WILD STORM (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book Five) (Devil Call MC Talon & Everly 5)

by Ana W. Fawkes

  I hated shutting my eyes.

  Each time I did it, I saw the picture of Talon fucking that woman. Maybe it was a little too overzealous on my part to take this so badly, but I couldn’t help it. I knew Layne had women touch him after he and I started fucking around. I had seen at least one woman leave his room. That time it made me want him more. I wanted to compete and make sure that my hand, my mouth, my body was better than anything he could get elsewhere. But that was some whore that lingered around the clubhouse. They were here to suck and fuck. Nothing more. Nothing less. They had nothing to offer the club. I knew it because I had once been one of them. Just hanging around and drinking until I was nice and numb. Then I’d take my orders as told… suck this, baby. Bend over, sweetheart. Grip tighter, whore.

  It was all the same routine for me. Until Talon came out of that prison and walked toward me and Layne. Then it all changed.

  But the woman Talon had been fucking in that picture was beautiful. Her perfect, tight and round ass. Sultry legs and fucking heels still on her feet. Naked with heels on… that meant something. The woman wasn’t a whore. It was more to it than that. If Talon wanted his cock sucked and I wasn’t around, there were dozens of women who would do it. Talon had gone to meet the woman and had arrangements to fuck her. I knew it. It wasn’t something that just happened. It was fucking planned.

  After all the fucking secrets Talon and I had been hiding, spilling, fighting over…

  It went beyond the woman, too. It was Talon’s grip on her ass. The way his fingers dug into her ass and hips, holding her. From the side, I saw not much of his face, but what I did, I could see he had been gritting his teeth.

  That meant he fucking liked it.

  I know, that was stupid too because what straight man didn’t like any kind of pussy? Plus, Talon wasn’t naked. He just took his cock out and fucked the woman.

  He just took his fucking cock out and fucked another woman.

  It hurt me to think about. It hurt me to let it get to me like it was.

  The picture also showed me that this was who Talon was. It would be for the rest of my life. I couldn’t change him. Not that I really tried or even wanted to. I was wrong for thinking there could be life beyond Devil Call MC. Not with murder, violence, wars, blood and death lingering everywhere. The next explosion was always just a minute away.

  But that didn’t mean I didn’t want him. Oh, I fucking wanted Talon so bad. I just wanted him to want me more than anyone else. I didn’t want him leaving the clubhouse to go fuck some whore. Not to mention… who the fuck took the picture?

  My mind teased me, wanting me to think that there were lots of women there. That Talon was just ripping through them all, one by one. And if that was the case, why the fuck not? Talon wasn’t just sexy and hot… he was Godly hot. A man chiseled out of perfect muscle and the attitude to match. No sane woman could look at Talon and not get wet.

  So I was staying in Layne’s room now, just until I figured this out. How I felt. What it meant. And if Talon was going to talk to me. Open up to me again, open up more. Sleeping next to Layne was almost annoying. The temptation of us together under the same covers drove me damn mad. Not to mention how Layne tried to stay on the edge of the bed but always inched closer to me throughout the night. This morning I woke up with his hand draped over my shoulder. My body was aching and tingling, so I turned just enough to let his hand graze my breast. I had a shirt on, but part of me wondered if Layne would start up half asleep, if we’d finally just fuck.

  And how wrong did that feel? Here I was pissed off at Talon for fucking some woman, yet deep inside my heart a piece of me wanted Layne. Not like the way I wanted Talon though… but it was there. After all he had done to bring me into Devil Call MC. All the nights and conversations. The sadness that showed. It was all just so much piled up. And I believe that one good, hard fuck from Layne would take care of it all.

  Then I’d be Talon’s forever.

  Okay, and a piece of me maybe wanted a little revenge on Talon. Why should he be the only one able to fool around with other people? After all, were we even a couple? What the fuck were we? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Dating? Going steady? Or just two people fucking each other senseless?

