Talon locked the door and leaned against it, crossing his arms. His wiggled his elbow and made it known that he had a knife on him.
“Going to hold that to my throat?” I asked, taking a huge chance by tempting the deadly snake staring at me. He was ready to strike.
“Keeping secrets,” Talon said. “Walking around this clubhouse with that on your mind.”
“Like everyone else doesn’t do it?” I asked. “And what’s the difference, Talon? If I ask questions, I don’t get any answers. From anyone.”
“Because of Anneliese,” Talon growled. “I told you everything.”
“But Layne won’t.”
“Fuck Layne,” Talon yelled. “What does he have to do with…”
I stood from the bed. I reached into my back pocket and took out the picture. I approached Talon and slapped it against his chest.
“I didn’t know the right time to do it,” I said. “Okay? You’ve been on fucking edge for days. And then something happened with Austin. And then you never came back. Last night…” I swallowed hard, fighting back tears. “Last night was the first time I felt like we were… something. Like a couple. Like we loved each other.”
Talon looked at the picture. The pain spread across his face.
“He gave you this?”
“Yeah. When I went for a walk. He stopped me and handed it to me.”
“What did he tell you?” Talon asked, his eyes still scanning the picture.
“He told me he was your father,” I said. “I didn’t know what to do. To say. I wasn’t sure if he was lying or just trying to get under my skin. He thinks he can help you, Talon. Protect you. Get you away…”
“Behind bars,” Talon said. “I’ve been there. I’m not going back.”
“I didn’t say that.”
Talon folded the picture and tossed it aside. “So, what do you want to know?”
“Nothing,” I said. “I’m not pushing anymore, Talon. You talk to me when you want. I’ll be here.”
“Either here or in Layne’s room,” Talon spat at me.
“Fuck you then,” I said. “Fuck you, you piece of shit. You asshole. You… fuck…”
I spun around, tears in my eyes. I made a few steps and then started to shake. I reached for the bed and missed it. I stumbled and crashed into a tall dresser. That’s where I found comfort, losing myself.
It could have been a long time for all I knew, but eventually Talon was there and touched my shoulder.
“What am I supposed to say right now?” he asked. “It’s a dark secret for me. It’s a horrible secret. Nothing I asked for.”
“I don’t get how,” I whispered. “How he’s like that and you’re… like this…”
“Want to see something, beautiful?”
I slowly turned and looked at Talon. I nodded.
He reached for his pants and undid them. I wasn’t in the mood for this right now. To have him use his cock to avoid reality. To take his anger out on my body with pleasure.
Talon dropped his pants and boxers.
My eyes went to his cock, my fingers tingling to reach forward and grip him. Hold him. Stroke him. Make him feel better. If that’s what it took.
Talon slowly turned.
“Talon…”
“Quiet,” he said. He bent a little, his perfect ass looking hotter. He touched the back of his legs. “Look right here. Look close.”
I followed the line his fingers made and realized there were scars. Long, skinny, jagged scars.
“What is…”
“That’s what he did to me,” Talon said. “My entire life. From the time I could remember until I fucking stabbed him in the back of the leg.” Talon lifted his pants back up. He turned and looked at me. “Doctors said I was off by one fucking inch. You believe that? One fucking inch and I would have hit a major artery and he would have easily bled right out. Right the fuck out. Gone.”
“Holy fuck Talon,” I said. “What are you…”
“He fucking beat me,” Talon growled. “He had this skinny pole. And he would tape nails to it. And he’d handcuff me to a table, a couch, the bed. Whatever he wanted. And he would beat the living fuck out of the back of my legs, so I couldn't walk.”
I put my hands to my mouth. I was ready to throw up. My entire body went cold and shook.
“Talon…”
“No,” he said. “No sympathy. I deserved it. He knew where I was headed in life. I was ready for this life for such a long time. I took my beatings in pride. I smiled. I laughed. When he uncuffed me, I’d stick my fingers in the wounds and wipe the blood on him. I’d tempt him to hit me in the face, so the world could see what he did to me.”
