OPEN SCARS (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book Three) (Devil Call MC Talon & Everly 3)

by Ana W. Fawkes

  I stared at him, the only man I knew who could attempt to break me down and succeed even on the smallest of levels. He was a bad guy, man, and nobody quite understood what that meant and there wasn’t much I could do about it.

  The door opened again and when I saw Everly, it was like a light shined through the tunnel of darkness I was trapped in. It seemed so impossible that a woman could wear a white t-shirt and make it look so good. The way her tits pressed against the shirt, her bra straps showing against the inside of the shirt. Her hair a little curly and let down. And the way she smiled when she saw me.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, staring right at me.

  “Leaving right now,” I said. “Need to get to the clubhouse and take care of business.”

  “I was just leaving myself,” Detective John said. He grabbed his white to-go container and turned to face Everly. She made a step and he moved in front of her. He put a hand to her shoulder, his middle finger running purposefully over her bra strap. “You okay, Everly? I know it’s been a trying week for you. So much violence to witness for someone so innocent in all this.” Detective John looked back at me. “Just like someone else I once knew.”

  “Get the fuck out of here,” I growled.

  “I’m gone. For now. But I’ll be back. Still need those tapes of the parking lot where you killed Tommy. And I think I’ll pay a visit to Hollis. Check on him. See how he’s settling into his new life in prison. Then I’ll swing by the clubhouse, grab a drink…”

  I started to move fast, ignoring the pain in my legs. Detective John laughed and hurried from the room.

  My heart was pounding with anger.

  I looked at the door until Everly reached up and touched my face. She turned my head and made me look at her. Her fingers ran along my cheeks, tears starting to fill her eyes.

  “What is it?” I whispered.

  “I just… you were shot, Talon. You were in that bed. I…”

  “It takes more than that to keep me down, beautiful,” I said. Then I took my turn and grabbed her face. My thumb trailed her bottom lip and I smiled. “Fuck, I could never leave you like that. I told you I’d keep you safe and I meant it.”

  “Who did it?”

  “I don’t know yet. I’ll find out. Because they took a shot at you, beautiful. And I’m going to make sure the world knows that if anyone fucks with you, hurts your, or tries to hurt you, I will be there ready to kill. For you. Because you deserve it.”

  “Talon, should you be moving right now?”

  “Yes,” I said. “I’m alive so I’m moving.”

  I brought my mouth down to Everly’s and kissed her. Our tongues touched and she lit that damn fire in my body again. I moved my hands from her face to her chest. I cupped her hard and slid down and around to her ass. I pulled her close to me and made damn sure she felt how hard she was making my cock.

  “That shirt is deadly,” I whispered between kisses. “It’s driving me mad, beautiful.”

  “Maybe I could help with that then,” Everly teased back. She bit at my bottom lip, her cheeks turning red.

  “It’s been a long time for me,” I said. “Longer than any man should go without coming. You think one of the nurses would have done me a quick favor.”

  “Asshole,” Everly growled.

  I laughed. “What? If it’s medically necessary…”

  “Then I’ll be the nurse.”

  “Have at it,” I said.

  I reached for my jeans and wasted no time opening them for Everly’s use. She quickly fell to her knees before me and grabbed the top of my jeans and boxers. One quick pull and my cock popped free. It was long, hard, and very thick. Full of days worth of waiting for Everly to take care of me.

  I took a small step back and sat on the hospital bed.

  Everly gripped the root of my cock and squeezed tight. Her lips were trembling as she licked them, preparing to taste me. Her other hand touched my leg. She moved her hand down my leg and looked at the cuts. That’s when she looked up at me. Her eyes were wide.

  I should have been dead by then. For all the shit and sin in my life. But instead, I was alive and well. Everly kneeled before me, her small hand tight around me, stroking up and down. At the head of my cock, she opened her hand and came up and over with her warm palm. She then turned her hand and slid down my dick.

  It felt so fucking good. I was throbbing hard and bad.

