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

by Ana W. Fawkes

  Speaking of business…

  I looked to my right, behind the whore next to me, and saw the clubhouse alive. The guys shooting some pool, throwing darts, way too many conversations happening right now. I saw Layne in a corner, a beer in his hand, talking with Jagg.

  I hated all this shit. Now on top of all the violence there was the lingering wait of the vote for President. It wasn’t how a MC was supposed to work, but Devil Call MC was now stuck in this position.

  “Or you could fuck me in all three holes,” the whore next to me said. “I don’t care what order either. There is nothing you could do to make me want to run away.”

  “Even if you were on your ass?” I asked.

  “Wait, what?”

  I turned and kicked one of the legs of her barstool. It cracked and down went the whore. Broken barstool. On her ass.

  I stood from the stool and looked down at her. “On your ass, like I said. Now leave me the fuck alone. If you even so much as look at me again, I’m going to fucking put a bullet between your eyes.”

  The whore laughed. “So that pretty one in Layne’s room has your balls in a jar, huh?”

  I brought my foot back, ready to kick her teeth down her throat. But I held back. I put my foot down and I walked away.

  Balls in a jar? Fuck that… Everly had my goddamn heart…

  I charged down the hall, leaving the noise of the main part of the clubhouse behind. I went to the left and made a line for Layne’s fucking room. I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take the tension. I couldn’t take the fucking waiting. I was going to be the goddamn President of Devil Call MC. Rightfully so. It was my club. I gave up the patch on my own when I went to prison for the better of the MC.

  And the same for Everly. I was the one who stepped into the clubhouse and saved her. She was no longer used as some kind of whore. She was respected. She had purpose.

  And she was fucking mine.

  I walked to the door and opened it. I entered Layne’s room and slammed the door shut, locking it. Everly was there, on the bed. She quickly jumped up, eyes wide when she saw me. I rushed at her, giving her no chance to think.

  “Talon…”

  My hands grabbed her waist and pulled her close to me. I kissed her, savoring the taste of that fucking mouth. My hands ran up her body, over her breasts. I squeezed and hissed, feeling Everly moan into my mouth. I then grabbed her wrists and put them above her head. With one hand I held both her wrists. I walked her to the closest wall and held her there. My other hand touched her face. My thumb grazed her bottom lip.

  “I can’t fucking wait forever,” I whispered. “There’s no forever for me in this life. There’s no forever for anyone. You want to fucking hate me, beautiful, then do it. Hate my guts to the core. Wish my death. Go to bed at night hoping I’m suffering. That’s fine. My heart can take it. But there’s more to us than that, beautiful. Our fucking bodies. Your needs. I know they’re not being met. And my cock is aching. For you. Only you.”

  Everly opened her mouth, but I just kissed her again. I didn’t want to hear her fucking words. I didn’t give a shit what she had to say right then. I was hungry for her.

  My hand was at her throat for a few seconds before I hurried down and opened her pants. I opened my hand at her wrists.

  “Don’t fucking move,” I ordered.

  I moved down to my knees, my hands tightening around her jeans and panties, pulling. I watched Everly’s sweet and beautiful body appear before me. She parted her legs, showing me her glistening folds. She was fucking turned on by all this. That’s how bad she wanted me. I knew that already though.

  With one hand, I lifted her shirt a little and turned my hand. I pressed against her lower belly, her mound, my thumb curling at the hood of her pussy, exposing her beautiful clit.

  I came forward, sucking at her. The tip of my tongue sliced along the nub of her clit. Everly let out a scream and bent her knees. I stayed right there though, needing that taste in my mouth. I circled her clit, suckled on it with force, and just when I could tell Everly was ready to explode, I moved down. My tongue sought out her pussy, flickering at her tight hole. Nobody had been touching her, other than herself. It made me smile. I licked deep and long at her body. I needed all her desire, the sweet taste of her body I had been waiting for all goddamn night.

  “Fuck, Talon,” she growled as she thrust her hips at me.

