Buzzy started calling my name before he could get off his ride. He waved his hands and the look on his face told me something was seriously wrong. Jagg instinctively went to Talon, proving even more that the damn clubhouse was split. We were like two functioning MC’s within one. And that was a sure way to implode.
“You two fucking assholes,” Buzzy growled. “Put your fucking guns down. Everly’s been arrested.”
I dropped my arm. I looked at Buzzy. “What?”
Layne had every opening to take me out. Blow my fucking head off. A stupid mistake by me, caused by a goddamn woman.
But Layne didn’t kill me.
“She’s been taken in,” Buzzy said. “Detective John arrested her.”
“For what?” I asked.
The tapes? Did Jade give up the video? Did fucking Vaughn do it? Was he jealous because I fucked his sister?
“I don’t know,” Buzzy said. “She’s in a holding cell in town. We have to get her before they keep her or book her.”
“He wants her in prison?” Layne asked.
“I don’t know. The lawyer called me because you two don’t get fucking cell reception up here. Detective John took her in and had one of the officers call our lawyer. He’s fucking with us. He probably has nothing on her, but he could squeeze the shit out of paperwork to make our lives miserable.”
“Like hell,” I yelled.
I ran to my ride and was kicking my feet, pulling on the throttle before the damn engine was started. The motorcycle started and I kicked up some dirt as I went to the road.
I was the first one to the police station. I was the only one there as I burst through the doors and started demanding my girl. And by having my mind and my mouth say it just like that - my girl - it made me freeze up. The reality of losing Everly seemed impossible to deal with. If Detective John was going to fuck with her to get to me, then I’d rather give myself up to anything he wanted. Just to make this shit stop.
The MC had worked with a few of the badges in the department and there was a mutual respect. Nobody paid anyone else off, it wasn’t like that. But we had respect.
I was taken to the cell and stood on the outside, looking in at Everly. She sat on a cold bench and looked at me, her eyes weary, visibly shaken. She slowly stood and walked toward me.
“Open the fucking door,” I said.
“Can’t yet,” the officer said.
I grabbed the young punk by his throat and threw him against the bars. “Why the fuck not?”
His eyes went wide.
Where’s your training now, asshole?
“We’re waiting for paperwork,” he said. “She’s going to be released in a few minutes. I swear on it.”
“Go get the fucking paperwork now,” I bellowed.
I threw the officer by his throat and then grabbed the bars and pulled at them as though I could break them off their welded hinges and break Everly free.
“Jesus Christ, beautiful,” I said. “What the hell happened?”
“Been hanging around you too much,” Everly said and smiled.
“It’s not funny. This is torture for me right now. I can’t get to you. I can’t help you. I can’t fucking save you.”
“I’ll be fine,” Everly said.
“Don’t say that shit. What the hell happened?”
“I attacked Detective John.”
“What?”
“I attacked him. I slammed my forehead off his nose and busted him open. I tried to slap him and he cuffed me. Threw me into the back of his car and brought me here.”
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to comprehend what was just said to me. “Everly…”
“He was saying some nasty stuff to me. About me. About you. He’s going to hurt you, Talon. Again.”
Again.
Like I needed to hear that.
I gripped the bars tighter and gritted my teeth. “I’m not some dumb kid anymore, beautiful. I can defend myself.”
“How?” Everly snapped. “Kill him?”
“If that’s what it takes,” I said. “Right now my only priority is getting you out of here. Getting you back to the clubhouse. What the fuck, beautiful? Why were you off the property?”
“I was at the gate, Talon. I was looking outside of it all. Looking at what seems like… freedom.”
“Freedom?” I asked. “You think that’s freedom?”
“What is this? I’m in jail.”
“Because of me. All these enemies because of me. Is that what it is?”
“I never said that.”
I pushed from the bars. “I’m going to settle all of this, Everly. I’m sorry it’s happened like it has. But I was inside for a little bit. I had people trying to kill me everyday. And the second I came out, there were bullets etched with my name, okay? I have a lot of battles to win and shit to prove right now. When that settles. When that patch is mine… it’ll be fine.”
Everly nodded. “Okay.”
She didn’t believe me.
That fucking hurt.
I waited another minute and the same officer came back. He wouldn’t even look me in the eyes. He unlocked the cell and opened the door. Everly ran from the cell and jumped into my arms. That was a move I didn’t quite expect. I wrapped my arms around her as her mouth came to mine. Goddamn, nothing ever tasted this good. No drink, no pussy, nothing. Everly’s mouth and tongue, fighting and demanding attention, her breathing heavy, her tight body pressed against mine.
I slid my hands to her ass, my cock getting rock hard quickly.
That’s when Officer Cockblock cleared his throat.
The kiss ended and Everly dropped to her feet.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him. “Jealous?”
“Get the fuck out of here, Talon,” he said.
“Will do, Officer. Will fucking do.”
I took Everly by the hand and led her from the police station. Outside waiting were Layne, Buzzy, Jagg, Drave, and Austin. They all started to clap and whistle for Everly.
“Just a formality,” I whispered into her ear.
I looked at Layne and saw his face grow with anger. The second he saw me holding Everly’s hand, he turned and got on his motorcycle.