  This wasn’t going to last very long, which was fine by me. The door behind Everly wasn’t locked and a doctor or nurse could open it at any moment. Not that I had any fucking shame in this. I needed to get off and if Everly wasn’t going to do it, someone else would. That was just how my life worked.

  Everly came forward with her sweet mouth. Her eyes didn’t leave mine as her tongue rubbed the bottom of my shaft. Those thin and beautiful lips then swallowed up the tip of my cock and I was damn near ready to go. Her mouth slid down me, her focus on my cock and nothing else. I held the sheets on the bed and felt the warm tightness of Everly’s mouth. She came down and pulled right back, her lips teasing the thickness of my tip. She hurried to move back down again, taking more of me into her mouth.

  Slowly, Everly worked herself into a motion. Up and down, tongue and lips perfectly together, her hand holding tight to the base of my cock, offering small and gentle pumps, teasing me to let go in her mouth.

  I let out a long breath as the pleasure rolled through my body.

  Fuck, when I was out, I wasn’t sure what was happening. The pain, the aches, the burning. The sound of the motorcycle crashing, the gun going off. The sight of the blue sky. Thinking of Everly, of Devil Call MC, of all I had worked for.

  And I didn’t lose it. I didn’t lose a fucking thing.

  I thrust up at Everly. She jumped back and pulled off me, catching her breath. Her hand took over for a few seconds, stroking hard and fast. Her free hand squeezed at my leg, drawing blood off one of my cuts.

  “Shit, I’m sorry,” Everly purred.

  I reached down and ran my pointer finger around her lips. “Beautiful, not the first time I’ve bled… won’t be the last… finish me. Now.”

  Everly came forward again. She was hungry for my cock and moved fast on me. I hissed and felt myself getting damn close.

  That’s when the fucking door opened.

  Everly heard it and tried to pull back. I hurried and put a hand to the back of her head to keep her there.

  Layne stood in the doorway, eyes wide, looking down at Everly, then meeting mine. I grinned and gave a nod.

  My hand guided Everly, up and down, nothing to worry about other than sucking me until I came.

  For a few seconds, Layne looked broken. Like he’d just walked in and caught his girl cheating on him. But fuck him, right? He hadn’t made his move on Everly. He couldn’t get over the past and that was his problem. I did my time, socially, mentally, spiritually. Whatever. I couldn’t think about that right now. I could only focus on my cock and the rushing feeling that was about to happen.

  I wasn’t sure if Layne was going to stand there and watch me come.

  His eyes looked down to Everly again and then kept going. With his head down, like a kid pouting, Layne turned and left the room.

  The door clicked shut and I let go.

  My hand went tight around Everly’s hair and I groaned.

  The release was wonderful. I put my head back and closed my eyes. My cock pulsed over and over, spilling into Everly’s mouth. She just held there, taking it all in. And once I was done, she slowly moved down and back. So wet, so warm, so messy.

  So fucking beautiful.

  3.

  (Everly)

  Talon was in the main part of the clubhouse with the rest of Devil Call MC. There was a big homecoming for him, complete with cheers, yells, and plenty of drinks. Layne had surprised Talon outside the hospital with his motorcycle completely repaired and ready to go. It took Talon a minute or so to get on his ride, but when he did, I climbed up right behind him. T
he entire time Layne kept his head down as though he were guilty or ashamed.

  I didn’t have a chance to talk to Layne. The rest of the day moved fast.

  The motorcycles were fired up and we all left.

  The hospital was pissed that Talon left, but there was nothing they could do about it. Medically, Talon was okay. The doctors would have preferred it Talon stayed another night or two for observations and to make sure no infections settled in. But Talon told me he knew what a fucking infection looked like and felt like. And if that happened, he’d go and take care of it.

  Once we arrived at the clubhouse, Talon was lost in the crowd of guys, all applauding him for getting shot. I never saw anything like that in my life. I mean, the guy was shot and could have died. If anything, it should have scared the hell out of everyone to know enemies were that close and that bold. But instead, it was like a badge of honor to have scars on your body and bullet holes in your leather cut.

