by Lexy Timms
When I stilled, Talon's pace increased once more and I heard his breath catch in his throat. He thrust into me hard, then lifted me and pulled out of me, his absence leaving me empty in a way I hated. His thick cock slapped against my belly and I grabbed for it, even as his cum spurted out in broad, white strands. He grunted and leaned against me as I felt shudders pass through him.
I had sex with Talon. Oh God, nothing would ever be the same between us. It scared me and thrilled me at the same time.
Talon's breathing slowed and I willed my own to do the same. He'd said he would fuck me all night and I prayed he'd been telling the truth. So far, he'd fulfilled ever wild thought I'd ever had about him. I hoped the things that were coming next were things I couldn't even imagine.
I felt his muscles tense under my fingers and sensed his demeanor change.
"What the fuck, Gidge?" he asked me, his voice tight and hard, his head facing the floor.
"What?"
He dropped me to the ground and backed up, his eyes on his dick. I looked to see what he was so upset about, but I thought I knew what I would see.
I knew I should have warned him.
But I never dreamed it would make him angry.
Chapter 20
Talon
Blood. On my cock.
She was a fucking virgin?
"Sorry, Talon, I should have said something, I—"
"You've never had sex before?" I couldn't help the belligerent, accusing tone in my voice, although I wasn't entirely sure where it was coming from.
Her hip cocked to the right and attitude crept into her tone. "I've done stuff."
I locked eyes with her, feeling my heart beat in my throat, anger simmering under the surface, and I didn't even know why. "Has any of that stuff ever been a dick in your vagina before?"
"Look, Talon, it's not a big deal. I've been with men, but just not that way. I was saving myself."
Pain lanced through my temple. She was saving herself for Mr. Fucking Right, and somehow she ended up here with me, Mr. Always Wrong, and I fucked it all up for her.
And she let me. She fucking encouraged me.
My mind ran back over what had just happened, trying to find that moment when I pushed her to far, when she said no but I ignored it. I didn't find it, but I knew it had to have been there.
Saving herself, Jesus Christ!
I pulled my boxers and my pants up and buckled everything. I put on my shirt, my holster, and my cut, never looking at Crystal. I could feel her bewilderment, her confusion, but I couldn't deal with it. I had to get out.
"Talon, wait, it's not a big deal," she said.
"Not a big deal! You're twenty-one years old, Gidge. I never would have guessed that you were still a virgin. I get that you were saving yourself, that's cool and all, but if you changed your fucking mind, you could have at least mentioned it to me before I did it. It can't be undone, you know!"
I turned and headed for the door.
"Talon, wait, I didn't change my mind—"
I rushed through the door, pulling it shut behind me, cutting off her words. I jogged the short hallway and found Rams staring at me from the couch. His face said he'd heard everything.
"Get up," I grunted, then pushed the couch away from the door when he did.
I unlocked Rams' door and pushed my way outside into the cool night air. "Lock the door behind me, and go talk to her," I told Rams. "She needs a friend right now."
I slammed the door and waited to hear the lock click, then I stalked to my bike. Out of all the ways I had ever imagined taking Crystal, stealing her virginity had never been part of it. Jesus fuck! How did a woman make it to twenty-one and still be a virgin anyway? I'd seen boys sniffing around her since she'd been fourteen. I knew she had boyfriends at college. Hell, I'd even pulled a few boys off of her myself in high school and sent them home with busted noses.
I climbed on my hog and started it up, above caring about the hour. It wasn't that late. Rams' neighbors had to be used to it anyway.
I backed out of the stall and pulled out on the road, needing to put some distance between myself and Crystal, but as I rode, I couldn't bring myself to do more than go in a big circle around the block.
I needed speed, needed miles, needed to clear my head, but I couldn't leave the area in case Crystal needed me. No matter how pissed I was, I would never abandon her.
I turned left, and turned left again, watching the neighborhood, eyeballing Rams' place every time it became visible between the surrounding houses.
