Page 15 of Talon (Road Rebels MC 2)
And all the while, he was peppering my marked skin with his warm, wet kisses.
The two of us plummeted to the couch, shaking and panting with the sheer force of our climaxes. He stayed seated inside of me while our juices leaked out from between my legs, and it wasn’t until he began to shrivel inside of me that he held me close and pulled the blanket over our naked bodies.
“Talon,” I said breathlessly.
“Yes?”
“Can I… admit something to you?”
My eyes opened to meet his, and the kind smile that crossed his face made me feel comforted and protected.
“You can tell me anything, Gemma,” he said.
“I’ve had a crush on you ever since I can remember,” I said, giggling. “And I’ve wondered for years what it would be like to be with you.”
The salacious smile that crossed his face sent electric shocks down my spine.
“Then know you’re not the only one,” he said.
“Seriously?” I asked.
“Mhm.”
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“Because I was scared of your brother back then,” he said.
“But… you’re not now?” I asked.
“No.”
“Then how are we going to tell him? About this, I mean. I mean, it’s okay if you wanna keep it a secret. But if you don’t, how will we-”
“Leave that to me,” I said. “That’s not for you to worry about.”
“But he’s my brother,” I said.
“And he’s mine, too. We became brothers the moment we joined The Road Rebels. You leave him to me.”
I nodded my head, and he brought his lips to my forehead for a kiss.
“You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted, Gemma,” he said. “And I’ll do anything I can to keep you.”
I sighed at his words and cuddled deeper into his pulsing, rippling muscles.
“I don’t wanna leave,” I said breathlessly.
“Then don’t. Stay here.”
“I can’t. I told Jace I’d be back tonight,” I said.
“That name’s gonna take some getting’ used to,” he said, chuckling. “We’ll worry about that later. Just get some rest.”
I knew I was headed for a world of trouble. I knew Jace would be irate with me for not coming home and he’d be even angrier at the fact that I didn’t tell him about it. He’d want to know where I was and who I was with, which meant I’d either have to mount a defense or concoct a lie I was willing to defend.
But Talon’s body was so warm, and his eyes were so comforting.
And my body was so tired.
“I guess I could get up early and leave,” I said.
“And I’ll keep you warm until you do,” he said.
He wrapped his arms around me while he held each other close on the couch. The only sound wafting around our heads were the sounds of cars racing by his apartment. The smell of our sex permeated the air, tugging a smile across my lips while I rested against the chest of the man I’d dreamt about for years.
In that very moment, all my worries faded into the background, and all that was left was Talon’s heart beating against my chest.
Chapter 13
Talon
I held Gemma all through the night while thoughts of her naked body against mine swirled around in my head. I hadn’t planned on taking her the way I did, but I couldn’t deny her what she was so clearly asking of me. It was hard enough restraining myself while I helped her to relax in that tub, but the way she scrambled for my body snapped something inside of me. In that very moment, I had to have all of her. I needed her underneath me, panting my name while I sunk myself into her. I needed to feel the juices of our lust against her leg while she locked herself around me all night.
I pulled her as close as I could get her on the couch while her breathing evened out against my body.
I ran my fingers through her hair while I came up with ways I could defuse this situation with Snake. He’d be fucking pissed, no matter what Gemma or I told him. All I wanted to do was try to keep Gemma from the brunt of it while communicating to him that I did care for his sister. That I wasn’t gonna let anything happen to her. That no matter what the fuck I did with Calista in order to garner information, it didn’t mean shit.
Gemma was the only woman I wanted, and I needed to find a way to communicate that to Snake while keeping her safe.
I fell asleep with my fingers tangled in her tresses and her breasts pressed against my body. She smelled of vanilla and wreaked of sensual desires, and it was all I could do to keep myself at bay while I slept next to her on my couch. The mere fact that she had cooked me dinner told me she wanted to make sure I was okay, and it was a new revelation I had to digest. Women were usually just fucks to me. Just things to get me by while I tried to replace Gemma with other pussies. Fuck her from my mind before my dreams swallowed me under and coated me with the beauty of her smile.
And now I was holding her naked body against mine, shrouding her from the darkness after she begged for my cock.
Having Gemma in my arms after years of dreaming about it seemed surreal. Her body had changed throughout the years and she’d been through some of the worst parts of hell, and she still somehow retained the innocent glow I’d always associated her with. Her skin was soft, not marred with scars and callouses like mine was. Her lips were full and plump, not thin and chapped like mine were from riding and constantly frowning all the damn time. Her hair was long and luscious while mine was short, and her body held the softest of curves while my body boasted of muscles used to hurt, defend, and protect.
In many ways, she was my exact opposite, and yet that’s exactly how two puzzle pieces clung to one another. By filling out the other’s opposing holes and dips.
That’s what Gemma did for me. She filled me up in places I simply couldn’t. She rounded me out in places I had no business diving into. She provided me with what I needed when I didn’t even know I needed it.
Like the dinner she probably cooked without a seco
nd thought.
In any other scenario, I would’ve come home from that meeting and drank until I fell asleep. In any other scenario, I would’ve slept until lunchtime, then still had a beer before I put food in my stomach. In any other scenario, I would’ve hopped on my computer, hacked into another government-funded organization just for fun, then hopped back into bed until the club called on me again.
In one fell swoop, Gemma had filled holes in me she didn’t even realize, and that was something I wasn’t willing to give up just yet. Sure, I could plug her physical holes and make her cry out with ecstasy, but I wanted the chance to prove to her that I could be the man she’d always wanted me to be.
The man I knew she dreamt of, just like I dreamt about her.
But I also knew her brother would be an obstacle for us. I knew she would have to lie to Snake in the morning in order to explain where she was last night. And I couldn’t blame her. I made it very clear to her that it was my job to handle her brother. Not hers. It was my job to prove to her brother that I cared for her and could take care of her. Not the other way around. I knew Snake would hound her about where she’d been and why she didn’t come home, which meant I had to help her come up with something to tell him.
That was my responsibility to her-- my promise to her. To protect her from anything and everything until I had a chance to deal with it on my own.
My mind was swirling with things she could tell him until I could sit down and talk with him face-to-face, but I finally drifted off to sleep before I settled onto any one of them.
But the sound of someone knocking on the door jerked me awake.
Gemma was still sleeping against my chest, looking just as beautiful as she did last night. Her skin was glowing and her hair was tousled. Her lips were swollen and her even breaths made me smile. I placed a kiss to her forehead before I slid from between her arms, silently cursing whoever the fuck was knocking down my fucking door at eight in the morning.
I pulled on a pair of jeans and made my way for the door before I looked out to see who it was.
