TWISTED MAYHEM (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book Four) (Devil Call MC Talon & Everly 4)

by Ana W. Fawkes

  “You motherfucker…”

  “It wasn’t me,” Vaughn said. “As I said, if I wanted someone dead, they’d be dead. Trust in that.”

  The look in Vaughn’s eyes made me want to kill him. Right there.

  But I had to choose my battles wisely. I had to hold back.

  Vaughn got out of the car and I looked at Jade.

  “After you,” I said.

  “Are you being a gentleman or do you want to look at my pussy again?”

  She was bold and intense. Almost gross.

  “Fuck,” I said. “It’s too easy for me to give a shit.”

  Jade stuck a finger in her mouth and then started to reach between her legs. I grabbed her wrist, yet again, and stopped her. I pulled her toward me. We were inches apart.

  “Yes, Talon,” she purred. “Yes. Quickly. Fuck me quickly.”

  “Cut the shit,” I growled. “Go find someone else to take care of your bullshit. It’s not going to be me. I’m…”

  I’m what? Happy? In love? Taken? Romantically addicted to Everly’s body? What’s the fucking right answer…

  “He hurts me,” Jade said. “Vaughn hurt me.”

  I curled my lip. “You said that before. I don’t want to hear it anymore.”

  “You can’t let him hurt me anymore. Save me and I’ll destroy the tapes. No, better yet, I’ll give them to you. Save me from Vaughn…”

  “I can’t hear this,” I said.

  I turned and started to move out of the car. Jade patted my ass and I ignored her. I wasn’t her savior. I wasn’t her fucking white knight and all that bullshit. I was a fucking criminal in a leather cut that rode a motorcycle, trying to survive each day for the enjoyment of fucking Everly at night. I wasn’t out to save anyone.

  When I stepped from the car I was taken back by the sight. The car had brought me right back to my motorcycle. Right where they had cut me off and drew their weapons to take me, threatening the others to fucking ride away.

  It was all a big joke.

  “You could have called me,” I said. “Could have saved time and money.”

  “But I wouldn’t have been able to do this…”

  Vaughn caught me off guard with a solid punch to the face. He wasn’t the strongest guy in the world, but the punch sent me back to the car. My nose stung and I sniffed up some blood. I wiped the rest of the blood with the back of my hand.

  “Nice,” I said.

  “Don’t even fucking hit me again,” he said. “And next time my sister wants your cock, you’re going to give it to her. If not, I’ll cut it off and give it to her.”

  “How sweet,” I said. “What’s wrong with your cock? Not big enough for her?”

  Vaughn cocked another fist and before he could take a step, I had my gun drawn and aimed between his eyes.

  One fucking pull…

  Vaughn collected himself. “We’ll be in touch again. Have a good day, Talon.”

  Vaughn got back into the car and it sped away. Dust kicked up everywhere and I touched my nose. It burned and felt stuffy. I hated getting fucking punched in the nose.

  I looked out to the horizon and shook my head. Things were getting more and more messy. And now I knew that I’d have to kill Vaughn. And probably Jade.

  Shit.

  Jade was a woman… even the thought of touching her… it took me back to…

  Anneliese.

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  5.

  (Everly)

  The guys were scrambling at the pool table. They had a map out and they were all arguing. Layne yelling at Buzzy. Buzzy yelling back. Kade, Drave, and Maxen all giving their opinions. At one point Jagg took out his gun and threatened to shoot the map to pieces. He wanted to go out and ride.

  That’s what I wanted too.

  Where the fuck was Talon?

  Why weren’t they looking?

  “A map isn’t going to do dick,” Buzzy said. “We need to get him back here.”

  “How?” Layne asked. “Christ, if someone took him, he’s gone.” He looked back at me and swallowed hard. “For now.” He looked to the guys again. “We should wait for contact.”

  “Like what?” Kade asked. “Wait for them to deliver a finger? A hand? A fucking eye or something?”

  My stomach was sick. I fell back to a barstool. I turned and saw the prospect from before.

  “Ma’am…”

  “Give me a fucking bottle of vodka.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Are you fucking questioning me?”

