Talon

by Savannah Rylan

  “This our new home now, Mommy?” Emery asked.

  “Until we can find something else, yes. You’ll have to thank Mr. Hawk later, all right?” I asked.

  “You guys are welcome as long as you wanna be.”

  I whipped my head around at the sound of his voice as he sat Emery’s sparkling purple bag into the room. Emery sat up in bed and smiled sloppily, the exhaustion evident in her features as my eyes darted between her and her father.

  A fact I still had yet to tell Emery.

  “Thanks for letting me stay here, Mr. Hawk,” she said.

  “Anytime,” he said as his jaw clenched. “Anytime, Emery.”

  Chapter 3

  Hawk

  I watched as Sydney ran her fingers through Emery’s hair. I could tell she hadn’t told Emery who I was, and part of me was incredibly angry about that. She showed up on my doorstep with a daughter that was mine and hadn’t even bothered to inform our daughter that I was her father. Hell, the moment she kicked up she wanted nothing to do with me. I was a stranger to her, and that was all Sydney’s fault.

  Sydney cut the light off and slowly traipsed out of the room, shutting the door behind her in a quiet fashion. She sighed, leaning her head against the doorframe, and I turned and started for the house. I didn’t want to be in the same room as her right now. I knew if I stayed, a fight would ensue.

  And I didn’t have the mental energy to process anything else today.

  I felt Sydney on my heels the entire way into the house. She walked in behind me and shut the door, but she didn’t even get turned around before my mouth ran away with me again.

  “How could you not fucking tell her?” I asked.

  “Hawk, everything happened so fast. With my mom. With the DEA. I only had enough time to throw our clothes in bags before we left. I couldn’t even grab any of her toys. She’s lost everything.”

  “But I’m her father, Sydney. Don’t you think she has a right to know that?” I asked.

  “She does, after she processes everything else. She’s scared, Hawk. Just like I was.”

  “When you left me,” I said.

  “When I left that lifestyle. Contrary to what you believe, I didn’t know I was pregnant when I left. And by the time I did figure it out, my mother did everything in her power to convince me to raise Emery away from the motorcycle lifestyle. It brought her nothing but heartache and pain, and she lost me to it.”

  “She lost you because she wasn’t willing to give up her schooling to raise you,” I said.

  “But she wasn’t allowed to co-parent with my father because of how inclusive and protective The Road Rebels were. If she came, she had to stay. What kind of fucked up mindset is that?”

  “That’s how family works, Syd. You don’t just abandon them. You don’t just get the parts you want. You get all of them.”

  “By enslaving them?” she asked.

  “Did you feel enslaved?” I asked.

  “No, but she did, and that’s the point. The Road Rebels didn’t get to make her feel that way then be pissed at her for the how she felt. You don’t get to hurt someone, then get pissed that they’re hurt.”

  I honestly had no argument for that. Whether I agreed with what her father and mother had done, they did they best they could with what they were dealt. I felt my anger melt away, slowly focusing my vision on the woman in front of me. Sydney, with her curves that had grown with having a child and her piercing blue eyes that could still sink my soul, was petrified. Fear was ebbing and flowing with the curls of her auburn hair, and I reached out to push a stray tendril behind her ear before my fingertips danced down her cheek.

  Her freckles twitched with my movements.

  “I would’ve helped you, you know,” I said.

  “It’s got nothing to do with that,” she said, whispering.

  “And I’m willing to help you now.”

  “Thank you, Hawk. Seriously.”

  My hand slid from her cheek, and I ached to put it back. I couldn’t believe I was looking at her. Standing right in front of her after six years of burying myself into other women. Six years of trying to forget just how soft her pale skin was. Six years of reliving watching my father die only to wake up alone the next morning. Six years of smelling her scent wafting around my face after dreams swallowed me whole at night.

  And now she was here. With Emery.

  My daughter.

  “Where’re you two headed?” I asked.

  “I suppose Northern California,” she said.

  “What’s there?” I asked.