My mind floated back to the first time I'd known my feelings for Crystal were something I couldn't stuff down, something I couldn't escape.
I'd been only a few months shy of my eighteenth birthday, living at Whip's, completely unsure where the rest of my life was going. I'd already dropped out of school and Whip and Crystal were both trying to convince me to take the automotive performance class at the community college, but I couldn't imagine trading one form of school for another so soon. Besides, I didn't want to be a mechanic. I loved working on motorcycles, but that didn't mean I wanted to fix someone else's car all day for the rest of my life. I'd been considering joining the military, but couldn't make the final decision, couldn't commit.
Jaze and I had gone out drinking with some buddies at Whitey's mom's farmhouse. She had died the year before and Whitey had just let the place rot. He said he didn't want to live in it, but he didn't want to get rid of it either because he'd grown up there. Since nobody was using it, it became the perfect pretend clubhouse for me and Jaze, since Whip wouldn't let us in the real thing until we were eighteen.
When we were ready to go home, we had a friend drop us off in our neighborhood, a few blocks away from the house. Walking let us sober up enough that Whip didn't get in our shit. It was a school night, and he would have laid into Jaze if he'd known Jaze had been drinking for hours.
We found a car parked on the side of the road a block down from our house with the windows fogged up. Jaze laughed silently like it was a big joke and tried to peek inside the back seat but he couldn't see anything.
"Come on, baby, you'll like it," a voice said from inside. Jaze nodded his head and smiled at me, like things were about to get good.
But then his smile slipped and his face went murderous when we heard his sister's voice. "I told you Rick, I'm not gonna screw you, we can just play around a little. Don't be a dick or I won't get you off."
My own blood pressure shot through the roof and I ripped the back door open before Jaze could even move. Crystal had only been sixteen, achingly beautiful, but innocent, I had thought.
Crystal had only stared at me as I pulled Rick out of the car by his shirt. I had been going to just send Rick the fuck home, but he got belligerent and told me to fuck off, he was Crystal's boyfriend so he could do whatever he wanted with her. That's when I punched him. Jaze had pulled Crystal out of the car and she'd started screaming at him.
Rick had been bigger than me, maybe stronger too, but I'd had outrage on my side. I'd sent him home crying as Crystal and Jaze screamed at each other.
"It's not up to you who I sleep with!" Crystal had yelled, her eyes flashing, her chin thrust forward.
"You're not gonna fuck around, Crystal, only whores do that."
"Fuck that, Jaze, girls like sex too, why is it ok for boys to fuck around but not girls?"
Jaze looked like he was having a heart attack. His mouth opened and closed like he couldn't breathe and his hand clutched at his chest.
"You like sex?" he choked out.
"Not that it's any of your business, but I haven't had sex. I've messed around though, and yeah I liked it."
Jaze turned around and stormed up the sidewalk. "I'm telling Dad."
Crystal caught him in a flash. She got in front of him and walked backwards so she could face him, her hands out in front of her. "Go ahead, Jaze, but it's not up to him what I do either. I'm only sixteen, yeah, I get that. That's why I haven't had sex yet, but when I
do, you can bet it will be my choice who, where, and how I do it. Don't hold your breath waiting for me to come ask your permission!"
Crystal stopped walking and Jaze pushed past her. She set her eyes on me as I approached her, but her tone had softened. "Did you hit my boyfriend?"
"He said he could do whatever he wanted with you, Crys, that's not cool."
"I can take care of myself, Tom."
She'd looked so lovely in the glow from the streetlights, staring up at me with her big brown eyes, and the kicker was, I knew she could take care of herself. Hearing her tell Jaze off had done something to me, woken me up. Hearing her talk about liking sex made me notice her in a new way. She'd always been pretty, but now she seemed gorgeous to me, like some kind of exotic animal I just had to tame.
I put on a burst of speed, spewing exhaust behind me. I'd finally had her, tamed her, made her suck my dick, so why did I feel like such a piece of shit?