  “Sorry.”

  The prospect returned with the vodka. I twisted the cap off and threw it. I then threw the bottle back and started to drink. My amazing feat in life. Forget medical school. To hell with law school. Fuck a career. I could chug vodka like it was water. And if I got drunk enough, I could stick my ass high in the air and fade away into the night.

  “Let me get out there,” Jagg said. “Even to show presence.”

  “Was it Rilen Lost?” Buzzy asked.

  “I doubt it,” Layne said. “They wouldn’t be that bold. No fucking way.”

  “Then who?” Drave asked. “I can’t stand here much longer…”

  I heard the clubhouse door open, but I didn’t look. The last thing I needed to see was another patched in guy to chime in with their opinion. This was why the MC needed a President. And a VP. And all that other bullshit. To be organized.

  “We have to be smart,” Layne said. “We don’t know who took him.”

  “Someone not smart enough to kill him.”

  The words cut through me like a knife. My head snapped to the left and that’s when I saw Talon standing there. His thumbs hooked into the pockets of his jeans. His shoulders a mile wide. Sunglasses on his face. A little dried blood under his nose.

  “Holy fuck,” I said.

  “Holy shit,” Buzzy said.

  “Talon,” Layne said. “What the fuck…”

  I put the vodka bottle down and ran at Talon. I launched into the air and forced him to catch me.

  “He might be hurt!” Layne yelled.

  Talon stumbled back and held me tight.

  “I’m okay,” he said. “I’m all good. In one piece.”

  I looked at him. I kissed him. My tongue was hungry for him. The fire raging throughout my body was uncontrollable.

  Talon kissed me back but quickly broke the kiss. “It’s okay, beautiful.”

  He patted my ass and I jumped down. When I turned I almost walked into Layne. His eyes bearing down at me were angry and hurt. I slipped around him and took a seat again. This time I was weak with relief… and because I wanted to tear off all of Talon’s clothing.

  “Talon,” Buzzy said. “What the hell…”

  “I’m not talking about it right now,” Talon said. “It doesn’t matter. It’s my thing. Personal.”

  “Whoa,” Layne said. He put a hand to Talon’s chest. “Personal? What the fuck does that mean?”

  “Exactly what the word means.”

  “There’s nothing personal here,” Layne said. “Not when someone kidnaps you.”

  “Kidnaps me?” Talon said and laughed. “I was fine. I knew what was happening. Just part of something I have to do. To fix my mistakes, Layne. Because that’s what you want, right? That’s what the fucking club wants.”

  Talon knocked Layne’s hand away from his chest.

  “And this helps the MC how?”

  “About as much as you hovered over a fucking map,” Talon said. “That’s your plan, Layne? Someone gets taken and you want to do what? Gauge highways and mileage? Maybe figuring out fueling costs? Oh, better yet, was there some tourist stop on the way?”

  “You fucking piece of shit,” Layne growled.

  “Guys,” Buzzy said.

  I stood, wondering what I could do. Hell, if I got between them that would make it worse.

  They each took hold of Buzzy’s leather cut and started to pull. The poor guy started to rock back and forth, eyes wide, terror spreading across h
is face.

  “Let me handle my business,” Talon said. “You handle yours.”

  “And who takes care of the MC?”

  “Why don’t you map it out?”

  “You know what? Fuck you, Talon. I’ll never give up that patch now. It’s on the table and that’s where it’ll stay until we vote.”

  “That’s fine by me,” Talon said. “So until then, I don’t owe you shit.”

  “You think that?” Layne said. They both shoved Buzzy away. “You don’t owe me shit?” They were inches apart. “Think about it…”

  Their chests bumped into each other.

  Fuck, this is so hot right now. I’m so fucking wet.

  “Start digging,” Talon said. “Dig up those old bones, Layne. Let’s lay them out. Go piece by fucking piece.”

  Layne’s nostrils flared and his hands were tight into fists. Silence filled the clubhouse. Everyone was on edge. It was like seeing a flash of lightening and then cringing in silence, waiting for the massive crack of thunder.