  “A new life,” she said, sighing. “A fresh start. I’ve got money I saved back. I could buy Emery and me a house. Put her in a good school district. Find a job in my field.”

  “What do for work?”

  “I’m an air traffic controller,” she said.

  “A what?”

  “An air traffic controller,” she said, giggling. “Only required a two-year degree and it paid the most money starting out.”

  “That… doesn’t sound like you at all,” I said.

  “I suppose not. But, it pays the bills and lets me get home to Emery at a decent time. Northern California’s got some positions open I plan on interviewing for. If I don’t get them, I’ll just keep traveling until I land a position.”

  “There’re airports in Nevada,” I said.

  She paused, swallowing hard as her gaze diverted from mine. Her body turned back towards the guesthouse, and I could tell she’d recessed back into her mind. My eyes traveled her body, clocking her broad shoulders and the dip in her waist. Her thick thighs still stood proud and strong, just like I’d remembered them in my dreams. Her hair was no longer short. It flowed down her back and stopped just between her shoulder blades. She still wore the same perfume, but her musky scent had changed a bit.

  I stepped forward to breathe her in and found her back pressing into my chest.

  “I’ve missed you,” she whispered.

  For a split second, I thought I’d misheard her. That maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. Taunting me with the dreams, I’d gnawed on for years. I raised my hands, planting them onto her shoulders as I began to massage them, and instantly I felt her relax. Her arms fell to her sides, and her head rolled forward, exposing her milky skin to me as my hands ran down her arms. I dipped my lips into her skin, feeling my body being pulled towards her magnetic field as I pressed them against her body.

  And the most luscious sigh fell from her lips.

  My fingers tangled up in hers as I nibbled down her neck. She pressed her ass into me, her body yearning for me like I had for her all these years. I wrapped my arms around her, suckling on the skin of her exposed shoulder as she turned her lips into my head, and the softest of kisses pressed into my cheek.

  “You’ve been working out,” she said, giggling.

  Without another word said, I scooped her up into my arms. She squealed, wrapping her arms around me as I grinned down at her. The sparkle was back in her eyes as I carried her over to the couch. I wanted to taste her again. To memorize her body like I had all those years ago. I wanted to rake my tongue along her stretch marks and dip my fingertips into the dollops of fat Emery had placed on her hips.

  I wanted to hear my name drip endlessly from her lips again.

  I set her down onto the couch before my lips attacked her neck again. Her hands made quick work of my clothes, peeling them and pushing my pants down to free my thick dick. It was pulsing for her, leaking from its angry tip. I ripped her shirt over her head as her tits bounced against her. I wanted to see all of her. I wanted to take in her entire body with my eyes.

  But before I could, she dropped to her knees and pulled my cock to her lips.

  “Holy shit,” I breathed.

  She took me all the way back to her throat, gobbling me down as my precome dripped down her throat. My bare legs tensed, feeling her tongue run up the pulsing vein in my cock as her hands wrapped around and dug into my ass. My hand wrapped up t
ightly within her auburn curls, my hips slowly thrusting in and out of her warm mouth. I wanted to come down her throat. To remind her of what I tasted like.

  She peered up at me with her beautiful blue eyes as I gazed down at her. My cock pulsed against her teeth, growing as she gagged around it. I smirked, watching her trying to coordinate her breathing, but I decided to offer her some relief. I slowly pulled from the back of her throat as spit dripped down her chin, and I reached down to cup her cheek.

  It was red from her exertion as she slowly rose to her feet.

  “Hawk,” she whispered as her hands planted on my bare chest.

  “Sydney,” I said as I brushed her hair from her face.

  She crashed her lips into me, and something inside me snapped. I grabbed her ass, feeling her pliable skin give way to me as I barreled her into the wall. My throbbing cock rubbed against her panties, feeling them grow wet as our lips battled for dominance. I reached down and moved the cotton fabric out of the way, allowing the tip of my cock to dance right at her entrance.

  I took one last look at her before I pressed in, watching her face give way to the pleasure as my cock pressed against her swollen pussy walls.