The day after Crystal had opened my eyes to the real nature of women I had gone to the recruiter and signed on the bottom line, infantry all the way, with three months delayed entry. I was running, I knew it, but it seemed like the best thing to do at the time.
A car turned a corner behind me and red lights flashed through the neighborhood. Fuck.
I pulled over to the side and cut my engine. I had a fucking 9 mill on me with the serial scratched off. This night was about to get even worse.
The officer got out of his car and walked up to me. "License and registration please."
I recognized his voice immediately and looked closer at the face under the blue police cap. "Cormic Allen?"
"Thomas Covina, sonofabitch, where the hell you been?" We shook hands, then he pulled me into an embrace. My pleasure at seeing my old buddy didn't stop me from angling the left side of my body away from his.
"I joined the army, did a couple years in the sandbox."
"I heard! I didn't know you were back, though."
"Yeah, I got blown up, so they sent me stateside."
He looked me up and down. "You look in one piece to me."
I laughed. "It's amazing what they can do on the operating table these days. How long you been a cop?"
He stuck out his chin. "This is my first night on patrol by myself actually, I just finished training."
"Good for you, man, good for you."
We caught up, talked about high school. Talked about Jaze, and Rams, and Crystal, and my brothers, plus some of the good times we'd had, but after twenty minutes I started to feel nervous, because I could only see the back side of Rams' place. "Hey man, I gotta get going."
"Yeah, cool, me too. We had a complaint about noise though, have you been riding through the neighborhood for an hour?"
I dropped my head. "Had some thinking to do."
"You done now?"
"Yeah, gonna head to bed."
Cormic held out his hand again. "Good to see you man,"
"Great to see you."
We didn't offer to get together later. Go have a beer. We'd chosen different lives.
I rode back to Rams' house on my bike, genuinely pleased at the second trip down memory lane I'd taken that evening.
Too bad I couldn't shake the feeling I was about to head back into the lion's den.
Chapter 21
Crystal
I lay in Rams' bed, my emotions swirling around in a big jumbled mess. My body felt taut, thrumming with the desires Talon had stirred up in it, now with no promise of relief. I could masturbate, but I knew that wouldn't do a damn thing. I didn't want to orgasm, I wanted to hear that gritty voice tell me to suck his cock, I wanted to feel those hard fingers touch me roughly, I wanted to watch those hard-won muscles flex as he controlled me physically. I'd always sworn I'd never be with a biker, never be an old lady, never ever end up at the clubhouse with the rest of the women, but now I finally understood the appeal.
The nice, polite college men I'd been with had never held my head deep onto their cocks as I blew them, had never told me to "suck it," would never have even tried to fuck me up against a wall. They asked permission. They didn't push too hard. They kept things within reason.
I held my head in my hands and rolled over to face-plant into the pillow. Talon regretted what he'd done with me, that much was clear. So it didn't seem like I was going to get another chance at the good stuff. The thought made me want to bury my head and cry, but I didn't. I hated to cry. I'd already done enough of it that night.
I'd promised Talon just one night, just pleasure, only sex. There had been pleasure, but it ended up being just the one time. So now I had to make good on my promise. Let him be. Let him live his life. Try to build my own without him. I hoped we found Jaze quickly so I could go back to school early. Fuck the holidays. All I wanted to do was disappear and lick my wounds.
The only good thing about not being able to stop thinking about Talon was it kept my mind off Jaze. I still couldn't believe he was missing, and I could tell Talon thought he was dead. That terrified me. My big brother, my protector, the guy who always had been there for me.
My ears strained to hear the sound of Talon's motorcycle outside, like I had off and on since he'd left, but all was silent. I couldn't believe he'd left. What was I going to do in the morning? Where would I go?
The thought pressed on me as my jaw opened in a joint-cracking yawn. I snuggled into the pillow and willed myself to sleep. It was the only thing that would take away the pain and confusion for a little while.
