Craving Talon (7 page)

His hand comes to stroke my head as it bobs up and down his shaft. “So fucking beautiful,” he breathes. I watch his eyes roll up and Talon’s pace increases, thrusting faster, my pussy tightens down, holding him to me, and he thrusts harder. Turning the plug another turn and I explode into millions of pieces around my men. My orgasm is so intense I feel a rush of liquid spilling from my sex as Talon plows into me, taking me to a new height in my orgasm, once again turning the plug and drawing out the pleasure I feel.

My moans are cut off by Kyle’s cock in my mouth as I pump him harder and faster, pleading for him to give me his orgasm.
 

In tandem, I hear their cries of pleasure and feel their seed pouring into me, reaching my soul and making me whole once again.
 

The pleasure is so intense that I think I pass out, because when I come to, the plug is gone and I am surrounded by these two gorgeous, sexy men who are mine. All mine.

The guys are so sweet. Laying with me, touching me, but it is not sexual in any way. It’s almost as if they need to be touching me in order to survive, to breathe. I get little kisses on my shoulders and along my neck. But it is so sweet, I’m incapable of finding sexual pleasure in it. Besides, I think it would take an army to get me going again.
 

They stay like that for some time before Kyle groans, “We need to get packed up.”
 

I groan too. “Alright, let’s do this.” I start to sit up.
 

“Oh no, we got this,” Talon says. “You rest, angel.”
 

I plop back on the pillow. “I’m not going to argue.”
 

They both laugh and kiss me on my cheeks and set about getting us packed up and I doze off.
 

“Baby girl?”
 

“Go away,” I mumble.
 

Kyle laughs. “I would, but we need to get some clothes on you. Can you sit up?”
 

“No,” I pout.
 

“Come on, panda. We just need to throw a t-shirt, your jammie pants and your flip flops on.”
 

“You’re so cute,” I tell him.
 

He laughs again and helps me sit up. He has a t-shirt ready for me to slip my arms into. He helps me because it is impossible for me to keep my eyes open. He slips the shirt over my head and I fall back to the bed.
 

Kyle is laughing the entire time. “You wear me out,” I grumble.
 

He chuckles louder and I hear Talon join in. “You wear us out, angel.”
 

“Hmph.”

The next thing I know my feet are being moved around and I feel my soft flannel pajama bottoms being pulled up. “Lift those sexy hips, baby girl.” I do as Kyle asks and he slides them up. “Now it’s time to go,” he says as he slips my flip flops on. “Can you walk or do I need to carry you?”
 

My eyes fly open and he laughs. “No, I can walk.”
 

He smiles. “Then come on, panda girl. Let’s go.” I sit up and slide to the end of the bed. Both Talon and Kyle help me up and they escort me from the bedroom where I see Mills, Beck and Rusty grabbing our bags from the sitting room. There are several of them and I notice now the new purple luggage with decorative skulls on it that the guys bought for me. It’s actually cute and I like it.
 

Talon and Kyle leave me to my own devices while they go help the guys with the bags. Making it only one trip down. Talon smiles at me when he comes over. He has his guitar case in his hands as he leans down and says, “This is my life,” he slips the strap over my head, “and it’s in your hands.” Then he kisses me.
 

“I’ll guard it with my life.” I smile at him.
 

After the song last night and everything that’s been happening, it’s all starting to fall into place. These things are Talon’s way of telling me he loves me. My heart swells.
 

“You ready, baby girl?” Kyle pulls me out of my revelation and I nod.
 

Following them out of the suite, I take one last look around. Soaking up the surroundings of where everything has changed and is changing in my life.
 

Twenty minutes later we arrive at the lot where the buses are parked and there is surprisingly no fans, no paparazzi, no reporters, nothing. Just the buses and it is refreshing to see. It’s just after five and everyone is ready to go on time, which is great.
 

The Suburban pulls up next to the door of our bus and the other bus seems to be packed and ready to go. I can see movement through the front window, so I am assuming everyone is on board. A couple of the crew jump off of the bus to help the guys unload the luggage from the Suburban. They make quick work of it while I climb on board the bus and stumble my way back to mine and Kyle’s room with my messenger bag. I toss it up on the bunk and slip off my flip flops. All I want to do is sleep.
 

I start to climb up. “What are you doing, angel?”
 

I turn to see Talon standing in the curtained doorway. “Going to bed.”
 

