Talon forced my mouth shut. His hand slowly moved up and covered my mouth. I couldn’t battle his strength, not even close. He then lifted himself from my body, his cock still working in and out of my pussy. I struggled to breathe through my nose, knowing I needed to trust him. I needed to trust Talon with my life. Whether this little sex thing was a test or a fantasy, that’s what it meant to me.
His thrusts were full of love and lust, his hand keeping me from talking, barely leaving me the chance to breathe. My mind and heart started to panic. The rest of my body tingled with pleasure.
I want more. I want more. I want more.
Talon gave me more. A lot more. His thrusts soon became so hard that the entire bed shook and moved. My breasts threw themselves up. If I were bigger (like some of the fake tit bitches that Talon let in his room) they’d be bouncing off my chin.
As Talon looked into my eyes, he gritted his teeth. He started to grunt and hiss, his moves becoming jerky. I wrapped my legs around his body, feeling the tightness of his muscles everywhere.
When he offered one final thrust and started to come, he threw his head back and groaned, filling me. I opened my mouth and tried to scream, but it was muffled. The feel of his orgasm releasing deep within me made me instantly come again. I started to shake and needed air.
Oh, fuck, I need air. I need to breathe, Talon. I can’t…
I tried to scream but couldn’t.
I was going to die. That’s what my mind told me. Then again, if I was going to die right then, would there be a better way to go? The feel of his cock sliding, my wetness, his release, all mixed together, warm and sexy.
Talon finally moved his hand from my mouth. I finished half a scream and then let go of the covers on the bed. I grabbed at his shirt and hurried to find muscle. My nails dug at the ridges of his stomach muscles and I cried out.
Over and over.
Over and over.
I felt tears in my eyes. Pleasure in every vein in my body. An experience that I could have never braced myself for.
And Talon gently moved his hand down my neck and to my chest. He softly caressed my breast, easing me down. The tips of his fingers were thoughtful now to my nipples. And when he moved down more, both hands grabbed my hips and he peeled me away from his body.
He stood before me, still in his leather cut.
He was the power.
He was the muscle.
He should be the President of Devil Call MC.
My lips shuddered as my brain desperately tried to find words.
There were no words and no sounds, only when a knock at the door sounded.
“Talon, bro?”
It was Layne’s voice.
Holyfuck.
My body quivered. My pussy tightened, still wet. I licked my lips, eyes wide, wondering what was going to happen next.
“What?” Talon yelled.
“Company again, man. It’s Detective John.”
“Motherfucker,” Talon whispered. He then yelled, “I’ll be right out.”
I watched Talon tuck his cock away and he offered me his hand. He pulled me standing and smiled. He kissed me. It was a strange moment. Laced with romance, surrounded by waiting death.
“Get dressed. I’ll wait for you.”
“What?” I asked. “I’m fine…”
“You can’t keep holed up in here, beautiful. Nothing is going to happen to you. To us. I’m going to protect you, I promise. If you live in fear, your enemies have already won.”
Poignant words, but face it, I was staring at his sexy face, gorgeous eyes and dimples when he smiled. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he had just done to me because my body still felt as though I were coming. In fact, if it were up to me, I’d rather have just fallen back to the bed and remain there, letting the feeling roll over me for the rest of the day and then night.
But I couldn’t argue or resist Talon.
So I dressed myself and hurried to fix my hair as I ran by the mirror to the door. I probably looked like a slutty mess, but whatever, I was Talon’s slutty mess.
He held my hand and took me to the main part of the clubhouse.
Detective John sat at the bar, his sunglasses on it, a toothpick somehow balanced on the edge of the bar, a fresh bottle of beer in front of him. He drank from the beer and then looked at Talon. He tipped the bottle and smiled.
“Talon, my man.”
“What the fuck do you want?” Talon asked. “Who the fuck served him?”
“Prospect,” Buzzy said.
Talon looked behind the bar and a big eyed guy stood there, already shaking.
