I propped her up with some pillows and touched her face. I sat on the edge of the bed next to her, staring.
Everything was okay and calm… right up until she bit her bottom lip.
“Yeah?” I asked with a sly grin.
“Talon… I want you…”
Her hand grabbed my wrist and started to move down her body. She slipped my hand under the covers and kept going. She cupped my hand to her breast for a second and then started to pull up her shirt. I felt the warm softness of her belly as it fluttered and I hesitated.
“Beautiful, I would… anything, you know that. But you…”
“I talked to the nurses about it,” she said with a grin. Then she started to blush.
“What?”
“I asked them about this stuff. As long as I’m up for it, it’s not a problem. I mean, not everything, but you can touch me.”
“Everly…”
“Please, Talon. I’ll beg you. I’ll cry. I just want to feel… good.”
I let out a breath and nodded. I used my other hand to touch her cheek. I stroked her cheeks with my thumb. “Anything, beautiful. Anything.”
Everly took her hand away from my hand and her body. She slowly gripped the sheets on the bed, already anticipating me.
I slipped my hand to the top of her pants. I touched and teased, inching in slowly. My fingertips moved along until I felt the curve of her body, the soft wetness of her pussy. I gritted my teeth and resisted the urge to just plunge into her, not wanting to hurt her. Christ, this was out of my element, but I’d do anything for the woman I loved.
My middle finger pressed softly against her clit. I massaged her left and right. Everly let out a groan and thrust her hips at me. She started to move up and down, grinding and fucking at me. The covers started to fall down a little on her body, leaving me hard as a rock and wanting to fuck the hell out of her so badly.
But I remained soft and calm.
I added my pointer finger and pressed harder. Every few seconds I added more and more pressure. I kept going until Everly put her head back and let out a growling cry. Her knees were slightly bent and she was rocking harder. She was already inching in on climaxing. I fucking loved her body for that alone. Her wild ability to come so freely and then just keep going and going…
I slid both fingers down her slick center and touched her tender hole. Everly groaned and bit her lip.
“Beautiful… you have to talk to me…”
She opened her eyes and looked at me. “Please. Do it.”
I pressed my fingers to her and broke her back open. My fingers sank deep. I twisted and pulled back, then repeated the same move. Everly sat up and leaned forward at me. I was about to pull away from her when she grabbed my leather cut and demanded me closer to her. She cried out and bit at my t-shirt. So I kept going. Adding a little more speed, a little more pressure. I worked faster and couldn’t help but thrust with more force when I felt Everly’s sweet tongue kiss at my neck.
She was sloppy and beautiful as she kissed and pulled at me. When our mouths met, she let out a whimpering cry and my fingers sank back into her, bringing her to climax.
I held there, gently making circles against her throbbing pussy. She tightened, released, tightened, released, over and over, her body still pumping at my fingers.
I stayed right with her until she eased herself down. I then reversed my motion and slid my fingers out of her. I touched her clit for a few seconds and then moved up her body. I went up her shirt and cupped her breast. I then took my hand away from her.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I whispered.
“Stand up, Talon,” she said. “Let me have your cock.”
Fucking hell…
I stood up and went right for my jeans. I wasn’t going to argue what Everly wanted to do. I dropped my jeans enough and let my cock pop free. Everly was there with her little hand, stroking me. She had me so built up already, I was half way to coming. Just something about her right there in my bed. Natural and beautiful. Her hand stroking and pumping my long and thick cock. The way she knew how to squeeze at my root and then play softly with the head of my cock, keeping me moving and thrusting at her hand, wanting to come.
She looked at my cock and let out a purring sound. She swallowed once and then bit on her bottom lip. Her hand started to move faster by the second. Flying up and down my shaft. I was so fucking hard it was almost uncomfortable. I bent my knees a little, seeking relief. My balls were aching and I was seconds away from exploding.
I let out a much needed grunt and readied to let go.
I sucked in a deep breath. I felt it collecting in my cock… a second away…
Everly opened her beautiful mouth and slid her lips over me. Her lips made it just beyond the head of my cock when I started to come. She quickly pulled back, those lips sliding against the most sensitive part of my cock. I thrust forward as I hissed, pouring more into her mouth. Her hand stroked the root of my cock over and over, pumping every last droplet out of my body. And I just stood there, watching her work. Watching her hand move. Watching her mouth over me. That tongue. Those lips. And her eyes, sometimes looking up at me with that vixen look.
“Fuck,” I managed to say when she finally pulled away from me.
Her hand then gently stroked me a couple more times before she was done.
I stood there, breathing heavy. My cock was still mostly hard, throbbing, bouncing.
Everly moved the covers from her body and seductively took off her pants and panties. Her pussy was still glistening as she swung her legs from the bed. She stood up and touched my cock with tips of her fingers.
“I’ll be in the shower,” she whispered.
“Yeah?” I asked with my teeth gritted. “I’ll be right fucking behind you.”
“I hope.”
