulled from my lungs. I close my eyes, tensing my legs, digging my heels into the mattress. I’m his prisoner mercifully absorbing every lash his tongue delivers over and over again.
“Relax, baby.”
I take a calming breath, telling myself it’s okay and let my legs fall back open. He takes my body to a place that is fucking incredible! His tongue dances in a circle against my clit, bouncing it around until I’m a quivering mess. “Talon!” I cry out when my orgasm hits, squeezing the pillow, biting the tail end. Shuddering uncontrollably, I let it take all my thoughts away in waves—waves lapping to the same motion of his tongue. God bless that tongue. A light bead of sweat lines my skin, and I hold very still, breathing through the tingling in my limbs. I don’t know if he’s looking at me or not, but I need a moment for my mind and body to come back together again.
After a few beats, I roll my lids open, steadily meeting a perfect face that quickens my heart. I watch as he straddles my hips, taking hold of my jaw. His eyes are intense and glazed over; then his mouth takes mine. His lips are rough. He always liked things rough, I notice, and I love every second of it. He’s just finished kissing me thoroughly down there, and now he’s giving my lips the same treatment. I can taste myself on him.
“You’re so tiny I can put you in whatever position I want.” Next thing I know, he rolls, flipping us over in the perfect position for me to ride him. I sit there a moment, stirred, suddenly realizing his shorts are gone, leaving his penis long, swollen, and thick against his stomach and my sex. I can feel it throbbing between my folds, and at this point, I’m so wet it can easily slide in. A shimmer catches my attention on the wall to my right. There I see my reflection staring back, replaying my every move in the dresser mirror. This woman staring back appears sensual, sexy, and seductive. Her hair is messy, and her skin glows beautifully tinted in pink.
I don’t even have to think about it. My hands stroke over his shoulders and run down his chest, over the contours of his stomach to where the tip of his penis lies trapped. My thumb circles the reddened tip, making it jump, and working out a thick bead of pre-cum as well as a few curses. His reaction makes me feel powerful and has my vaginal walls clenching at the penis that lies beneath. Using my knees, I push up, nestling his shaft perfectly within my wet slit, rubbing my slickness generously up and down his length, rocking my mound over his swollen head, and watching us move in the mirror. God, that’s hot!
“That’s right, baby. Watch us. See how fucking sexy you are working me over,” he orders in a demanding voice.
Talon’s hands are so big they circle my waist, using them to control our speed, pulling my hips down for a more intense grind. Rougher, harder, faster, I moan, slipping my hands into my hair mindlessly pulling at it, needing a release from the building pressure in my groin. The strings to my top tickle my fingers, and I find myself releasing the knot at my neck, letting my breasts bounce freely. Impatient as he is, his hands find my breasts, kneading the soft flesh, rolling my nipples to hard peaks. I moan happily, dancing like a snake being charmed with a flute, never removing my eyes from his in the glass. It’s like watching someone else. Their faces, their emotions, yet the smell of sex in the air is unmistakable and a fierce turn-on. I feel like a voyeur observing two lovers in the most precious act, yet I don’t want to look away.
I continue sliding my hips forward and backwards, sporadically throwing in a swirl. His face tells me he’s close, and
I’m right there with him. “Rise up slightly. I’m going to take you.” He groans.
I ignore his request and assistance, bearing down on his erection harder and rocking deeper. His fingers tighten in my flesh, and with a few more rough pumps, we fall apart, each one watching the other.
His load collects in a puddle on his sternum, his cock twitching out the last couple spurts, and then we both still in a heap of heavy pants and sated minds. My mind is blown. I roll off to my back beside him, my one hand resting over my slowing heart, the other bent above my head. I can feel my heart beating through my body, everywhere. My legs lie heavy and don’t work. As I lie there, the world quietly intrudes, and I suddenly feel a deeper connection, a moment of clarity, and then his hand softly takes mine. I don’t know what to make of it or how to put it into words, but I can feel our connection running through every nerve ending.
His hand slips from mine and I hear, “I’ll be right back,” in a low voice, feeling the bed shake. I haven’t moved, haven’t tried to cover up when he returns, semen gone. The bathroom door is cracked, saturating my side of the bed with light and spilling the noise of running water into the room.
Dropping my head to the side, my mouth runs bone dry as I watch him approach. Boldly I stare, enjoying his toned six-pack and sharp V pointing the way to his semi-erect cock bouncing off his thighs as he walks.
“Fuck me. I never thought,” he mumbles under his breath, looking over my limp body, rubbing the center of his chest with his palm from the side of the bed. Smoothly, he picks me up and cradles me to his chest, walking back to the bathroom where the room is misty and filled with steam. With his one hand, he pulls the glass door open and we step under the strong hot spray, letting it stream and pool on my pelvis. It feels like a warm blanket covering me. My muscles relax, letting my body go weak and my head drop back. The water is now draining in waterfalls off my long hair, sloping between my breasts and stroking over my hypersensitive clit as it swirls down the drain in a kaleidoscope of painted colors. Talon gives me a moment to enjoy the sensation, and he warns that he’s going to set me down.