Talon walked and went right by me.
Layne stepped into the picture next. He stood there and folded his arms. He was like a giant in the shadows.
“You going to run after him?” Layne asked.
“I think I’m going to run,” I said. “I’ve done enough damage around here.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“All this is my fault, Layne. Everything happening. I never asked for this. I was just walking by… floating around… and then you…”
Layne gritted his teeth. He then launched at me like a large animal to prey. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into a side door. Right into a bathroom. He turned on the light, shut the door, and locked it. With one shove, I flew back and sat down on the toilet. Considering my angle, this was actually a little kinky.
“You can’t leave,” Layne said. “Are you fucking insane?”
“Why not, Layne? Look at what I’ve done. I was the one who said something to Talon about Gabel. He freaked out and killed Tommy. Now that detective…”
“Stop,” Layne said. “Christ, Everly, just stop. You haven’t been around here long enough to get how things work.”
“What does that mean?”
“Did Detective John take Talon away?”
“No.”
“Exactly. They need us. We’re enemies, but we have common ground. If we didn’t keep the MC going, the other crew would fight a war right in the streets to get into Brocke. Just to see their drugs, guns, and overrun anything they wanted. They’re like fucking roaches out there. The police can’t handle it all. And detectives? Feds? They don’t give a shit. Why would they? They want the payday. They want a case they can waste time on and then solve to close. This is a never ending war. It started long before you came here and will be here long after you’re gone.”
I shook my head. Sometimes this life was too much to accept all at once. “He took Hollis away.”
“Hollis is an asshole,” Layne said.
God, why is his voice so soothing to me?
“Drugs?” I asked.
“That’s right. He got popped. The only reason Detective John took Hollis in was to give him a reason to keep poking his head around here.”
“Doesn’t that scare you?”
“No,” Layne said.
“Why?” I stood up. I made fists and hit them against Layne’s chest. “Why, Layne? Why? I want to fucking know why.”
Layne grabbed my arms and held them at my side. He was way too strong for me. His hands gripped me so tight. Holding me tight. Making me succumb with force.
“Christ, Everly, take a breath.”
“Fuck you,” I said. “You brought me here. You won’t touch me. You left me to fend for myself. Then… Talon told me…”
“Don’t say it.”
“I’m going to,” I said. “Talon did time for killing your girlfriend.”
Layne gripped tighter and shook me. “Stop it. You don’t know a fucking thing. Just like Detective John. You don’t know. And if you want to run, go. Good luck out there. You’re on the fucking tape, Everly. Whoever wanted the tape has footage of you.”
“Am I in danger?” I asked.
“We all are,” Layne said. “So let the fucking past go for right now. I’m not talking about it. I just want you to be alive, Everly. Be okay. The last thing you need is to be caught up in my fucked up life.”
“That’s not fair,” I said. “You helped me…”
“And you couldn’t stop thinking about Talon,” Layne shot at me. “Now he’s here. Enjoy.”
Layne let me go. I quickly grabbed his leather cut. I moved to my toes and stopped with just an inch between his lips and mine. He stared at me, waiting for me to make that move.
“Think long and hard about what you want to do,” Layne whispered.
His breath smelled of smoke and whiskey. I wanted it.
Why?
“I hate you for bringing me here,” I whispered.
“No you don’t,” Layne said. “I saved you from reality, Everly. And if you want to dig in my past, open up about yours.”
A knock sounded at the door. “Yo, who’s in there?”
“Me,” Layne bellowed.
“Hurry the fuck up, man.”
It sounded like Austin.
Layne reached back and unlocked the door. He turned and opened it. Austin backed up as he held his stomach.
“Fuck, man, I’ve got to take a…”
That’s when Austin saw me walking out of the bathroom behind Layne. The look on his face was priceless. That’s all the club needed now - a bunch of high school bullshit rumors that I fucked Layne in the bathroom.
I broke away from Layne and ran down the hall. My emotions were a mess again. I rushed to Talon’s room. There was too much stuff connected in this clubhouse that I couldn’t figure out.
Something bad was coming after Talon. And me. And Devil Call MC. That detective - Detective John - was way too calm in the clubhouse. Like he was an old friend or he had a long history with Talon and Layne.
When I got to Talon’s door, I tore it open. For a second, my mind flashed an image of Talon standing at his bed with a woman bent over. Somewhere in my heart I still expected to see that every time I came into the room.
Instead, I saw Talon standing in the bathroom, shirtless. His back muscles were tight and rippling with potential force. His hands gripped the sink. Next to him was a gun. He stared at the gun. When he looked up and in the mirror, his eyes quickly reflected to look at me.
That’s when I saw the glistening in Talon’s eyes.
Holy fucking hell… he was in pain. A deep pain.
10.
(Talon)
On the inside, there wasn’t much to do when you were locked in your cell. Worse than that was confinement. Inside there, inside the cell, it was all about your mind. How to control your mind. Control your thoughts. Keep things from getting out of control. It takes a strong man - or woman - to be able to truly overpower his or her own mind. If you can’t, you end up with phantom illnesses, invisible enemies, and paranoia so bad you’re too afraid to even swallow your own spit.