She walked away to the bathroom. Then I stood there, running both hands through my hair. I looked down at my cock, half hard, wet from my own orgasm and Everly’s amazing mouth.
I loved her more than anything I ever experienced in my life. Ever.
12.
(Layne)
I licked my bottom lip and tasted the crust of dried blood. My fucking face was throbbing, my neck hurt, and I felt like I had survived a car accident that I wasn’t meant to. That’s what a fight with Talon was like. And hell, if Everly hadn’t collapsed to the ground in writhing pain, I don’t know how far it would have went. Maybe we would have fucking ended up killing each other. I don’t know.
When Everly made the confession that she had been pregnant, I was taken back to the moment when we were about to fuck. Shit, my cock had been in my hand. I was hard, thick, ready to tear through her beautiful body. I would have been inside her and I would have come deep inside her.
Then what?
I was a second away from creating some kind of insane controversy. Would the baby have been mine? Or Talon’s? Or better yet… what if Everly had already been pregnant when I came so close to fucking her?
The thoughts drove me wild.
Thankfully I was on the open rode. On my motorcycle, the wind beating at my face, the horizon my destination, a sense of freedom like I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was all bullshit though. I had about a minute to myself before reality would creep back in. This thing with Detective John was out of control. He was on his own path and none of it was really allowed. He was just so desperate to get Talon and get that final punch in their lifelong fight as stepfather and stepson.
It was a battle that became a war. I had watched it from the outside for a long time, getting pulled into a few times. Even after Talon’s mother’s suicide, it was bad. So fucking bad. And now it was time to really end it all.
End all the wars. End all the battles.
I rode hard into the horizon. It opened up and a few miles away I saw the unmarked car with Detective John standing outside it. Of course the asshole was eating that same damn turkey club he always ate.
I pulled up near the car and stopp
ed. I climbed off my ride and Detective John reached to the roof of the car and offered me a white container.
“Half a club in here, Layne,” he said.
“No thanks,” I said. “Let’s get down to business.”
“You sure? It’s great stuff.”
“All good, John,” I said.
John put the sandwich in his car and then picked at his teeth before drinking half a bottle of soda. He let out a loud burp and patted his stomach.
“Now I’m ready to think,” he said.
“You know, you really are a piece of shit,” I said. “Everything you’ve done…”
“And here you are, helping me, right?”
“I’m here.”
John reached into his car and brought out a shotgun. He pumped it and pointed it right at me. “Now where’s the rest of them?”
I put my hands up. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“You heard me, Layne. You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know this is some kind of set up?”
I looked around.
There was nobody with me.
Fuck, nobody in the clubhouse knew I was coming here. It wasn’t anyone else’s business… except for one other person in this matter…
“John, I’m alone. I have the disc.”
“Fuck you,” he said.
I turned and touched the pocket of my leather cut. “Right in here.”
He stepped toward me slowly and touched my pocket. He took out the brown envelope and stared at it. There was a mix of shock and surprise on his face.
Then he looked at me. “If I put this in and it’s some cartoon movie or some porn shit… I’m going to fucking kill you, Layne. I swear on my life. I should have done it a long time ago. I had my chance. Remember?”
I had to suck up my pride and not punch the weasel right in his fucking face. I just stood there, reminding myself what was at stake here and what the plan was. Where the MC was going to end up with all this. What needed to be done, no matter how wrong or dangerous it was.
John popped his trunk open and pulled out a portable DVD player. I noticed in the trunk of the car was a mess of clothes and some guns. Something told me this guy was more unstable than I really believed. I wondered if he was even allowed to be here. If his badge had any credibility. And that was the problem with the so-called law. Those who held badges didn’t hold respect. For us, the proclaimed outlaws, bad guys, bikers, dirty men… we lived by a truer law. The law of numbers and the law of strength. If I hit you and you fall down, I’m stronger. I win. Move on.
When John put the disc into the player, I rested the shotgun against the back of his car. The damn thing was almost pointed right at him. A slip of the trigger or some kind of fuck up with the weapon and half of John’s face would be gone.
I shook my head.
This guy was living to die just to make Talon suffer.
Enjoy then…
The video was no bullshit. I had already watched it twice.
Jade and Vaughn had cameras at the lot where Gabel had been buying pills from Tommy. Not hardcore drugs, but pills to let Gabel keep himself stiff.
As they’re talking, Talon comes barreling into the lot, Everly on the back of his ride. That was the part that really bothered me in it all. From the day Talon got out of prison, I lost Everly to the life. She may have been passed around the clubhouse, but at least she was never subjected to the realities of the wars outside the place.
Of course, as Talon starts his shit, here I come, right there on the video. But it’s Talon who kills Tommy. There’s no doubt about that. It’s right there on video.
“Jesus, fuck yes,” John said. His hands were spread across the trunk of the car and he looked like he was about to hump it. “Fuck yes. Oh yes. Yes…”
He turned his head and looked at me, smiling.
“What?” I asked.
“This is it, Layne,” he said. “This is how we take him down. Finally.”
“I thought you were trying to help him?”