She’s mine, brother. All mine. And the club? That’s mine, too.
I couldn’t wait for the fucking vote.
8.
(Everly)
I held Talon tight. I was terrified of the jail and terrified of Detective John. Sitting in that damn thing left me cold, numb, and alone. The way Detective John toyed with me got to me. He had nothing on me and he wasn’t going to actually charge me with anything. He just strutted me into the police station and tossed me into an empty cell. He told the officers to call the lawyer and settle it.
It was a game. I was a pawn.
I held Talon even tighter. My fingers clawed at his leather cut and shirt.
We pulled into the compound and I had a sense of relief wash over me. I couldn’t believe for even a second I considered anything outside this place as freedom. It wasn’t. Freedom was living for yourself and living for what you believed in. Devil Call MC may have been a bunch of outlaws and criminals but they were men who believed in everything they did. They didn’t give up their souls for a job, a paycheck, or a life they weren’t sure of.
That had to mean something at the end of the day.
When Talon stopped his ride, he put his right hand to my hands, clutching me tight. He looked over his shoulder.
“Beautiful, what’s wrong?”
“I’m scared,” I admitted. “Okay? I’m fucking scared.”
“No,” he whispered. “Don’t ever be scared, beautiful. Not with me.”
His hand held tighter now. All the guys got off their rides and filed into the clubhouse. Layne led the pack, charging and tearing the door open. I knew he was pissed that Talon had been the one to come to me and get me out. But what did he expect? What did anyone expect? This was about Talon. It always was and always would be. He and I…
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To the left of the clubhouse a sunset burned across the sky. It was quiet, calm, and soothing. The spread of beautiful colors lasted only a few minutes before the horizon kept swallowing up the day. Nighttime used to be a sense of comfort for me. A chance to chill out and hope for a new day.
The only thing that comforted me now was Talon.
He lessened his grip and let me go. I stepped from the motorcycle but before I could take a step, Talon grabbed me and pulled me back to him. He swung a leg over the motorcycle and I was between his legs, leaning against him as he sat sideways on the motorcycle. His hands went to my face and he shook his head.
“You fucked up John’s face?” he asked with a grin.
“His nose,” I said. “There probably won’t be a mark, but he bled a lot. I got him good.”
“You’re fucking wild, beautiful. I love that about you. But you can’t get killed. Not for me. Not for this club. Not even for yourself. Not until everything is settled. And situated.”
“He tried to force himself on me,” I admitted. “So I had to defend myself.”
“That’ll never happen again. I promise you. You’re never leaving my side again.”
“Don’t say things that aren’t true.”
“What? You’re going to keep sleeping in Layne’s room because you’re pissed at me?”
Fuck, he was so sexy. Even when he was being a smart ass prick about things, he was still just… everything to me. I loved him. I really did. I feared telling him that because of what it would mean or what it would do to him. So I swallowed the thought down into the depths of my heart.
Talon pulled me in and kissed me. His lips were amazing. He kissed with the same fierce rebellion that he offered the real world. And it was fast, furious, and fucking hot. My body was on fire within two seconds of his tongue flickering its way into my mouth.
His hands moved from my face, easing down my body, fingertips touching my breasts over my shirt and then beyond. One hand touched my waist and cut up, getting under my shirt, bare fingers to bare skin. It made me shiver and sigh with relief.
This was protection. This was freedom.
Talon’s other hand cupped between my legs. His move of defiance and alpha command over me, fingers digging into denim and panties to force his strong touch against me.
I was a wet mess already and he was just making things worse.
Talon moved his hand up and flicked at the button on my jeans. I let out a shuddering gasp when I realized we weren’t going to wait to get into the clubhouse. The tips of his fingers carefully moved into my jeans and panties, curling around the soft, wet flesh of my pussy. He added pressure and I was on my toes, groaning into his mouth.
I broke our hot kiss and moved my lips down his neck and bit at him. Two of his fingers were against me and then inside me. Twisting and turning, my walls throbbed against his perfect touch. The world fell away and the world could have fucking fallen apart in this moment, it didn’t matter. The feel of Talon touching me, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body overtook my mind, my thoughts, my worries, my fear. Just like Talon had done to me the first time he touched me, he did it again.
Talon’s other hand crept up my belly to my breast. In a quick move, Talon pushed at me and then spun around. Now I was against the motorcycle.
“Take those fucking pants off,” Talon growled.
My hands were shaking with almost a virginal delight as I pushed my pants and panties down. I kicked them down to my ankles, then looked around. We were outside. Anyone from the MC could come out and see us. More so… Layne.
Talon had his fingers back to my sex, rubbing against me. He wouldn’t finger me right now but that didn’t matter. I didn’t just want his fingers inside me right now. I wanted his cock. No, I needed his cock.
He wasn’t going to give me that right away either. When he started to move down my body, I gasped and felt a pulse between my legs. I opened my legs as much as I could, almost instinctively, waiting for Talon. I looked down and in the darkness of the night, I made out the silhouette of his mouth as it came toward me.
