RAW MERCY (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book Six) (Devil Call MC Talon & Everly 6)

by Ana W. Fawkes

  I hit hard on my ass and cried out.

  Before Detective John could take another step, Layne came barreling from the clubhouse.

  Christ, no…

  Detective John drew his weapon and stood there, ready to shoot. But that didn't stop Layne. He ran right up to the gun, letting it touch his chest.

  “Did you just throw her to the ground?” Layne bellowed.

  “She fell. She’ll learn how to walk with a bum leg. If she’s not dead by then.”

  “Get the fuck out of here, John.”

  “I need to talk to Talon.”

  “He’s busy.”

  “I need…”

  “You want something? Get a fucking warrant and come back. Stay the fuck off this property.”

  “You’re talking like you run the place, Layne.”

  Layne made a notion to his left breast. Where it read President.

  When Detective John saw the patch, he slowly lowered his gun. “What the hell…”

  “I’m the President of this club,” Layne said. “You have a problem, you come talk to me. You leave Everly alone. You leave all of us alone. I’m the fucking President. I handle the club business. Or the club bullshit.”

  Layne stood tall and hard. The look on Detective John’s face was priceless. Maybe he never thought his stepson could lose the MC. But it happened.

  “How is Talon taking it?” he asked.

  “Fuck off,” Layne said.

  Detective John turned to me and offered a hand. “I’m sorry, Everly. I didn’t mean to get aggressive. Or add to your troubles.”

  I grabbed his hand, but Layne was right there to stop it. He squeezed Detective John’s wrist. Detective John groaned and let me go.

  “You heard what I said,” Layne said.

  Detective John looked at me. “You have to tell me what’s happening with Talon. I have to know how he’s feeling. If he’s okay. He’s my son. I care.”

  “You don’t care,” I said. “You want this all to burn. Because it’s not the life you demanded Talon to live.”

  “No. I wanted him to become something great. Greater than me.”

  “He is,” Layne said. “Now fuck off before I kill you.”

  That did the trick.

  Detective John slowly walked to his car and got into it. He stared right at me for a few seconds before starting the vehicle and backing out of the lot.

  Layne then helped me to my feet. He got my other crutch off the ground and gave it to me. I got set up to start hobbling again, Layne’s hand to my back keeping me steady.

  I quickly stopped and looked up at Layne.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “You think Talon is greater than Detective John?”

  Layne gritted his teeth. “You picked up on that, huh?”

  “Layne… all this stuff…”

  “Look, I kept him around,” Layne said. “I can promise you that if he was voted in as President, I’d be gone by now. He would have shipped me to another charter. But I’m keeping him here. He needs to accept or… I don’t know what.”

  Die.

  That was the word Layne wanted to say.

  Because Talon wouldn’t accept. He wouldn’t change. He had his way of thinking, a hundred miles an hour forward, and that was everything to him.

  And I fucking loved him for it.

  5.

  (Talon)

  I let the water wash the blood off my face. I rubbed my face, not giving a shit that it hurt so bad. Being ordered around by Layne was getting to me. The Los Ahn bullshit was no good. Even if I won the fight and Layne made a point to Acey. But Acey made a point too. He shot and killed his two men, showing that weakness wasn’t an option for him. Not to mention he looked like a damn fool in front of his own club. That didn’t make anyone back down. Los Ahn were bigger and tougher than Rilen Lost.

  Fucking Rilen Lost.

  They were another headache.

  But this was the life and direction Layne wanted. I could only be there for him. Listen to what he said and do as I was fucking told.

  I finished washing myself and turned off the water. I grabbed a towel and dried off. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and wiped my hand across the foggy mirror. My face was a mess again, my left eye and cheek puffy. Old wounds ripped back open. A cut above my lip. My bottom lip a little swollen. Aside from the physical look of how bad it was, when I moved my mouth and jaw, it hurt right down the back of my neck.

