What a frigging night.
Arriving back at the pub I could already see Griz, Pick, Deanna, Julian, and Blue standing outside waiting for us. As soon as we pulled up, my door was flung open, and I was pulled from the car by Blue, who examined my body for any signs of injury. Well, that was what I guessed he was doing when he ran his hands over me.
Deanna shoved him out of the way saying, “You can cop a feel later. Bitch, what the fuck?” She grabbed me into a tight hug; a second later Julian joined in.
“Guys, it’s all okay. It was all a misunderstanding. Travis didn't know his men were going to taser me—”
“You were fuckin' tasered?” Griz roared.
“Holy Mother Mary.” Julian gasped; tears welled in his eyes.
“Asses. I'd like to have a chance at tasering them back,” Deanna said with an evil look in her eyes as she rubbed her hands together.
“Shit, we need to tell Talon,” Pick whispered. He looked worried.
“Don't worry, Pick. I'll explain it calmly and sweetly, and things will be fine,” I reassured him.
Well, that's what I thought would have happened. I didn't expect what did.
Chapter Seventeen
Violet parked the car that she stole back where it was, and thankfully, no one had been out looking for it. Vi ended up coming in Griz’s car with us so we could drop her at home along the way. She sat in the middle of Julian and Deanna, as I was up in the front with Griz this time. On the way, she explained a few things about good-old-rough-loving-Travis. They met in University, both sharing a love of Math. They'd dated for a year, had mind-blowingsex (her words, not mine), but then he chose to move to Melbourne. He'd asked Violet to come with him; she said she wasn't ready for that. She loved the country and her family too much to leave it behind. He made the decision to still leave; they visited and wrote for a while longer, but their lives eventually changed. They both became busy with their careers and drifted apart. I could tell it was something she had always regretted.
Travis was now a top-notch-businessman. Well, he'd have to be to have security men working for him—who tasered people. I doubted I would ever get over that fact.
Travis also had that huge-ass house and expensive suit, which explained that he had money. So what had he been doing with a fluff-head like Pam instead of tracking down Violet? Someone had better have a talk with him. Of course, that someone had to be me. I smiled to myself and gave a mental pat on my back.
After dropping Vi off, we pulled up to the compound. I hadn't been watching where we were heading—again, so I wasn't expecting it to be here. I just assumed Talon had left me to have a good night with the girls—Julian was now one of the girls— and had gone home to the kids.
Wow, that sounded fan-blooming-tastic in my head. Gone home to the kids.
So I was a little confused to why Talon would still be here at one in the morning. And how had Griz known he was here?
Pick was ahead and he opened the door to the motorcycle clubhouse, which I had never been inside before. What I had expected (which was run down, dirty and smelly) was so different to what I saw. As we entered, there was a small hallway with a room on each side. The doors were closed, so I didn’t get to see what was behind them. The hallway led us into...I supposed you could call it the main common room. It was large. Two massive tables and chairs were off to the left, and just behind them was a bar where three bikers sat whom I hadn’t met. To the right of the room was a row of couches where they’d sit back, chill, and shoot the shit. Right in front of us, across the empty wooden floor, was another long hallway that was aligned with many other doors.
“Right on. I need another drink,” Deanna announced, and dragged Julian along to the bar. Pick followed and greeted his other biker brothers with a handshake, and then, what you could call a man hug with a slap on the back.
“Yo, where’s Talon?” Griz called.
The first one, an older man with grey hair and a long beard, scanned me from top-to-bottom with an approving look. Another biker looked down to the floor, and the last guy, that stood beside Pick, with long dark hair and wild dark eyes, gestured with his head to the long hallway across from us.
I was a little disappointed Talon wasn’t out here to see me, but then I had to remember he didn’t know what had occurred, as of yet.
No sooner had I felt that disappointment, it twisted into rage. A door at the end of the hallway caught my attention as I heard it click open. Out walked Talon with a woman clinging to the front of him as she kissed him eagerly, and he was kissing her back with just as much passion.