“I think I’m sick,” I whispered.
“Sit down then,” Talon said. “You want it all, Everly? I’ll give you it all.”
Talon took me by the shoulders and guided me to the bed. He sat me down as I tried to catch my breath.
“He took revenge elsewhere,” Talon said. “On my mother.”
“No… please…”
Talon nodded. “Yeah.”
“He hurt her?”
“He killed her,” Talon growled.
“Fuck.” My lips quivered. “H… how…?”
“Gunshot,” Talon said. “Made it look like a suicide. But I know the truth. Even if it was a fucking suicide, he did it to her. He put her in that position.”
Talon walked away from me. He walked to the picture and crouched down to get it. His knees were bent as he stared at the picture.
“She took this picture of me,” Talon said. “Layne was there too. We were like brothers. Our families… whatever. That was a decent time. John was out on some case, undercover halfway across the fucking country. It was the greatest summer of my life. The summer me and Layne did nothing but get into trouble. Just dumb shit, you know? Damming up creeks. Toilet papering neighbors’ houses we didn’t like. Christ, Layne stole some old lady’s car and didn’t make it out of the driveway without crashing it. We were always in trouble but always together.”
Talon nodded and my heart broke. And broke. And broke.
I didn’t want to imagine Detective John hurting Talon. Hell, for all I knew he was some hard ass father to his son, trying to keep him off the beaten path. I figured Detective John was a cyclical asshole because he had failed to keep Talon away from the MC life.
But it was much deeper than that. Much scarier. Much darker.
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I didn’t know he was your father… and I didn’t know he…”
Talon looked back at me. His lip curled. “He wasn’t my fucking father. He was never my fucking father, Everly.”
“He said…”
Talon shook his head. “I know what he said. My old man is dead. Dead right after he fucked my mother and got her pregnant. She tracked him down and told him she was pregnant and he went a little crazy. That must be where I get it from.”
Talon smirked. Fuck, he’s so sexy. So fucking sexy.
“He took off, afraid of becoming a father. Went out one night, dead drunk, and tried to ride up the coast. That was the last time anyone saw him alive. Friends found his motorcycle a couple days later. Police found his body a mile away a week later. That was that.”
“Talon… I’m…”
“No,” Talon sorry. “There’s no sorry for that. He was a piece of shit. Just like John.”
“So John is…”
“My stepfather. Came into my life when I was three, I think. He took control of the house and took control of myself. My mother was always a mess. She had her own demons, but she was a good woman. John came in and fixed everything. At first, my mother loved it. Having a man in the house. Someone to take care of things. Pay bills. Help with me. But the second John got comfortable… well… he got comfortable.”
“Talon, look at me.”
Talon walked to me, standing before me. He towered over me. His hands were balled into fists. I reached for his hands and forced them open. I interlocked
our fingers and stared up at him.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “It’s okay to be vulnerable with me. I…”
Talon shook his head. “I’m done talking about it…”
Talon’s eyes glazed over, and for a second I thought he was going to burst into tears.
So I held his hands and just stared at him.
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8.
(Talon)
I swallowed a lump the size of a boulder as I stared down at Everly. I don’t know what the fuck was hurting me worse. The fact that I let a woman inside enough that I was able to confess the darkest shit about my life. Or the fact that the picture of me as a kid, enjoying life, a simple life, was something I’d never have now, and something I’d never be able to offer a woman or a family.
A family.
Was I really thinking about a fucking family?
My mind thought about Everly with a little round belly, walking through the clubhouse, looking even more beautiful as she tackled the role of a mother. It made me fill with emotion, goddammit, it made me fill with love.
But the timing was shit.
