Talon

by Savannah Rylan

  His hands fumbled as he clutched my ass and within seconds, he was inside me. His cock had pushed into my slippery wetness and I moaned loudly from the thrust. The car creaked and bounced and Gunner pushed into me again. With every thrust he grunted and I moaned. This was what I wanted to feel. It was why I had accepted his invitation. This animal need to have him inside me was driving me to madness.

  Gunner grunted deeply as he pumped into me, holding my butt-cheeks tightly together in his hands to make my slit even smaller. So that I could feel every inch of his cock, being forcefully thrust into me, and I yelped with every pump.

  I heard the slap of his hand on my ass before I even felt it and I cried out and stuck my ass out towards him for another one. Gunner obliged, slapping the other cheek with a crack and I felt the pinching sharp sting again. My juices were flowing out of me, his cock was deep inside, pumping faster and faster.

  The car creaked and bounced and our breathing mingled. His grunts were drowned by my moans and neither of us seemed to care who could hear us. All we wanted was to keep doing this forever.

  When I came, I screamed out his name and fell forward on to the seat. Gunner stretched himself over my back, pumping into me as he released himself as well. We were coming together and I found myself laughing from the pleasure of it. My body quaked in his arms as he held me tightly. His arms were wound over my breasts, keeping me closely pressed to himself as our orgasms rose and fell.

  When he began to slide out of me, I wanted to scream out and beg him to stay. My inner thighs throbbed. I could still feel him between my legs where his cock had plowed into me and I turned and sat down on the edge of the car seat. Gunner was zipping up his jeans and buckling up.

  Once he was done, he crouched down on the ground and slid my panties up from my ankles and up my thighs, till it was settled on my hips and I looked up at him.

  “Good as new,” he said, with that half smile on his face. I watched as he reached for my face and his fingers lingered on my lips. When he brought his fingers away, I saw the drops of blood.

  “You bit yourself,” he said and I was suddenly not embarrassed anymore. I knew he knew exactly how much I’d enjoyed myself. I’d initiated it tonight.

  “Are you tired?” he asked as I stared at him. How strong and muscular he was as he loomed over me.

  “No. I want to go home with you,” I said, and I was afraid that he’d be able to hear my heart beating in my chest. I didn’t think I’d ever said those words to anyone before. I had never dared to be this bold with anyone else. Somehow, with Gunner, I didn’t have to be apologetic about what I wanted.

  He stared at me for a few moments and then nodded his head.

  “You’ll have to scoot over young lady, because there’s no way I’m going to let you drive this beast,” he said and I bit down on my lip, trying to suppress a smile and I tasted the sharp metallic taste of blood.

  Within minutes, I had moved to the passenger side of the seats and Gunner was driving beside me. The wind was in my hair, I was smiling and I’d forgotten everything I was worried about just a few hours before.

  7

  Gunner

  My eyes flew open and I blinked as I stared up at the ceiling. I knew I had been sleeping, but I was just beginning to realize that I hadn’t had my nightmares at all. When I tried to move, I realized that Brooklyn was on one of my outstretched arms.

  We were on my bed, her bare body covered by a white satin sheet as she lay curled up on my arm. Our bodies were molded together and I watched her sleeping peacefully. She slept with a faint smile on her face and I had to do everything I could to not reach out and kiss her.

  It had been a long night and the sun was just beginning to rise. As the light streamed into the room, I stared at Brooklyn some more, watching her as she dreamt of something that was making her smile. Could she be thinking about me?

  Her breasts rose and fell with every intake of breath and slowly, I lifted the sheet to look at her body. Brooklyn was curvaceous, beautiful and the kind of woman who constantly left me wanting more. Her eyelids fluttered but she didn’t wake up.

  How long had it been that I’d slept a full night without waking up in cold sweats? When was the last time I’d been able to sleep without seeing Jenson’s smiling face, seconds before the land mine exploded? What was Brooklyn doing to me?

