by Zoey Derrick
Contents
Copyright
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Acknowledgements
Dedication
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Epilogue
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Zoey’s Bio
Other Books By Zoey Derrick
Cover Design completed by Parajunkee and is copyrighted 2014 & 2015 by Zoey Derrick. For more information on Parajunkee and to see her amazing work, please visit her page, www.parajunkee.net
Editing completed by Mandy Smith and Lorraine Montuori from RawBooks Editing - They’ve done an amazing job and I couldn’t do this without them - if you need editing services - check them out: http://rawbooksonline.com
Copyright © 2015 Zoey Derrick
All rights reserved.
The following is a work of fiction - all reference to persons, places or things is strictly coincidental. Some parts (though small)are based on fact or actual events that occurred for the author and are portrayed fictionally here.
The following work is protected copyright of Zoey Derrick and Zoey Derrick Publishing. Reproduction of this work is prohibited by law and may not be distributed without the express written connect of the author or publisher. Failure to obtain permission can and will result in legal action. So bottom line, don’t share this work!
Praise for Claiming Addison and the 69 Bottles Trilogy
“I could go on and on about this book, but I’ll leave you here… and the fact that buying a copy of this book should come with a complimentary change of panties…” ★★★★★ Shurrn - The Smutsonian
“Holy smokes batman! Where is the fire extinguishers? This final book in this trilogy is scorching hot. Must have significant other around when reading this book!" - Beta Reader on 69 Bottles Trilogy
“Simply AMAZING! Definitely a MUST READ for 2015!” ★★★★★ Stephanie - Stephanie’s Book Report
Praise for Craving Talon
“Absolute smutty perfection!”
★★★★★ Shurrn - The Smutsonian
“Fluidly and beautifully written…”
★★★★★ Amazon Review
“The creativity, the passion, the storyline is all first rate and keeps this from being just your garden variety erotica with an extra man thrown into the mix.”
★★★★★ - Amazing Author Alicia Kline
Early Praise for Redeeming Kyle
“Redeeming Kyle will hypnotize you and make you its bitch! “
★★★★1/2 - Shayna @ Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads
Acknowledgements
Z-Team: Thank you to my beautiful Street Team. You ladies are the best and I love you for everything you do.
Rachel - My BFF, my Numero Uno Beta Reader. Thank you for always being ready, able and willing to read my raw craziness and for loving every word! P.S. Tell your husband he’s welcome!
DawnMarie - You are my queen pimp! Thank you for telling everyone about the Trio, for listening to me whine and for helping me tell the world about 69 Bottles.
Mandy and Lorraine: Ladies, without you, this book wouldn’t be in everyone’s hands. You’re amazing at everything you do. Stay Raw!!
To my beautiful Beta Readers: Lisa, Danielle, Vickie, Kali, Liliuokalani and Amy - Thank you for your kindness and willingness to read my mess of a beta copy. Your feedback has been instrumental in creating the story in your hands. Your love of Addison, Talon and Kyle is amazing. Thank you for everything!
To Emily - your words, your encouragement, and your love of my work keeps me going and it keeps me pushing my boundaries. Thank you for being such an inspiration.
For my Fans - Thank you for always wanting more, for reading, and for reviewing my work. Without you I’d have no reason to keep going. Thank you for loving my work.
To Rachel, a.k.a. Parajunkee - Your creativity is an inspiration. Your work is beyond amazing, Thank you for the cover of Claiming Addison and for everything you do to bring my stories to life.
To Stephanie - Thank you for loving my story so much you told every one about it. Your love for Addison, Talon and Kyle inspires me to write more.
To Shannon - Seriously, you’re the freakin shiz. No words can say how much I appreciate you and everything you do. I think you have a lot of woman to fight over to stake your full claim on Talon and Kyle!
Christine and Kelley - I HEART YOU! *Grins* That is all!
For Schadoh - Keep your head up everyday. You’re a brave and beautiful young lady. Thank you for being my biggest fan!
Stop
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Now that I have your attention…
If you have NOT read Claiming Addison - 69 Bottles Book #1 AND Craving Talon - 69 Bottles #2, please stop right here.
I want you, the reader, to have the best possible reading experience and in order to do that, you need to first read Claiming Addison and Craving Talon.
Book 3 - Redeeming Kyle, is a continuation of Craving Talon. Starting this series with this book means that you will be lost, you will not understand what is happening therefore spoiling your reading experience.
Thank you for taking the time to read this notice. If you’ve already read Claiming Addison, proceed with caution. *Winks*
A WARNING FOR READERS!
I, Zoey Derrick, am not responsible for the following:
Husband/Boyfriend/Significant Other Breaking.
