“Hey, son?” Detective John called out.
I looked at him. “I’m not your son. I have no father. I have the road to guide me. That’s all I’ve ever had.”
I started my motorcycle, throttled it, and then sped away.
In less than sixty minutes Jony would be in handcuffs and on his way to prison.
And I was one step closer to getting my club back.
Layne was the President… for now.
9.
(Everly)
I held my phone in my hand, waiting for it to ring. I was shaking and I hated myself for being encompassed with so much fear. Fear from a single text message. But it was the person who sent the message. It was fear of facing something dangerous. A moment that would be a deciding factor in my life. Anytime I thought about leaving the MC and just escaping, I had nowhere to go. I had nothing but this club.
My love for Talon.
My urge for Layne.
Not to mention I had a wounded leg that would make it hard for me to travel anywhere.
The phone started to beep and vibrate in my hand. I started to shake even more and thought about ignoring it. But I knew if I ignored it, the situation would get worse.
I lifted the phone and took the call.
“Hello?”
“Sweet, sweet Everly,” her voice purred.
“Jade,” I whispered.
Saying her name made my stomach flip.
“How are you? How’s your leg?”
“I’m fine,” I said. “You realize what you and your brother did?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I mean, do you realize what you did? You didn’t just take a bullet in your leg… but you basically put a bullet in the back of Talon’s head. And all I wanted was to suck his cock. Taste that warm and yummy blow as he filled my mouth.”
My body tensed. I shut my eyes.
I won’t let her get to me.
“I mean, it’s only fair. He already fucked me. He came but he was wearing a condom. God, I hate that feeling. It’s like a false thing, you know?”
“I wouldn’t know,” I said. “Talon fucks me the way I’m meant to be fucked.”
Jade laughed. “So you’re one up on me.”
“I am.”
“What about Layne?” she asked. “How fat is his cock?”
“I’ve never…”
“Oh, please. Be a whore once in a while. Enjoy life.”
“What the hell do you want?”
“Well, we all have unfinished business,” Jade said. “My mouth is eager for Talon’s cock. You need the video I have, don’t you? So we are both in need.”
“Fuck you,” I yelled. “You’re not fucking touching Talon again.”
Jade laughed. “You’re wrong, sweetheart. I own them all. Our family business and product is such a necessity. And Talon killed someone so dear to us. Now I want to kill him.”
“You can’t kill Talon.”
“Oh, you’re so cute, Everly. You really think your boy toys over there are untouchable? You don’t know real power, sweetheart. In fact, maybe if this all goes well, you can come work for me and my brother. Vaughn would love your body. Little curves. Little boobs. I know he’ll get sick of me eventually.”
“Sick of you? You two… aren’t you…”
“Please,” Jade said. “You don’t understand a fucking thing about life. What I do. What my brother does. The power we hold. Trust me. This is something you don’t want to fuck with.”
“What do you want? Why did you call me?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe I missed your sweet innocent voice. But you’re right, we should do this in person. So I’m calling to tell you I’ll be there to meet you soon. I promise you, Everly, I will get Talon. I will fuck him. I will suck his cock dry. He’ll always want me and I’ll get him. It’s the only way he can save you. Save his biker club. The only way he can save his life.”
I swore I heard Jade pucker up and make a kiss sound. Then the phone call ended.
I sat feeling weaker than ever.
I hated that slut of a woman, but she was so right. So fucking right.
A fire started to rage within me. The kind of fire that used to burn before Talon got out of prison. The fire that kept me in a bottle and kept my ass for the taking.
I forced myself to my feet and walked to the dresser. As a joke (at least I think it was) Talon brought me a bottle of vodka the day I came back from the hospital. He told me it was the best painkiller out there, but not to mix it with the meds.
It was untouched.
Until now.
I started to drink from it and did so like the stuff was water. The burning down my throat made my eyes water and it took away the pain in my leg… and in my heart. I couldn’t drink like I used to, meaning I wasn’t able to down half the bottle in one big gulp.
Instead, it took me a few hearty drinks to actually put a dent in the bottle.
But by the time I did and sat back down, I was feeling it. I was feeling fucking good. My head was heavy, my mind getting a little mushy.
Jade’s voice kept running through my mind though. And with that came the images of Talon. The picture of him fucking her. Being there in person while she went down on him.
The bedroom door opened as I was ready to break down into tears. I saw it was Talon and I should have just started to cry. He could have comforted me. Told me it was going to be okay. Held me. Loved me.
But it would be a lie.
There was no okay. The end of it all was death. All I had was the time between now and death. The same thing everyone had, but for me, it seemed so much shorter. So much more precious.
So I sucked back my tears and emotions.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m drinking,” I said. I grabbed the bottle and drank some more. “And it’s fucking good.”
“Everly… what’s…”
“Shut up,” I said. “I’m going to take my clothes off, Talon. And you’re going to fuck me. That’s all I want and need right now. Desperately.”
He rushed to the bed and touched my hair. “Dammit… this isn’t you…”
“No,” I said. “This is me. Now fuck me.”