  Nothing was broken, so I didn’t have to worry. Everything would heal. Wounds would close. Bruises would go away. Pain would subside. And if it didn’t… then I’d fucking die. That was the ultimate end of all this. Get beaten, shot, or stabbed and then let the darkness take you. Get that final ride… that dark ride… and it all ends. No more pain. No more thought. No more suffering. Just yourself and your leather cut.

  I touched my cheek and pressed hard on it. The stingy pain made my entire body tingle. I was going to be just fine. Plus, I proved something to Layne. He wanted to put me on stage in front of everyone and make an example, fuck that. I made the fucking example.

  And I had a way to start and chip away at the problems surrounding the MC. Shit I was going to do if I had been voted as President. No matter what, no matter who was the President, Devil Call MC was my reason for existence. I could hope time would dictate change, but if it didn’t, I was not going to go down to Rilen Lost, Los Ahn, or the fucking authorities.

  I tore open the bathroom door and froze when I saw Everly standing there. The door was shut behind her, locked. She stood with the crutches under her arms. She was fucking beautiful. She was fucking everything to me. She looked tired, weak, and vulnerable standing there.

  It broke my damn heart, proving even more that I was not only capable of emotions but that I was madly in love with this woman.

  “Hey,” I said. “You okay? How did all that go?”

  “Fine. He’s not happy at all. They found bodies in a shallow grave. Just outside Brocke.”

  I shook my head. “Fuck.”

  “Did you do it?”

  “What?”

  “Kill them?”

  “Are you kidding me? Who told you I killed anyone?”

  “Nobody. I’m just asking.”

  “Does it fucking matter?”

  “I guess not,” Everly said.

  She turned and started to move toward the bed. She looked so uncomfortable. It wouldn’t be much longer until she could walk and not feel pain. I just wanted her to get a lot of rest. She didn't need to deal with the MC bullshit. Christ, she wasn’t a patched in member. She was a woman. She was… she was a fucking old lady. None of this should have mattered to her.

  “Christ,” I said. “Everly, I didn’t kill anyone. I fought them. That’s why my face…”

  She looked over her shoulder. “You fought two men? Alone?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why? Weren't the rest…”

  I gritted my teeth. “Look, club business, okay? Layne is trying to find a way to calm things down. It’s not easy to do.”

  “What happened to Jagg?”

  “He got nicked with a bullet. From Rilen Lost. On the ride back.”

  “Fuck, Talon,” Everly said. Tears filled her eyes. “Is that what this is going to be? Just this constant…”

  Damn, it hurt. It hurt worse in my heart than it did on my face. This was the exact reason why I never gave a woman the time of day. They were better off living the fantasy. Fuck the biker. Fuck the bad boy. Fuck the rebel. Whatever I wanted to be, I was for them. But then they had to go.

  Because it never ended the right fucking way.

  Just like with Anneliese. That fucking whore got too close and comfortable. Her little hand stroked Layne’s cock and ego, bringing him to the edge and almost taking the MC down.

  And now Everly… not a whore. Definitely not a whore. She was just beautiful and caring. So much love inside her. That’s why Layne brought her here and kept her here. Even if she
was sent out into the clubhouse to be treated like a whore. Goddamn, the thought of it made me want to scream and kill someone.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I can’t make anything up. I won’t lie to you. This is where it’s all come to right now. Change in power. Change in vision. It’s going to be bumpy for a little bit.”

  “And that other stuff?” Everly asked.

  “What other stuff, beautiful?”

  “That woman.”

  “Fuck her.”

  “You already did.”

  Ouch.

  “I’ll take care of that. Why don’t you get in bed, beautiful? You need the rest. You don’t need to worry about me. The club. The bullshit.”

  I walked toward Everly. I put a hand to her waist and squeezed. She blinked fast and a tear fell from her eye. I reached up and wiped it away.

  “Come on,” I said. “You’re too beautiful to cry. You deserve happiness and I’ll make sure you get that.”

  Everly nodded. She sucked in a breath. “I don’t want you hurt. Or dead.”

  “I’ll always be hurt, beautiful. But death? I can’t control that. I can only control the moments I have right now.”