The cost of batteries required for reading this book.
Broken Vibrators.
Loss of sleep
Broken fingers
Or
Panty washing.
Read One Handed!
XXOO! Enjoy Craving Talon!
Zoey
When I wake, I know it’s early, but I also know I slept a long time. Not wanting to wake my men, I crawl out of bed and head for the bathroom. I decide that I need a long soak and this tub is far too big to go unused. So I fire up the water and let it fill. I go in search of a hair tie. I don’t know why, but I look into the baggie and I see something strange inside. It’s a tie, or something that looks like one, mixed in with all the others. When I pull it out, panic races through my veins. Where did this come from? How did it get here? I sit down on the side of the tub very slowly. Putting my head in my hands.
“Breathe, Addison,” I tell myself. If this is in here, it’s not in me, and if it’s not in me that means… “Oh god.”
“Baby girl?”
I jump at the sound of Kyle’s voice; I didn’t hear him get up. “Oh god,” I groan. Panic rises and my breathing spikes.
I hold up the hand that has the ring, my birth control ring, in it. “Where did this come from?”
He shrugs and shakes his head. “I have no clue, where did you find it?”
“In with my hair ties. It’s not for my hair.”
“Then what is it, baby girl?”
Oh god. I don’t know if I can tell him. God, I don’t want to discuss this. “It’s nothing,” I say.
“You promised honesty, Addison. You’re lying to me right now.”
I start crying. “Not lying, just, oh god Kyle, this is my birth control.” I bat my eyes to try and slow the flood of tears. Oh god, emotional, crying, bitchy- fuck.
“What do you mean ‘birth control’?” he asks, completely innocent.
I look at him and fight the urge to scream as the panic continues to rise. “It’s called NuvaRing,” I tell him in a shaky voice. “It goes up there; it’s full of hormones that act as birth control. I put it in and then three weeks later I take it out, I bleed and put a new one in. I need to know how long this has been with my stuff.”
I can see fear and panic creeping over his features. “God Kyle, please, no, don’t, damn it, don’t. I need someone to be strong for me right now. Please don’t panic, I can’t, I can’t handle it.”
“Baby girl, I’m sorry. I just, we haven’t…” He falls onto his butt.
“Kyle, breathe. Please. I…” I have to tell him, “Kyle, I have issues with my uterus.”
He looks at me, waiting for an explanation. “I’m on birth control only to regulate my periods. Without it, I bleed maybe, twice a year. I have cysts. Do you understand what that is?” He shakes his head. “They’re little bubbles on my ovaries that over time can turn hard. These cysts completely block one of my fallopian tubes and limit the functionality of my ovaries. There are also a lot of hormonal issues and other areas of my health can be affected too. One of my ovaries only functions about twenty-five percent of the time. Without birth control I have a less than five percent chance of getting,” I swallow hard, “pregnant.”
“So there’s no way…”
“I didn’t say that. I don’t know. It’s all going to depend on how long this has been out of me. Which is why I need Talon. Can you go wake him for me? I don’t think I can move right now.”
I don’t know how he does it, but he manages to pull himself together. He turns off the water behind me and leaves the bathroom.
I can hear him in the bedroom. “Talon, come on, big man. Addison needs you to wake up.”
“Huh, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, she just needs to talk to you. She’s in the bathroom.”
“Okay, give me a sec,” Talon tells him.
I put my head in my hands while I wait for Talon to come into the bathroom. God, Kyle freaked out, I don’t think I can handle Talon freaking out on me too.
“What’s going on, angel?”
I take a deep breath. “Do you recognize this?”
I show him the ring. “Yeah, I found it and put it into your hair ties bag.”
Thank god. “When?”
“Oh, um, Vegas I think, when we packed you up.”
Oh fuck. “Kyle, can you bring me my phone, please?”
“Angel, what’s going on?”
“It’s not a hair tie. It’s actually called a NuvaRing, it’s my birth control,” I say softly.
He kneels down in front of me. “I don’t understand.”
“This goes inside of me, and it releases hormones into my body, then after three weeks, I take it out and within a few days I get my period.” Kyle shows up with my phone.
“When were you supposed to take it out?” he asks me.
“Sunday morning, but I couldn’t find it. Then with the Bryan Hayes thing, then yesterday- I just forgot about it. I was going to have one of you help me, but everything just got so messed up. But I couldn’t find it because it was gone and it’s been gone…” I look at my phone, “for over two weeks.” Panic soars once again.
“But we haven’t used condoms.” I put my hand on his cheek.
“I have problems, with my ovaries. My likelihood of getting pregnant is less than ten percent.”