“You serve him one more goddamn drink and I’m going to break a beer bottle over your fucking head.” Talon punched the bar. “Asshole.”
“Me or him?” Detective John asked. “Just curious.”
“Both. Now get out. Where’s your fucking warrant?”
“I’m not wearing a badge right now. Just a friendly guest.”
“You’re not welcome here.”
“Because I don’t have a patch? Ah, come on, Talon, we’ve known each other for so long…”
The way Detective John said so long and the way he smiled took away all the heat Talon and his body had provided me. I was quickly overrun with a chill that tugged at my spine. I didn’t like Detective John. At all.
“Get him out,” Talon said. “Because I’m going to fucking hurt him.”
“Fuck you,” Detective John said. “Big tough man.” He took a large swig of beer and then started to stand. He made it one step and then stumbled to the left.
“He’s drunk,” I whispered.
“Bingo, baby,” Detective John said. Then he put his arms out and looked at Talon. “I’m just like you now. Just one of the guys. Drinking at the bar. Looking at the fine ass around here. Dreaming the dreaming. Living the shit life. Crawling back in time to figure out… right where it all… went fucking wrong.”
Talon stepped at Detective John and I tried to grab Talon. But that was impossible to do. Before I could think another thought, Talon cocked a fist and hit the detective in the face. All I could picture was Talon back in prison now.
Detective John went down like a building getting professionally demolished. The entire clubhouse let out a groaning ooohhh sound and then fell silent.
Talon stood over the detective and reached for his beer. He wiped the top with his leather cut and then chugged the entire bottle. After he was done, Talon smacked the bottle on the bar, shattering it, leaving a jagged piece of bottleneck in his hand. He then went down on one knee and put the broken bottle to Detective John’s throat.
“Get the fuck out,” Talon said. “I’m not saying it again. And next time, I’ll slit your fucking throat ear to ear.”
Talon dropped the broken bottle and stepped back.
I watched Detective John scramble to his feet. He wiped the blood off his face and looked around the clubhouse.
“I’m going to fucking arrest…”
“Nobody,” Layne barked. “Get out, asshole. You’re fucking drunk. You try to touch one of us, you’ll be fired. Get out.”
Detective John tried to grab his sunglasses but knocked them off the bar. They hit the floor and he stutter stepped, a foot landing right on them, crunching them. He kept going back, but didn’t fall to his ass again. When he caught himself, he wiped his hand to his face and looked at the blood.
“Wow,” he said with a bloody grin. “You finally got that set of balls you were waiting for all your life.”
“Out!” Talon yelled.
He jumped forward and I tried to reach for him but I knew I’d never stop him. But Layne was there, a hand out, stopping Talon from doing anything else crazy and stupid.
Detective John walked to the door and saluted all of us.
“You have a great night,” he said. “Enjoy all this while you can. I’m going to tear it down, piece by fucking piece.” He opened the door and then turned his head one last time. “Hey, did you guys hear from Hollis at all? I ha
ve to check on him…”
Talon tried to move again and Layne held him back.
Detective John finally went away, but sadly, the damage had already been done.
6.
(Talon)
I looked around the clubhouse at everyone. I felt surrounded in the worst way. The room got smaller; the world closed in. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be free, back to taking over my goddamn club and fixing problems. Instead, we were all laced with death.
Layne’s hand was still on my chest. I made a fist and punched his hand away. I turned and put my hand, gently, to Everly’s back. She didn’t need to see all this shit. Or get in the mix of it. She was better off in my room, hiding out. It was bad enough I had her on security footage when I killed Tommy.
Fucking Tommy.
The bullet wounds were still fresh on my skin. They hurt, but I had pills to take the pain away. They would scar and forever be a memory. And then there was Everly. Beauty in a way I never thought possible. Emotion she gave me that I never knew could exist. The urge to fuck her, hold her, want her, need her, and the urge to care for her.