  I kissed her warm folds and up to her mound. My thumb pressed against her clit, pressing hard, making circles. I looked up at her. Her hands above her head, wrists together, still listening to my command.

  “You have no fucking idea how good you taste. Now hurry up and fucking come.”

  I went right back to work. My tongue darted between her legs, slicing up and down. Battling against her folds, my tongue pressed against her hole, working against her tightness, finding the throbbing comfort of her insides.

  Everly started to thrust hard, moaning each time my tongue licked up her sweet center. I added more speed, my thumb still pressing hard to her clit. With my other hand, I crept up her inner thigh. My pointer finger grazed her wetness and I kept going. I sought out somewhere else, just for some fucking fun. The second I applied pressure elsewhere, Everly tightened up and screamed.

  That’s when I fucking had her.

  I licked harder, faster, making fucking sure she knew nobody could do this to her like me. She started to come with her knees bent, her hips arched, her pussy all mine for the taking. A fast of desire that poured from her body as she rubbed herself up and down, working with my tongue and fingers.

  After I had my fill of her pussy, I kissed up her mound and belly, leaving a trail of her own wetness on her body. I stood up, my hands playing under her shirt. I cupped over her bra, feeling the warmth of her tits. I kissed her neck and moved up to her mouth, kissing her, leaving her with the lingering taste of herself.

  “Fuck,” she groaned.

  “You can move your hands now,” I said.

  I don’t think I ever saw Everly move so fucking fast before. She reached down and opened my jeans. Her little hand shot in my pants and found my thick cock. She groaned and pulled me free, her hand already stroking me. The feel of her hand trying to lock around my cock made me want to come already. I looked down, watching her hand slide up and down.

  I growled and knew this wasn’t going to be good enough. Her hand was good but her pussy was perfect. I reached down and wrapped my hand tight around hers. I forced her off me. I backed up, gripping my cock at its thick root.

  “On the fucking bed,” I said.

  “This is Layne’s room.”

  “I don’t give a fuck.”

  Everly stepped out of her pants and panties and walked to the bed. Her back was toward me and she slowly started to bend over. The sight of her ass and pussy like this made me grit my teeth.

  I didn’t want Everly like this though.

  I walked to the bed and touched her ass.

  “On your back, beautiful,” I said. “You’re not a fucking whore. You’re all mine, Everly.”

  Everly turned and fell to her back on the bed. She spread her legs and I came down at her with force. I couldn’t help myself. My cock was hungry for her body and I was getting it.

  I sank deep into Everly, her pussy wet and accepting. She was still so damn tight, it didn’t make sense. It took me a few hard thrusts to really open her back up. I brought my mouth to hers and was suddenly lost in the moment. I fucked her hard and fast, pumping with all the force I could offer her. Everly put her hands into my hair, twisting and clawing. She lifted her hips, rocking them, groaning with each thrust of my body to hers.

  It was fucking wild. We were connected in such an amazing way right now. The whiskey and beer in my mind had me thinking some crazy fucking thoughts. Thoughts of Everly and myself together. Being together. Living together. Have a life together. A relationship that didn’t always have to involve Devil Call MC.

  Holy fuck, bro…

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p; I fucked Everly even harder. The bed squeaked but Everly’s desperate cries were louder. Everly clawed at the back of my neck. She arched her back, letting out another cry.

  “Fuck,” she whimpered. “It’s… fucking… good…”

  “Of course it is,” I growled. “It’s me, beautiful.”

  I kissed her neck and felt the rush between my legs. I sucked in a breath and thrust forward, exploding deep within Everly’s body. I held there, letting her force her way to gently move, squeezing and rubbing her warm sex against my throbbing cock. She worked all my release out of me as I kissed her neck. I kissed right back up to her mouth.

  Then we started to kiss. Making out kind of thing. A fucking hot and romantic kiss.

  I had to break it though. I pulled back and pulled my body away from Everly. She looked up at me, her eyes staring straight at me.

  Her hand shot up and grabbed my shirt. “I fucking hate you, Talon. I really do.”

  “I know,” I whispered as I tucked my cock away. “But someday you won’t.”

