Taz (Tarnished Souls MC Book 2)

by Dusty Lassetter

  The distress on Tellers face is captivating. He looks like a scared child trying to wake up his unresponsive mother. Stricken with fear and desperation, he has turned into an uncontrollable machine.

  It’s a miracle Mia and I hear the nurse’s footsteps coming down the hall. We both look at each other before looking at the men in the room.

  “Well take care of this,” we state in unison closing the door with us on the opposite side of it.

  “Excuse me,” the redheaded nurse says in a sugary sweet tone that sounds fake while trying to get to the door we are blocking. I can tell she is only being nice because her job requires it. There’s just something about her face that screams “bitch”. Neither Mia nor myself move because we know the men haven’t gotten Teller under control. We can’t allow her in there because the consequences it could bring. Teller is stricken with grief and anger, and no one is going to hold his emotion against him.

  “Do you have a bathroom I could use?” Mia asks, trying to distract the nurse, “I ate some bad Chinese food and it’s not settling to well.”

  She adds a special touch to her lie when she grabs onto her stomach making a face that suggests she’s in serious pain.

  “It’s down the hall on your left,” the nurse answers, “now if you’ll excuse me.”

  “Do you have anything I could take for a headache? I have a pounding behind my eyes,” now it’s my turn to lie, but I’m not as good at it. I know she can see right through my story, but it doesn’t matter because she’s not big enough to move the both of us.

  “Do I need to call security?” She questions, getting a look of annoyance on her face. Her fake sweet side is gone, and now her true colors are starting to come through with her snooty-tone.

  “Listen, bit...”

  “Spitfire,” Torch interrupts Mia after the door is suddenly pulled open. We turn to look into the room that was in utter chaos a minute ago. I release a breath of relief at the sight of Saint sleeping peacefully in bed, clothes rumple free.

  “Visiting hours are over,” the nasty nurse informs using her bitchy tone once again.

  “We’re leaving,” Taz says, “but before we do I would suggest you take some classes on your bedside manner.”

  The satisfaction of Taz putting her in her place makes me smile, and her frown. Torch is the first to exit the room, moving Mia along with him and me out of his way. Taz soon follows along with Hammer, leaving Teller and my dad as the only two people left.

  The nurse moves to walk through the doorway, wanting to check on the patient she is paid to take care of, but a sudden wall of muscle stops her.

  Teller doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. The nurse takes several steps back allowing him the room he needs to get by. Without so much as a glance he stalks down the hall. Whatever was said, or happened in the room while Mia and I were out here has seemed to work. Watching him walk away, I still get a glimpse of the cracks in his foundation, but hopefully he will allow the members of the club to help keep him from snapping again.

  Serenity

  The bathroom is slowly filling with steam from the hot water cascading down my back as I try to get clean enough to feel normal. I realize the invisible-filth I feel on my skin is going to take time to disappear, and no amount of scrubbing or scalding water will help the process along. It’s a hard habit to break. I don’t feel clean unless my skin is bright red from the self-abuse I inflict.

  Hearing the bathroom door open, I instantly stop scrubbing because I know Taz is in here to check on me like he has for the past week. It’s been two weeks since the day he claimed me, and he’s already acting like an overbearing caveman. The knowledge that he cares about me enough to show concern brings a smile to my face no matter how hard I try to convince myself his behavior is annoying.

  “Move over,” he orders, causing me to jump, and for the thoughts I was having to cease. This is the first time he has barged in on me showering, and I don’t exactly know how I feel about the situation. On one hand, I am happy to watch the water slide down his glorious-abs, leaving my jealous eyes no choice but to follow the traitorous drops that have no qualms about touching him. They are leading a path straight down his happy trail onto his pubic-hair that is doing nothing to hide the growing length between his legs. All his gleaming muscles and tight skin make me feel inadequate and I’m finding it hard not to feel mortified by my nudity. There’s not many men who have seen me like this, and the memories aren’t exactly ones I would like to remember.

