Sexy Bastards Anthology: Bad Boy, Biker, Alpha, Motorcycle Club, Contemporary Romance Collection (85 page)

Chapter 28

Talon

"You're free to go, Mr. Covina."

I stood up and smiled at the female police officer. She'd been nothing but polite to me the entire time I'd been at the station. I looked at the clock. It was ten in the morning. I'd been there for over sixteen hours.

Jaze hadn't been able to keep the strength in his legs to ride out of there on the back of my bike, so I knew we had only one choice. I'd called the cops and they came to get us.

Jaze went to the hospital for observation. I went to the police station for questioning.

They'd left me in the cell long enough that I'd actually gotten some sleep. I was grateful for that.

I'd never said a word. They treated me like a suspect, but they couldn't make me say anything, and in the end, they'd never charged me.

Now I was walking out of here without ever having lied to anyone. I didn't know what would happen in the future, but I'd decide once I heard what had happened to Whip.

Now to see my girl.

***

Crystal

I shifted in my seat, my ass hurting from sitting in the hard plastic for so many hours. The hospital had discharged me late the night before and I'd gone to see my brother first, bawling like a baby at his busted ear and wasted body. He was so thin it hurt me to look at him. Talon had gotten a message to me through a police officer we all went to high school with. He was ok. Jaze was in the hospital. Black van guy was dead.

When the nurse had said Jaze needed to sleep I had borrowed a car and come to the police station. I sat in the waiting room all night, sneaking cat naps every few hours. Talon and my dad were both in the back, and apparently my dad had shot the guy who had first lured me with a recording, then stuffed me in the trunk of the car. Somehow, Talon had found Jaze. My dad was going to be kept for at least another day, I'd been told, but Talon would be free to go soon. I didn't know who had found me, but I'd had a dream it had been Talon. In the dream I'd told him I loved him.

Fluttery wings beat in my chest at the thought. If it had happened, what had Talon thought of it? Was he still mad at me?

The door opened on the other side of the waiting room. A police officer held it open for Talon. He walked through, looking impossibly handsome and strong. My hero. My soldier. My biker.

Our eyes met across the room but he didn't react. He didn't smile or frown. He just stared, drinking me in. I stood and held my breath.

He walked slowly towards me, but when he was only halfway to me, he broke into a run, then pushed me against the wall with his body. Heat flooded through me as his hand came up to my hair and tugged gently, positioning my face directly beneath his. "Thank God you're ok, Crystal. I would have died if I lost you."

Hot need filled me, but something else was more important. "If you ... lost me?"

His mouth crushed down on mine. I responded eagerly, thrilled with his attention, with his words, with the love I felt radiating off of him.

Love?

I pulled away, panting hard, my whole body tensed and my mind on high alert, unable to look directly at him. "Talon, am I ... am I yours to lose?"

He groaned into my mouth and kissed me again. "You're mine. You've always been mine. You saved yourself for me, didn't you?"

Hot blood rushed to my cheeks and tingles sprinted up and down my spine, making me shudder with pleasure. "I did," I admitted, lifting my eyes to meet his, forcing myself to keep them there.

His lips found mine again, teasing, asking, taking, demanding. He stopped to breathe, then tangled his hand farther into my hair, pulling my head back slowly. His hazel eyes took mine and wouldn't let them go.

"I love you," he said simply, searching my face for a response.

My body exploded in a mass of tingles, like every cell in it cried out YES at the same time.

"You love me? Really?"

"I've always loved you, Crystal, since the day I moved into your father's house. You were the smart girl. The girl who had it all together. The first person in the family who was going to make something of herself. Be someone people looked up to. And you were crushingly beautiful to me. I couldn't even look at you." He shook his head. "You were fourteen. And my best friend's sister. I squashed it all from day one because you were too young. When you were older I didn't want to betray your brother or your father."

I remembered those days. He never did look me. I tried to catch his eye constantly, but he stayed far away from me.

His eyes searched my face and I saw a vulnerability there I'd never known existed.

"But Talon, what about when you moved out? When I moved out? I flirted with you enough times. At least I tried to."

A sad smile crossed his face. "You're gonna be a doctor, Gidge. It doesn't matter that I love you. It's enough for me to know you're alive and happy. That's what I really want for you. Not to be stuck with a loser like me. Someone who has no clue what he wants. Someone with a bum fucking leg and no fucking future."

I reached out and grabbed his face in my hands, unable to even think, hardly able to form words, but they came out finally. "Don't do that Talon. Don't you call me Gidget right now. That's how you push me away. That's how you keep us apart. I'm Crystal. Don't you ever call yourself a loser again! You are amazing and strong and sexy and hot and smart. You've had major trauma and it doesn't matter if you want to take a few years to just hang out, do nothing but be part of the MC. They're my family too, and none of them are losers, especially not you." My hands crept back to his ears and I pulled on them, making sure I still had his attention. "I love you too."

His sad smile reappeared. "Doctors don't love bikers, G—Crystal."

"Doctors do whatever the fuck they want, Talon. This isn't the 1950s and Gidget was never real life. You're a biker, and I'm nowhere near being a doctor yet, but I still love you."

His sad smile stayed put, like he didn't believe me.

"Talon, I've loved you since I was fourteen too. This is real what we have. Nothing else matters." I leaned forward, pushing up on my tiptoes, grabbing his bottom lip in my teeth and pulling it out, my gaze locked on his the entire time. His beard tickled my nose but I ignored it. I let go so I could speak. "I don't know what will happen in the future, but I'll tell you two things. One, this can work. My father and brother will be nothing but thrilled for us, I know it. Two, being a doctor with a sexy, badass man to call my own will only be good for me."