  But the thunder never came. Layne sucked it all in, again.

  “Table,” Talon said. He looked around the clubhouse. “Table tonight.”

  Talon moved by Layne and went right for me. He grabbed me by the wrist. I looked down at his hand and saw something. It was red like blood… but…

  “What is that?” I whispered to him.

  Talon hurried and wiped his hand on the back of his jeans.

  “Nothing,” he said. “Come with me right now. I need to talk to you. I need… you.”

  The way his voice growled you made me melt everywhere.

  He grabbed the bottle of vodka and led me down the hallway. The silence was eerie, but I was under the command of Talon. What he wanted, when he wanted it. It was intense and damn stressful that just five minutes ago I was watching Layne trying to organize a search party to find him. Now he was taking me to his bedroom to fuck me.

  That’s how twisted this life was.

  Talon opened the door and nodded. “Clothes off, beautiful. Don’t make me wait any longer for that body and pussy.”

  I stumbled into the room, his words feeling like they wrapped around my ankles and wanted me to trip and fall.

  He slammed the door with force and locked it.

  Good.

  That meant nobody would be barging in and finding us fucking. Or Talon suckling my clit, my legs wrapped tight around his neck. Or me taking all of his beautiful cock into my mouth, stealing my breath but giving him his release in exchange.

  I moved faster than maybe I ever had before to get naked. The vodka started to kick in. I felt loose, good, and so fucking turned on.

  I started with my pants and panties, my hands jutting down into them. As I took them off, I bent over, showing myself to Talon. I took my pants and panties down to my ankles and then reached across the bed, leaving myself exposed. I peeked over my shoulder just in time to see Talon coming at me. I tried to grab the sheets and prepare myself. His hands both swung as he growled. Both hands smacked my ass at the exact same time. The crack of thunder was followed with intense pain. But I liked it. I liked it because he didn’t just smack my ass, but he smacked my ass and held tight. And then he started to move to his knees.

  I let out a gasp and then a whimper. My eyes focused on the tips of his strong fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. I could see the top of his head and nothing else. He came forward and quickly licked my pussy. That damn tongue, caressing my folds, up and down. The first few strokes of his tongue were soft and thorough. He teased at my hole and flicked my clit. After that, it was a free-for-all between my legs. Talon sucked, savoring my pussy. I bent my knees and started to rock my hips, left to right, up and down, wanting more.

  Talon pulled back. “That fucking taste, beautiful. That sweet taste.”

  Talon licked me one more time and then kept going. He licked up beyond my pussy and the tip of his tongue continued to my lower back. He inched his way up and up, my eyes glued to him. Talon then moved my hair from my neck, into my face, and started to kiss the back of my neck. Holy fuck… if there was one place on my body that was as sensitive as my pussy, it was the back of my neck. It made no sense, but it fucking worked.

  He kissed so beautifully at the back of my neck. With seduction, with romance, his hand resting on my shoulder, his other hand sliding up to my waist. There was something about it, him just holding me and kissing me like that. Something that made all the mess outside the room go away. Something that gave me hope that perhaps there was some kind of normalcy waiting on the other side of the hell we were all living in. We weren’t trapped in hell, we were just living in it.

  Talon put his cheek to my cheek, my hair all over my face. His right hand left my body and I knew what he was going to do.

  “That sweet pussy is mine,” he whispered. “I’m going to open you and make you come. You’re not naked yet, beautiful. And for that, I’m going to punish you.”

  I tried to say something, but it came out as a whimper.

  A moment later, I felt Talon’s hand in his pants as he kept his body close to mine. Then came the feel of his thickness. The thick head of his cock, rubbing against the soft and wet folds of my pussy. He was gentle to start, moving his cock up and down, allowing my body to react to him. But the second the head of his cock found comfort, that was it.

  A hand went to the middle of my back and a hard thrust opened my sex for Talon’s enjoyment. The hard movement quickly stole my breath. When I tried to suck in air, I tasted my own hair. My lips quivered and moved, the intense feeling of Talon so deep in my body. Making me so full. Making my pussy throb, clench, and ache. He pulled back and thrust again, grunting as he did so.