  “My hands have been on every part of your body, Serenity, so please stop trying to hide,” he commands, moving the hands I hadn’t realized were covering my bare breasts and not so bare-vagina. Now I’m starting to rethink the brilliant idea I had of keeping myself ungroomed. I told myself I wouldn’t allow things to move too fast if I was ashamed of my lady beard.

  The shower we are occupying together is large enough for the both of us to be comfortable, but Taz is slowly starting to crowd me. His amazing six pack is close enough for me to stick my tongue out and taste, the perfect height as well, but I decide to be that forward might lead to something I’m not ready for. Sure, we’ve experimented with other things. Like Taz said, his hands have been on every part of my body, including some I imagine is still considered taboo, but a part of me fears crossing that distinctive line. Will my mind be able to handle the things my body has been begging for, or will my first time with Taz become a nightmare I can’t escape?

  “Trim my face for me,” he says, raising his hand that is holding a pair of waterproof- hair trimmers. The vibrating noise it makes as it awakens sends a naughty image of what else that device could be used for before I get a hold of my hormones enough to do what he has asked.

  “Tilt your head back,” I suggest to him so I can trim under his chin. This is the first time I have ever helped a man do this, I just hope I don’t mess it up. Taking my time, trying to concentrate on only what I am doing, I get halfway done when I feel Taz’s hands start caressing my breasts. I try to ignore his wandering digits, but all too soon he has me focusing more on his touch than my work.

  “Do you want me to mess up?” I question, loving the mischievous gleam in his green eyes. This is the playful Taz I love to be with. Right here, right now, Taz is being who he truly is. He’s not hiding behind the cloak of anger he constantly carries around.

  “I want you to hurry because I too have a job to do and the batteries aren’t fully charged,” he says, making a point to look down with his eyes. Although he can’t move his head because I’m holding it still with my free hand, I’m smart enough to know what he is gesturing at.

  “Who’s says I want you to trim that?”

  “I wasn’t asking,” he says, waiting for me to make my final pass over the last spot on his face. His beard was getting longer than I liked, so seeing his stubble back to the length I love pleases me enough to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

  “What was that for?” He questions.

  “Just because I can,” I state.

  When he reaches toward the clippers in my hand, I try to move them behind my back, but he is much stronger and faster than me. With his easy victory a huge grin pulls at his lips before he slowly falls to his knees. He nudges my legs open wide with his large hands on the inside of my thighs.

  The first pass of the clippers over my most private area isn’t as unpleasant as I had been imagining, and I’m too engrossed on the expression occupying Taz’s face to feel as uncomfortable as I thought I would. His eyebrows are pulled down in concentration, as his eyes following the path his hand is leading.

  The process is over relatively quick, but instead of rising back to his intimidating height Taz produces a razor from behind his back. Where the hell is he storying all this equipment? That’s the question I should ask, but I never get the chance because while lathering up my lower region, his fingers slip between my folds, teasing my center. I become lost to his perfectly placed touches, the erotic feeling of the blade he co
ntrols running over my skin, and the rush of hormones racing through my body.

  When he’s finished, I’m amazed by how much more sensitive I am to the water running down my newly bare skin. Staring at the man down on his knees, my heart fills with so much love I can barely contain it. Is this the logical response to have after your boyfriend has shaven your lady-bits? Probably not, but Taz and I have never had a normal relationship because we are both far from it.

  After the water has done its jobs relieving me of all the left-over shaving butter and loose hair, Taz looks up at me with a devilish smile on his face. Sticking his perfectly pink tongue out, he leans forward enough to examine his job with it. Two long strokes that end with him sucking my hidden clit into his mouth have me biting down on my lip, then I hear the sound of the clippers turning on. I watch him take the end used for gripping and start making small circles around my hood.