  “Holy… shit, Hawk.”

  “A nice reminder, isn’t it?” I asked.

  I thrust into her, snapping my hips as her hands gripped tightly in my hair. I pressed her into the wall, planting my hands beside her as my hips pounded into hers. Her thighs jiggled around my body, and her legs hooked around my waist. Her pussy dripped down my balls, soaking them to the bone before her juices dripped from the floor. Her scent made me salivate like a wild animal as I pulled one of her tits in my mouth. I felt her shake and moan, her hands gripping my muscles wildly as her fingernails clawed at me with lustful intentions.

  I would smile at her marks on me in the morning.

  “Hawk. Shit. Yes. Harder. Oh, please. Don’t stop.”

  I kissed up her tits and latched onto the pulse point on her neck. She cried out my name, her pussy sucking me deeper and deeper as it tried to massage my come from my body. I wanted to fill her to the brim. To remind her of what she had left behind. I wanted to devour her. To cover my body with her scent and wake up to the smell of her beside me. My anger seeped through my hips as I slammed into her, my cock sloshing around in her wetness as her whimpers devolved into drones of ecstasy.

  Sydney always did like it rough.

  “Almost there. Almost there. Just… a little… oh fuck, Hawk. I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m com-”

  I ripped her hands from my hair and pinned her to the wall as I slammed my lips onto hers. I could feel them swelling underneath the pressure as my cock buried itself deeply into her. Her body shook, and her legs grew taut, pulling me closer and closer as her swollen walls massaged my cock. I grunted and groaned, gritting my teeth as my balls pulled up deep into my body.

  I painted the walls of her body with my come, a Jackson Pollock of lust and unfulfilled desire as our tongues licked like tongues of fire against each other.

  She quivered and whimpered, her body finally collapsing as my hands rushed around her. I pulled her into me, her head nuzzling into the side of my neck as our sweat dripped down our bodies. Her thighs were shining, and my balls were coated, and as I walked us over to the couch and sat down I could feel her curling deeper and deeper into me.

  For the first time in six years, my mind was no longer swirling, and I basked in the relief as I held Sydney in my arms.

  Chapter 4

  Sydney

  I woke up to the Nevada sun streaming through the windows. My body was tangled up in a comforter and every move I made caused me to ache. I looked over at the clock and saw it was well past ten in the morning, and I sat up in bed as a wave of panic wafted over my body. How long had I been asleep? Where was Emery? Was Hawk all right?

  Holy fuck, what did I just do?

  While I tried to get my bearings, I rolled out of bed. I stumbled around trying to find something to wear, but couldn’t find my clothes. Slowly, the events of yesterday began surfacing in my mind, and I realized why I couldn’t find my clothes.

  Because they never made it to the fucking bedroom.

  I cursed myself silently as my vision began to focus. I saw one of Hawk’s shirts hanging off the back of a chair, so I slipped it over my head. I ran my fingertips through my hair as pieces of our intimate night came flooding to my mind, and I couldn’t help but smile. Out of all the reactions I expected and out of all the things Hawk could’ve done, the last thing I’d ever thought he would do was put his hands on me the way he did.

  I shivered at the thought as my skin stood on end.

  Suddenly, a sound pierced my thoughts. I went to the bedroom door and opened it as the sound built and built. I stepped out into the hallway and rounded the staircase to make my way downstairs, smiling as I began to identify what that beautifully joyful sound was.

  It was Emery… and she was laughing.

  I rounded the banister of the staircase and slowly walked down the hallway. I clocked my clothes sitting in a pile in the corner, but I was too entranced with the sight before me to care. Emery and Hawk were wrestling on the floor, and Hawk was showing her how to get out of specific moves. He was locking his legs around her and showing her how to break away. He was holding her close to him and showing her how to break someone’s grasp. She was listening to every word he was saying with a light in her eyes I hadn’t witnessed in weeks, but then she did something I didn’t expect.

  She turned around and started tickling Hawk.