  My fingertips tingled to touch Talon’s body again. My mouth desperately hungry to taste his massive thickness. Between my legs, I was tender and achy. My head fell back and let out another sigh. I ran my hands through my hair and then down my neck. I pleaded with myself not to do anything stupid right now, but it was too late. My hands were already at my breasts. I slid my wet palms over my wet nipples and started to move up and down. I whimpered and my hips thrust. My toes curled as a deep warmth and wetness trickled down at my sex.

  I was fucking horny and I needed to take care of this right now.

  I swallowed hard and let out a breath. My right hand moved down, slowly teasing myself, inch by inch, wishing it were Talon’s rough and strong fingers touching me. When I felt the smoothness of my body, my middle finger curled and pulled, exposing my clit and my folds. I opened my legs and bit my lips, trying to position myself to let the water touch my sensitive body. The water felt so good, the gentle and rippling touch. It was sweet and sexy, but not what I fucking wanted.

  I needed rough… I needed Talon…

  I slid my finger down and touched my throbbing core. I sunk one finger deep and twisted. I cried out and turned, falling back to the shower tiles. I reached up and turned the shower head to keep the hot water pounding against my body. My fingers were now going wild. Plunging into myself, digging and turning, trying to figure out and perfect the moves Talon did to me. Although it wasn’t just his fingers that were amazing. It was his mouth, his tongue, and of course, his dick. That I couldn’t replicate, so it was just my fingers.

  When I closed my eyes I saw the woman again. Talon behind her, fucking her. The picture in my memory came to life. I let out a scream in my mind. The woman turned her head… and it was me. Talon was fucking me. I was the one wearing nothing but a pair of heels. Hands sprawled across the bed, gripping the covers.

  I whimpered in the shower, biting my lip. A rolling thunder of heat and pleasure had already started to build from within my core. I know it hadn’t been that long since Talon and I were last together, but my body had grown used to him. At least once a day, most of the time two or more. My appetite grew wildly and I was hungry.

  Fuck, I was starving.

  I slid my fingers from myself and pressed hard against my clit. The jolt of pleasure made me jump. I let out a little scream and then moved to my toes. My other hand slipped down my body and clawed at the tiled wall.

  The rush between my legs was unstoppable. I felt almost foolish and virginal for coming so hard, so fast. It was just my own touch. But it was Talon in my memory and fantasy that sent me over the edge.

  I bent my knees and looked down at myself. My pointer and middle finger tight together, rubbing against the aching, pearly nub of my clit. I throbbed and came, feeling relief, but not feeling actually relieved.

  “Everly?”

  I gasped and took my hand from my sex. My hand was shaking, my muscles tight, my pussy still tender. Hell, I was still coming.

  “Layne?”

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. Why?”

  “I heard you yell. Thought you hurt yourself.”

  I cringed. “No. Sorry. I, uh, dropped my razor. Thought it was going to cut me.”

  “Oh. Okay.”

  Layne closed the bathroom door. I pushed from the wall and put my face back under the rushing water. I knew I wasn’t going to last forever like this. Missing Talon. Tempted by Layne. Touching myself. It was all dumb and inane.

  What reality held was me confronting Talon and finally getting answers. Final answers. And the same with Layne. Either he was going to fuck me or not. Either he was going to stand up to Talon and work shit out or just fade away. The same for Talon. Either stand up and take control of the MC once and for all or
go find something else to do.

  I turned the water off and dried myself. When I stepped into the bedroom, Layne sat on the edge of the bed. He looked deep in thought. A bottle of whiskey rested between his legs. Maybe it was wrong, but I saw myself dropping the towel and dropping to my knees. To take a shot of that whiskey and then take Layne…

  “We’re voting soon,” Layne said. “Once and for all.”

  “Voting?”

  “President.”

  The word made me shiver. “Oh.”

  Layne nodded. “Yeah. It’s definitely time. Too many directions being sought after. It’s not good for the MC anymore. The noise is too loud and the violence is out of control. We always will have death running with us, it’s from too many places right now. And the worst part about it is that nobody trusts each other.”

  “You don’t trust Talon?”

  Layne looked at me. “Do you?”

