Slowly, I peeled off my cut. I tossed it into the corner, allowing the leather to bunch up as I untucked my white shirt. Tonight, all I wanted was her sounds. I wanted to feel her writhing underneath my fingertips while water sloshed over the sides of the tub. There was plenty of time to mark her. Plenty of time to pump her full of the juices I’d saved only for her.
Right now, I wanted to watch her climax over and over and over again.
I ticked off my shoes before I took off my leather belt, then made my way to the tub. Gemma was leaned back as her foot reached up, turning off the water while the bubbles danced just above her tits. She looked positively angelic, with her lightly tanned skin and her dark brown hair spread out in the water. I sat behind her on the edge of the bath, and she tried to turn around and catch a glimpse of me, but I cupped her cheeks and stopped the movement before I turned her gaze forward.
“Just relax,” I said.
I cupped my hands and soaked her hair with water while she sighed in content. I took to washing her hair, making sure I massaged her scalp good before I rinsed and conditioned it. I slipped the hair tie she had from around her wrist and tied her hair up at the crown of her head, allowing the conditioner to sit there for a spell while I began to lather up a washcloth.
Then, I took to washing down her body.
I took time in the areas I wanted to feel most. The crook of her neck. The underside of her breasts. Around her nipples, while they stiffened to painful peaks. She sighed and giggled while I cleaned her down, allowing my lips to trace the shell of her ear and whisper how beautiful she was naked in my bathtub.
She was shivering by the time I ran the washcloth between her legs, and by them, she was shamelessly grinding to find any sort of friction.
I smirked into the drenched crook of her neck and took in the scent of her clean skin. I parted her folds with the washcloth, finding that sensitive little clit of hers as she placed a kiss on the side of my face. I turned my head, capturing her lips in a heated kiss while my tongue sought out hers, then I began swirling the rough washcloth around on her clit while she trembled in the water.
I swallowed her moans and groans while her legs shook and quaked. I could feel her pulling taut against me, her back arching into me as our lips broke apart. The breath that rose up from her throat smelled of grilled chicken and vegetables, and I smiled at the fact that she had eaten while I was gone.
She made herself comfortable, and that’s all I wanted.
She moaned and whimpered with her first climax, and I watched as the water began to tease the edge of the bathtub. I allowed the washcloth to float away as my hand cupped her pussy, and in an instant, she was ready for more. She was twisting her body unnaturally, trying to find my fingers against her body while I dropped to my knees at the side of the tub.
Then, I slid one of my long, dexterous fingers into her swollen entrance as she lobbed her head back.
“Oh, Talon,” she said, moaning. “Holy hell.”
I wanted to shove my cock down her throat and silence that dirty little mouth of hers. I wanted to fuck her into the wall until all the pictures fell off and shattered on the ground. I wanted to roll orgasms over her body until she passed out in my arms, then I wanted to wake her up with the same thing that brought her to such a luscious sleep in the first place.
But I settled for simply watching her. Her and her beauty while she slung one of her smooth, slender legs over the edge of the tub.
She opened herself to me as I pressed another finger into her pussy. I could see her silken juices swirling in the water while the bubbles began to fade away. Soon, her entire body was mine for the taking while her tits bounced along the surface. My thumb found her clit, and I began to toy with it, feeling it swell underneath me as the water started to drench my clothes.
She was bucking so hard that waves of it were gushing over the edge of the tub, and I couldn’t help but smile while my cock throbbing against my jeans.
“Talon! Yes! Holy… holy shit. Just like that.”
These were the sounds I wanted. The sounds she couldn’t make in the shed. I wanted to memorize the way she chewed my name. The way she clung to it desperately while I forced her to the edge. The water was sloshing, and the bathroom floor was soaked, and my clothes were clinging to me while Gemma chased her high from nothing but my hands.
I pressed my thumb into her clit and sent her over the edge, and soon her conditioned hair was in the water as she arched her back so far I thought she would break it.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Her words were breathless. Droning. Like someone had her by the throat. I gave her one last stroke of my fingers before I slowly removed my hand, and she dropped into the water with such a fury that she splashed herself in the face.
I smiled and rose up, pressing a kiss to her tired, trembling lips before I slid behind her and began to wash the conditioner out of her hair. Her soft tresses slid through my fingertips, untangled and flowing even while her body boasted of its lustful red tint. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I pulled her from the water. She fell into my arms, and her eyes were lobbing shut, and oh, how I wanted to lay next to her that night.
But I knew we couldn’t.
Not without someone finding out.
“I’m gonna dry you off, and you’re gonna take a nap before you head home,” I said.
“We’re-... you’re not-... I-I-I mean-”
“Trust me,” I said as I wrapped her body up, “there’s plenty of time for what I want from you.”
I scooped her into my arms and took her downstairs, settling her on the couch. I knew the kind of girl she was. Always considering others even while someone told her to take time for herself. I grinned as I opened up the microwave, seeing the plate of food that was staring at me, and I went to settle next to her while she slept.
