“I need you, Talia.” Those four words are my undoing. I no longer care that I should be pushing him away. That I should be running as far as my legs can take me, or that danger is lurking in the background. My only thoughts are of him buried deep inside of me.
“Yes,” is the only thing I can manage to speak. He lifts me up, hands firmly planted on my ass cheeks. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me from the bathroom. The entire walk to his bed, our vision is glued to each other. He gently lays me on the bed and takes a step back.
“Fucking hell. You’re beautiful, Talia.” For the first time in my life, I truly feel his words. His words not only flood my ears but penetrate my soul. The way he spoke that came from a warm and meaningful place I wasn’t sure he had in him. And I feel it all the way down to the tips of my toes.
“You’re not so shabby yourself,” leaves my lips and I trace my upper lip with my tongue in anticipation.
“Good to know you like what you see. Because, Trouble, you’re going to be seeing a lot of me.” Time seems to stand still like a scene out of a romantic movie. The world around us ceases to exist and it’s now only the two of us. He reaches his hand back, grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls it off of his torso. When his abs are exposed, I feel myself begin to pant. When I was nursing him back to health, I noticed his physique, but he was my patient. Now, he’s about to become my lover, and I’m seeing him in a completely different light.
He toes off his boots and pulls his socks from his feet. Never once losing his balance as he stands and does this. Visually he is a dream come true, something most women fantasize about. When he slowly puts on a show while unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, I cross my legs to soothe the ache that’s started deep within me. When his cock is freed, I realize he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Commando?” Jesus, it feels like my heart leaped out of my chest when I see exactly how hard and big he is.
“My dick hates being confined.” Sitting up on the bed, I lift the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. I’m wearing a see-through lace bra. It isn’t my favorite, but it’s sexy. A hungry look takes over his face as his stare feasts on my body. Leaving my bra in place, I kick off my own shoes and socks. Then, since he slowly exposed himself, I decide to return the favor. Fair play and all, I slowly remove my jeans, exposing my matching pair of panties. “Fuck,” he hisses out, while slowly moving his hand up and down his shaft. When I see pre-cum pebbled at the end of his dick head, my mouth salivates. Without thought of losing my undergarments, I crawl across the bed toward him. When my mouth lines up with him, I lick the head. He moans, and softly lays his hand on my head encouraging me.
“You taste so good, Edge,” I purr, eliciting a groan from him. This act has always made me feel powerful over my lover. Using my tongue, I circle the head. Looking up at him when he grabs my hair by the back of my head, tilting my head up, I see nothing but heat in his gaze.
“You going to play with it, or suck it?” The masculine tone makes me dive back in. Opening my mouth as wide as I can make it, I swallow the first couple of inches. “Shit,” he keens out. Out the corner of my eye, I notice he throws his head back. While he’s looking up, I lean further into him and swallow him whole. I’ve never been one who suffers from a gag reflex, which has caught him by surprise. “Holy shit!” His eyes are now glued to my mouth. I hum in response then take my hand and start lightly gripping his balls. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he starts chanting. While I’m occupied, he leans over and I feel him unclasp my bra from behind. He lifts the cups away from my breasts, freeing them. “I wanna play with these perky nipples while you suck me off, Talia.” He pulls free of my mouth and turns me around, laying me flat on my back with my head hanging off the end of the bed. He removes the straps from my arms and throws my bra over his head. “That’s better,” he declares.
Lining himself back up with my mouth, he slowly pushes in. His fingers find my nipples and he begins to twirl them around in his fingers, adding a pinch here and there. I’m not sure how long he allows this to happen, as time is a foreign concept now. When he pulls himself free of me, he leans down, grabs me from under my arms and in one swift motion, flips me onto my stomach. A gush of air leaves my lungs, and I’m both amazed and more turned on by how strong he is. He lifts up my hips, pulling my panties down my legs, trapping my knees together with the lacy slip of material. “Edge, I need you,” I repeat his earlier words back at him. I feel him drop down to his knees. He spreads the cheeks of my ass to get an up close and personal view of my pussy. When I feel the heat of his flattened tongue run up my lips, I nearly face plant into the plush material of his duvet.
“May wanna lay your chest back down on the bed.” I hadn’t realized I’d raised myself up. I comply, and lay my upper body flat on the bed’s cool surface. I feel my nipples pebble from the chill, but the heat from his mouth counteracts it. A sigh slips when the tip of his tongue circles my swollen, needy clit. When he sticks his finger inside of me, I nearly detonate. It doesn’t take much longer until I do just that, explode. His tongue is magical. He mutters some words to me, but I’m lost in a tunnel of pleasure. Everything coming out of his mouth sounds far away as I ride out this ride of ecstasy. “You on birth control, Talia?”
“No. I had no reason to since I was no longer sleeping with anyone.” Now, I’m wishing I had figured out a way to keep up with my prescription.
“We’ll have to get that remedied.” The thought of needing to have the past sex partners talk flees my thoughts when I feel him swiftly enter my needy channel. “Fucking hell. Your pussy is tight,” his voice drips with satisfaction. He slowly enters and exits me, leaving just his tip in before pushing back inside. His hands firmly grip my hips, letting me know I’ll be wearing his fingerprints for days to come. Needing more, I push my hips back into him as he thrusts forward. “You need more, Trouble?”