***
Crystal
I came awake with a start, blinking against the heavy morning sunlight.
Another knock sounded on the door. "Yes?" I called.
"Crystal," Rams said. "Get up, Talon wants us to take you to the clubhouse."
Great. But at least he was here. I'd get to talk to him before we left.
I pulled on my clothes quickly, visited the bathroom, and rushed out into the main apartment. Rams stood there alone, looking at me apologetically. "He wants you to ride with me."
"Did he say anything?"
Rams shook his head.
I touched his arm hesitantly, not sure if what I was about to ask Rams would make Talon more upset or not, since I wasn't entirely sure why he was upset in the first place.
"Do you know why he's mad?"
"Because he loves you."
I covered my gasp with my hand. "He what?"
Rams grasped my upper arms and held them tightly, focusing his strong gaze on me. "Crystal, I don't know what happened between you two last night, but if you ask me, it's been a long time coming. Talon is complex, always has been, and being kicked out of the army fucked with his head in a way I can't even begin to understand. He loves you, and he has since we were kids, but for some reason, he doesn't think he's good enough for you." Rams snorted and rolled his eyes. "Oh, and he thinks Whip and Jaze will hate him if he pursues you."
I couldn't believe it. But I desperately wanted to believe it. "He ... told you this?"
"No, he's never said it to me, or even to himself probably, but I've seen it for years. The way he treats you, like you're the fucking Queen of England or some shit. The way his voice goes soft when he talks about you. The way he gets pissed if he sees you with a guy, or even hears about it. Fuck, when your old man said you had a boyfriend last year, Talon walked around in a grumpy haze for four or five months. Bit everyone's head off. Then we heard you'd broken up and we got Talon back."
I pressed a hand to my chest to try to still some of the pain there. "Rams, we had sex last night."
A slow smile spread over Rams' face and he bobbed his head. "About time."
"But that's when he got pissed. After. I—I didn't tell him I was a virgin and when he figured it out he left me alone."
Rams looked up at the ceiling. "Like I said, he's complex. I would think he would have been happy you were a virgin, unless he was just pissed he didn't know cuz he woulda made it special for you or some shit."
I rubbed hard at my foreh
ead. Rams was smarter than people gave him credit for. Either that or he just knew Talon really well. Better than I did. "You might be right, Rams. God. It wasn't a big deal though!"
Ram's raised an eyebrow. "Really? How come you were still a virgin after so long? I know you've had plenty of boyfriends. Weren't any of them good enough?"
I dropped my eyes. "I was saving myself for Talon. I always wanted him to be my first."
Rams snorted. "Sounds like a big deal to me."
I leaned forward and Rams pulled me into a hug. We stayed like that for a long time, until I heard a motorcycle engine rev outside.
"We better go," Rams said.
I pulled on my leather jacket and gloves, then walked outside, my thoughts jumbling, trying to decide what I should say to Talon.
I didn't get a chance to say anything. He was on the street already and when he saw us come out, he nodded at Rams and took off towards the clubhouse.
Great.
"Hey, don't mind him, he's in a hurry. He says he's got a lot planned today."
"Was being an asshole one of those things he had planned? Because he got a head start on that one."
Rams laughed and handed me my helmet. "I never knew two people with harder heads than you and him," he said. "Things should be interesting when you get married."
Married!? For once, I was left absolutely speechless.
Chapter 22
Crystal
Rams drove fast and we caught up with Talon in no time. I watched him, thinking about everything Rams had said, wishing I could get into Talon's head just a little bit.
Talon motioned to Rams that he was pulling over, then took a right on a side street and stopped at the curb. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as Rams pulled up behind him and cut the engine so Talon could hear.
Talon listened to someone talk and his face grew dark. "Shit, Whitey, when did he get back in town?"
I watched Talon nervously, hearing only his side of the conversation, but still getting the gist. My dad needed help.
