PIECES LOST (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book Two) (Devil Call MC - Talon & Everly 2)

by Ana W. Fawkes

  I wanted to know more about Talon killing Layne’s girlfriend. Layne had never mentioned a girlfriend before. There were no pictures in his room. He never once hinted at having a relationship, being in love, or anything about his life.

  Talon’s hand slid down my shoulder and around to my breast. He cupped me over my shirt. Each squeeze was sexy and it was like he was squeezing the wetness right out of my body.

  I bent my knees a little and thrust back at him gently.

  “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” Talon whispered. “Just thinking about another woman wrapping her hand around my thick cock. Stroking me top to bottom, over and over. Moving faster. Moaning. Sighing. Making me come all over. Doesn’t it piss you off?”

  “It does,” I said. “A lot.”

  “Why?”

  My mouth went dry. I licked my lips and closed my eyes for a second. “Because I want to do it. I can do it better. I wouldn’t let it just go to waste. It would mean so much more with me, Talon…”

  “And that, babe, is why you’re beautiful,” Talon said.

  Talon’s other hand on my shoulder turned. He grabbed my hand and slowly guided my hand down and around, right to his towel. My eyes were still shut. He put my hand right to the fold. One quick pull…

  “Show me,” Talon said. He kissed my neck and then nibbled at me. Just enough to make me shiver and moan from the slight pain.

  With my eyes still shut, I pulled at the towel, letting it fall to the floor. Right then, an image popped into my mind. I wasn’t with Talon right now, no way. I was taking the towel off Layne. Him and his rock hard body. Those crazy big shoulders. The ink on his chest.

  When I gripped Talon’s cock, I opened my eyes and let out a gasp. There was no way I could do this. No way I could be with Talon and think of Layne. That would just mix things up bad. It would fuck everything up. Whatever small strands that held Talon and Layne together were resting in my hands. I could keep them together. I could break them.

  That was a lot to handle.

  Speaking of a lot to handle, my hand stroked all the way up and then back down Talon’s erection. I gripped tight at the root of his cock. I let out a shaky breath and gritted my teeth. My panties were so wet, they were pulling up at me. Like they were going to go right up inside me.

  “Take care of me,” Talon said.

  Those four words had such a damn meaning, it was too much to think about. Sure, he just wanted to come, but the words had a deeper meaning. Maybe someday I’d get to explore that, but for right now, my hand was all Talon needed.

  I moved forward to the bed and slowly turned. I kept my head down just enough to block the left side of my face. It was a damn miracle that Talon hadn’t seen my jaw yet from what Gabel had done. I almost felt bad for Gabel because Talon was going to flip shit. And I wasn’t going to lie about what happened.

  “Fuck, babe,” Talon said as I guided him to the bed, using his cock like a joystick. “Don’t break it off.”

  “Never,” I whispered.

  I dropped to my knees as Talon sat on the bed. He gripped the sheets and let out a groan. My hand moved up and down, scaling his shaft over and over. I put my other hand to his leg and squeezed. I was tempted to use both hands, but that’s not what she did. If she could make him come in the shower with one hand, then I could make him come with one hand right here like this.

  I stared at his cock with determination. My body was on fire, but mentally all I wanted was for Talon to just let go. To go everywhere so I could feel like I accomplished something.

  I gripped the head of his cock tight and positioned myself over him. I opened my mouth and let out a long breath. He thrust like he wanted me to put my mouth on him, but that wasn’t going to happen.

  “Fuck,” he said. “Keep doing that.”

  I remained hovered over Talon as I stroked him. The faster I went, the more I breathed. I imagined what it must have felt like to have my hand on him and my mouth so close. My hot breath making it feel all that much better.

  As I started to get turned on, I rocked my body. It was out of need. My panties were so tight against my body that when I grew wet again and rocked, it pulled hard enough that it actually started to feel good. I felt sort of pathetic, but I didn’t care. I was so turned on and I was so determined to make Talon forget about the stupid whore he invited to his bedroom (and shower).

