by Lexy Timms
I saw Rams look at me from the corner of my eye. I'd never discussed my ... hell, I had to face it, my crushing desire for Crystal with anyone, but I'd always wondered if Rams had it figured out. He'd never said anything, but that wasn't his way. If you didn't want to spill a secret, he wouldn't press.
"That's settled then," Rams said and grabbed up the remote.
Fuck. Another sleepless night with an eight-hour hard-on. That had to be bad for me. Lower my IQ or my testosterone or something.
"Hey, man, you ok?" I asked Rams.
"Fine." The word was clipped, hard. Ok, I got the message. Fine, as in, leave me the fuck alone.
After a moment, Rams turned back to me. "So what did Whip say? You guys know who was shooting at you today?"
His question pulled me back to reality. I looked over my shoulder at the door we had come in. "That the only entrance?"
Rams narrowed his eyes. "That and the windows."
"Can we block it?"
"You expecting a repeat?"
Rams watched me closely. Crystal's eyes bounced back and forth between us. Did Crystal know Rams didn't know about Jaze? I couldn't fucking remember, and I couldn't find one reason to care anymore. Keeping Whip's fucked-up secrets made my head hurt.
"Shit, Rams, there's something you don't know."
Rams raised his eyes and got up. He grabbed a beer out of the kitchen for all three of us, passed them out, and sat back down, shrugging his shoulders. "I got all night."
I sighed and started my story. By the time I got to the warehouse and the shooting, Rams was shaking his head. When I spilled that we'd learned Whip owned the building, Rams was pissed.
"He told you not to tell any of us?"
"Yeah."
"That's bullshit. Jaze has been missing for a month? Could be dead?" Rams stood and paced and almost pitched his beer at the wall. He turned back to us. "The guy who shot at you today, it's related?"
"Crystal was attacked on campus yesterday. She got away by stabbing the guy with her keys. Pretty sure he was the one who shot at us too. So yeah, it seems like it."
"Fuck, man," Rams said, the anger leaking out of his face. In three steps he stood in front of Crystal and pulled her into a bear hug. "Good job, baby girl, you ok?"
Crystal hugged Rams back and dropped her head onto his chest. "I'm ok, I'm good."
They stayed like that for a long time.
"Fuck sleeping," Rams said when he finally let Crystal go. "I'll stay up. Keep watch."
"Nah man, we gotta sleep. This guy's gotta sleep. Who knows what's going to happen tomorrow."
Rams nodded and but didn't look happy. Then he grabbed the end of his couch and lifted it, flipping the end towards the door. He walked to the other end and pushed it against the door, blocking it before I could even get up. He turned around and lifted his chin at me. "He ain't getting in the door without me knowing."
I took a swallow of my beer and raised it towards him in a toast. Rams had our back like I knew he would.
Crystal looked at the couch, then looked pointedly at me. "I'm going to go lay down. Night, Rams, thanks."
"Of course Crys."
Crystal disappeared. I stayed in the chair. Maybe I could sleep right here. It wasn't too bad. I flipped out the foot rest to see how far it reclined.
"Talon, can I talk to you for a sec," Crystal called from the bedroom.
Rams looked at me knowingly but I avoided his gaze. So much for getting out of pitching a tent all night.
I stood and headed back there. Crystal motioned for me to shut the door behind me. The room was as sparse as the living room had been. It held a bed, one wooden chair in the corner, and that was it. The bed was a queen though, bigger than the one we'd had to share the night before.
"Who sent you those papers?" she asked. "The ones that said my dad owns the building."
"A buddy of mine." She didn't know about Knox and his brothers and that I'd figured out who my father was yet. I hadn't told anyone but Eric and Greg. I'd wanted to tell her but talking to her sometimes felt like stabbing myself in my own heart.
Her face was worried. "Did you see what else was in there?"