  I touched her bare shoulder, feeling the milky smoothness of her pale skin. There was a light dusting of freckles on her collarbones and I tried to count them. Anything to make myself not wake her up.

  “Fuck this,” I said annoyed when I realized that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her for long. I moved, hovering over her and I pushed her on her back and yanked the bed-sheet away from her.

  She moaned lightly and her eyelids fluttered as I drank in the sight of her voluptuous naked body. I bent down and kissed the top of her breasts and she moaned again as I started sliding down. Keeping my hands firmly plonked on either side of her, I glided my tongue down the length of her body till I found the sweet musky spot between her legs.

  Brooklyn was awake and she was staring at me with her lips parted. I knew she was about to say something, but I reached out and placed a finger on her lips to shush her. What I wasn’t expecting her to do was to part her lips, so that my finger unconsciously slipped into her mouth. She was sucking on my forefinger, and I could feel the juicy fleshy texture of her tongue and I imagined how that tongue…how that mouth might feel around my cock. My cock sprang up into position. Like a soldier reporting for duty.

  I slipped my finger out of her mouth and took my time with her body, dipping down to her breasts, teasing her. She offered her neck to me, stretching it out and I kissed that salty skin of hers. There were goosebumps on her flesh now and I knew she was ready for me.

  My fingers found her inner thighs, parting the folds smoothly. With my other hand, I was running my finger down the length of the slit…rubbing her clit and then down till I was just about feeling her ass. She was wet, sticky, and dripping. I hadn’t expected her to be ready so soon, but I could see the invitation in her eyes. She wanted me inside her and I was all too happy to oblige.

  I breathed in her beautiful scent, knowing that this smell of hers would linger in my apartment long after she had left it. My fingers kept rubbing, feeling the throbbing clit calling out to me. She moaned and moved her hips. I knew she wanted it, but I didn’t want to give it to her yet. What was the point of having her in my apartment, if I couldn't take my time with her? Lengthen the experience for as long as possible?

  I pulled myself up, and found her lips again. Her mouth was parted and ready for me when I found her and my tongue dove into her. She tasted sweet and sour, of the morning, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Everything about Brooklyn was new and not like anything I’d experienced before. Banging the same kind of woman had become a routine for me, and here she was, offering me her uniqueness and I couldn’t control myself.

  When I pulled away from her, my mouth directly sought out her earlobe, which I sucked and pulled on and I could feel her digging her nails into my back. She was scratching me as I teased her and that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be able to see the scars she left behind.

  My chest was rubbing against her breasts and I could feel her pebbled nipples, predicting how sensitive they would have become by now. I took them into my hands again and kneaded her breasts, like I was a potter and she was my clay. If she was in pain at all, she wasn’t showing it. Her face was stretched in a rhapsodies smile. She was feeling exactly the way I was feeling too.

  Placing my hands on her waist, I pulled her up and our lips met in a burning sizzle. My hands sought out her hair and I grabbed the back of her head in a tight bunch and pulled her away from me.

  My hands were stroking her clit now, as I arched her neck back. She had her lips parted, her breathing was rushed as I looked at her face. She had just woken up but she wanted me already. Her breasts hung in front of me, large and juicy and
I rubbed her clit roughly to watch her wince and moan.

  I went even lower, till one of her pale pink nipples was in my mouth and I lapped at the tip with my tongue. I could feel her quivering against me and she started to move her hips, to mirror the motion of my mouth on her nipples.

  “Gunner…” I heard her say my name and I tightened my grip on her silky brown curls.

  With my mouth still on one nipple, my fingers found her other one…I didn’t want it to feel lonely by itself. I didn’t just caress this one, I teased it with my fingers, pinching it gently so that she winced and then smiled. I bit down on the other and pinched the nipple even harder. Brooklyn moaned again, enjoying the pain and pleasure I was causing her.