  I tightened my grip and moved faster and faster. I listened as Talon made a hissing sound. He reached for me, his fingers digging into my hair. For a second, I thought he was going to bring my mouth down to him. Instead he started to play with my hair a little. Trying to move it behind my ear. After three tries, he was successful. He then ran his fingers down my cheek and to my chin. When he touched my jaw, I winced and jumped. I squeezed even tighter on his cock.

  Talon groaned. “I’m right there. Look at me, babe.”

  I had no choice but to look at Talon. With my hair tucked behind my ear, there was no chance of hiding the mark on my jaw.

  When Talon saw my jaw, his eyes widened. Right at that moment his body gave way and he reached an explosive climax. My hand slowed as I pumped him, letting his own orgasm run down his shaft. It was hot and I felt my sex throbbing for Talon. I was stuck between looking into Talon’s sexy and deadly eyes and looking at the mess running down my hand and his shaft.

  After a few wild seconds, I started to breathe heavy. I swear, I was on the verge of my own climax.

  That’s when Talon reached for my jaw again. “What happened?” he asked.

  My hand was still holding his cock. “Nothing.”

  “Did you just try to lie to me?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You don’t want to lie to me, babe. So tell me what the fuck happened.”

  I opened my hand and pulled away from Talon. I hurried to stand. My hand was shaking, my wrist sore, my fingers oozing with Talon’s release.

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  Talon jumped up from the bed. He was a mess. His cock continued to throb. But he didn’t care. He stared right at me. Damn near right through me.

  “Layne… did he fucking do that? Tell me he did that. I’ll fucking gut him with a knife.”

  “No,” I said. “Christ, Talon. No. It wasn’t Layne.”

  Talon came at me. He put his hands to my waist and slowly backed me up. I crashed into his dresser and cried out. His eyes were so wide. So scary. It left me shaking and turned on.

  “Fucking tell me,” he growled.

  “I’m soaking wet, Talon,” I said. “Touch me. Please.”

  Talon curled his lip. “Are you playing fucking mind games with me right now?”

  “No, I swear. I’ll tell you. I just… I’m so close. I just…”

  “If that’s what you fucking want,” Talon said.

  He grabbed the front of my pants and in a matter of a few seconds, they were open and his hand was inside my panties. His fingers were rough against my smooth skin. The tip of his middle finger sought out and pressed at my clit so hard I let out whimpering cry. I grabbed Talon by the arm, spreading his own orgasm against his arm.

  “Fuck, babe,” he said. “That’s weird even for me.”

  “Sorry,” I gasped.

  Talon’s fingers slid down some more and two were touching against my pussy. He pressed, penetrating me with enough force that I jumped to my toes, seeking relief. But my body wanted the pleasure more and I caught myself thrusting at him.

  “Put your hand on mine,” Talon ordered.

  I slowly reached down. My hand touched and was on top of Talon’s. I tried to grip his hand but barely managed to do so. Talon was in complete control. My middle finger touched my pussy, easing its way in along with Talon’s two thick fingers.

  “Tell me how it feels,” Talon said.

  “So fucking good,” I whispered. “Oh, Talon, fuck…”

  “Good,” he said. “Now for a little payback.”

  I opened my mouth and was left speechless as Talo
n slowly moved down my body. He took his fingers from my pussy but made sure to leave my middle finger there. I gently touched myself, sliding my finger in and out, over and over. Talon tore at my pants and panties, bringing them down to my knees. His hands then climbed up my legs.

  I stared down and watch as Talon looked up at me. He had a grin on his face that damn near made me come. Never had I seen someone so sexy and powerful before in my life.

  “You keep going, babe,” he said. “Don’t stop until you come.”

  I nodded, unable to talk.

  Talon then moved his mouth close to me… but he didn’t taste me. He didn’t kiss me down there. He didn’t flick his tongue. He didn’t even touch me. He simply let out long, hot breaths. Just like I had done to him.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, finding only one word in my mental dictionary.

  My finger started to move faster. I then added my pointer finger. It was nothing compared to what Talon’s fingers did to me, but with him breathing against my pussy, it was what I needed.