Talon licked his lips. "I've done shit, Crystal. Shit I'm not proud of. I'm not a good person."

"Bullshit," I whispered, pressing into him. "You're a good person. We'll work through it, get past it, all of it."

His lips dropped to mine and he crushed them in a kiss that rocked me to my core. A kiss that promised everything good in life, every ounce of love, caring, pleasure, and appreciation he had to give.

He pulled away and tugged on my hand. "Come on."

"Where we going?" I smiled, hoping I knew the answer.

"My place."

"Cool." We pushed out the door into the sunshine.

"Shit, my bike's out at Whitey's mom's place."

"I have a car."

I steered him to the car and in a few minutes we were on our way. We didn't speak. There didn't seem to be anything more to say, for now.

I parked the car in front of Talon's house and he pulled me up the walk. "My brothers are at school."

"What does that mean?"

"It means we finish what we started two nights ago."

"Really? Mr. Tough Biker, how do you know I want to?"

Talon unlocked his door then pulled me inside. He pressed me up against the wall and growled at me, making me laugh.

"You don't?" he asked, nuzzling my neck.

I sighed as pleasure zinged through me. "I do, but I have to tell you something first."

He pulled back, concern in his eyes.

"Talon, I, well, I'm a virgin."

He smiled and I almost fainted at the handsomeness of it.

"Really?" he leaned in and kissed my neck again. "You sure you've never been pushed up against a wall and pounded?"

My breath came faster in my throat and my entire body began to throb in time with my heart. The things he could do to me just with his words! His hands roamed up and down my arms, around my back, up my neck to my hair, lifting it, pulling on it, then back down to my breasts, palming them, seeking out my nipples.

"Oh that, well, that doesn't count," I forced out.

"Why not?"

"Because I didn't know it was important to tell that guy I was a virgin. And I'm really sorry that I didn't. I was afraid if you knew you wouldn't do it."

His lips and hands stilled on my body for a moment. He pulled his head back to look at me.

"I didn't mean to get upset, Crys, it just caught me by surprise. I was a little rough with you, but if I'd known, I wouldn't have been."

"Why not?" I asked. It didn't make sense to me.

"Because a girl's first time should be special."

I cupped my hand behind Talon's head and kissed him. "It was special. I'll never forget it. It was amazing."

He shook his head. "Nah, Gidge, I was too rough."

I kissed my way up his jaw line and whispered into his ear. "I fucking loved it. All of it, every filthy word that came out of your mouth, your hands on my head, your cock in the back of my throat, the way you fucked me until I screamed and then made me touch myself until I came."

Talon tensed as if reliving it all, then shrugged away from my hand so he could look me in the eyes, a wicked smile on his face that spilled the promise of rough sex all over me.

"Ah, Gidge, if that's the way you like it, we're going to have some fun." His hands dropped and he stepped back, shrugging out of his cut and throwing it on the back of a chair. He stripped right there in the entryway, all the way down to his bare feet. His muscles caught my eye, begging for me to dip my tongue in every single crevice. His cock stood straight out, fat and ready for me.

"Don't call me Gidge," I told him, not meaning it, my eyes on his cock.

"I'll call you whatever the fuck I want to call you," he said, his voice gruff, commanding. My eyes shot to his and I saw hesitation there, like he expected me to run out the door, but I only groaned, feeling my panties soak through.

"Good girl," he said, lifting his chin at me. "Now you. Take it off, Gidge. All of it."

Slowly, my eyes locked on his, I pulled my shirt over my head, undid my bra and dropped it, then kicked off my shoes and rolled my pants down my legs. I stepped out of my underwear, then stood there for his inspection.

"So fucking beautiful," he breathed. He raised a hand and touched my side, running his fingers along my only tattoo, the Greek letters, I'd had done a few months ago.

"Do doctors have tattoos, too?"

"Yeah."

"What's it mean?"

"Talon."

He shook his head once, to the right, then took a step forward and connected with me, kissing me, exploring me, his hands touching every inch. He picked me up, cradled me in his arms, and took me to his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind us.

"I'm not letting you out of here till you come five times," he told me, gently laying me on the bed.

"Better get to work," I said, opening my legs.

He laughed, and climbed on the bed with me, kissing my breasts, my stomach, working his way down.

He teased me until I tried to catch his head and keep it in one spot, tried to jam myself against his face, then he settled in and gave me my first orgasm. I screamed his name as I came, then tasted myself on his lips when he crawled next to me and kissed me.

"Gidget, why did we wait so long?" he asked. "We could have been doing this for years."

"Because you are stupid and pig-headed," I said. "And by the way, I only count one orgasm so far."

Talon snickered, then grabbed my hair and knelt over me, pushing his cock into my mouth. I opened up to him, watching him, relishing every look of pleasure that crossed his face.

"Smart mouth like that, you're gonna get yourself in trouble."

I couldn't talk, but I ran over a few insults in my mind, trying to decide which one would force him to spank me. Bedroom punishments sounded delicious to me, I couldn't wait to see how they felt.

Talon bent over me and opened a drawer in a nightstand by the bed. He pulled out of my mouth and threw a leg over me, ripping open a condom package and sliding the condom on.

He knelt between my knees and pushed my legs apart, making me forget what I was going to say. His cock was there, right where I wanted it. He stared in my eyes as he pushed inside me. "I love you, Crystal Santee," he told me, as our bodies entwined and he worked me towards my second orgasm.

"I love you too, Talon Covina," I said, my voice soft and wondering. Could it get any better than this? Any better than finally having the one my heart had desired for the last seven years?