  I didn’t respond. I looked down at my toes. I remembered a time when I gave a shit about painting my toenails. When I would make my fingernails match my toenails, and if they didn’t, I would feel mismatched.

  That was so far from being important right now.

  “Right now I think the best thing is for Talon to make sure the murder on his hands goes away,” Layne said. He pushed from the bed and stood up. “So you’re name is cleared in all this. You’re an innocent bystander.”

  “I’m not so innocent anymore,” I said. My hand touched the top of the towel. “I know things, Layne. I’ve seen things. Things I’ll never forget. This clubhouse is… well… it’s my home. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Even with the decision of the patch?”

  “Meaning what?”

  Layne rubbed his chin. “If Talon gets the patch, the violence will get worse. We’ll ride with him until he’s killed…”

  “You think that’ll happen? Is that what you want?”

  “Fuck, Everly, I don’t want that,” Layne snapped at me. “But I’ll ride with the President until he dies or the entire club votes to get him out.”

  “And if you get the patch?” I asked.

  Layne swallowed hard. “I don’t know what it’ll do to Talon. He’ll have to respect my command or else.”

  “Does that make you happy?”

  Layne looked at me. “No, Everly. It’ll make me feel the same way I did when I saw my dead girlfriend on the ground and Talon with a gun in his hand. How did you think it made me fucking feel?”

  Anneliese…

  Sometimes I let that detail slip away because it still seemed impossible to believe. That Talon killed Layne’s girlfriend. Just the same that Detective John was Talon’s stepfather and damn near beat Talon to death while he was a kid. It just proved how deep the roots of Devil Call MC were in Brocke. And how deep the roots of madness and violence were within Talon.

  Yet it seemed in my heart that Talon was my fate. And that fate somehow included Layne.

  “Layne, I’m confused, okay? And I’m hurt.”

  “Join the club,” Layne said. He took a step away from me.

  “Don’t be an asshole.”

  “Maybe I should be. You like Talon, right?”

  What a fucking asshole.

  Layne took another step and I lunged at him. I dug my nails hard into his arm and tried to stop him. He took yet another step, taking me with him. I stumbled forward and my towel opened and fell. That’s when Layne stopped and turned, facing me.

  I was honestly sick and tired of being naked in front of him with nothing ever happening.

  “Fuck you,” I spat. “Don’t take your shit out on me.”

  “You lost your towel.”

  “I don’t care. Are you going to look or touch? Or should I just say Anneliese so you’ll make a fucking move.”

  Layne’s eyes lit up with fury. I thought he was going to either throw me to the bed or throw me against the wall. Instead, Layne took a breath and slowly moved down to his knees before me. My hands curled up into fists and my heart started to pound. Layne’s mouth was just inches from my body. My tingling sex. I was still wet from touching myself in the shower. And Layne was there…

  He grabbed the towel and looked up at me.

  He smirked.

  Slowly, Layne stood and wrapped the towel back around me.

  “Uh, thanks,” I whispered.

  Layne touched my chin. “Keep yourself covered up, Everly.”

  “Oh, not interested now?”

  “Oh, I’m interested,” Layne said. “But I don’t need memories to make anything happen. When I’m fucking ready, I’ll take whatever the fuck I want.”

  I never heard Layne talk like this before. He was fucking bold and even sexier than normal. He took his hand away and backed up. He left the bedroom, leaving me in a puddle of my own erotic mess. I was sopping wet, again, now for another reason.

  It took me a few minutes to collect myself and get dressed.

  My mind spun.

  I thought about Talon. I thought about Layne. I thought about the picture. I thought about justifying my feelings. With revenge sex?

  I had to get the hell out of the room. I had to get air. I had to hear voices and have some kind of distraction to what happened.

  When I left the room I stepped in the hallway and looked down. The first thing I saw was Talon sitting at the bar, his back to me. He had a bottle of whiskey on the bar and a bottle of beer in his hand.

  I thought about walking up to him and trying to talk. But then something caught my eye. A woman walked up to Talon. Low cut, big tits, a dirty look in her eyes. With just the nod of his head Talon could have the woman between his legs, taking all his cock into her mouth. She reached out and touched Talon’s shoulder.

