Sexy Bastards Anthology: Bad Boy, Biker, Alpha, Motorcycle Club, Contemporary Romance Collection (81 page)

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.

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.