  Everly looked at me from the side of her shoulder. She was just goddamn pretty. Straight up naturally pretty. Little curls in her hair. An angel like face. The brightness of her eyes, like they could talk to me or fuck with me. And then a strand of hair fell from behind her ear and covered her eye a little.

  That did it for me.

  I had to kiss her. I had to taste those lips, her mouth.

  I loved her. I needed her as much as I wanted her.

  It was almost overwhelming.

  Our lips grazed for a second, both of us exhaling. Everly took a small stutter step back, her body gently touching mine. I was in a fucking towel so hiding my cock getting harder was impossible. Not that I would want to hide it from her. Fuck, no. She deserved my cock. She needed my cock.

  I licked her sweet little lips for a second before devouring her mouth. I put both hands to her waist and pulled at her, rubbing her against me. Fuck this was good. So fucking good.

  I broke the kiss just as Everly let out a groan. Such a cute little sound she made. I loved it. I used my nose to move her hair out of the way so I could kiss her hair. My lips and tongue raced up and down her neck, feeling her body jump. Her gasps of were pain from her leg, but her moans of pleasure were from me.

  I worked back up to her mouth and kissed her again. Everly then pulled back and put her hand to my face. She somehow stayed balanced with the crutches under her arms. She then reached back and grabbed me through the towel.

  I hissed and gritted my teeth. “Fuck, beautiful. I’m fucking full and ready.”

  “When was the last time you came?” she asked.

  So fucking bold.

  My left hand moved up her shirt and over her bra. I squeezed her tender breast and felt my cock throb. My right hand cut down into her panties, feeling a little prickly from her pubes. I don’t know why, but it drove me mad. I had just fucking touched her and fingered her before going on my ride. But now, it had a different feeling to it.

  My middle finger grazed the hood of her pussy, quick to pull, wanting to touch the nub of her clit.

  “Talon, please,” she moaned. “I want…”

  “You want to know if I fucked someone else?” I growled.

  I hurried and took my hands away from Everly’s body. I took a chance and lifted her up and put her on the bed. She cried out in pain from her leg, but I didn’t give a fuck.

  “Are you putting me on fucking trial?” I asked.

  She sat on the bed, looking up at me. Her eyes were big. She was nervous but trying to be defiant to me.

  I couldn’t control myself. I reached down and grabbed her shirt. I tore it up over her head. I threw it to the floor. My cock pressed against the towel, pitching a tent, like goddamn literally. I slid my fingers into her hair and pulled her head back. She groaned and gripped the edge of the bed. I slowly leaned forward, needing her to rip the towel off my body and suck my cock.

  “You know what the fuck I want,” I growled.

  “I know,” she said in a sexy whispery voice. “But you know what I want, Talon…”

  Fuck, she was working me over.

  Everyone was working me over.

  I was going to lose my fucking mind.

  My hands slid down to her shoulders. If I really wanted it, I could have pulled her forward. Made her do what I wanted. She was fucking mine and she knew it. I had the command over her and she knew that, too. But goddamn if my heart wasn’t racing and aching at the same time.

  Fucking love.

  My hands kept going down and around. I grabbed the clasp of her bra and unhooked it. Everly did a little seductive move and shook her bra off.

  Her fucking tits were succulent. Handfuls, creamy, full. Her nipples a dark pink color, erect. My thumbs had to play for a second. Her nipples responded to my touch, hardening even more. I then moved my hands up to her face again.

  I held her.

  “What the fuck do you want from me?” I growled. “You’re supposed to be my old lady.”

  “I’m not sucking your cock if it’s been somewhere nasty, Talon. I’m not that…”

  Her bottom lip quivered. It wasn’t that at all. It was jealousy. It was hurt. I got it.

  “I just got out of the fucking shower,” I said.

  I could see her crumbling. The same way I was crumbling.

  She moved her right hand first, pulling at my towel. She opened the towel and my cock finally popped free. Her hand quickly gripped my root, squeezing and jerking. Her mouth was already open, eyes lust filled. She was hungry for me. Just as much as I was for her.