  Holy fucking hell.

  And that’s how Talon continued to fuck me. Pulling back slowly, inch by beautiful inch, and then slamming himself forward. He did it over and over, leaving me dangling on an edge, waiting to come and seek relief. Talon continued to pump at my body. His hands touched my ass, cupping and squeezing. But then I felt something else happening. Slowly, one of Talon’s thumbs started to creep somewhere else. He touched me and I jumped, gasping.

  “Your punishment,” he growled.

  I turned my head and blew at my hair, desperate to look. I could fucking feel it though.

  Talon’s cock came into my pussy and he held tight. His thumb pressed at my other hole and slowly, he won the battle. My legs shook at the wild pressure of him forcing himself inside. That’s when he pulled back with his cock again and started to fuck me. He worked himself into a rhythm, his cock and thumb, penetrating both holes, leaving me shaking and wanting more. I’m not sure how much of a punishment this was though. Each time his cock and thumb came at me, sinking deeper, I felt my body trembling from the inside out. As orgasm quickly attacked me and crested, so unexpected that I lost my footing. Everything started to feel weak and numb as I came. I put my face down in the covers and let out a cry.

  Talon used his other hand to reach around and hold tight at my belly, keeping me in place as he fucked me. He sped up as I came and then eased himself down, slower by the second, working all the wetness from my body. And his damn thumb doing the same motion until he pulled it out of me. Everything on my body throbbed. When he took his cock from me, I let out a cry.

  “I’ll be in the shower,” he said.

  Talon threw me to the bed and then walked away, his cock hanging from his jeans. Long, thick, full, glistening. I would have chased him down if I had feeling in my legs.

  I remained on the bed and listened to the sound of the shower turn on. Slowly, I found the strength to stand and took my shirt and bra off. Completely naked now, I invaded the bathroom and caught the hottest sight possible.

  Talon stood in the shower, water pounding against his body. The bottle of vodka in his hand, his head back, chugging it. His cock was still throbbing hard and I knew it was my job to make sure he was satisfied. That last thing I ever wanted was for him to seek another woman’s body.


  I stepped into the shower, standing with my back to the water. Talon stopped drinking and looked at me.

  “Fucking finally,” he said.

  With his free hand, he cupped one of my breasts. He squeezed and it made my toes curl. His thumb moved across my hard nipple, making me ooze again. Talon bent and placed his mouth over my breast. His hand slid around to my back as his mouth opened more, suckling on me. When he pulled back, he brought his teeth to my nipple, teasing me and bringing me to the edge of pain. His mouth popped off my breast and he grinned.

  I reached up and cupped both my breasts in my hands. I held them there, so full and achy for him. Talon came back down, letting me offer myself to him. Now that was fucking hot. The feel of his teeth, tongue, and mouth. My hands cupped and lifted my breasts, wanting more of him. He gave equal attention to my chest and then stood up again. He threw the bottle back and drank some more. When Talon looked at me, his eyes were getting crazy. He was getting drunk and I liked it.

  Talon put a hand to my cheek and then up to my hair. His hand rested on the top of my head and he pushed. I hurried down to my knees, staring at his beautiful, thick cock. I wrapped one hand tight around the root of his erection and my mouth was ready for the rest.

  As I sucked on him, the shower water hit my head when I came down and then hit his body when I pulled back. If it was hard enough to breath with my mouth full of Talon, the water rushing all around made it that much worse. When I took breaks to catch my breath, I looked up and saw Talon with his head back. He never did this. He always looked at me. He always commanded me.

  My hand stroked him fast and hard, tip to root. My mouth went back to work again. The only time Talon touched me was when he was ready to explode. His fingertips to my shoulder, moving me back and forth faster. His hand then slid to the back of my head and forced me down on him. That’s when he started to come, leaving me without a chance to breathe as I took him all in.

  I loved the taste of his cock. I loved the taste of everything else.

  But in the back of my mind I wondered just what had happened to him today. And why he wouldn’t look at me when I sucked him off.

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