I pulled the envelope out of an inner pocket of my cut and held it up. "Not yet." I opened the envelope and pulled out the papers, flipping past the deed to the old building and found Whip's rap sheet. Colorful and a mile long. Lovely. The charges dated back to the year he started MMMC, then cut off altogether the year that Jaze was born. Eighteen years of hard living. He'd been arrested for assault over a dozen times. Was this what she wanted me to look at? I'd always known Whip had been hardcore after Vietnam, although it had never slapped me in the face like this.
I turned to the last paper and scanned it. Life insurance on Rose Brier Santee in the amount of a million dollars? I stopped reading long enough to look at Crystal. Her eyes were sad and scared and locked on the paper in my hand.
I scanned the rest of it. Jaze and Crystal were the beneficiaries. Unless they were dead. Then it was Whip.
I fluttered the paper in front of me, then dropped it on the floor as if it meant nothing. "Crystal, you don't think ..."
She rushed me and put her arms around my waist. I thought I heard a strangled sob come from her throat, which put me on edge. I'd never seen her cry, not even when she'd tangled up in a hurdle during a track meet in her senior year of high school and broken her femur in two places.
"I don't Talon, I don't."
"I trust your dad."
Her voice was soft, breaking, definitely on the verge of tears. "I do too. I just wanted you to see it. I didn't want to be the only one who had seen it."
"Shhhh, Crystal, I saw it. I don't know what it means, if it means anything, but I saw it."
She held me around the waist and cried silently, sobs physically shaking her shoulders and twisting her torso. I caressed her hair, held her tight, just stood there without a fucking clue what to do to make it better. Except find her brother or get her father to talk, and I didn't know how to do either of those.
Her sobs tapered off, dried up, and her shoulders relaxed. We stood there for what seemed like a long time. She held on to me, her hands moving around my waist, rubbing my back like I was the one that needed comfort. My dummy dick began to take notice of how close she was and I dropped my head back in disgust, focusing all my thoughts on heading it off. It didn't work. I tried to break our connection by stepping back but Crystal didn't let go. She followed me, her hands still around my waist, her head on my chest.
I angled my hips backwards so she wouldn't feel me and she followed, pressing her belly right up against my hard cock.
Fuck.
She stiffened and I waited for it, knowing I was about to get treated to the sharp side of her tongue.
"Oh God," she whispered and my mind rebelled, not sure what it was hearing.
She pulled one of her hands between us and grasped my erection through my jeans, squeezing it. I stepped back, my ass hitting the wall behind me. "Gidget, what the fuck?"
Crystal raised her eyes to mine and stared at me, then stepped forward again, her hand finding my cock like she was a piece of metal and it was a big fucking magnet.
I moaned. I couldn't help it. I'd been dreaming of her touch for years, coveting her the way a little boy covets that bike his best friend has but his own parents can't afford. Not only because it would be amazing to ride and have as his own, but also exactly because he can't have it. Because it's not his. Off-limits. Forbidden.
Crystal's hands rose up to my belt and frantically undid it. I had a hard time believing this was really happening, and not just something I was imagining.
I watched her in stunned disbelief as she pulled apart my zipper, then reached inside my boxers with absolutely no hesitation. Her small hand grasped my cock, making me suck in a breath. Crystal's hand was on my cock and she was staring at it with a hungry look in her eye that I'd never seen before.
Reason tried to reassert itself in my head. W
e couldn't do this. She couldn't do this. But as much as I wanted to tell her no, I wanted to grab her and show her exactly what I could do with it about a million times more.
I groaned and thrust my hips forward as she curled her hand around me, each tiny movement of her fingers sending more dizzying heat straight to my head.
"Talon," she whispered. "You're hard."
Her voice did something to me. Deactivated whatever haze was clouding my judgment, telling me this was ok. It was very much not ok and never would be.
"Fuck, girl, of course I'm hard. You can't just reach in a man's pants like that. Anything can set that shit off, especially a woman grabbing it like it's a three musketeers in the candy bowl."
I removed her hand, even though it was the hardest thing I'd ever done in my life. I pulled my boxers back up and tried to snap my pants.