“Yes. Fuck me, Edge. I’m not as fragile as you might think. I swear I won’t break.” As soon as the last word leaves my mouth, he pistons his hips harsher, faster, and my body instantly reacts. Goose bumps form on my skin. My chest heaves up and down as my deprived lungs beg for oxygen. Opening my mouth, I scream out his name as a powerful release takes over me.
“Give me another one, Trouble,” he bids of me, and I nearly plea for mercy as he calls me by the nickname he’s bestowed upon me. I can already feel the soreness in my body forming. I can feel my eyes roll backwards as he continuously pounds away. “Reach down and play with your pretty pussy, Talia.” I slither my hand down between us and rub circles on my clit, purposely running my fingers up and down his lower shaft. “Fucking hell, Talia. You’re going to make me blow.” I feel the pull of a smile form on my face. I want him to lose control and let go. He has a slight issue with dominance, and for once I want him to experience what it’s like to not be in charge over his body. I want to be the reason he can’t maintain power of his own body.
“Come, Edge. I need you to come.” He growls, but as my hand touches his balls, I feel them tighten.
“God dammit, Talia.” He pumps his hips several more times before his release hits him, drawing out another orgasm from me also. He leans over me, and his slickened chest touches my back.
Chapter Seven
Edge
No one has ever made me lose control over my own release like that. When she demanded I come, my body reacted, and my mind became a frazzled mess. I took her body raw, with no condom with every intention of pulling out, and I didn’t. This woman has a hold on me that no one has ever touched. It has me freaking out inside and I hope like hell I didn’t just fuck everything up and get her pregnant. I’ve never wanted an old lady, someone that could potentially become a weakness to me. Something so important that can be held over your head, threatened, or stolen from you in the dead of the night. Long ago I vowed that I’d never be susceptible to something so powerful. I was good with the easy pussy, the non-commitments, and not having anyone that can be hurt or killed. Not sure that I’d ever surviv
e such an act. Not again anyways. Losing my parents did enough damage to last one man a lifetime.
“What are you thinking of so hard over there?” Talia asks, as she lays in my arms. That’s another thing, I’m not a cuddler, never have been. I’m a love ‘em and kick ‘em out of my bed kind of guy. How does she pull these emotions from me?
“Honestly?” Not sure if she wants me to sugarcoat something for her benefit, or if she actually wants to hear my internal thoughts?
“No, Edge. I want you to lie to me.” Her smartassed remark causes my hand to fly and smack her ass. “Ouch,” she blurts out, rubbing the spot where my hand made contact with her creamy flesh.
“Keep being a smartypants, and there’s more where that came from.” I watch a sly grin form on her face alerting me to the fact that she enjoyed my little display of punishment. “Anyway, not sure that you really want to hear what’s running through my head.” I tell her as my fingers comb out her freshly fucked hair. “But if you want me to tell you, I will.”
“There’s nothing you can share with me that will shock me, Edge.” For some reason, I believe her. It doesn’t sound like a line of bullshit to get me to reveal what’s stirring around in my head.
“Truthfully, I’ve never wanted an old lady. I’ve never wanted someone so valuable to me that they could potentially be used against me one day. This is uncharted territory for me, Talia.” Fuck, now an overwhelming sense of vulnerability comes over me. So this is what true emotions feel like? An almost nauseating rollercoaster? It feels too late almost and I haven’t even buckled myself in.
“Did you ever once hear me ask to become your old lady, Edge? To be perfectly honest with you, I’m not sure I could ever become one again. This lifestyle scares me shitless. I’ve seen all the bad things that come with it. The bloodshed, death, and destruction aren’t something I want to permanently saddle myself with. I’m not judging you nor that of your club. I just don’t think it’s for me.” She traces circles across my chest with the tip of her finger.
“Then what do you want, Talia?” For some unforeseen reason to me, I want to know what she wants, and sees, for herself and her future. Even though at this point, I’m fairly certain losing her would make me feel some type of way, and not a good one.
“I’m not sure I can answer that right now. I don’t want to make any future plans until I know I can do so, without fear clouding me.” I can guarantee that day is around the corner for her. I’ll accept nothing less than. She deserves a life free of fear and pain.
“Then for now, we’ll take everything a day at a time and not overanalyze everything.” Seems acceptable to me...somewhat. And honestly, it throws some relief on my shoulders, even if it brings me some type of pain. It’s not that I can’t see a possibility of Talia and me, it’s that I’m not sure I’d be good enough for her. She deserves the love and devotion of someone who can give her a white picket fence. Two point five kids and all that shit. Stuff I have absolutely no interest in. Not now, and most likely, not ever.
“One step at a time sounds good to me. I’m not ever going to ask something from you Edge that you’re not willing to hand out on your own. That’s not who I am. I’m perfectly fine and content being on my own.” This saddens me a little to hear. She has no hope for her future. Can’t seem to see past today. That’s no life to lead for a woman of her caliber. Damn, I want to offer her the moon and stars in the night sky, but that’s not me. But what I can do, is set her life on the path for that to happen.