That outlaw tongue cut hard between my folds, tasting my wetness. The tip of his tongue pressed hard against my clit. I gripped the seat of the motorcycle, thrusting at Talon. It was so crazy, risky, but it was so good and so right.
He put a hand to my stomach to hold me still. My toes instantly curled, needing to do something while I forced myself to not move. Talon had control of everything. My body, my heart, my thoughts.
His lips came together against mine, suckling the sweetness off me, leaving me crying out into the dark night. I gasped when Talon moved his tongue back down my pussy.
When his mouth left my body, I groaned, wanting more.
Talon stood up and grabbed my face. As he came at me, I caught the scent of my own desire a second before he plunged his tongue into my mouth making me taste myself. I kissed back at him hard, enjoying it.
“Do it,” Talon growled between kisses. “Take my cock and put it against your tight pussy. I need to fuck you right now.”
I moaned and put my hands to work. I fought with Talon’s belt buckle and jeans. I hurried to open his jeans, my hand seeking the root of his cock. I found it easily and wrestled his long and thick rod from his jeans. I stroked to the tip of his erection and squeezed. He was so big and full. I was so achy and tender.
“Fuck, beautiful, do it,” Talon growled.
I pushed his cock down and thrust my hips at him. My pussy rubbed against the head of his cock. I let out a feral growl and squeezed at the middle of his shaft. My hand was shaking as I pressed him against me. He penetrated me so slowly, the pressure leaving me almost breathless. He slipped in right up to my hand. I was so full already but there was so much more to offer. I opened my hand and placed it against the rippling cut of his stomach muscles.
“That’s right,” Talon said. “So fucking tight and beautiful.”
He grunted as he thrust, opening me for his taking. My head fell back and I wanted to scream. If I hadn’t lost my damn breath, I would have screamed so loud everyone from the clubhouse would have rushed out to check on me.
That’s how good it fucking felt.
And Talon wasn’t done right there either. As fast as he sank into me, he pulled back. The movement was quick and kept me breathless. He then thrust harder at me, forcing me to collapse toward him. My nails dug at his stomach, my other hand clutching the shoulder of his leather cut. My head fell down to his chest.
Talon put a hand to the back of my head and massaged with his fingers.
“It’s so fucking good,” he whispered. “So fucking good, beautiful.”
He kept fucking me, leaving me almost able to see it in the darkness. I could feel it and I could hear it. The wet pumps of his body slamming against me, filling me, pulling back, filling me again.
There was nothing I could do. It got even more intense when my body let itself go. I came so hard, throbbing with an endless ache that spread from my core through the rest of my body. My breasts suddenly felt sore. My nipples hard and sensitive. A tingling sensation spread down my legs and through my face and into my head.
I never felt a pleasure like this before.
And Talon fucked me through it. Deep and hard thrusts, bringing himself to his own climax. He hurried to reach up and grab my face again, making me look at him. He brought his mouth to mine and growled as he started to come.
That wild throb of his cock, filling me endlessly. Thrusting, pumping, our bodies working together for each other’s benefit.
The kiss paused for a split second and even though we were in the dark, I never experienced such an intense stare before.
Talon gritted his teeth and hissed. “I fucking… goddamn, beautiful, I’m falling… so fucking hard… I’m…”
I kissed Talon.
Was he going to tell me he loved me?
If so, I wasn’t sure how ready I was for that right now.
Fuck it though, right? If he
wanted to say it… I wanted to hear it…
I broke the kiss.
“Talon…”
That’s when the sound of hands clapping echoed around us.
Talon pulled out of me and tucked himself away.
We turned our heads and a set of headlights instantly turned on.
At first I thought it was Detective John. It creeped me out to think that sicko would watch Talon fuck me.
But then a figure appeared in front of the headlights. It was not a man watching us. The woman kept clapping.
“What the fuck, Talon?” I asked, my legs still open.
“No,” he growled.
“Well, that was quite the show, Talon,” the woman’s voice said.
“Talon, who is that?” I asked.
I didn’t need him to answer. Because… she did…
“Almost as good as you fucking me,” she said.
I gasped and I reached down for my panties and pants.
Never in my life had I felt like such a whore.
9.
(Talon)
Jade had just watched me fuck Everly. And now she stood in the lights of a car, fucking digging hard in Everly’s already fragile heart. Of all the shit I had done in my life, I never let a woman sit on my ride while I fucked them. Yeah, I had plenty of women go down on me while I sat on my ride, but I never ate a woman’s pussy while she sat on the seat.
It was my way of proving something to myself. To Everly. Maybe trying to kick down that fucking wall and tell her that I goddamn loved her. Because I fucking did. I fucking loved her.
And Jade just ruined the moment. The night. Fuck, maybe Jade ruined everything.
“I’ll let you two be,” Jade said. “But, Talon, we need to talk.”
“So talk then,” Everly said, her voice cracking, trying so hard to be strong.
“No,” I said. “Everly…”
“Everly?” Jade said. “Now that’s a pretty name.”
“Fuck off,” I growled. “You fucking whore.”
“I’m a whore?” Jade asked. “I’m not the one getting plowed on the back of a motorcycle.”
I felt Everly almost collapse on me. I grabbed her waist and kept her steady.
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