I mastered my mind through the comfort of knowing I could end it. That was the task. Survive when I was walking around the prison and then when I was alone, come up with a way to end it all. I thought of some wild shit to do, including picking a fight with Mutt. Bring up some nasty details of his sad life and make him want to kill me.
Those thoughts were long gone now, but the freedom came with a wild sense of death. Knowing that it was everywhere. Just as much outside and inside. The difference was that on the outside I felt less protected. And that is a fucked up thing to realize.
I had maybe kicked a hornets nest, so to say, with this Tommy thing. And Detective John wouldn’t give up and back down. The only choice I really had right now was to stand and fight or grovel and take it like a bitch.
As I stood in the bathroom, I started to sweat. A sense of fear rippled through me like terror. Pure terror. I ripped my leather cut off and threw it on the floor. I did the same with my shirt. I took my gun out and put it on the bathroom sink. If I was going to take back the President’s patch, I needed to do it with action. That was my commitment. Shit, I could have sewed that damn thing back on me the day I got out, but I wanted everyone in Devil Call to understand that I was their President. Most of them didn’t quite get why I had to go to prison. It was symbol of weakness within myself. And you know what? They were right. Why? Because I fucking loved Layne with all my heart. As much as a man could love another man without wanting him, if you get the picture. And what I did for Layne…
I looked up and saw Everly in the bedroom.
I hurried to blink fast and looked down. What happened next rattled me to my bones. A fucking tear fell from one of my eyes. I could see it moving in slow motion. It hit the drain of the sink and exploded.
I need to get control of myself and fast.
I spun around and g
rabbed my gun. Everly was closer to the bathroom but stopped when she saw the gun. She slowly started to put her hands up, like I was fucking holding her up. That’s how much she didn’t trust me right now.
There’s a funny thing about guilt. It can transform itself into all kinds of other emotions. It can become a deeper sense of guilt, where you feel that everything in the world is your fault. Or, in my case, it can switch over to anger.
I rushed from the bathroom, gun in hand, eyes wide.
“Talon…”
“Shut up. Take your fucking clothes off. Right now.”
I was growling and I didn’t care. I needed release. I needed to get one out of me right now. Then I could think this all through and fix all I did wrong.
My grip on the gun was tight. Everly froze for a few seconds, trying to read me. I made damn sure to keep my eyes open wide for her to see. There were no fucking tears here, baby. Not anymore. Fuck no. That would never happen again. The shit with Layne… it was done. Done.
“Do I have to say it again?” I asked.
“No,” Everly replied.
She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head. The sight of her bare stomach and lacy red bra was enough to set me off. Fuck, no woman should be this beautiful and this tempting. She was everything to me… and she was ruining everything all the same. It was impossible, but it was happening.
Then Everly unbuttoned her pants and with a seductive little tick-tock motion of her hips, those pants slid right down to her ankles. She stood back up, leaving her pants at her ankles. Her shoes were still on. Fuck, she looked like some kind of whore ready to take it from me.
Maybe that’s what I wanted to see her as right now. Maybe that’s what I needed her to be right now for me. So this emotional bullshit could stop. So I could clear my fucking head and focus on the world outside the clubhouse. The world that was turning to shit and closing in on all of us.
Everly touched her waist. Her fingers sank into her panties. She then bit on her bottom lip and stopped. Her hands traveled up her stomach to her breasts. After cupping herself for a second, she reached back and unclipped her bra. She put her arms down, never taking her eyes off of me. Her bra fell down and to her feet.
The sight of her breasts made my heart pound.
“Keep fucking going,” I whispered.
I stepped closer to Everly. The heat between us was intense. I held my gun, finger on the trigger, making fucking sure that she knew I wasn’t messing around. Even though I had no idea what I was doing.
When I was close enough, I touched her side. My bare hand to her bare skin. She let out a desperate sighing sound and started to breathe heavy.
“Take my pants off,” I ordered.
Everly nodded. Her hands reached forward, tugging at my belt buckle. When she did, her beautiful breasts pressed together. Her nipples were engorged, thick and hard. It left my mouth and body hungry for her.
She opened my pants and slid her hands into my boxers and around. She then slowly pushed, inching her way down to her knees. A few seconds later she was eye level with my gun and my cock. I was thick and ready for her. There was no hiding it and no shame in it either.
Everly guided my pants and boxers down to my ankles. She then put her hands to her sides and remained just like that, on her knees, right in front of me, under my complete control and command.
She looked up at me and I looked down at her. If I wanted to, I could have thrust forward and forced myself into her mouth. I could have ordered her to grip her small hand around my thick shaft and start stroking me.
But I didn’t do any of that.
I just stared at her. Captivated by her beauty and what she tried to offer back as innocence. This woman cared about me and I didn’t understand why. Nobody should have taken time to give a fuck about me unless you were wearing a Devil Call MC leather cut and needed some protection.
But Everly cared.
I knew she cared about me and I knew she cared about Layne, too. It was the way she cared for both of us that was different. Part of me wanted to be jealous and have it all. But part of me figured it was easier to take what I could get… after all, look at what I had done so far since getting out of prison.