  Her hand stroked all the way to the tip of my cock. She squeezed my engorged head and pushed hard with a tight fist, making her grip insanely tight. I could have exploded right then.

  But I didn’t.

  “Do it,” I said. “Suck my cock, beautiful.”

  Everly came forward and her lips slowly inched over me. Her tits dangled forward the more she moved down me. It was fucking amazing to see. She continued to take me, inch by fucking inch. She shut her eyes, opened wider, and her hand spread across my thatch of pubes. Her fucking lips touched the back of her hand for a split second and then she pulled back. The warm tightness of her mouth made me hiss.

  Painfully and perfectly fucking slow.

  All the way back until her mouth popped off my cock.

  Never before had I felt the way I did right then.

  I looked at her, knowing I looked angry. Pissed off. Ready to kill someone.

  And goddammit, I was.

  Because Everly was… everything. To me. My heart. My body.

  I was a fucking asshole in love now.

  Her hand stroked me up and back a few times as she caught her breath.

  “Fuck,” I growled.

  I hurried and dropped to my knees. Now I wanted my fucking taste.

  My hands ripped at her pants, tearing them down. I tried to take caution with her wounded leg, but I was lost to my fucking needs.

  Her panties stood no chance and it much easier to just rip them off her pretty body rather than work them down her legs. I knew I couldn’t grab the insides of her legs and force both of them wide open. I was only able to open one leg. I didn’t want to hurt her anymore than she already was.

  Her sweet, glistening pussy waited for me. Her plump folds curled open, ready to be tasted. I didn’t fuck around, just as she didn’t for me. I came forward and engulfed her tender flower. I suckled hard at her, the tip of my tongue slicing up and down, tasting all of her. I found her clit and stayed right there. Left, right, up, down, what-the-fuck-ever it took to make her body curl up and to make her scream my name.

  And she did.

  She grabbed my hair and pulled hard. Her sweet voice echoed through the room. I was aching I was so hard, my cock desperate to come. It was like the first fucking
time I tasted good pussy.

  It was crazy.

  I hurried and licked up one last time and kept going. I scaled up her body and stopped at her tits. My hands grabbed them, squeezing them tight. My teeth craved her nipples and the little painful cries Everly gave me when I nibbled just a little too hard.

  My cock flirted with her pussy.

  I was ready to fuck her…

  “Wait,” she managed to groan. “I have to move…”

  She slowly turned to one side, protecting her wounded leg.

  She was like a dream. One hand was stretched out already grabbing the sheets. Her other hand slid down the side of her body, reaching for her ass. She lifted her leg up in the air and pulled at herself, showing me her tight pussy.

  I grabbed my cock and squeezed tight.

  I realized then I wanted this for the rest of my fucking life. I wasn’t just caught up in the moment like some stupid punk, like some asshole that says the wrong thing before, during, or after fucking a woman. That wasn’t me.

  Whatever I felt, it was real.

  It was so fucking real.

  I brought my cock forward with full intentions of just pounding at Everly’s beautiful body. But I wanted more. So I gently rubbed the head of my cock against her, feeling the tightness of her hole, feeling how it gave way for me. I gently thrust into her, just a few inches. As I pulled back, she clenched at me, not wanting me to leave. I looked into her eyes and saw the pleasure fill her face.

  I came forward again, sinking even deeper this time.

  Everly’s body bounced and she cried out.

  I cupped her ass and hissed. “Beautiful, did I hurt you?”

  “No,” she said. “Just fuck me.”

  Beautiful words from a beautiful woman.

  So I fucked her. Thrusting and pumping, making sure I didn’t add too much pressure to her leg. I didn’t want to hurt her for real. I held her ass with one hand, keeping her steady. I hovered over her body, inching down, kissing her soft and smooth shoulder. I worked up to her neck, nibbling at it. Everly groaned and thrust at me. It was killer tight, more than ever.

  I wanted to hold off and last forever. I wanted to be in an endless fuck with Everly. She and I on a bed for days and weeks. Nothing else mattered but our bodies and our love.