  I slipped away with a beer and went to Talon’s room. I felt dirty and tired, wanting a drink and a shower. I shut the door and locked it, setting my sights on the bathroom. When I saw the tub, I smiled. It was a perfect chance for a hot bath and a cold drink. I shut the door and turned on the water. I let the hot water run for a few minutes to steam up the bathroom.

  I stripped naked and looked down at myself. My hands were suddenly playful as I touched my breasts. They were heavy and achy, desperate for Talon to touch. My thumbs teased my nipples and I shivered, letting out a little giggle, and then feeling a rush of warmth between my legs.

  When I stepped into the bathwater, I froze for a second. I gave my feet a chance to get used to the super hot water. I slowly put the rest of my body into the water. As the water overtook my ass, my body tensed up from the hot water. By the time I sat down, my nipples were painfully erect. I put my drink on the edge of the tub and let out a long breath. I sunk deep into the water, breasts and all. I cupped my chest and forced them into the water too. That did nothing to help my situation. I bit my lip and was insanely turned on. I eyed the rushing water faucet, and for a second I caught myself inching toward it, lifting myself, letting the water pleasure me.

  I calmed myself down - a little - with a few more deep breaths.

  The water felt good. There was a sense of calm and peace just knowing Talon was alive and in the clubhouse. Yeah, there were a lot of fights out there waiting to be had. Enemies waiting to try and kill Talon again. And I knew my face was plastered all over those stolen video tapes of the day Talon killed Tommy.

  But in that moment, it was all good. It felt good. I was relaxed. I even shut my eyes and let myself slip away. I saw myself on the back of Talon’s motorcycle, my hands gripping his leather tight. Riding fast. Riding hard. The road wide open, leading anywhere we wanted to go.

  Maybe one day that life would exist. Or maybe it was just a big nightmare waiting.

  I opened my eyes and sat up in the water. When the air touched my chest, my nipples were hard once again. I cupped my chest and flicked my nipples with my thumbs again.

  Fuck, stop it! Are you going to touch yourself?

  I bit my lip and thought about it.

  But fuck it, I’d leave my body for Talon. I was desperate, on edge, and when I licked my lips I swore I could taste Talon’s beautiful cock. It made my lips tremble and it made my desires even more hungry for him.

  Something about death being so close made it all worse. It was pretty damn clear that time was ticking away, faster than ever. One of these days… well, hopefully not soon, it would all end. Talon’s life. Layne’s life. My life. Maybe not at the same time, but the point was death waited for everyone. With open arms, ready to take us all.

  Never before in my life had I cared so much about death. But crashing with Devil Call MC and seeing it firsthand and so often, I believed in it all.

  The water started to get cool, so I opened the drain using my toes. When the water got too low and I shivered, I stood and reached for a towel. I left the bathroom and stopped dead in my tracks. I was still alone, but I had no fresh clothes. Everything was still in Layne’s room. I meant to maybe switch rooms, I don’t know, but my shit wasn’t in the room where I was wearing nothing but a towel. I could have gotten dressed back in my old clothes, but that felt kind of gross. It had been a trying kind of day so far and I wanted fresh clothes.

  I knew why I left my clothes in Layne’s room. It was like my subconscious acting on purpose so I had a reason to see Layne and be in his room. It was completely pathetic, but it served its purpose. Well, for the most part.

  I opened the door and looked down the hall.

  The guys were at their meeting. Well, the guys who were allowed to sit at the table. The rest were in the clubhouse, waiting to hear the outcome of the meeting.

  I crept from the bedroom and rushed down the hall to Layne’s room. One door to the next. It felt sleazy, yet sexy somehow. Layne’s door was open and my bag was right there at the foot of the bed on the floor. I grabbed the bag and put it on the bed. I could have just taken the bag to Talon’s room, but I didn’t.

  When I had my clothes laid out on the bed, I dropped my towel.

  “Whoa…”

  I jumped and looked over my shoulder. Layne stood at the door, eyes wide.

  “Close the door,” I said.

  He stepped into the room and shut the door. He didn’t blink at all.