  I pushed her gently so that she landed back on the mattress. I had never been interested in the missionary position before, but with Brooklyn it was different. I wanted to watch her as she took me in. I wanted to see the look in her eyes as my thick cock slid into her.

  “Please…” Brooklyn whispered and I knew what she was trying to say. She wanted me to be inside her. I wanted the same thing. I wanted her tight wet body to be around my throbbing cock.

  Brooklyn made a grab for the pillows behind her, just in time as I slid myself in.

  She was smooth and tight as I rode her. Her body fit me perfectly and I eased myself into her. I wanted to take it slow at first, to explore her even more and I made my way deeper and deeper into her. She felt small around my cock and I pulled up her legs, crossing them at her ankles behind me. I wanted her to feel every friction, every move as I rocked into her.

  She moved her hips, arching her back to rise herself up. She wanted me to know just how much she was enjoying this. It wasn’t going to be very long before I unleashed myself into her. I plowed and thrust and then I felt the wetness of her splash down.

  “Good girl,” I said, encouragingly to her and she cried out my name again.

  I rocked into her faster, deeper and I could feel the mattress shaking under us. I could feel the ball of firing rolling around inside me and I made her tangle her legs around my waist. I needed to hold on to something, and I found her waist and I gripped it tightly.

  Brooklyn seemed motionless as I took over her body. She arched her back and tried to move her hips, but I was holding her in position. She was coming. I could feel her body shivering, the look in her eyes as she came for me and I wanted to feel the release as well.

  It hit me, and I let my wild need for Brooklyn take over. I didn’t slow down, and my hips jerked as I pumped into her furiously, emptying myself, draining my burning heat into her.

  When I was done, I rolled over on top of her and we were both smiling at each other.

  “Good morning,” she said in a pleased happy voice and I kissed the tip of her nose.

  “A very good morning to you too,” I said and she licked her lips. I could feel the mingling of our sweat together. The sheets were lying tangled up around us, but I didn’t want to get up or start the day. I wanted to lie in bed all day, have her in my arms, watch her naked body as she slept.

  “I have to go home and get ready for work,” Brooklyn said and I released my grip on her. She threw back a look at me, to smile as she stood up, hauling the bedsheets with her. She was clutching them tightly to her breasts, suddenly shy, despite the things we had done just minutes ago.

  Her ass was bare and I watched it as she walked around my room, picking clothes off the floor.

  “Brooklyn,” I said her name and she turned to look at me. “Let’s go out on a proper date tonight,” I said.

  Her green eyes widened, she had a look on her face that said that she was trying to make a quick decision.

  “A proper date?” she asked and I smiled.

  “A real one,” I replied.

  “Like maybe we can get to know each other a little?” she asked and placed her hands on her hips. The bedsheets fell away from her body and I saw her, in all her naked glory again and in that moment, I would have agreed to anything.

  “Yes,” I said and she smiled and it spread straight to her eyes.

  ***

  Brooklyn hadn’t been gone for fifteen minutes before my phone was beeping. I had been lying on my mattress, feeling refreshed after the night’s sleep I had. It was when I looked at my phone, that I realized I had been smiling this whole time.

  It was Glock again, a message for me to meet up with the guys and I pressed my eyes closed. It was work. It would keep me busy. I was following in my family’s footsteps…but I wanted to spend a couple of minutes more thinking about Brooklyn.

  I breathed in the scent she had left behind and smiled again at the thought of her. What was her day going to be like?

  I wondered what she would have thought of me if she knew who I was. Who my family was and the things I had done, and the smile from my face vanished.

  I shouldn’t have started this thing with Brooklyn in the first place.

  8

  Brooklyn

  I was giddy, feeling a wobble in my knees as I entered the diner for my morning shift. The previous night with Gunner had given me wind beneath my wings. I’d never thought that someone could make me feel this way. Make me forget my biggest losses. And yet, even though Luke was still in the back of my mind…I was happy today.