I ate the food she cooked for me while I watched her sleep, her chest rising and falling while the droplets of water dried from her soft, beautiful skin.
“I’ll protect you,” I said as I took a bite of the chicken. “No matter what.”
Chapter 12
Gemma
I fluttered my eyes open as I heard a clatter behind me. I shot up from my position on some sort of cushion, allowing the blanket to slide from my body. The chill of the dark apartment shivered my skin, and in an instant, Talon sat back down next to me.
“It’s all right,” he said. “You’re just on the couch downstairs.”
My head was swimming as he wiggled in behind me. His strong legs parted, accepting my naked body before he pulled the blanket back up over me. I settled back against his strong chest, feeling his fingertips sliding through my soft, damp hair.
And just that quickly, I could feel my need growing for him.
I sat up on his lap and turned around to face him. His blue eyes hooked onto mine while his short brown hair sparkled in a light source I still couldn’t identify, and as his hands settled onto my naked skin, I felt a shiver crawl up my spine.
“Didn’t get enough?” he asked coyly.
I reached my hands down and slowly slid his shirt up over his body. His rippling chest came into view, flooding into a row of chiseled abs that had me completely hypnotized. I saw the grin crawl across his cheeks while my hands slowly slipped down the ripples of his body, and I could feel his cock pressing against my naked leg.
“Definitely not,” I said, whispering.
In an instant, I was on my back. His lips crashed into mine, and I yelped in pain, feeling them swell underneath his pressure while my hands worked his pants off his hips. My feet slid them down his long, strong legs while my hands clawed up his back, and I felt him moan into my lips at the sensation while his cock teased my entrance.
I felt his hands pry mine from his back before he pinned them above my head. His lips nipped down my skin, sucking in patches of my chest before he wrapped his lips around my stiffened nipples. I moaned and whimpered, thrusting my hips up to meet his.
> But all he did was pull his thick dick away from me.
“Please, Talon,” I said breathlessly. “Let me feel you.”
I slowly opened my eyes and saw that carnal desire ignite behind them. His stare was nothing short of animalistic, and as he slowly raised his face to meet mine, I felt him slip the tip of his cock into my body.
“Say it again,” he said.
“Please,” I said breathlessly. “Fuck me, Talon.”
He held my hands down above my head while his cock ripped me into two. My back arched off the couch while my heels dug into the cushions, his hips settling a relentless pace. His tight body raked against my clit, sending my head swirling while Talon’s teeth marked my breasts as his territory. With every thrust he took, I felt my body ignite, threatening to burn down this entire apartment with the electricity coursing through my veins.
And even though my hips ached, all I wanted was more.
“Faster,” I said breathlessly. “Give me all of you.”
I opened my eyes and watched his lips crash into mine, a fury of pain and pleasure wafting over my body while he ground his hips harder into me.
Pound after pound, I felt my body jump. Thrust after thrust, I felt the shiver of orgasm tighten my core. The deeper he sunk into me, the more I wanted to feel. My juices were dripping down my ass crack and soaking his balls, my juices splattering all over the cushions of his couch while our bodies writhed together in passion.
“Come for me,” he said darkly. “Tighten that little pussy around my cock.”
“Talon. Holy shit, Talon. Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Right there. Right there. Right there. Right-”
My jaw unhinged in silent pleasure while my head pressed back into the couch. My back arched painfully, cramping my toes as they curled so deeply into my feet I thought they were going to snap. My pussy grabbed his cock and put it in a vice grip, silencing his thrusts while I felt him spill into my body.
And all the while, he was peppering my marked skin with his warm, wet kisses.
The two of us plummeted to the couch, shaking and panting with the sheer force of our climaxes. He stayed seated inside of me while our juices leaked out from between my legs, and it wasn’t until he began to shrivel inside of me that he held me close and pulled the blanket over our naked bodies.
“Talon,” I said breathlessly.
“Yes?”
“Can I… admit something to you?”
My eyes opened to meet his, and the kind smile that crossed his face made me feel comforted and protected.
“You can tell me anything, Gemma,” he said.
“I’ve had a crush on you ever since I can remember,” I said, giggling. “And I’ve wondered for years what it would be like to be with you.”
The salacious smile that crossed his face sent electric shocks down my spine.
“Then know you’re not the only one,” he said.
“Seriously?” I asked.
“Mhm.”
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“Because I was scared of your brother back then,” he said.
“But… you’re not now?” I asked.
“No.”
“Then how are we going to tell him? About this, I mean. I mean, it’s okay if you wanna keep it a secret. But if you don’t, how will we-”
“Leave that to me,” I said. “That’s not for you to worry about.”
“But he’s my brother,” I said.
“And he’s mine, too. We became brothers the moment we joined The Road Rebels. You leave him to me.”
I nodded my head, and he brought his lips to my forehead for a kiss.
“You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted, Gemma,” he said. “And I’ll do anything I can to keep you.”
I sighed at his words and cuddled deeper into his pulsing, rippling muscles.
“I don’t wanna leave,” I said breathlessly.
“Then don’t. Stay here.”