  “I thought you were in your meeting.”

  “I stepped out,” Layne said. “Need some fresh air. Can’t stand the bullshit.”

  “Bullshit?”

  “No President means everyone has an opinion.”

  “Oh.”

  I touched my panties and bit my lip. My fingers kept going and skipped them. I tugged at the covers for a few seconds and then slowly started to turn. I wanted Layne to see me. All of me. To see my wet hair as it rested near my breasts. I wanted him to see my perky nipples. To see my stomach breathing heavily. To see the smoothness of my body that led to my silky center.

  What was wrong with me? Why didn’t he care enough to want me?

  “Everly, wait,” Layne said. He put a hand out even though he wasn’t close to me.

  I didn’t wait. I kept turning. And then there I was, facing Layne, naked. My hands at my sides. I felt nervous and desperate. My mouth was dry and my body trembled.

  “You can’t do this,” he said. “You and…”

  “I’m right here,” I said. “I don’t… I’m confused too. But…”

  “Look, you have something right now. I…”

  Layne walked and tried to get by me. I jumped to the left and his body crashed into mine. His arms went around me, just like before, holding and hugging me. Only I was naked this time. My breasts pressed hard against his leather cut. It was cool and rough. I liked it. Between my legs, I was tender and ready.

  “Please tell me everything,” I whispered. “I want to know more. I can’t just let everything go, Layne.”

  “Sometimes in this life you just have to,” he said, his voice rough and sexy. “I’m sorry if you don’t understand that. Right now, there’s the present to focus on.”

  “Yes, the present,” I said. “Like me, in front of you, offering…”

  “I can’t,” Layne growled.

  His hands grabbed my bare shoulders and he moved me out of the way. My body was tingling, my breasts bouncing, but Layne managed to look beyond all that and walk right by me. He then stood there as I turned around, his back facing me. I looked at the Devil Call MC logo and felt like I could cry.

  “You should just take your bag with you,” Layne said. “So you don’t have to run around in a towel or naked.”

  I walked to the bed and grabbed my clothes. I then grabbed my towel and covered what I could and left the room. I charged down the hall, ready to explode with… something.

  Talon’s room was still empty when I got there. I dropped everything on the bed and collapsed to the floor. I sat there, naked, giving a hell of a show to
anyone who dared to open the door and find me on the floor. But I didn’t care. I buried my face into my hands.

  Talon killed Layne’s girlfriend and I don’t know why. Someone tried to kill Talon and I don’t know who it was. I’m on a surveillance tape as Talon killed someone. I think I love Talon. Seriously. But I can’t stop thinking, worrying, wanting Layne.

  What the fuck am I going to do?

  4.

  (Talon)

  The meeting had turned into a bust. That was typical of us though. Without a President to lead the table, everyone had a sense of opinion, want, and need. The club never functioned that way and never would. Everyone had their own vision for the MC and while there wasn’t just one right path for us, there was one person to lead us down one path.

  We talked about Rilen Lost and Los Ahn. Someone fucking shot me and I wanted blood. Gabel was at the table, his jaw looking like a science project out of some campy horror movie. His presence was a sign of toughness and apology. That was a good start but far from what I cared about to even give the guy the time of day. When I looked at him, it made me think of the bruise on Everly’s face because of him. Not to mention the images of Gabel bending Everly over and using her like she was nothing but a good, tight pussy. Hell, she was a good, tight pussy, but Everly had more to offer. More than anyone at the goddamn table knew and would ever have the chance to understand.

  Including Layne.

  He was on the opposite end of the table, arms folded, staring me down.

  I was hell bent on riding through Brocke, guns ready, to show force in our town. This was our town. Any sign of weakness would only let our enemies come closer. I personally didn’t give a fuck if the people in town felt safe or not. They were safe each day they went to work and came home without getting killed by some other crew.

  Layne brought up the parking lot, Tommy’s murder, and the missing tapes. Not to mention fucking Detective John snooping around.

  “You think he did it?” Buzzy asked in a rough voice. “The detective?”