  The faster I moved, the more I heard the wet sound of body. And the more Talon let out breaths. His hands were against my legs, massaging me, sending even more pulses throughout my body.

  I started to reach climax and I sank my fingers in deep. I turned them and pulled out. Then with the tips of my fingers, I pressed against my clit and moved in any direction I could think of. That was the last straw for my body. I put my head back and started to let go for real.

  Talon let out a long, hissing breath as I came. I wanted nothing more than for him to just fucking lick me. Just once. Please, just once.

  “Fuck… Talon…”

  My body started to shake. I felt like I could burst into tears it was so good. I opened and looked down. Talon was looking up at me again with those killer eyes. They were literally eyes that killed…

  “This is for you,” he whispered.

  I then watched as Talon put his mouth to my pussy. I felt a long stroke from his tongue and my knees gave way. Talon was quick to have his hands at my waist, keeping me from falling. I felt pulses everywhere throughout my body as Talon started to stand again.

  He stared at me as I caught my breath. He looked deeply angry. Maybe this was the kind of anger that set him off before and had him shoot Tommy. I saw the images of him shooting Tommy again and it made me shiver.

  Gently, Talon put a hand to my jaw. I winced, even at the slightest touch. It didn’t hurt all that bad, it was more or less the initial shock and sting of pain.

  “I want you to know something,” Talon said. “I’ve killed before and I’ll kill again. If someone’s hurt someone I… I…”

  I what?

  My heart pounded, wondering what exactly Talon wanted to say.

  “Fuck it,” he said. “Tell me what happened. And don’t lie, babe. You don’t want to know what happens then.”

  5.

  (Talon)

  How did things get so fucked up?

  That was probably the most honest thought I had in a long time. It seemed like it was just yesterday when I could walk through the clubhouse with respect, honor, and control. I would call a meeting at the table and we would all give input on the club and where we were going. We’d have goddamn plans. Missions. Fucking purposes. We would help each other, love each other, and at the end of the day, we’d come back to the clubhouse and let loose.

  But that all changed. And maybe it even started to change long before I went to prison. With me gone and the President patch there but not really voted or claimed, yeah, it let a lot of bullshit seep into the club. But those initial cracks in the foundation, they were there before I went away.

  Now I had to claim it all back. Fight my way back, literally.

  “Talon… don’t kill him…”

  I dug my heels into the floor and stopped dead in my tracks. I looked at Everly. The left side of her jaw was red, slightly swollen. It would probably end up bruising before the mark disappeared.

  Gabel fucking hit her with his gun. While she was in Layne’s room.

  Where was the goddamn protection?

  What the hell was Layne doing?

  “He was in the shower,” Everly whispered, as though she could read my mind.

  “Layne?”

  “Yeah. That’s why he didn’t see.”

  I shook my head. “You should have been in there with him then. Or at least the bathroom.”

  I saw how uncomfortable Everly looked. “I don’t know. Maybe it wasn’t right, because of you.”

  “Me? Fuck that. I don’t buy that respect shit for a second. If Layne was a man and if he really cared about you, he would protect you. And I’m not saying drag you into the fucking shower and fuck you, Everly. I’m talking about protecting you.”

  I grabbed her hand and started to walk again. She was right next to me, only this time she didn’t protest.

  Maybe I fucked up with Tommy. Sure, I shouldn’t have gone wild with my trigger finger. Maybe I should have found a more liable target for my first kill outside prison, but that was done now. I couldn’t make Tommy rise from the dead, cock pills and all.

  I wasn’t going to let this go. Not within my club. And not with my woman.

  My woman.

  Fuck, I had to take it easy with my thoughts on all this. Everly was better off being Everly. Being called babe. Being naked and wiggling around my room, my bed, against my fingers, tongue, and cock.

  When I saw Gabel at the bar, I stopped again. I looked around the clubhouse and saw a handle of the guys there. Layne was against the one wall, arms folded, having a heated discussion with Austin. Austin was kind of like a rat bitch for the MC. He was able to go out and dig up some information for us. He was a good man, a loyal man, even if he was basically a rat. But he was our rat and that was cool.