  I had a smile on my face when I entered the diner, but it slacked immediately when I saw the guys sitting at their usual table. They didn’t all come in every morning, but they liked to drop in from time to time to check in on me. Viper and the others from the Dark Knights were sitting together in one of the booths and he waved when he saw me come in.

  I was early, by at least twenty minutes and figured that the best way to get them to leave me alone would be to spend a few minutes with them before my shift started. I walked over to them, sensing the glow on my face and hoping that they wouldn’t notice.

  “Where were you last night? I called you,” Viper said, shoving a big piece of pancake into his mouth. I watched as the syrup dribbled down his cheek and he wiped it up with his forefinger.

  “I was out. With a friend,” I said, feeling my cheeks redden.

  “A friend!” One of the guys said and the others made cooing noises as they smiled at each other. Viper had a grin on his face as well, but I could tell that he wasn’t enjoying the joke.

  “Which friend?” he asked and I flipped a bunch of my curls off my shoulder and sat down at the edge of one of the seats, across from him. The guys scooted over to make space for me, and one of them offered me one of their milkshakes.

  “You don’t know…her,” I said the last word just in time, but the others had noticed. They were laughing again, while Viper glared at me.

  “Ya know, Rex was missing from the bar last night. It wasn’t him you were out with, were you?” one of them said and nudged another one’s ribs. I knew they were kidding around right now, but the jokes would soon turn serious if they knew the truth. I was still blushing, trying to avoid Viper’s deathly stare.

  “Were you out with Rex?” he asked, even more serious now. I shook my head.

  “No, I wasn’t,” I said and nervously knotted my fingers together on the table. I couldn’t believe they were capable of making me feel this guilty about something like this. Luke or my father would never have made me feel this threatened.

  “And Blade left the bar early. It could be him too,” someone said and I watched in horror as Viper’s face darkened and he narrowed his eyes at me.

  “Was it Blade?” he asked and I shook my head again.

  “No, I told you…it was just someone…a friend,” I said and I smiled weakly while the others were still joking around.

  “Will you get me a refill, sweetheart?” Pike said, handing me his glass that was empty of soda and I took it from him.

  “Of course,” I said and stood up quickly, in a hurry to get away from them; especially Viper…because I felt like he could see right through me.

  But I had barely managed to walk away, before I felt V
iper’s steely grip on my wrist. He had whipped me around to face him.

  “You’re seeing someone,” he said and I tried to muster courage from somewhere and hold my chin firmly up to him.

  “It’s none of your business,” I told him and he tightened his grip on my wrist.

  “Don’t be stupid, Brooklyn. It is my business and it is the club’s business. Who you date is very much our business,” he was speaking through gritted teeth and he had brought his face close enough to me so I could smell the stale beer on his breath. It nearly made me gag.

  “Let go of me, Viper,” I snapped, trying to pull my hand away from him.

  “Don’t be ungrateful, Brooklyn. We are looking out for you. I want to protect you. The rules are what they are to maintain loyalty,” he said, finally releasing my hand. I rubbed at my wrist where a bright red spot had appeared.

  “And what rule is that?” I asked him, glaring at him with flared nostrils. I couldn’t believe he was treating me like this. I trusted him with my life, because Luke had…but this was too much. He was trying to control me. Just like the rest of the club.

  “You’re not allowed to date anyone outside the MC. You know the rules, sugar. I don’t make them. I’m sure your daddy taught you well,” he said and his lips curled in an evil smile.

  I could feel my chest rising and falling, as those words sunk in. Daddy had spoken to me about it years ago, in my teenage years and I hadn’t paid much attention to it then. He had said that the rule existed in order to keep the loyalty within the club, so that we all operated as one big family. But he had never objected when he saw me with guys outside the club. Not that there were many and neither were any of them serious, but daddy hadn’t taken that rule as seriously as Viper was taking it now.