“Fuck that. You know that. There’s no helping Talon. He’s better off getting put in prison and living the fate he’s meant. Dying.”
“You’re going to kill him…”
“Not me,” John said. “I never put a finger on his mother the day she died. Right?”
My blood ran cold. I still remembered the fucking date Talon’s mother did herself in. How close I had come to losing Talon. How much time it took me to get him back straight and not wanting to kill everything in sight.
“What the fuck, John…”
“Layne, I don’t have time for it,” John said. “And it’s really simple. I get Talon. I get him for whatever I want. I have the video for my own protection. Anyone fucks with me and all hell breaks loose. I can bring you in. I can bring in sweet little Everly. Fuck your MC. You guys are nothing but a little gang with illegal guns. You have nothing against the law.”
“I guess I don’t,” I said. “So that’s how it happens? I go behind Talon’s back…”
“I don’t believe it for a second. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to watch this ten more times.”
I kept my mouth shut.
Off in the very near distance I heard the thunder of a motorcycle.
John heard it at the same time and looked at me. He reached for his shotgun. “Fuck…”
“Yeah,” I said. “Talon must have sniffed me out. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. You want proof, John? You want to see where my loyalty is? You got it.”
I thought about something Talon said to me… So, this is how it ends?
Fuck yes, man, this is how it fucking ends.
13.
(Talon)
I was right on time. I made the last long curve, following the road, and then saw them off the side in the dirt. Detective fucking John stood there with a shotgun. Something was on the trunk, probably a DVD player. I knew about the fucking video. All part of some greater plan.
And then there was Layne. Just standing there, looking at me. Like he was surprised to see me coming.
I came to a stop and climbed off my ride.
“Talon, stay the fuck back,” Detective John warned with his shotgun raised.
“That I won’t do,” I said. “I have some business of my own here.”
“It’s over,” Layne said. “I gave it to him. He knows the truth.”
“The truth?” I asked. “What’s that? Huh, Layne?”
“The truth is that you hurt everyone… and now you’re going to pay.”
“It’s done,” Detective John said. “Listen to Layne, son.”
I kept walking. I pushed by Layne, resisting the urge to smack him in the face for his comment. …you hurt everyone… Come on, man. Fuck you. I hurt everyone? Everyone hurt me. I just stand my ground and fight back.
I walked right up to the shotgun barrel and opened my arms. “Then end it, father.”
Detective John’s eyes went wide. He was scared of me. I always knew he was scared of me. As a kid though, he had the power of age and size. I was still clinging to some kind of innocence, no matter how hard he beat the fuck out of me. But now, as an adult, as a man, as someone bigger and stronger… Detective John needed the shotgun to keep the playing field a little more level.
“End it,” Detective John said. “It’s happening. I’m going to take you in. Right now, Talon. This is all over. No more leather cut. No more caring about that patch. No more Everly. No more Devil Call.”
I looked at the DVD player. The footage was right there. Me killing Tommy. The footage that Jade and Vaughn had used against me. The footage Jade had given to Everly to try and get her to leave me. And now it ended up in the hands of Detective John.
“That’s what you want?” I asked. “Bring your own son into prison?”
“I have no choice,” Detective John said. “It’s for your protection. To keep you safe. Alive and safe, Talon. There’s more I can do in prison and in the system for you than I can out here.”
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sp; “He’s fucking lying,” Layne chimed in. “He’ll have you killed…”
“Layne!” Detective John yelled.
The second his eyes left mine, I made my move. I grabbed the shotgun and twisted, snapping his wrists, forcing his hands to open. When I spun around, I was holding the shotgun, but I didn’t want it. I hurried to unload the shells and then threw the weapon out of reach.
Detective John tried to punch me, but I grabbed him and threw him back to the car. The DVD player fell to the ground. It popped open, the disc right there, right in plain view. Maybe I should have grabbed the disc since the opportunity presented itself.
But that wasn’t part of the plan.
That wasn’t why I was there in that moment.
Detective John rested against the trunk and I charged at Layne. I grabbed him by his leather cut and swung, turning, sending him right into the side of the car. He hit with a hard thud.
I pulled out a knife and did the only thing that felt fucking right.
I stabbed Layne right in the back. Right where he had fucking stabbed me. My hand holding the knife, I looked at Detective John. His face was white, sick.
Layne screamed and slowly fell to the ground.
On his hands and knees, I pulled the knife out of his back and stood up. I showed the bloody blade to Detective John, keeping it an inch from his face.
“I’m not done yet,” I said. “You want to take me in? You’ll have to kill me first. Got that?”
“I have enough weapons right now, Talon…”
“But you don’t have the balls. You want a DVD? You got it. Do what you want. Fuck everyone. How’s that?”
“Alone is not a way to survive,” he called to me as I started to walk away.
I looked over my shoulder and smiled. “I’m not alone. I have Everly. And it’s going to take a lot more than a knife and some blackmail to bring me down.”
I spit at Detective John and hit him in the shoulder.
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