“I can’t. I told Jace I’d be back tonight,” I said.
“That name’s gonna take some getting’ used to,” he said, chuckling. “We’ll worry about that later. Just get some rest.”
I knew I was headed for a world of trouble. I knew Jace would be irate with me for not coming home and he’d be even angrier at the fact that I didn’t tell him about it. He’d want to know where I was and who I was with, which meant I’d either have to mount a defense or concoct a lie I was willing to defend.
But Talon’s body was so warm, and his eyes were so comforting.
And my body was so tired.
“I guess I could get up early and leave,” I said.
“And I’ll keep you warm until you do,” he said.
He wrapped his arms around me while he held each other close on the couch. The only sound wafting around our heads were the sounds of cars racing by his apartment. The smell of our sex permeated the air, tugging a smile across my lips while I rested against the chest of the man I’d dreamt about for years.
In that very moment, all my worries faded into the background, and all that was left was Talon’s heart beating against my chest.
Chapter 13
Talon
I held Gemma all through the night while thoughts of her naked body against mine swirled around in my head. I hadn’t planned on taking her the way I did, but I couldn’t deny her what she was so clearly asking of me. It was hard enough restraining myself while I helped her to relax in that tub, but the way she scrambled for my body snapped something inside of me. In that very moment, I had to have all of her. I needed her underneath me, panting my name while I sunk myself into her. I needed to feel the juices of our lust against her leg while she locked herself around me all night.
I pulled her as close as I could get her on the couch while her breathing evened out against my body.
I ran my fingers through her hair while I came up with ways I could defuse this situation with Snake. He’d be fucking pissed, no matter what Gemma or I told him. All I wanted to do was try to keep Gemma from the brunt of it while communicating to him that I did care for his sister. That I wasn’t gonna let anything happen to her. That no matter what the fuck I did with Calista in order to garner information, it didn’t mean shit.
Gemma was the only woman I wanted, and I needed to find a way to communicate that to Snake while keeping her safe.
I fell asleep with my fingers tangled in her tresses and her breasts pressed against my body. She smelled of vanilla and wreaked of sensual desires, and it was all I could do to keep myself at bay while I slept next to her on my couch. The mere fact that she had cooked me dinner told me she wanted to make sure I was okay, and it was a new revelation I had to digest. Women were usually just fucks to me. Just things to get me by while I tried to replace Gemma with other pussies. Fuck her from my mind before my dreams swallowed me under and coated me with the beauty of her smile.
And now I was holding her naked body against mine, shrouding her from the darkness after she begged for my cock.
Having Gemma in my arms after years of dreaming about it seemed surreal. Her body had changed throughout the years and she’d been through some of the worst parts of hell, and she still somehow retained the innocent glow I’d always associated her with. Her skin was soft, not marred with scars and callouses like mine was. Her lips were full and plump, not thin and chapped like mine were from riding and constantly frowning all the damn time. Her hair was long and luscious while mine was short, and her body held the softest of curves while my body boasted of muscles used to hurt, defend, and protect.
In many ways, she was my exact opposite, and yet that’s exactly how two puzzle pieces clung to one another. By filling out the other’s opposing holes and dips.
That’s what Gemma did for me. She filled me up in places I simply couldn’t. She rounded me out in places I had no business diving into. She provided me with what I needed when I didn’t even know I needed it.
Like the dinner she probably cooked without a seco
nd thought.
In any other scenario, I would’ve come home from that meeting and drank until I fell asleep. In any other scenario, I would’ve slept until lunchtime, then still had a beer before I put food in my stomach. In any other scenario, I would’ve hopped on my computer, hacked into another government-funded organization just for fun, then hopped back into bed until the club called on me again.
In one fell swoop, Gemma had filled holes in me she didn’t even realize, and that was something I wasn’t willing to give up just yet. Sure, I could plug her physical holes and make her cry out with ecstasy, but I wanted the chance to prove to her that I could be the man she’d always wanted me to be.
The man I knew she dreamt of, just like I dreamt about her.
But I also knew her brother would be an obstacle for us. I knew she would have to lie to Snake in the morning in order to explain where she was last night. And I couldn’t blame her. I made it very clear to her that it was my job to handle her brother. Not hers. It was my job to prove to her brother that I cared for her and could take care of her. Not the other way around. I knew Snake would hound her about where she’d been and why she didn’t come home, which meant I had to help her come up with something to tell him.
That was my responsibility to her-- my promise to her. To protect her from anything and everything until I had a chance to deal with it on my own.
My mind was swirling with things she could tell him until I could sit down and talk with him face-to-face, but I finally drifted off to sleep before I settled onto any one of them.
But the sound of someone knocking on the door jerked me awake.
Gemma was still sleeping against my chest, looking just as beautiful as she did last night. Her skin was glowing and her hair was tousled. Her lips were swollen and her even breaths made me smile. I placed a kiss to her forehead before I slid from between her arms, silently cursing whoever the fuck was knocking down my fucking door at eight in the morning.
I pulled on a pair of jeans and made my way for the door before I looked out to see who it was.
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