  Granted, I knew Hawk wasn’t ticklish, but she didn’t understand the type of can she was about to open. Hawk was a tickle torturer. The moment you made that move you were in his grasp, and he wasn’t letting go. I watched him smile as her hands danced around his stomach, but the moment his hand came up and attached to her side I had to stifle my own laughter.

  “The tickle monster!” he exclaimed.

  “Noooooo!” Emery said, giggling.

  “The tickle monster’s gonna get you!”

  “That tickles! Noooooo!”

  His hands flew along her sides before his lips dipped down to her stomach. He blew raspberries into her skin while she squealed and yelped for joy. Her legs kicked and her arms flailed, and I could see the pure essence of delight dripping from her features.

  And Hawk. Holy hell, I’d never seen him smile like that in my life.

  Tears rose in my eyes while I watched them bond. I leaned up against the hallway wall and crossed my legs, simply taking in the sight before me. They rolled along the floor, smiling and laughing, then Hawk finally had mercy and laid down beside her. The two of them were trying to catch their breath, and the movement that happened next caused a tear to ricochet down my cheek.

  I saw Emery reach over and take Hawk’s hand.

  “Will Mommy be up soon?” she asked.

  “I’m sure she will. I just wanted to let her sleep. You guys have been through a lot lately, and she needs her rest, too,” Hawk said.

  “Should we make her breakfast?” she asked.

  “Are you getting hungry?” he asked.

  “Yeah. Maybe Mommy’s hungry, and that’s why she’s not getting up.”

  “Trust me, if your mother were hungry, she would get up quick.”

  “I resent that notion,” I said.

  Hawk and Emery rolled over to take in my grinning form. Emery scrambling to her feet and came running to me, but Hawk was focused on my neck. There was a wonderfully mischievous grin on his face as he pulled himself up from the carpet, and I figured he was simply grinning at me being in his shirt.

  Until Emery’s hand flew to my neck.

  “Mommy, are you okay?” she asked. “You have an owie.”

  My eyes slowly trailed to Hawk’s as he tried to stifle a laugh. He shook his head and went into the kitchen, and that’s when the rest of the prior day hit me. Hawk pinning me to the wall. Driving his hips deep into mine. The way he made my body shake.


  The way his teeth sunk into my neck…

  “Mommy’s just fine. I slept on something in bed, and it’s left a mark. Is it bad?” I asked.

  “Uh huh,” she said.

  “Well, trust me. I’m just fine. How are you? I am so sorry I slept so long yesterday, sweetheart.”

  “Don’t be. Mr. Hawk and I watched movies,” she said.

  “You did, did you?”

  “Yep. And he cooked dinner. Tacos. He cooks really good tacos.”

  “I bet he does,” I said, smiling.

  “I wanted to wake you up to watch the movie, but Mr. Hawk said you needed rest because you were tired. He said you were taking a nap and that I was safe with him.”

  “Yes. You are very safe with Mr. Hawk,” I said.

  I brushed Emery’s hair out of her face as something appeared in front of my face. An apple was sitting there, clutched in the palm of the hands that had brought me so much pleasure the day before. I rose to my feet and took it, taking a big bite as my stomach growled out with hunger.

  “I don’t have much in the way of breakfast right now, I’ll have to go grocery shopping after church,” Hawk said.

  “Church with the club?” I asked.

  “Can I go?” Emery asked.

  “You need to get some breakfast,” Hawk said, grinning. “I’ll be back later with some groceries. Any special requests?”

  “Froot Loops,” Emery said.

  “Froot Loops, what?” I asked.

  “Froot Loops, please. Oh! And goldfish. Please.”

  Hawk chuckled down at her while I simply shook my head. I took one more massive bite of the apple before I handed it to her. She took it within both of her hands and chomped down, juice dribbling down her chin. Before I could react, I watched Hawk dip his finger down and wipe it up from her chin. I watched his gesture linger on a cheek a bit longer than usual, and I looked over at him as his eyes stayed connected to her.