  “You hurt me.”

  “I hurt everyone, beautiful. It’s who I am.”

  I backed away some more and gently pressed my lips to Everly’s belly button and kissed once. My nose tingled with the wild smell of our hot sex.

  I left the bedroom feeling a little relieved, but my heart heavier than ever.

  4.

  (Everly)

  I felt like a woman cheating about to get caught. When the bedroom shut, I couldn’t move. I was just there on the bed, on my back, my legs still open. I could feel Talon still pulsing inside me. Well, it was my body pulsing but he was there. What he left behind inside me.

  My hands gripped the covers tight. My teeth chattered like I was in frigid temperatures. But it was warm in the room. It was hot and erotic in Layne’s room and Layne had nothing to do with it. That made me feel a little guilty, but fuck, it was Talon. He had been everything to me from the second I saw his picture. From the second I snuck into his room just to smell it. The ultimate bad guy fantasy that came true.

  So why did it bother me so much that he hurt me?

  I forced myself to sit up. When I did, my toes curled and I tried to lift my hips. The rush between my legs left me whimpering. It still felt good. It felt so fucking good.

  How was that even possible?

  I got to my feet and looked at the door. I figured sooner than later Layne would be returning. It made me feel like I had done something so wrong. I grabbed my panties and rushed to the bathroom. I shut the door and locked it. I moved fast, cleaning the sex mess between my legs and then slipping my panties back on. In an even more pathetic move, I grabbed a bottle of body spray and squirted it a few times, trying to make the smell of Talon and myself go away. It was so dumb to do, but I couldn’t help it.

  I then got into bed, turned off all the lights, and waited for sleep to take me.

  But it didn’t. At least not right away.

  My heart was still racing. Thinking of Talon grabbing me. Forcing me against the wall. Touching me and kissing me and sending pleasure into my body like nobody ever could.

  I fucking missed Talon. And I hated him. I knew there was probably a good reason why he was having sex with that other woman. Whether it was personal or club business, my heart couldn’t help but wonder how long I’d have to live with it. For the next fight, the next war, the next time Talon would leave and have to offer his sexy body for the sake of the MC. But it was better than him leaving and never coming back.

  When tears filled my eyes, I hurried to wipe them away. I wasn’t going to fucking cry over Talon. Hell no.

  A short while later the bedroom door opened. I listened to someone moving around the room. When he sat on the edge of the bed, I knew it was Layne. I could smell him and I knew the feel when he sat on the bed. I heard him messing around with taking his boots off. Next came his leather cut. He then moved back on the bed, letting out a long breath and a groan.

  “You awake?” he whispered.

  I could tell he was drunk.

  “I’m here,” I said. “Trying to sleep. Really can’t.”

  “I’m sorry all this shit is happening around you. It’s not right.”

  “It’s okay. I went looking for it, remember?”

  “No. You heard a noise, Everly. You had no idea what was happening. And I saw you there that day and I just had this image of my pain going away. I could bring you in and do what I needed to get rid of it all. But I choked up. I left you stranded. I fucking threw you into Talon’s arms. Like a goddamn fool.”

  “You don’t trust him, do you?”

  “I don’t know anymore. I know what he’s done and how he feels about it. But just once, I wish he’d give it all up. For a second even. For me. Just look me in the fucking eyes and be… be Talon. Be my best friend. Be honest. Be sorrowful. Be remorseful. Just me and him.”

  I felt my heart twist. I felt like I could throw up.

  Layne touched my shoulder and squeezed. “You’re not her, Everly. You’re not Anneliese.”

  “I know…”

  “And it wasn’t her name. I mean, when I started to lose myself a couple times. You know? That wasn’t me pretending you were her.”

  Layne was kind of turning me on. Hearing him talk like this. A shit ton of whiskey to bring a man’s words back to pure honesty.

  “Then why?” I whispered.

  “It was an excuse for me,” Layne said. “So I could justify it. Because of what Talon did to me. Sometimes I want fucking revenge. Maybe not killing someone he cares about, but maybe just fucking them. Just to have that sense…”

  Layne’s hand moved down my arm. His touch made me tingle. I didn’t have pants on. Just panties. And they could be easily torn off.