Everly held my hands and kept looking at me. There was nothing left for me to say about it all. She knew all I could manage to share. I was the kid who fucking got rocked by his stepfather. Almost like some kind of stupid cliché. My poor mother confused and distraught, desperate to find love, confusing abuse and romance. And John was perfect at it. The way he could break her down. Manipulate her. The way he spoke, rose his hand, offered his paychecks, paying for everything. If shit got bad enough, he’d disappear. He’d take some case and go undercover. My mother would be left alone, scared, hurting, crying. Then John would show up, looking grungy and tired. He’d have wild stories about shootouts and catching bad guys. He’d take us out, buy us shit, and then life would be good again. For a couple days.
And because of who he was… we had no help. I remember one time my mother confessed to someone higher up over John and the son of a bitch took my mother by her shoulders and smiled at her. His hands crept down and touched her breasts. He kissed her cheek and offered her a way out. With him. She’d have to fuck her way out of John’s hands. And when my mother denied that guy, he gave her fifty bucks and told her to either catch a bus or buy enough wine to get drunk and forget they ever talked.
My mother bought the wine.
“Talon, please don’t stop talking,” Everly whispered. “I don’t want…”
“It’s over,” I said. “I’m just trying to protect you from him. He’ll say what he has to. He’ll do anything to make you his friend. And then he’ll fuck you. In more than one way.”
“He’ll never touch me,” Everly purred. “You’re the one…”
The one? Was I the only one? Or just the one right now?
Christ, I was starting feel like a pussy. Worrying about my feelings. Worrying about Everly’s feelings. Maybe I should just go out and fuck Jade. Or someone. Or have one of the whores in the clubhouse give me something.
Everly broke her hold with one of her hands. She then touched between my legs. Her small hand pressed hard and rubbed against me. It didn’t take much, especially with Everly. She was too damn beautiful, and just by the touch of her hands to mine was enough to make me throb.
She played with my jeans and started to tug at the zipper. It crept down and her hand crept into my jeans. Her fingers teased and played until they found something big and hard to play with. The tips of her fingers, her nails, touched and scratched along my shaft. I was getting harder by the second, my cock twisting and bending inside my jeans and boxers. When Everly had her hand around my cock, she pulled it from my boxers and then my jeans.
That slender hand of hers stroked me up and down, up and fucking down, moving slowly. She pumped at me until there was a little offering at my tip. She came forward and flicked her tongue, tasting me. Her hand then opened and she grabbed my hand again. Both hands, our fingers interlocked, as she held tight.
Everly looked at me, her eyes big and pretty. Her mouth opened, she licked her lips, and she slowly slid those lips over the tip of my cock. She came down and didn’t stop until her mouth was full. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tested her own boundaries. My hands tightened to hers, wanting to grab her by the hair and guide her.
But I let Everly have a little fun.
And because it felt so fucking good.
She slowly pulled back and hurried again down on my shaft.
Holyfuckinghell…
“Beautiful,” I growled. “You’re going to bury me too early.”
Everly nodded with her mouth full of my dick.
She then started to suck harder and faster. Our hands were together as though we were trying to be romantic. But there was nothing romantic about what Everly was doing to me. Her lips were smooth against my shaft. She moved her tongue seductively, left to right, teasing my cock.
I started to thrust at her mouth, wanting to fill her up some more. The anger was flowing through me like a fire I couldn’t stop. I fucking hated memories because they were circumstances I couldn’t control. They were goddamn events that had occurred.
I twisted my hands a little and Everly groaned. She shook her head and gripped tighter, digging her nails into my hands. She closed her eyes and moved faster at me. Her hair danced, quickly becoming messy. I could feel myself ready to explode. I could have finished right there, but I didn’t want to. I pulled back and bent, making sure my cock couldn’t reach Everly’s sweet mouth.
She tried to come at me but I pushed at her, forcing her down to the bed. My hands held her hands. My body was in control of hers now. Her lips were red and puffy, sexy from working so hard on my cock.
“Fuck, Talon,” she said, almost yelling.