“Babe, not what you think,” Blue whispered in my ear.
I call bullshit!
Enough! I have had enough.
I found myself striding down the hall, some would have run the other way from a situation like that, but I was running right into it. Talon must have heard my pounding feet approach, as he looked up with surprised eyes.
Surprise this, mofo.
“Kitten. I—”
I wrapped my hand into the wench’s hair and pulled her roughly back. She squawked in pain, and then I pushed hard, sending her crashing into the wall. A satisfied smile settled upon my lips.
“Kitten,” Talon snapped.
“Don’t you friggin’ ‘kitten’ me, you ass. This,” I pointed to the woman, who was leaning quietly against the wall while I yelled at asshat. “This is what you’ve been doing while I was kidnapped and tasered?” With my hand fisted, I punched him in the stomach.
“That a girl,” Deanna cheered.
“I should never have trusted you,” I whispered. Tears filled my eyes. I went to punch him again for the hurt and betrayal I was feeling, but he caught my fist and pulled me closer to him, his eyes filled with fury.
He can suck his own dick; I am not sorry for punching him.
“You were kidnapped and tasered?” Talon’s voice was a snarl.
Uh oh. I forgot calm and nice altogether.
“What the fuck, Zara?” his voice a low outraged whisper.
“Everyone clear the room,” Griz growled.
“Damn it, we’re going to miss the fun again,” Julian said.
“Call if you need me to kick his ass,” Deanna yelled down the hall.
I didn’t care. He didn’t frighten me like I had felt with David. He was pissed, but it wasn’t at me. Well, not totally.
“Don’t you ‘what the frig’ me, Talon Marcus, and get all alpha-angry. You don’t get to be angry now! You didn’t just walk in on me tonguing some guy.”
“Hoo-wee. I like her.” a deep voice laughed.
“Colin, let’s go,” Blue said.
I heard some shuffling, and then doors being opened and closed.
Talon’s grip gentled. “Babe, I just found out you were taken and tasered without my knowledge; of course I’m gonna be pissed.”
I got up close to him, nose-to-nose in fact, and snapped, “And I just found the guy I was with, kissing some bimbo, while all that went down. No, it’s not the fact that you missed out on it all; it’s the frigging fact that you had your tongue down someone else’s throat!” I stepped closer again so our chests touched, and leaned my head back further to keep eye contact. “There is no way you will ever get into my pants; I will deal with my stuff on my own. Now, I’m going to get Maya, and I don’t want to see you again.”
“Uh, sugar,” the woman beside us said. I turned to glare at her. “It’s totally not what you think, honey, I’m—”
“Let’s go into the office,” Talon barked. He grabbed my wrist, spun, and dragged me into the office with his tonguing friend, who closed the door behind us.
I pulled my arm free, went over to the far wall, and sat on the dark blue couch with my arms crossed over my chest, glaring at them both. The room felt too small, having Talon and his hook-up in there with me, as well as two file cabinets that sat just behind the door. A desk had papers scattered all over it. Someone needed to get organized. Actually, the whole room needed a
makeover; if felt gloomy. A few plants and a fresh coat of paint would do wonders.
Why am I thinking of decorating?
“Well?” I snapped. “I’ve got things to do; hurry up and tell me your lies so I can be off.”
“She’s a feisty one, Tal. Perfect for you.” Tonguer smiled as she perched her behind on the corner of the desk where Talon sat behind it.
Good. Stay as far as way as possible, ass.
“Zara, right?” She asked. I rolled my eyes. “I’m Livia. I manage Talon’s strip club here in Ballarat.”
“Oh, oh. How silly of me, so it was all a mistake; you were just here on a business date and they always end up with you two kissing each other.” My voice dripped with sarcasm. I got up from the couch. “Now that we have all that settled, I’ll see you guys around...like say, never.”
“That’s it exactly.” Livia grinned.
“Seriously!” I screeched. “You’re just going to admit it? So this happens all the time? Great, just great.” I turned my disgusted gaze on Talon. “I-I knew you’d end up doing this to me.” I closed my eyes trying to control my emotions.