  “Taz…” I breathlessly whimper throwing my head back because the sight of what is happening proves to be too much for me. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on the multiple sensations that are threatening to send me into a flaming inferno of ecstasy.

  Just as I am growing accustomed to the rhythm he is creating with the hum of the clippers, he removes the object that is about to send me over the edge, replacing it with his own device. The new sensation of him pulling my exposed clit into his mouth rips the moan from my throat I’ve managed to keep concealed. Two quick flicks from the tip of his tongue and my muscles begin to twitch with the need to orgasm, but there is something stopping me from reaching my ultimate bliss. I feel empty, and for once I find myself not afraid to ask for what I want.

  “Your fingers,” I moan, wiggling my hips, “use your fingers.”

  Taz continues to concentrate on my engorged clit as he starts circling my entrance with the tip of his finger. Grabbing onto his hair, I make it impossible for him to move from where I need him, and there is an added benefit to having something to hold onto. I’m almost certain the heat pooling into my lower belly, and the toe-curling pleasure that’s igniting under my skin is going to end all feeling in my legs.

  The moment he slowly slides his finger into my entrance, I feel my walls tighten around the intrusion, silently begging for more. After he inserts another digit, curling them in the most delicious way, my body begins to shake with my impending release. I’m now panting with need, moaning from pleasure, and rocking my hips against his face seeking my prize. I’m on the brink, and with one final pull of my clit, Taz sends me free falling over the edge. I can’t tell you how long I was lost in my paradise, or when Taz finally stood up to hold me in his arms as the tremors started to leave my body, but I do know after this shower, my world will never be the same again.

  Taz

  Serenity is in the center of the room towel-drying her hair, sauntering around wearing only a towel, when I step in front of her. Her doe-like eyes peer into mine and I almost stop myself from doing what I feel I must. Up to this point, I have taken baby steps when introducing her into my fucked up sexual world. That all stops here and now. By the end of the night, she will only remember my touch and my scent. After tonight, no other man will exist in her world but me.

  “On your knees,” I command in a soft tone. I want her to feel safe, but I also need her to understand it’s not a suggestion. I like what I like, and her obedience has always been a craving of mine.

  Her hands stop all motion as she moves to take a step backwards. Serenity must see the look of disappointment in my eyes, from her trying to retreat, because her foot that was about to land on its heel behind her moves back to its original spot. I know this is a hard trigger for her, but I believe she’s strong enough to get past it. I just hope she trusts me to help her.

  “On your knees,” I repeat in the same tone as before.

  “Taz,” Serenity whispers, bringing her hands to the top of the towel around her chest, making sure it’s secure. The towel she was using to dry her long locks has been discarded onto the floor beside us.

  “I can’t,” she states with finality.

  “Have I given you a reason to fear me, angel?”

  “I haven’t had a flashback in two weeks, Taz. You know what this could do. I can’t go back there. I won’t,” she explains, but never answers the question I asked. I know she has finally started healing emotionally from the torture she was put through, and I would like to think I’ve had something to do with that.

  “I love you, Serenity. I’m not him. I would never hurt you,” I reassure her with my words as well as my body. Reaching out to tenderly twirl one of her wet locks through my fingers, I place a gentle kiss to her lips.

  In an unsuspected twist, Serenity pulls away before I can deepen our embrace, gracefully falling to her knees before me. Her strength is something I’ll always be envious of because she has always chosen to fight for us while I wasted precious time we could’ve had together. Right now, she is fighting the demons of her past to give me the control I want.

  “Look at me,” I order as she tries to bow her head. I’ve dreamt of staring into her beautiful eyes while she pleases me. I want her to witness the pleasure she brings me.

  With a touch, as soft as a whisper, she unravels the towel around my waist, listening to my command to keep her eyes connected mine. A look of surprise crosses her face when she does briefly glance at my length to see that I’m not completely hard. I received no gratification from having to coax her into doing this, it wasn’t until the moment she submitted that my blood started flowing freely again.