  I made fists.

  I want to kill the bitch.

  Talon dropped his shoulder and shook the woman away. He turned toward the bar. The woman then sat next to him and tried touching his face. She was talking the entire time but I couldn't hear her. Talon shook his face away and then grabbed her wrist.

  He saw something and the woman’s eyes went wide.

  Talon then let her wrist go and pointed. She stood and walked away.

  Did Talon just turn someone away?

  I couldn’t help it… I smiled.

  3.

  (Talon)

  They were fucking everywhere. They were like damn leeches, all wanting a piece of me. It was like they knew I was fucking horny and feeling a little desperate. I never felt desperate though. That kind of shit wasn’t allowed for me in this life and MC. Desperation was a sign of weakness. And I couldn’t be weak. I had to take care of Jade and Vaughn. I had to get the vote in my favor.

  I had to be the Devil Call MC President.

  I drank more whiskey than beer. It burned and it kept me alive. The clubhouse was bustling like crazy. Everyone was on their heels, tensions higher than ever. Buzzy made a comment to Jagg and the two were locked in a stare down. I let out a whistle and motioned my hand across my throat.

  “Cut it,” I yelled. “Not tonight, man.”

  Buzzy stepped back but not before spitting at Jagg.

  All hell broke loose.

  Jagg punched Buzzy in the face, spinning him around. He then grabbed Buzzy and drove his face into the wall. The thud was loud, but it took more than that to take down Buzzy. The grizzly man turned, blood on his face, eyes wide. He let out a scream and jumped at Jagg, taking him down. The two rolled for a little bit before they were pulled apart.

  This was what Devil Call MC had become. When I first got out of prison, it was drugs. The clubhouse was eerily quiet because everyone was afraid. Waiting to get caught. But now everyone was simply scared. Scared of the future.

  “How about that?” a voice purred next to me.

  I looked to my right and there was another one. A tight black tank top with DCMC written across the tits. No bra, nipples poking against the shirt, her breasts pouring out of the top. The tank top didn’t cover all her stomach, showing off a skull
belly button ring. Low cut jeans showed curvy hips. Looking all the way, her blonde hair pulled back, red pouty lips sexy, and her eyes hungry for me.

  Nothing short of pure temptation staring at me.

  “Hey,” I said.

  “What were they fighting about?”

  “Who cares? It wasn’t me.”

  “Good point. So what are you doing here sitting alone?”

  “I’m not alone,” I said. I lifted the whiskey bottle. “Got a good friend. She’s quiet. She knows how to please me.”

  The woman grabbed the whiskey bottle from my hand. She stuck the neck in her mouth. She took a shot and then slid the entire neck of the bottle into her mouth. After taking another shot, she slid the neck of the bottle from her mouth and made a pop! sound with her lips.

  “That’s good. Strong. Serious. But good.”

  “A woman who can drink. In a MC clubhouse. There’s a fucking shock. Why don’t you go bother someone else?”

  “Bother? Please, Talon, I’m not bothering anyone. I’m looking right at you. Waiting for you to decide what to do with me.”

  “Waiting to decide?”

  “Where you want to fuck me first.” The woman leaned down, her eyes locked to mine. “You can fuck my mouth. As hard and as deep as you can go. Trust me, I can take it. Or you can fuck my pussy. Believe it or not, I’m so tight your dick will think it’s suffocating. If that doesn’t do it, then there’s my ass. My sweet ass. I’ve made men cry when they’ve fucked my ass…”

  “Good for them,” I said and turned, facing the bar. I put the whiskey bottle on the bar and pushed it away. I didn’t want to drink from it now. Not after this whore had her mouth on it. I pounded the rest of my beer and ordered up another one.

  The chick wasn’t done yet though. She sat next to me, trying to keep the distance between us to a minimum. I should have just fucked her. Grabbed her by the wrist and taken her into one of the rooms and just plowed through her. It was the right way to take out anger and frustration, right? But my fucking mind couldn’t stop thinking about Everly. Or that goddamn picture of me behind Jade. That shit was strictly business.