Crystal seemed to come to life, reaching for my hands, her eyes pleading with me. "No, you were hard before I ever touched you. When we were hugging."
"Maybe, but that don't mean we can do this," I growled, fastening my jeans and yanking away from her, even as my dick plotted how best to overthrow me. It wanted her and didn't get why I hadn't already tossed her on the bed and brought her half way home.
She followed still, something desperate overtaking her look. Her hands covered mine. "Talon, I want to."
God fucking damn shit fuck hell. How was I supposed to resist that? I knew there'd been something different about her recently. And how could I pass up an offer like that? Even if it was just one time, one time was better than no times. Better than watching her go on to her richer, better life without ever having touched her bare skin or hearing what she sounded like when she orgasmed.
Right?
I knew there were other reasons why taking this woman to the bed in front of me was a bad idea, but with her fingertips grazing the head of my cock, I couldn't manage to lay a brain cell on one of them.
"You want to what, Gidge?" I forced out, mostly to stall the decision.
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me lightly on my chin as her fingers pulled my zipper apart again and her hand grasped my cock solidly, then moved up and down, pulling noises from me that I didn't want to make.
She stared at me. "I want to ... I want you to ... I want us ..."
"It'll never happen with us, Gidge. It's not meant to be."
"Nothing more has to happen, Talon. I'm not asking you for anything. Just sex. Just pleasure. Just one night."
Just one fucking night. I knew it. Could I handle it? Would one night be enough for my greedy-ass cock? If I took her, made her mine if only for a few hours, would I be able to give her up finally. Give up the entire idea of her and wish her well as she went on to live her real life?
I had no fucking idea.
My dick tried to convince me it was no problem. Right now was all that mattered. The future wasn't important.
My entire being ached for her, to have her body naked, exposed, open and dripping for me. To take her every way I knew how. To convince her biker cock was the best cock she was ever going to find, and maybe it could be good enough for her.
Anger leaked out around my desires as I thought about it. Was she really slumming? Or just using me as a way to forget about her heartaches for a few hours?
I made my decision.
If she was using me, then I would make it worth her while.
Give her something she'd never experienced before, and would never, ever forget.
Chapter 19
Crystal
I watched Talon's face work, reading the conflict behind his eyes. He didn't want me, didn't want to hurt me, didn't want to take advantage of me, but some part of him had been turned on by me. I had that evidence in my hand.
My hand was on Talon's cock! I slid my fingers over the silky steel and thought about begging him. There would never be another moment quite like this one again. Hell, he might even disappear again. I remembered how I'd felt when he'd joined the army, like I'd lost any chance I ever had of being with him. I would take whatever I could get. One hour, two hours, if that was all that was on offer, that would be enough for me.
Before I could form words, I saw his jaw tighten and knew he'd made a decision. I held my breath to see what it would be.
He shrugged out of his leather cut and threw it on the chair in the corner, then dropped his holster to the ground also. He lifted his shirt over his head and I sucked in a breath as his solid, sculpted chest and mix of tribal and military tattoos appeared. I lifted my hand to touch the dog tags tattooed on his chest. I hadn't seen this one before.
He grabbed my hand, then lifted his chin at me, his eyes blazing.
"Suck it then."
Electricity jumped through me, widening my eyes and kick-starting my heart. I stared at him as I dropped to my knees, my hand still on him. He pushed his pants and boxers down, never taking his eyes off me.
I leaned forward, finally tearing my eyes away from his face. I could still feel his gaze on me though, wiring me to him like an invisible current.
His cock was magnificent, dark and thick, with a huge head. I licked my lips and scooted until I was right up against him, pressing my lips on the very tip.
Talon's hand wound in my hair and exerted pressure on the back of my head. "Come on Gidge, that's a good girl. Let's see you swallow that cock."
Oh God. His words made me fucking throb in all the right places and I didn't even know why. I'd never had a man speak to me like that before, never had one say anything even close to that dirty. I'd been messing around with the wrong men apparently.