I saw the look in his eyes. For a few seconds we were matched up. That desperate need to fuck and the reality of all that waited.
Talon’s hand closed around my hair and he pulled. “You’re not going to command me to fuck you, beautiful. I’m going to fuck you because I want to.”
I nodded. “Hurry. I’m already halfway there.”
I slowly stood and turned around. I kept my balance and felt Talon grab my sides. He did it because he didn’t want me to fall. I swatted his hands away and groaned. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up over my head. I reached back and unsnapped my bra, leaning back into Talon’s hard chest, letting my breasts become exposed. His hands were quick to slide around my body and cup me. When I looked down at my left breast, I realized Layne had been there a short while ago. Suckling, tasting, nibbling.
Christ, I should have felt wrong about it, but I didn’t. Like Jade said… sometimes it’s good and fun to just be a whore.
Plus, shutting everything else off made it easier. I didn’t feel any pain. Other than my leg. Which I could help with some painkillers. Vodka and painkillers… I was like a rockstar. Partying to die.
I reached back and cupped between Talon’s legs. I groaned and wiggled. My fingers flirted with his zipper as his fingers came together and playfully tugged at my nipples. He managed to squeeze each nipple with his thumb, pointer, and middle finger on each hand. He pulled and twisted, making me cry out. I wanted to cry out and move to my toes, but fuck, my one leg was bad. Remember?
The vodka swooshed through my veins and brain some more. My hand dug inside Talon’s jeans and I found the curled up thick monster he called a dick. He was mostly hard and one stroke from my little hand brought him to full capacity.
I continued to stroke him, turning my hea
d so I could look up into his eyes. He stared back at me. He wanted to kiss me. But he held back. This was straight up lust and greed right now. Maybe it was the way Jade did it. Luring him in with her fucking body and nothing else.
With my free hand I pushed my pants down. Total benefit of having a hurt leg. I was okay with being in PJ bottoms all the time. Easier access for Talon. I hadn’t bothered to put on panties so the second my pants were down to my knees, I was ready to go.
I started to bend over and felt Talon try and fight me. I groan and wiggled. He released his hold on my breasts and brought his hands around and up to my shoulders. He held tight, letting me be slightly bent. I tried to keep the weight on my good leg, but it was hard to do. With my hand wrapped tight at the middle of Talon’s shaft I guided him to my body. I pressed his thick head against my throbbing hole. I pulled and thrust back.
Talon grunted and thrust forward. When he did, he pulled at my shoulders, forcing me back harder. He entered me with a feeling of fire throughout my body.
I cried out and reached for the bed. I grazed the sheets and grabbed them.
Talon let go of my right shoulder and brought his hand to grip my ass. He held me there and started to pump me back and forth, matching the speed of his cock.
He was definitely fucking me now. Just like he used to do.
“Fuck, beautiful,” he groaned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Fucking hurt me,” I said. “Just fucking do it.”
I didn’t know what the hell I was saying. I just loved the feeling of him diving in and out of me. Each thrust forward made my leg hurt, but I tried to ignore it. The pleasure was greater than the pain, so fuck it.
I matched his thrusts as I threw myself back at him, making sure he was as deep as possible. We worked ourselves fast and hard. His body slapped off mine. My cries matched with his grunts. It was completely feral and the passion was nothing but the sex. No feelings. No memories. No caring.
Just fucking.
His hands hurried to grab my sides and he pulled me back and held me there. I kept rocking at him, my pussy clenching, wanting him.
“What the fuck is this?” he growled. “You trying to prove something.”
I looked back. “I just want to be fucked.”
“This is angry shit, Everly. You have something to say, you better fucking say it.”
“I said all I had to. Now fucking finish.”
Christ, I was so mad. And Talon was too.
He pulled back and thrust forward once. Hard. He repeated it over and over like a jackhammer, tearing into me and tearing through me. So slow and calculated. And then he pulled from me and slapped his cock against my ass and lower back. I opened my mouth to scream and watched as he gripped himself and with one pump, he started to come. I watched him come and felt the warm release cling to my back. Over and over, his hand worked as his body was still thrusting. His legs bumped into the back of my legs as he came.
It had been a long time since he pulled from me like this. He usually didn’t give a shit. But now he did.
When he finished he smacked his hand against my ass and ran it down, leaving the rest of his orgasm spread across my cheek. He then backed up and tucked his cock away.
“Better?” he asked.
“Talon…”
“I’m doing all I can here, Everly. To save this place. To save you. Fuck, to save myself…”
I thought about Jade.
I promise you, Everly, I will get Talon. I will fuck him. I will suck his cock dry. He’ll always want me and I’ll get him. It’s the only way he can save you. Save his biker club. The only way he can save his life.
“I didn’t ask you to save me,” I said. “I shouldn’t have been there and gotten shot. I should have known better. What this life is. Look at me. Bent over again, right where I started.”
Talon’s face burned with rage. “No. You’re not some fucking whore, Everly. Dammit.”
He ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. He made me stand and cleaned himself off me. He took my face into his hands and stared at me.
“You’re drunk,” he said. “You need to sleep it off. It’s going to be okay.”