  “Tease the head with your tongue.”

  I give her the direction because I want her to feel confident in what she is doing, and nothing builds confidence like knowing what is expected of you. Yes, she’s done this before, but it was never willingly, so to me those times don’t count.

  Her fingers are cold to the touch when she wraps them around the base of my hardening cock. A look of uncertainty crosses her timid features before I nod, gesturing for her to continue. The moment her wet tongue touches the head of my velvety skin, my balls twitch with anticipation. Every swirl and lick sends a bolt of electricity through my bloodstream.

  “Suck me into the back of your throat, and slowly pull back while hollowing out your cheeks,” I practically growl from the eagerness to see myself sliding in and out of her tight lips. Serenity follows my instructions, taking me as far back as she can, and I have to resist the urge to press deeper. I want to grab her hair, hold her head still, and fuck her mouth until I cum, but I know that would only trigger her.

  “With your other hand, grab my balls and pull down,” I can tell she is starting to get more comfortable with her movements because her motions are becoming more fluid. The coolness of her fingers now feel good against my heated skin, and her hand is only adding to the buildup I am trying to ignore.

  “Up,” I growl, forcing her lips from my dick. Quickly lifting her up by her shoulders, I start walking us backward towards the bed. There must be a look of animalistic urge in my eyes because she starts to speed up her pace, the towel that was wrapped around her chest becoming loose.

  “Taz,” my name comes out filled with both excitement and fear. I decide this time I’m not going to allow words to be the deciding factor. I’ve already claimed her verbally, now I will do so physically.

  “No talking, unless to tell me to stop,” I declare, removing the cloth hiding her body from desperate eyes. I lean forward to suck one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth before she can try to hide behind her hands. Teasing the hardened peek with my teeth, I carefully lay her on the bed.

  I know the minute she starts to really enjoy my attention to her sensitive flesh because her hands fly into my hair, holding me in place. I make sure to take my time memorizing her taste and the satiny feel of her skin before maneuvering our bodies the way I want.

  Serenity is finally laying beneath me naked, writhing with need and want. Her knees are spread wide making room for my large body, and my hands aren’t the on
ly ones that are wondering. With each kiss, I place to the side of her neck, she digs her nails into the flesh of my back, and every bite I place on her earlobe sends a tiny whimper coming from her chest.

  “Please,” she starts begging.

  “No talking,” I remind her before bending down to suck her nipple back into my mouth, teasing the tip with my tongue before letting it go with a gentle tug from my teeth.

  “I need you, Taz,” she pleads, pulling my head up. Once she has my attention, I can see the truth of her words shining behind her irises.

  “I need you take away his touch. I need you to help me forget,” she declares. Mesmerized by the all-consuming trust she is placing on me, I respond the only way I can.

  “I love you, angel,” I say, sealing the words with a kiss to her lips. I start licking her bottom lip at the same time my hands starts trailing a path down her abdomen. While running my fingers over the scar tissue that spells out Slasher, I deepen the kiss. I want her to know how sorry I am for what was done.

  “After tonight, you’ll only remember me,” I growl into her mouth. “Say it.”

  As I’m commanding her to ease my guilt with words, I begin to run my finger through her folds. Her pussy is warm to the touch, and dripping wet with anticipation.

  “Only you,” she moans out as I slowly insert two fingers into her.

  Twisting my wrist, I easily find her clit with my thumb, and start making wide circles around it while fucking her with my fingers. She spreads her legs wider, just another way her body is letting me know she’s enjoying everything, and starts grinding herself onto my thumb trying to reach her climax.

  Replacing my fingers with the head of my hardness, I bring them to my mouth. Her pupils dilate as she watches me suck her sweet essence from my skin, and the way she is looking at me breaks all the resolve I have. Call me a bastard, I’d agree with you, but my dick is no longer allowing my mind to do the thinking.