Halfway down the hallway I gripped the back of her shirt and pulled. She stopped and jumped back at me. My hands went to her waist and I slammed her against the wall. I pressed the lower half of my body to her and I came down at her with a kiss. I needed to fucking kiss. The need was something new and wild.
I liked it.
Our lips battled, our tongues flirting and fighting, Everly breathing heavily and moaning into my mouth. She tasted so warm, so sweet, I wanted to kiss her entire body, head to toe.
I broke the kiss and Everly reached up and clawed at my neck. She wasn’t done yet. She pulled at me and jumped up, forcing me to thrust at her to hold her in place, against the fucking wall.
As we kissed, I thrust at her, wanting that tight pussy around me. I reached down and slipped a hand into her pants. Her smooth skin gave way to a tender wetness. My fingers were eager, sliding between her folds and jamming into her. Everly let out a groan as I sank my fingers deep. I quickly pulled them away and started to tear at her pants. There was no elegant way of doing this in the hallway to the clubhouse, but fuck it, we weren’t trying to be proper. We wanted to fuck.
Everly put her feet back on the ground and stepped out of her pants and panties. I hurried to unzip my jeans and reached for my cock. I was long and hard for her. I could smell the scent of her skin, oozing for me.
My hands cupped her ass and lifted her, bringing her level with my dick. She locked her legs around me and I reached down under her ass until I felt the head of my cock. It rested against her hole. I pressed my fingers under my shaft and guided me way into her.
Everly let out a crying sound at first, which wasn’t going to go over well in the clubhouse. The last thing I needed was a fucking show here. I knew if anyone saw us, they’d stand there and admire it. Good for them. They could take fucking notes on how to fuck a woman the right way.
I thrust hard and deep into Everly. My cock filled her small hole, stretching her. She whimpered in my mouth, the sound muffled, the vibrations feeling really good. Her nails dug harder into my neck as I fucked her, pulling and pushing, the angle of her body making her pussy clench at me tighter. It was almost damn impossible not to start coming right away. I was holding Everly up, her back against the wall. Her legs were open, ankles locked behind my back. And I was thrusting so hard at her. Feeling everything. Every inch of my throbbing cock felt the warm squeeze of her body.
I started to speed up, but the thumbing of her ass against the wall was going to attract attention. So I slowed down. Long and thorough pumps of my body. My hands dug into her ass, my fingers playfully touched another hole, teasing her.
When she started to quiver, I knew she was about to come. She broke our kiss and put her head back, whimpering. I grunted and thrust deep, kissing her neck. She took a hand off my neck and covered her own mouth, whimpering each time I moved into her body. As she came, the desire poured from her. Her body tightened and released, wanting me to do the same.
I heard voices down the hall and knew it was only a matter of time before someone would catch us fucking.
So I sped up again, not caring about the noise for a few seconds. I needed it. I needed it fast. I needed the feeling of her coming all over me as I drilled her. The rush came and was intense. I pounded one last time in Everly’s perfect, sweet pussy and just held there, letting go. She clawed at my neck again and hurried to kiss me. Our mouths were open, lips together, tongues barely moving. It was just Everly moaning in my mouth, over and over, each time my cock pulsed and spilled more into her.
As fast and as hot as it began was as fast and as hot as it ended.
I pulled out of her and Everly put her feet to the ground. I tucked my cock away and she reached for her pants and panties. She didn’t put them back on though. She fucking rolled them up and carried them.
She was beautiful, and now she was showing her wild side to me. And not just the woman who was ordered to bend over and give one of the assholes in the clubhouse three minutes. This was far different.
I let her get a lead on me so I could watch her ass tick-tocking back and forth as she walked. She turned the corner and I let out a long sigh.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw Layne standing down near the clubhouse, beer bottle in his hand. We didn’t speak, and it wasn’t just because of the distance. I didn’t nod. Neither did he. It left me wondering how much he’d seen, but fuck it; it was done now. I fucked Everly in the hall. And I’d fuck her again, twenty times, if that’s what she wanted.