“I’m tired of everyone telling me that,” I whispered.
“I have things in order,” he said. “I’ll explain it to you. Just rest, okay? Get sleep. Let your body heal.”
I nodded and I let Talon put me in the bed and tuck me in.
I was naked, comfortable, looking at him.
He came down to kiss me and kissed my forehead.
Then he stormed out of the room.
He didn’t kiss me. He didn’t come inside me. What the fuck…
I shut my eyes for a few seconds and opened them to find it was two hours later. My head felt heavy, my mouth dry. The only thing within reach was the bottle of vodka. So I grabbed it and took another drink. I started to sit up in the bed when the door slowly opened.
It wasn’t Talon this time.
It was Layne.
He smiled and gently knocked with the door half open. “Sorry. Did I wake you?”
“No,” I said. “Not at all.”
“You are drinking?”
“Yeah. I’m kind of drunk.”
“Everly…”
“Don’t lecture me. Don’t give me your opinion. I just need today. To be this.”
“Okay,” he said. He came into the room and shut the door.
Then he locked it.
The sound of the lock clicking set me right back on fire. My toes curled under the blankets and when I moved a little I realized I was naked. Completely fucking naked.
Layne approached the bed, arms folded. There was something different about him. Just the way he held himself, the patch on his breast definitely holding some kind of meaning to him. But his eyes were the same old Layne. Gentle, caring, worried. A man of thick, natural muscle, like a gentle bear or something.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked.
“Because I’m sick of it all,” I said. “I hated what I was when I came here, but I kind of miss it.”
“Miss what?”
“Just not knowing anything. Or caring. I had a purpose and it was always fulfilled. Except by you. You wouldn’t do it, Layne. You brought me here…”
“Stop,” he said. “Don’t go back there.”
“I am. What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing.”
“Then touch me.”
“We went that route…”
“Stop being a fucking pussy then,” I said. Why was I so turned on? Maybe because I had control? “Do something, Layne. You’re the President now.”
“And what the fuck does that mean?” he growled at me.
Yes, growl… get angry…
“Do me,” I said. “That’s what we’ve both been waiting for. Right? I’m right here. I’m naked under these covers. I’m ready.”
“Christ, Everly…”
“What? Still hung up on Anneliese? She’s dead, Layne. I’m not.”
Holy shit… did I just go there?
I didn’t care though. I was tempting Layne with a horrible part of his past.
But when his hand grabbed the covers and tore them off my body, I knew it was worth it.
He stared at my naked body, teeth gritted.
“Fucking hell,” he said. “This is what you want? You want to feel it?”
“Bad,” I said. “I just need to know…”
“Roll over then,” he said.
It was going to happen. Just like that dream I had.
All the temptation leading to this moment.
I slowly turned and managed to prop myself up on my knees. I looked over my shoulder, offering myself to Layne in a way I never had before. I was wet and I knew he could see it and smell the scent of my desire. My hands gripped at the sheets tight as he came closer to me.
His fingertips grazed my ass. He was still gentle. Sliding up my back, he stopped near my ribs and pushed. My back arched and my ass
went higher in the air. My leg throbbed in pain, but I didn’t care. I needed to fight the pain. I needed to let this happen. Right now.
Layne brought his right hand down and cut between my legs. Two fingers touched and then plunged into me. The wild fire it set off made me groan. I shut my eyes and threw my head back.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Layne pulled back out and I looked back at him again. His hand was at his pants. Unzipping, his hand grabbed at himself. I lost my breath when I saw Layne’s cock. He was long and hard. I tried not to compare him to Talon, but my mind started to match them up. Length, thickness, the shape of the tip.
That’s when Layne looked at me.
His eyes spoke it all… there was no fucking turning back.
That’s good. I wasn’t going to turn back on anything. I wanted and needed this. I had been waiting for this long before Talon. Maybe there’d be hell to pay for it, but I didn’t care. He came forward. The thick tip of his cock touched my wet folds. His fingers started to spread me.
I shut my eyes, waiting for the pressure and pleasure to take over.
But then it was gone.
All fucking gone.
I groaned and took a breath as Layne stepped back from me. His left hand still held my ass. I tried fighting for a second, thrusting back, thinking I could get to him.
“No,” he said. “This isn’t how it works, Everly. You’re not a whore. You’re not my whore. You’re not Talon’s whore.”
His hand was wrapped tight around his cock.
“I’m not a whore then,” I said. “But I know what I want.”
“So do I,” he said.
He forced his big and beautiful dick back into his pants and zipped up. His hands were shaking as he guided me back to the bed. To my back. I was still naked, just lying there, feeling… weird.
He fell to one knee and stroked my hair. “You’re beautiful, Everly. But I know what’s real and what’s made up. This is made up. The way you think you love me and the way I love you is nothing compared to what you and Talon have. I’d like to think I’m better than him anyway. He fucked my girlfriend. I won’t do that to him.”
“I hate him,” I said as tears filled my eyes. “I can’t stop thinking…”
“That’s your problem. Stop thinking. Let it all unfold.”
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