Page 55 of Talon (Road Rebels MC 2)
“Fuck! You are amazing!” he growled, a little too loud and I smiled, while my orgasm began to fade away. It was Glock’s turn now, he was the one coming.
He grunted, and his tanned face turned even darker. His hair was ruffled, but he never looked sexier. He was gritting his teeth and looking straight into my eyes while he shot inside me. His grip on my breasts became tighter, and I could feel him emptying his seed into me.
I gasped and moaned again, thrilled at the sight of Glock losing all his control.
When he was done, he sighed loudly and ran a hand through his damp, sweaty hair. I bit down on my lip and smiled at him, while he gently started sliding his cock out of me. For a moment, when he started moving my ankles off his shoulders, I felt that familiar feeling of anxiety. He was going to push me away again, he was going to put on his clothes and leave.
Instead, Glock took in a deep breath and then threw himself on my bed. We were lying next to each other, and I turned to him. I could feel my fingers trembling because I was desperate to touch him. I wanted to know what it would feel like if he held me after we had sex.
Glock was still breathing hard, and eventually, he looked into my eyes and smiled. That smile felt like it could change everything. He wasn’t angry at himself this time, and it felt like a gift.
He reached for my hair, tucking in a bunch of it behind my ears as we faced each other.
“It’s late, we should get some sleep. You need to rest,” he said, in a deep hoarse voice.
I nodded and moved an inch from him, but Glock grabbed me by my bare waist and pulled me close to him. His arm was around me now, and our foreheads were knocked together.
“Get some sleep, Sage, I’m right here,” he said, and I fell asleep, cradled in Glock’s arms.
***
By the time I woke up, Glock was already awake. He was beside me on the bed, with my head on his arm and my hands on his chest. He was looking out of the window and turned when he sensed me moving.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said, in a low, hoarse voice and I smiled at him. Despite everything I had been through the previous day, it still felt like I had the best night’s sleep. I had fallen asleep feeling safe and content, and I had never felt like that before.
Glock looked handsome in the morning light. There was a light stubble on his chin, and I couldn’t resist grazing my fingers against its roughness. Glock smiled, caught my fingers and then lightly kissed my fingertips.
“What time is it?” I asked him, and we both looked at the clock together. It was eight. I could hear the sound of the kettle going off in the kitchen, which meant that mom was already awake.
“I hope I don’t alarm Tracy when I go down,” he said, with a grin and I bit down on my lip.
“Stay for breakfast,” I told him, and Glock gulped, then started moving his arm away from my head.
“I don’t think I should, I don’t want your mom to get her hopes up,” he said and swung his legs off the bed. I could feel my heart sinking. I had gotten my hopes up too. When I woke up, I couldn’t help but hope that maybe this could mean something. That perhaps we could have a conversation about working our relationship out. But evidently not. Glock had already made the decision for us.
I fluffed up my pillows and leaned against it, while I watched Glock start collecting his discarded clothes off the floor.
“When are you leaving for San Francisco?” he asked, breaking the awkward silence that had descended between us. Suddenly, I felt my mouth grow dry. I had been so happy the previous night, and also when I woke up and now he was making me feel like he couldn’t wait to get out of the door.
“I’m not sure yet, I want to speak to Axel first and ask for his permission to help the girls, at least provide them with some kind of legal assistance,” I said, and I watched as Glock visibly stiffened up.
“I don’t think that would be necessary, Sage. I know what Axel is going to say. He doesn’t want the MC to get involved with anything to do with the law,” he said and slipped his t-shirt back on.
“There’s no harm in speaking to him, is there?” I asked, and Glock averted his eyes from me while he belted his jeans.
“Yes, Sage, there is. The longer you stay here, the more you associate yourself with the Bad Disciples—the more you expose yourself to the wrath of the Dragon Knights,” he said, in a firm voice. He was looking at me with a dark warning in his eyes too. For the first time since I had known Glock, it felt like I wouldn’t be able to have my way with him.
I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him. I still wasn’t wearing any clothes, and I noticed the way Glock’s eyes drifted to my breasts, he gulped and then quickly looked away.
“If there is anything that I know now, after what happened yesterday…is that I don’t want another woman to go through what Casey and I went through and I want those bastards to pay for everything they have done to all those women!” I barked at him, and Glock took in a deep breath, which made his shoulders square. He was putting on his leather jacket now, and he nodded his head.
“That is exactly what I want, and what my brothers want too. We don’t need a lawyer for that, we can take care of business ourselves,” Glock stated. He looked angry, his face was darkened, and his eyes were narrowed.
He was ready to leave now, and that sinking feeling in my heart had returned. I didn’t want him to leave, I wasn’t sure when I would see him again.
“Look, Sage. You’re not meant to be here. You’re meant to be back in San Francisco, leading the life you’ve built for yourself. I know you want to do the right thing for your hometown, but trust me, you can’t help,” Glock said, and he was walking around to my side of the bed.
I could feel the hot tears pricking the backs of my eyelids again.
“I should go now, and you should finalize your plans of going back to San Francisco. I’ll try and convince Tracy to join you soon. Sell the house, do whatever it takes, just remember that this place is not meant for you,” he said, and then he lightly stroked the top of my head like he was petting a dog.
“What about you?” I asked him with a trembling lip.
“This is where I’m supposed to be, where I was always supposed to be. I’m happy here,” he said, and then stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket; Glock walked to the door of my bedroom and opened it. He turned to look at me again, and this time it seemed like he was really drinking me in.
“Text me when you know when you’re leaving, I’ll come over, and we can say our goodbyes,” he said, and before I even had a chance to respond, Glock had walked out of my room and shut the door behind him.
I sa
nk back into bed, covering my face with my hands as the tears started flowing again. Just like that, Glock had made the decision that we couldn’t have a relationship. He had decided it for me, and I couldn’t blame him. Ten years ago, I had done the same thing to him.
***
It wasn’t until two hours later that I was ready to leave my bedroom. I didn’t want mom to see me in my sorry state, and most of all; I wanted to avoid the volley of questions that I was sure she had for me. She had no doubt met Glock when he was leaving the house that morning.
I showered and changed and made myself presentable and hoped that mom would just give me some space. I had just slipped on my plaid shirt when there was a knock on my door.
“Sage, honey, are you up?” it was mom’s voice, and I rolled my eyes. I had spent the past ten years living by myself, and I was yet to adjust to living with my mother again, no matter how short my stay here was.
“Yes, mom, I’ll be down in a couple of minutes,” I called out to her, as I strapped my wristwatch on.
“Okay, there are some people here to see you,” she said.
“People? Who people?” I asked, but I could already hear the sound of mom’s descending footsteps on the stairs. Who could possibly be here to see me? I didn’t know anybody in Long Beach anymore.
Suddenly, I was gripped with panic. Was it the Dragon Knights? Had they come to threaten me? Kidnap me? Hurt my mom? I grabbed my cellphone in my hand, ready to call Glock and I left the room.
As I descended the stairs, I could hear the chuckle and the high-pitched voices of women. My brows were still crossed, I was still confused.
The voices were coming from the kitchen, and when I walked in, I found seven women in my mom’s tiny kitchen. Mom was happily in the process of supplying each of them with mugs of coffee. A plate of cookies was already plonked down on the kitchen table, and they had made themselves comfortable around it.