“Kitten.” His tone was warm, soft.
“Zara, it’s still not what you think,” Livia said with a pleading voice. I opened my tired eyes; I just wanted to get Maya, go home, and crash. “Yes, we kiss, but that’s all it ever is. And that was the last time it was ever going to happen. Talon told me all about you, so it was kind of like a kiss goodbye.”
“No need, now. I’m the one going bye-bye.” I walked to the door.
“Zara,” Talon growled.
I opened the door...
“I’m gay.”
Tumbling around fast, I tripped over my own feet and fell to the floor. With wide eyes, I watched Talon grin and Livia, with a smile, walked over to me and helped me from the floor and back over the couch where she sat next to me.
She took my hand in both of hers and said, “I’m sorry that you saw that and it hurt you. I’ve known Talon for a long time now, and I know he would never do anything on purpose to upset you in any way. It was just a kiss, honey; nothing else has ever happened. I would rather have sex with you in a heartbeat than Talon any day.”
I nodded numbly. She sounded like she was telling me the truth, but could I believe that?
“Livi, stop coming onto my woman,” Talon said with an amused tone.
“Oh, shush. Tell you what, Zara. Any time Talon and I have a business meeting, you can be there; and if you want, it can be you I kiss at the end.”
I sat up straight and turned wide eyes upon her. She was beautiful, with short, pixy-styled red hair—still long enough that I could grab...um, like before...not in a sexual way—light green eyes, and a body I would sell my soul for, long, lean and exquisite.
“Well, you are beautiful,” I said. She beamed.
“Christ. Livi, leave now before she actually thinks about letting you,” Talon growled.
Livia giggled. “You’re no fun, Tal.” She kissed my hand, got up from the couch and went to the door. “Later, honey and...” She winked. “I’ll see you soon. Talon, now you have someone that’ll make my visits worthwhile.”
“Thanks.” I winked back. “Oh, and sorry about being too rough with you before.”
“That’s all right. I enjoyed it.”
“Jesus,” Talon hissed.
Livia left laughing, and shut the door behind her. The door I kept staring at because I didn’t want to meet Talon’s gaze. I could feel the heat of his stare, but I was embarrassed, shocked, and still hurt. Let’s not forget tired from such a long, grueling, and hard night.
“Kitten,” Talon said softly.
“Yes?”
“Come here,” he ordered.
“Nope, I’m all good here.”
I heard his chair being pushed back; excitement and worry coursed through my body as his footsteps approached. He sat next to me on the couch, and in the next second, I squealed, because I was pulled out of my spot and was straddling his waist. My skirt bunched up, and my exposed knees were around his hips. I looked to the roof with my arms crossed over my chest.
“Zara, look at me.”
I shook my head; I could not look at him because I would cave. He looked and smelled too damn good.
“Kitten, please look at me.”
“Why?”
“So I can tell you how fuckin’ sorry I am. I wish you’d never seen that, ‘cause it will never happen again. And I wish I could take that pained look I saw on your face, those tears that fell from your eyes, and wipe away any hurt you felt.” With a hand, he reached behind my neck and pulled me closer so our foreheads touched and our eyes met. “It’s you, kitten, ever since you rocked up to my door in a fuckin’ nightie and combat boots. Now that I’ve finally gotten my ass into gear and claimed you, I’m never lettin’ go. You are mine, kitten.”
I breathed in a shuddering breath. “Does that mean you're mine?”
“In every way.”
“No more kisses, even if they are gay.”
He grinned. “No more, but yours.”
Chapter Eighteen
Our lips met in an urgent frenzy. I threaded my hands though his hair; he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and pulled me closer. A moan escaped my lips. A deep growl left his that I felt down to my toes.
I had never been kissed with such desire and passion.
Talon’s hands fell from my waist and went to my thighs; slowly and talentedly, he ran his hands up, sending a shiver throughout my body. I was already wearing an easy access skirt, so I wasn’t surprised when they dipped under and his thumbs gently rubbed my pantyline.