I looked at the gun. With the flick of a few fingers the clip fell from the gun and I threw the unloaded weapon to the bed. I then bent down and grabbed Everly by her ass. I lifted her with ease, listening to her moan and breathe against my body as I did so. She hurried to kick off her shoes, pants, and panties.
Smart woman.
I stepped out of my boots, jeans, and boxers. I took Everly to the bed. I climbed up with her body pressed tight to mine. My hands held her back. Her breasts pressed hard against my chest. Her hair danced in front of her face, moving with her breaths. All I could do was stare at her. In that moment, I knew if I placed Everly on the bed and fucked her… it wouldn’t be the same ever again. It wouldn’t be fucking. I would be making love to her body. Taking gentle care of her precious needs and pleasure, even if I thrust so hard she screamed. Staring at her was admitting to the connection between us.
And it fucking pissed me off.
I slid back off the bed. I put Everly to her feet and grabbed her at her hips. I kept her at arms length, my thumbs softly moving up and down her smooth skin. Just inches from her burning sex.
Everly’s eyes still didn’t leave mine. As I stared at her, I felt like I could read her mind.
What now?
My hands gripped tighter at her. So tight that she winced and put her hands to mine. That’s when I not only loosened my grip on her, but let it go. There was a few seconds of hesitation until I finally made my fucking move. The right fucking move.
I slapped my hand to Everly’s one leg and pushed to turn her around. She moved without resisting. Both hands were back to her to hips, only now her back was to me. Slowly, she bent over, taking handfuls of the sheets. I watched her beautiful sex become exposed to me. Her glistening folds, already parted, leaving too much temptation to bear. The curve of her hips in my hands, the curve of her ass as she lifted herself higher for me.
I knew she was an expert at this because of what so many of the guys from the MC had done to her. This was all she had been used for.
And so be it.
I grabbed my cock with my right hand. I stroked myself once and then came forward, touching her. She instantly tightened and groaned. My other hand moved to the small of her back. I pressed hard, forcing her belly to the bed. Her ass came up a couple extra inches, just what I wanted to see.
I thrust forward and watched my cock open her as I forced myself inside.
I sank deep into Everly.
She let out a whimper that was only covered up by my hiss. I still had never felt anything so tight and so good in my life. I pulled back and saw the way my cock was glistening. That’s how wet she was. That’s how much she fucking cared.
I lowered my body to hers, my chest to her back. With my right hand, I pushed all her hair up, letting it fall in front of her face. I fucked Everly as I kissed the back of her neck. I tasted the sweetness of her skin, her shampoo, desire. My hands slid around her body and cupped those perfect breasts. I held her tight and kissed my way around her neck, reaching as far as I possibly could considering our position.
Everly turned her head, breathing heavily, moaning each time my cock buried itself into her body. I could see her eyes through her hair. Open, staring. Killing me. She then moved at me, mouth open, tongue seeking me. I kissed Everly with her hair in the way, making it a sloppy kiss. But we both didn’t care. It was too good. It was too fucking hot not to do and enjoy.
I kissed her as hard as I could, tasting her mouth and her hair. I thrust harder at her, making her scream while our mouths were together. When Everly pulled back from the kiss, I could see how red her lips were. Her eyes met mine again and that’s when another one of those intense moments started.
That’s when I had to stand back up. I couldn’t get lost in it
. My hands crept down Everly’s back as my heart raced. I touched her sides and pulled at her, wanting her harder and faster. She soon matched my motions. Our bodies were simply together and that was it. No eyes. No lips and mouths. No hearts.
Just bodies.
Just fucking.
I settled my hands on her shoulders and pulled with each thrust. I wanted to go as deep as I could. It only took a few of those thrusts to have Everly burying her face in the bed, calling for me. I felt her body tighten as she began to come. Her body was desperate to seek release, wetness battling against me as I thrust hard into her. Her back arched in a way I’m not sure I ever saw before, so intense and so beautiful.
I opened my hands and stopped moving. My fingertips trailed down the sides of Everly’s body. But she kept moving. She kept rocking her hips, thrusting herself, working against my cock. Wanting me. Wanting it all.
I placed my palms to her bare ass but did nothing more.
Everly fucked me now. Hard. Fast. Wet. Tight. Perfect.
I felt the rush in my body and offered one thrust as I started to come.
Again, Everly kept moving. Sliding herself against me as I came, spilling into her. She slowed when my body slowed. And when I was finished, she rocked herself so deathly slow that it was complete fucking torture to my body.
It was something nobody had ever done to me before.
I finally pushed Everly away. She was on the bed on her stomach. She looked back, trying to blow the hair out of her face. I stared at the beautiful body before me. The natural curves. The way her hair held soft curls, even when dry.
Everly moved the hair out of her face and moved up to her elbows. Everything I had been so desperate to save myself from was now destroyed again. No matter which way I touched her or fucked her, if it was Everly, it had meaning to me.
I crashed to the bed right next to her. Before I knew what I was doing, I reached out and touched her hair. Then I kissed her. Not just once, but three times. Three fucking times.
“Tell me something,” I whispered.
“You’re the one who needs to start talking,” Everly said, wasting no time coming at me.
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