She ends up drifting to sleep as I continue shifting my fingers through her tangled strands of hair. I lay here for an hour before my body demands I get up and move. I’ve never been one who requires or takes a nap, but I’m happy that she’s getting some much-needed rest. Usually, if I’ lucky I can get six solid hours of shut eye before my lids snap open. Untangling her limbs from mine, I slowly get up off the bed trying not to wake her. Walking into the bathroom, I relieve myself, take a quick shower and get dressed. Exiting my bedroom, I stumble across Rogue who’s sitting at the bar. “Talia’s good to talk,” I inform him, as I take the stool next to his. “She’s sleeping right now though.”
“I’d guess so,” he chuckles, before taking a swig of his ale.
“I’m glad my sex life amuses you. One of us has to have one.” Catching the prospect’s attention, I signal for a bottle of our dark brew. It’s not a well-known brand, but it’s fucking good. One we keep on tap and bottle because it’s in high demand with the brothers.
“None of us could help but hear. You were both screaming and moaning loud enough to be heard in the next county over.” Oh, my President’s got jokes.
“We’ve got nothing on Mercenary and Harmony.” If he wants to give me a hard time, I can return the favor.
“Not funny,” he replies through gritted teeth before sucking down his beer, sending a glare in my direction.
Tipping my beer, I swallow while keeping a keen eye on him. He’s known for sneak attacks, and I won’t be taken off guard by him. Mercenary comes up to us and slaps me on the shoulder. Rogue turns his pissed-off look at his soon to be, son-in-law. “What the fuck did I do?” he asks, narrowing his eyes, returning Rogue’s pissed off look.
“He’s still having a hard time dealing with the fact that you stick your dick in his daughter.” Rogue chokes on his beer. Fucking phenomenal.
“Well, maybe if everyone worries about their own dick and not mine, everyone will get along just fine,” Mercenary declares, his look directed in Rogue’s direction. I’m not the only one who worries about Rogue’s temper and unexpected fists flying here and there. Mercenary and Rogue have had issues in the past when it comes to Harmony, but as far as I know they’ve overcome it. I wouldn’t say they’re all buddy buddy or anything, but they’ve seemed to come to an understanding.
“Whose dick are we discussing now?” Outlaw comes up wrapping herself around her old man.
“Mine.” She cringes when I say this.
“No offense, Edge. But you’re like a brother to me and thinking of your dick gives me the heebie jeebies.” We all begin laughing at her expression. “Can’t you guys come up with a better topic of conversation outside of your dicks?”
“We could, but what fun would that be?” I’ve always loved the banter between Harmony and myself. We’ve always had a special bond, one that I don’t share with anyone else but her. She will always hold a place in my heart, she’s deeply ingrained there. To the point, that no one else will ever be able to penetrate that spot...ever. I would, without any question, lay my life down for hers. Who am I compared to the amazing person she is? Others’ lives would continue to go on without me, but she’d be someone that would be deeply missed.
“Where’s Talia? I need someone intelligent to talk to, who doesn’t sport a dick.” Harmony rolls her eyes in my direction, pretending to be outraged with us. She’s always had a flair for theatrics.
“This one here put her in a coma.” Rogue points his thumb in my direction.
“Thank you, baby Jesus.” Harmony bounces excitedly up and down.
“Don’t do that.” I admonish her. “You’re going to drop that baby out of you if you keep prancing around like that.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, she balls up her fist and punches me in the gut. I do a pretend oomph.
“The fuck did you do that for?” She knows I’m playing with her.
“If you don’t know why, then you’re an idiot.” She raises an eyebrow in my direction, and I know she’s waiting for me to answer her earlier question. “So, Talia? Is she really in a sex-induced coma? And I’m excited to have another old lady join the fold. I need another female in my life, Edge. With Harlow away visiting her sister, I need the female camaraderie. Don’t screw this up.”
“She doesn’t want, nor have the desire to become an old lady. Her ex, who goes by the roadname Snowman, and the Pussy Henchmen have ruined that for her.” This statement causes my stomach to clench in agony. I know that she deserves better than m
e, than this life, but there’s a part of me that wants to chain her to my bed and never let her leave. I have a devil on one shoulder telling me to take her for my own. But, the angel on the other side is a meddling asshole who says that she deserves so much more. I’m a hard man, so being with me would be no cakewalk, that’s for damn sure.
“Don’t sell yourself short, Edge. You’re a good man. Don’t give up on her. She needs you and you need her. I hope you both open your eyes before you make choices that you can’t take back,” Harmony scolds me, like the sister she has always been.
“I’ll think about it,” I respond to her, hoping that this will make her back off a little. Talia and I are grown ass adults. We can make our own decisions, without outsiders getting involved. Hence, Harmony. She means well, but she’s like a damn matchmaker or something. She wants everyone to be in love like she and Mercenary are. If Talia is any example, that’s not in the cards for me.
“No you won’t. You’ve already got your mind made up. Don’t you?” What is this? Twenty motherfucking questions?
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