Talon didn't give me one more second to think, to work things out in my mind. He wound his other hand in my hair and pulled, forcing my lips apart with his cock, unconcerned if I was ready or not. I dropped my hand and licked and sucked for all I was worth, but Talon continued his control over me, pulling my head back, then forward again. I went with it, feeling his pleasure in my own body.
Forward I went again, his hands pulling me until I choked on his cock and I loved every second of it. I wanted him to pull me harder, choke me more, push me to that edge that had always been missing with every other man. That dirty, nasty, naughty fringe between pleasure and debasement that I had always sensed he was capable of, but never knew I would enjoy so much.
Before I could begin to recover, Talon bent his knees and held my head still, then fucked my mouth, thrusting in and out of it like he owned it. I swirled my tongue, hoping to draw more noises out of him, wanting to taste his cum. Wanting the whole Talon experience.
Talon moaned long and low in his throat and let up on me. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes on me, that current established again. With my mouth stretched to capacity I palmed his balls and watched his face to see if he liked it. His pleasure was obvious. I stroked them with my right hand, then went to work with my left hand and my mouth on his shaft. I wasn't too experienced sexually, but I'd learned how to give a good blow job my first year at college. I'd made sure of that, always with Talon's face in the back of my mind.
"Fuck, Gidge," he breathed. "That's good. Real good."
I redoubled my efforts, wanting to see his pleasure, but he only let me stroke him a few more times, and then in one movement he pulled out of my grasp.
I gaped at him, scared he had decided no way we were doing this. But no, he bent over and lifted me up, pulling my shirt off of me in one motion, then pawing at my jeans. I undid them and dropped them to the ground, stepping out of them.
Talon moved like a rattlesnake, twisting me around so my back was against the wall before I knew what was happening. With one hand, he ripped my panties off my body, then not even stopping to fling them away he lifted me and positioned me over his cock. His eyes found mind and asked the question. I could feel him at my entrance, and I hadn't even kissed him yet. I didn't give a fuck. This was what I wanted. This hard. This fast. This good.
I gave him a tiny nod.
Talon's strong, rough hands pulled
my hips down on him even as he thrust into me. I screamed. I couldn't help it. I knew it was coming and it still hurt.
He stopped, and his eyes searched my face. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled his lips to mine, assuring him with my kisses that it was good, that it was what I wanted, that he was who I wanted.
Talon pressed me against the wall and kissed me like I had never been kissed before. His tongue explored me, running over my teeth, my lips, my tongue, claiming me as his own. I felt myself loosen up and the pain lessen and I squirmed on his cock. I wanted everything he had to give me.
Talon held me up and began to thrust into me from below as he kissed me like a man kisses a woman he can never get enough of. A low growl began to build in his throat. He pulled away from my mouth and looked at my breasts. "God, Gidge, you're so tight, so good, so beautiful. I'm going to fuck you until the sun shines in the windows."
I whimpered, his words and his cock driving me to that edge, the one I'd never known like this.
He thought I was beautiful?
Talon's thrusts sped up and he began to pick me up then pull me down onto his cock, timing it to go deeper each time. I held on to his shoulders and dropped my head back to the wall, the perfectness of the moment filling me with satisfaction as his cock filled me with pleasure.
"Touch yourself, Gidge. Rub your clit," he whispered and I opened my eyes wide to stare at him. He nodded, encouraging me.
"I can come at any time, Gidge, all I have to do is look at your body, so pliant and beautiful, and I'll go off, but I want you to come first. Can you do that?"
I nodded. "I'm close, Talon. It feels so good."
"Do it. Come for me."
I dropped my right hand and did as he asked, feeling the pleasure build from my toes up. It felt different than it ever had before, so much fuller and more sensitive, more explosive. I closed my eyes as my breath came faster and the edge rushed at me.
I dropped my head to the wall again as everything came together in one huge, pulsating crescendo. I heard myself cry out his name as wave after wave of pleasure hit me, taking me far, then bringing me back.