“I’m going to fill you, beautiful. I want your pussy.”
“Then have it,” she said without hesitation.
I slid back off the bed and watched as Everly stripped herself. Her pants and panties sliding down those long and sexy legs of hers. She kicked them off, along with her shoes. She had a pair of socks with blue stripes on them. For some reason, leaving those on just made me feel even more wild for her. She put her heels to the bed and showed her tender pussy to me. Glistening and ready for me.
Everly then hurried to grab at her shirt, twisting her body to get out of it. As she moved, her hips wiggled and my eyes were addicted to her body. In a matter of seconds, she was fully naked, on the bed, all mine.
All fucking mine.
I came at her fast. My cock touched her and she cried out, knowing what was about to come. Me.
I took her by the hands and interlocked our fingers yet again. I put her hands above her head and I held tight. Moving my hips, I placed my cock right to her tight hole. I would have benefited a little by having my hand there too, opening her, preparing her pussy to stretch for me. But this was more fun. Thrusting and forcing my way into that body of hers. Feeling her warmth spreading, wanting to cling tighter but unable to do so. And when I was halfway inside Everly, she started to arch her back.
“Tell me,” I growled at her. “Tell me what you fucking feel.”
“Fuck,” she moaned. “The pressure. I can’t breathe.”
“Good.”
I thrust hard, sinking the rest of my cock into her.
Everly gasped and lost her breath. She tried to move her hands, but I wouldn’t let her. I was in fucking control of her now.
I pulled back and started to fuck her. Moving in and out of her tight body. I gritted my teeth and fought the urge to come. I didn’t want to end this yet. My leather cut rubbed against her breasts, Everly finding her breath and starting to cry out. I brought my mouth to her neck and tasted her sweet skin. My tongue moved with a vicious hunger, down her throat to her chest. Her nipples were thick, hard, tender. They looked red and irritated, probably from my leather cut rubbing so hard against them. My mouth came over her breast, suckling hard. I flicked her nipple up and down, leaving Everly crying for more. I di
d the same to her other nipple. I then reversed my path, kissing up her chest back to her throat. I hurried and kissed her mouth, my tongue darting in and out.
We kissed like there would be no tomorrow… which, fuck, I never knew if there was going to be a tomorrow.
My hands squeezed tighter against her hands. She moved fast at me, throbbing hard. I was feeling the same damn way. I could feel that Everly was ready to let go. And when she finally did, her mouth opened and she let out a long groan. Her pussy was almost impossible to fuck when she came this hard. And all that did was make her body pull harder at mine.
“Fuck,” I growled as my lips grazed hers.
I had to come. Right now.
And I did. Oh fuck, I did.
I came hard, thrusting deep, and just holding there. Each time my cock pulsed, Everly’s body jumped. Our hands squeezed at each other, over and over, seduction meeting romance.
It was fucking insane.
When we finished, I opened my hands and slid off Everly’s body. I pulled out of her and stood at the end of the bed and tucked my cock away. Everly left her hands over her head, her breasts still looking full and delicious. After a few seconds she started to kick back on the bed, working her way to the top. She rested her head against a pillow, her hair sprawled out behind her. She bent her left leg and let it fall to the right, covering her pussy. It was so seductive and beautiful, I didn’t know what to do.
I felt lucky right now. Really fucking lucky.
“Come here,” she whispered.
I couldn't help myself as I climbed on the bed. I hovered over her naked body, fully dressed in my leather cut. I touched her face and kissed her. My heart fucking raced like never before with a woman. Everly reached up and slipped a hand behind my neck. We kissed deeply and slowly.
When I stopped kissing her she pulled me down to her chest. I relaxed on the bed, my head just above her breasts. My hand rested flat against her belly, feeling her breathing. I listened to her heart racing. Sometimes it would slow, but the moment I moved my hand or let out a breath to her nipple, her heart would jump and race again.
I loved her in that moment. I fucking loved Everly.
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