A need surged through me, a need to rip our clothes away and have my wicked way with Talon once and for all.
Especially if he kept up this teasing torture.
“Talon,” I pleaded against his lips.
He smiled.
The ass.
His hands stilled, and then he whispered, “I won’t have you here, kitten. Not in an office; you deserve a bed that I can lay you out on and fuck you until you scream my name over and over.”
I rested my forehead against his shoulder and sighed. “No,” I said frustrated.
Talon chuckled. “Whatd’ya mean no, babe?”
Straightening, I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. “This is happening tonight and right frigging now.”
“Kitten.” His eyes warmed as he ran the back of his hand down my cheek.
“Talon. I mean it. We are going to have sex—” I leaned forward and hissed, “Now!”
“Jesus, babe, you’re making this hard for me. I’m trying to be a fuckin’ good guy here. You deserve care, time, and the right fuckin’ place. I’m not takin’ advantage of you.”
“No, please advantage away on me, and you are a good guy; but if you don’t do the dirty with me right now, you’ll soon have a very pissed woman to deal with. We can take our sweet time another time and another place, with a bed and roses and songs. But right now, I want you to...fuck me.”
His eyes flared, and from where I sat, something else flared in– surprise. On a growl, he lifted me in his arms and off the couch. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the desk where, with one hand, he swept all papers, the phone, and junk onto the floor to sit my butt on the edge.
“You want me to fuck you, I will. Really, I’m more than happy to, but next time we do it, we’re gonna take our time so I can cherish every fuckin’ part of your sweet body.”
I gulped, nodded, and grinned like a fool. “I’m up for that, honey.”
He closed his eyes and whispered, “Christ, I love hearing you call me that, kitten.” Upon opening his eyes, he reached between my legs that were still wrapped around his waist. He moved back, so they dropped as he slowly pulled my underwear down and threw them away. “I’d love to taste you right now, babe, but my woman wants me to fuck her, so that’s what I’m gonna do.”
“Yippee,” I cheered.
Talon laughed, shook his head, and his eyes turned serious. I watched him, and could have dribbled as he popped the button on his jeans and slowly slid the zipper down.
“Jesus, kitten, you turn me the fuck on just the way you watch me.” He licked his lips. “Are you ready for me, babe? Are you wet for me?” He ran a finger through my folds to see that, yes indeed, I was wet, ready, and waiting. I shivered as I watched him raise that finger, place it in his mouth, and suck my juices off, causing a moan from Talon and a groan from me.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he hissed, and then surged his hips forward. In one quick swoop, he was bedded deep inside of me.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. My head tipped back and my chest arched forward. I was in heaven. Happy birthday to me; happy birthday, and Christmas, and all the other holidays, to me.
“No, kitten, not God, just your man.” Talon smiled. I swiveled my hips and that smile fell from his face. He pulled out slowly and plunged back in. “Goddamn, kitten, you're so fuckin’ tight and wet.”
After that comment, all hell broke loose. I grabbed Talon by the shoulders and pulled him forward so our lips met. As we kissed and bit, Talon pumped me hard and good, just the way I wanted it.
It was possible I would not be walking tomorrow, and at that point I did not care.
“Talon, oh God, Talon.” I groaned. It was building and it was a big one.
“Let it go, babe,” Talon growled at my neck.
“Talon.”
“Let it go.”
“H-honey.” I arched as my climax crashed over me, and I was sure I was going to black out. But I made myself focus and opened my eyes to see Talon still over and in me, pumping hard and watching me with hooded eyes. One, two, three pumps later, he groaned, swore, and collapsed on top of me.
“You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me, babe, but it’ll be worth it.” He pulled back to look at me, smiling. “So hot, so wet, so tight. Never had it like that before, babe. You’re so fuckin’ responsive; I’m never gonna wanna leave you or your pussy again.”
I giggled. “That’s okay, ‘cause me or my...yeah, are never going to want you to leave.”
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