“So you’re not…” I can see the panic I feel reflected in Talon’s eyes.
“I didn’t say that, though I wish I could.” I look back at my calendar. My period usually shows up Tuesday night, or sometime Wednesday. “I need a test, but it might be too early.” The tears flow again when I see Talon with complete panic on his face.
Kyle kneels down behind Talon. “Talon, are you alright?”
He doesn’t respond. He just sits there. His body is radiating panic and ready to freak out. I put my hand on his cheek. “Look at me, big man.” He doesn’t move. “Come on, big guy, I need you to look at me.” Tears streak down my cheeks. I can’t stand to look at his panicking face; I need him to look at me. “Come on, baby, look at me.” Finally his eyes meet mine. “Hi there.” I smile. “You with me?” He nods slightly. “Can you talk to me? What are you thinking?” He looks down again. “No, no, keep looking at me.”
His eyes come up, meeting mine, and they’re thick with unshed tears. “I’m scared,” he breathes.
“What are you scared about?”
“I’m not sure I’m ready to be a father,” he says in a whisper.
“Aw, baby, we don’t know that. We don’t know one way or another. Until we know for sure, we cannot panic. Please, I can’t.” The tears flow harder and faster, “I can’t stay strong for the three of us.” I look past Talon to Kyle.
“Talon, no matter what, we’re all in this together,” Kyle says as he rubs Talon’s back. “You’re not in this alone, neither is Addison.”
“What if it’s yours?” Talon asks.
“Honestly, it doesn’t matter to me whether it’s yours or mine. If she’s even pregnant, we’re still all in this together. We’ve made a choice to be a threesome; everything we do involves all of us, no matter what,” Kyle says. His strength is like a shot of adrenaline straight to my heart.
Talon loosens up a little bit too. “Kyle’s right. We can’t make assumptions until we know for sure.”
“How do we do that?” Talon asks.
I give him a small smile. “I need a pregnancy test.”
“Where do I get one?” He’s eager.
“Breathe, big man. I will send Tori or someone else to get one.”
“I’ll go,” Kyle says as he stands up.
“Relax, cowboy. There is no guarantee that the result I get today will be accurate. A blood test is preferable, but I don’t want to take the risk of it leaking to the media. So, if we’re going to get one, I’ll need at least two. I’ll take one today and I will try another one on Thursday or Friday. My period usually starts on Wednesday after I take out my ring, but I only had it in about a week before it fell out. So my body is probably screwed up.”
“Okay, let’s get you a couple of tests,” Kyle says.
I nod and look to Talon. “You feeling better?” He gives me a tiny lift of his lip. “I’m going to slide into this nice warm tub. I need to relax.”
“Can I join you?” Talon asks. “I just want to hold you,” he whispers.
I look up at Kyle who nods. “I’ll go talk to Tori,” he says.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Absolutely,” he says and leaves the bathroom.
I reach for Talon’s hand. “Come on.” He stands up with my help. I step over the side of the tub and stand in the middle. Talon steps in behind me and slides down into the water.
“Come, angel,” he says and I sit down in front of him. He wraps his arms around me, under my breasts, and pulls me back closer to him and holds onto me like he needs air to breathe. I settle into him, his hold and his touch surrounding me. I lay my head back on his shoulder.
Kyle is back within fifteen minutes and Talon hasn’t move
d. He has his head buried in the crook of my neck and I love the fact that we’re wrapped up like this. Kyle stands over us. “Join us, please,” Talon requests.
I smile at Kyle and nod and he steps out of his pants and t-shirt before joining us in the tub. He starts to sit down opposite us. “Come here, and turn around,” Talon says and Kyle turns around and sits down between our legs. He hesitates to lean back.
“You won’t hurt me,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his chest and pulling him back against me. Once he’s settled against me, I wrap my legs around him, keeping him pressed tightly against my body. He leans his head back on my shoulder and Talon kisses his head, and then buries his face back in my neck.
We don’t move, staying like this for some time. We hold on to each other and it’s pure bliss. I nearly forget what we’re facing right now. What Kyle said, about us being a triad, a threesome, and how no matter what, no matter whom, it doesn’t matter. The idea brings tears to my eyes again.
Kyle shifts and I let him go. He turns in the tub. “What’s wrong, baby girl?”
Talon’s hands begin rubbing along my stomach, but there is nothing sexual about it, it’s strictly comforting. “I’m scared. I’m nervous. I’m, god, I don’t know. So many things are running through my mind.” Talon lifts his head.
“Lean back, Kyle,” Talon says and he does, getting awkwardly comfortable, so many legs. “Go to him, baby, lay with him.”
“Where are you going?” I ask quietly.