  I let out a long whistle that gained the attention of everyone in the clubhouse. That included Gabel. He held a glass of booze and took a sip from it. He nodded at me and he completely ignored the fact that Everly was right next to me.

  “Put your drink down,” I said to Gabel.

  “Whoa, what are you doing?” a voice asked behind me.

  Fucking Layne.

  I looked back. “You couldn’t protect her. You couldn’t even take a fucking shower without her getting hurt.”

  “What are…” Layne stopped himself.

  Yeah, he knew something happened.

  I set my sights back to Gabel. He was still holding his glass of booze.

  I walked forward, bringing Everly with me. I made a fist and punched the glass out of his hand. It shattered and the back of the bar was sprayed with booze and pebbles of glass.

  “Holy fuck!” Gabel yelled. “Are you crazy, man?”

  My hand shot out again and I had Gabel by the neck. I twisted and turned him, positioning him so that his back was to the bar. His eyes were blinking fast as his air was cut off.

  “Talon…”

  “You know what causes your dick not able to get hard?”

  “No…”

  I looked around the clubhouse. “Gabel can’t get hard. He was buying pills to help with that. I thought they were fucking drugs. I guess I’m the asshole here, right?” I looked at Gabel. “It’s all about blood flow, man. If the blood can’t get there, it can’t get hard. Right? So by choking you right now, I’m helping. All that blood will rush down to your dick.”

  “What… the… fuck…”

  I let out a laugh and then released my hold on Gabel. He coughed and grabbed his neck, rubbing it.

  “Talon,” someone called out. “They were pills. They weren’t drugs.”

  “It’s not about that,” I said. “Give me your gun, Gabel.”

  “What?”

  “Give me your fucking gun.”

  Gabel looked around the clubhouse. I looked back at Layne. He looked guilty as sin. He knew he fucked up. He knew he hadn’t protected Everly. I don’t care what Everly said to Gabel, there was no reason for her to be hurt. Not under my watch or
my care.

  “Jesus Christ, Talon,” Gabel said. “I didn't mean to fucking hurt her, okay?”

  I stepped toward Gabel. “So your gun just somehow accidentally connected with her fucking jaw?”

  That’s when the entire clubhouse went silent. It was just me and Gabel, staring each other down. He didn’t have a fucking chance right now. And nobody was going to help him because he didn’t deserve it.

  “She kept running her mouth,” Gabel said. “About my dick. You don’t know what it’s like… I was going to scare her, that’s all. But she came at me. So I swung.”

  “Give me the gun,” I said.

  Gabel handed me his gun. I hurried and put it to his head. Maybe if this was a week ago, I would have pulled the trigger. I don’t know. I did it like this to make a statement to the club. I looked around. All eyes were on me. Not a sound to be heard. Except for maybe Gabel’s thudding heart.

  Maybe it was another chance to make some kind of fucking speech to all these guys. I just wanted to kill Gabel. But I couldn’t though. I couldn’t pull the fucking trigger. All I thought about was Tommy. Dragging him from the car. Not giving him a chance to talk. To defend himself. All because Gabel needed a boner.

  I took the gun away from Gabel’s forehead.

  He let out a long sigh. “Fuck, Talon,” he said. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to hurt her…”

  “I know,” I said. I put a hand to Gabel’s face. “I know. Everyone around here seems to be sorry. But there needs to be action. Punishment. Understanding. And if anyone fucks with my woman, I fuck them.”

  I heard a few soft chuckles and that did it for me.

  I brought the gun across and hit Gabel in the face with it. He let out a cry and tried to fall. That was the pussy way out. To get hit once and go down. Cover up. Beg. Hope I’d go away.

  But I held Gabel up. I pushed at his shirt and held him against the bar. I brought the gun to his face again, and again, and again. The blood started to spray everywhere. When I stopped, Gabel’s mouth was still moving.