  “I wish I knew more,” I said. “About you and him. I wish I had been there maybe. I just don’t know what to do or say right now.”

  “Whatever you want,” Layne said. “You can’t get in between us, Everly. That’s not right for you to do. It’s not your place. Talon and I… we always pushed at each other. But it was dumb shit. It was fun shit. When we first started riding… holy fuck. We terrorized this town. We stuck our nose in so much shit. We didn’t ask to be part of Devil Call MC. We were begged. We were given cuts and patches. We weren’t fucking prospects, you know? We didn’t take orders and get treated like fucking bitches. We owned it all. And then it… then it all changed…”

  “Change is good.”

  “Yeah.”

  Layne’s hand went down even more. His fingers clutched at my wrist. Thanks to Talon’s wild move from before, my wrist was now a turn on spot. I was wet again, wondering if Layne and I were going to…

  “Can I admit something to you?” Layne asked.

  “Anything, Layne.”

  “You’re fucking beautiful, Everly. I mean, like… just wow beautiful. And you’re in my fucking bed. You’re right here… in my bed…”

  I licked my lips. I felt bold, hot, ready.

  “So what comes next?” I asked.

  Layne moved his hand down some more and his fingers interlocked with mine.

  He was holding my fucking hand. Tight.

  I rolled to my back and looked at Layne. His head was off to the side, sleeping. Taking deep breaths, peacefully asleep in his own world of drunk memories swishing around in his mind.

  So I stared at the ceiling in the dark.

  I closed my eyes and wished for sleep.

  It finally came.

  When I opened my eyes, I looked to my right. The room was full of light. Layne was in the same damn position from the night before. The way his head was bent down, he would have a hell of a stiff neck. I saw that he was still holding my hand. We slept the entire night next to each other holding hands. I opened my hand and slid it away, biting my bottom lip, not wanting to wake him.

  I inched from the bed and got on my feet. I was in a t-shirt and panties. Nothing else.

  Layne was asleep and my mind was racing. I
was lust filled with need. Maybe I could have tried to do something with Layne, but it wasn’t what I wanted right now. I wanted what was wrong. What was hurting. What would probably keeping hurting. But it was so damn good.

  Again, I felt guilty. There was no reason to do so, but I crept to the door and slowly opened it. I turned and pulled the door shut, my eyes locked to Layne, making sure he didn’t wake up. The door shut and I let out a breath.

  “Holy fuck,” I whispered.

  I turned and kept moving, my eyes at Talon’s door.

  When I got there and opened the door, I feared for a second that there would be a woman in his bed. Some fucking whore with her arms wrapped around him.

  But Talon was alone. On top of the covers, no fucking shirt on.

  Christ.

  The sight made me lock up. He was a fucking bad boy dream right there. Steel cuts of toned muscle, all leading down to his jeans. Right where my hands and mouth were eager to be.

  I walked to the bed and put my hand between his legs. I cupped and felt him thickening. He barely moved, probably still half drunk. I bit my lip and carefully opened his belt buckle and jeans. My eyes kept changing from his face to his pants. I opened his jeans and pulled his boxers down. His perfect muscle gave way to a thatch of hair and then to his thick cock. My hand gripped at the base of his growing erection and I pulled him from his pants. When I stroked my hand up and got to the fleshy head of his dick, that’s when Talon stirred a little. He let out a groan and moved his legs.

  “It’s okay,” I whispered.

  I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.

  My hand slid back down Talon’s cock. I pulled hard, loving the sight of him getting longer and thicker. It took him all of a few seconds to become fully hard. I opened my hand and rested it on his body. I carefully climbed up on the bed. I hovered over Talon, my hair falling in front of my face. I brought my mouth down to his cock, my tongue flicking at the tip of his erection. As I tested the bottom of his shaft, he moved again and groaned. My mouth then slid over his cock and I hurried to move up and down, my lips feeling the defined tip of his cock.