He smiles, “You don’t sleep here anymore.” The tone of his voice doesn’t match his smile, he’s dead serious.

I scowl. “Wha…” I’m so confused and so tired. With the assistant job does this mean I have to sleep on the other bus? No, they said…

He enjoys my misery just a little too long, then takes the three steps into the room to wrap his arms around me. “You sleep in my bed,” he says against my lips.
 

“What about Kyle?”
 

He smiles, his lips brushing against mine, my body melting into his. “We all sleep together.”
 

I smile against his lips and kiss him sweetly. The touch certainly turns me on, but I am too tired to do anything about it. “Let’s put you to bed,” he says as he leads me out of my room and into his.
 

Once inside his room, he pulls back the covers of his bed and helps me climb under them. I slide to the center to make room for him, but he just tucks me in. “I have some things to do, but I’ll be in soon.” He puts a knee on the bed and leans over to kiss my forehead. “You have a big night tonight. Get some sleep,” he says with one final kiss before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. I snuggle in as best as I can. I hate sleeping on my back, but with double ink, it’s the best I can do for now. Soon I fall fast asleep.

Kyle rounds the corner just as I close the door to my room. “Hey,” he says with a smile.
 

“Hey yourself.” He steps into the compartment he shared with Addison.
 

“Where’d she go?” He looks around.
 

“She’s in my room,” I tell him and he visibly slumps. “It’s where she sleeps from now on.” I watch as he puts his hands against her bunk, holding himself up.
 

“You can’t, that’s not…,” he stutters through his words and I walk up behind him, wrapping my arms around his chest, holding him to me and he relaxes against me.
 

I kiss the back of his neck. “It’s where you sleep now too,” I say quietly.
 

“Talon.” His voice is breathy and it turns me on more than I already am. “We need to talk.” I smile against his neck and kiss him.
 

“Let’s get everyone settled and get on the road. Then I’m all yours,” I tell him, kissing him one last time then I loosen my hold on his chest. His hand comes up to stop me, holding me to him. “It’s alright.” I rest my forehead against his shoulder. “I feel it too.” I close my eyes, wondering if what I’m feeling is the same. God, I hope it is.
 

He grabs my hand and brings it to his mouth where he kisses my knuckles. “It’s too much,” he says.
 

“Believe me, I know.” He lets my hand go and I stand up a little straighter, releasing him from my grip. “Come on, let’s get this over with so we can talk.”

Twenty minutes later, the buses are loaded and we’re ready to go. The guys have all fallen into their racks and the bodyguards have gone over to the other bus for their own rack time. We’re a little ahead of schedule which is a good thing because that means we can all sleep more. Kyle is sitting at one of the tables in the galley area when I come up from checking on Addison, who’s sound asleep in my room.
 

“She sleeping?” Kyle asks.
 

“She is. Do you want to talk here? Or…” This isn’t the most private area for a conversation. We’re feet away from the guys in their racks, who are no doubt sleeping, but they’re still here.

“Your room?” He asks.
 

“I don’t want to wake her,” I tell him.
 

“Good point, we could go back to my room. It’s not private but…” He hesitates.
 

“Let’s do that.” I grab a drink from the fridge. “Want one?”
 

“Yeah.” I grab him one too and head back toward his room. Once we’re inside he sits down against the wall that separates this room from mine. I leave the curtain cracked, just in case Addison gets up or someone comes looking for us. I take a seat on the opposite wall, handing him his sports drink as I sit.
 

“What’s going on, Kyle? You seem…off,” I tell him. I noticed last night he wasn’t his usual self, but I didn’t want to press. If I know Kyle, he’ll usually talk when he’s ready.
 

“Do you love her?” he asks, no beating around that bush then.
 

I take a drink and watch as his fingers play with the cap of his. “Yeah, I think I do.”

“Me too,” he says quietly. “So what now?”
 

“What do you mean?” I ask him.
 

“Between the three of us. Where do we go from here?” He doesn’t look at me and that’s strangely okay. I can tell he’s worried about this conversation.
 

“Nothing changes, Kyle. Nothing about her, about us, the three of us, the way we are, nothing changes. Just because we love her doesn’t mean we have to make her choose. What are you so afraid of?” I cock my head at him.
 

He starts talking and my eyes drift to the floor. “Loving her is easy. She makes it so easy because she is such an amazing woman.” I nod in agreement. “But I’m afraid of loving you.” My eyes shoot to his.