When I got to the room, Everly was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back, legs open, showing me all her glistening beauty. She bit on her lip, looking like a dream that no man could have without exploding, and then smiled.
She was killing me in the best way possible.
I shut the door and went to the bed. I touched Everly’s face, stroking her soft cheeks.
“I’m sorry you saw that out there.”
“What? Your cock in me?”
I grinned. “No. With that detective.”
“He doesn't seem just like a detective, Talon. He seems like…”
“Yeah, there’s a history,” I said. “Leave it at that. The town of Brocke has changed throughout the years. We’ve had our problems, but they’ve never been like this. Detective John is trying to expose a weakness and get us to break into pieces. He’s smart, but I’m smarter.”
“He was really drunk.”
“Yes.”
“You really punched him.”
“Yes.”
“That was insane. And hot.”
I kept grinning. Everly’s eyes were on fire, wanting more from me. I wanted to give her more, but damn, my heart was kind of aching a little. I ran my thumb along the bottom of her lip and I nodded.
“Those questions are still there,” I said. “I see them in your eyes.”
“There’s a lot of questions,” Everly whispered. “I’m sorry. I can’t let that go.”
“I don’t blame you. You just got fucked by a murderer.”
Everly swallowed hard, fear starting to creep along her face.
I didn’t mind the fear. I sort of enjoyed it. But not when it made Everly want to pull back.
“You want to know what happened with Layne.”
“I do.”
“So you can make your choice? So you can pick a side?”
“No,” Everly said. “I just… it’s just impossible to imagine.”
Try living through it, beautiful.
“Come here,” I whispered. Everly stood up. I reached for her shirt and lifted it over her head. “Since you’re half naked…”
“Christ,” she said. “You just want me naked all the time.”
“Exactly.”
“What about yourself?”
I backed up and took off my leather cut. I then wasted no time tearing off my shirt and dropping my pants
and boxers. If Everly wanted me naked with her, so be it. I loved the way her body felt against mine. The way she wiggled without even knowing what she was doing.
Once naked, I came at her again, my hands gently touching her breasts. I kissed her mouth and licked my lips.
“Lay with me,” I whispered. “I’ll try and tell you what I can.”
“Okay.”
Everly got on the bed. I hit the lights and turned on a small lamp that gave off just enough light to move around in. I climbed into bed next to her, turning her around so her back was to my front. I wrapped an arm around her, pulled her closed, and kissed her shoulder. For a split second, it all felt normal. Like we were a couple. Crawling into bed after a long day of life. Maybe I’d throw a hard on at her and we’d fuck. Then we’d sleep. Wake the next day to do it again.
Completely fucking normal.
I kissed her shoulder again and she wiggled, sighing.
“I killed her,” I whispered. “Her name was Anneliese.”
“That’s a pretty name,” Everly said.
“Yeah. She was a pretty girl, too. Drove everyone wild with the way she was. Just naturally beautiful, had no idea sometimes what she was. Almost like you, Everly.”
“No, not me. I’m the one who gets drunk and gets fucked.”
“Not anymore, beautiful. Not with me.”
“You killed her… how?”
“I shot her,” I said. The images started to play back in my mind. That wild time for the MC. Trying to keep things in order, trying to save Layne from himself and from Anneliese. “Fuck. One shot and that was it. Done. Gone.”
“How did you get out of prison then?”
“Murder charges never stuck,” I said. “We have good contacts and good lawyers.”
“Christ, Talon. Why?”
“Well, that’s a longer story. Things were a fucking mess. She wanted to take down the club and wanted to take Layne out of it. I couldn’t have it. I couldn’t lose my best friend and my brother.”
“But you did.”
“No, not in the way she wanted him… she wanted him dead. He’d never believe it though.”
“Did you sleep with her?” Everly asked.
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