Page 86 of Talon (Road Rebels MC 2)
I sat her on the edge of my bed before I dipped into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Without a word, I started drawing her a bath. She was shaking up a storm, and I had to get her to calm down. I was worried someone had come by to talk with her. Had found her at my house and attempted to intimidate her back into the group. Maybe some other people in another black sedan or some shit had come snooping around and scared her. Or maybe someone looking for her had found her.
I poured some hand soap into the bath, trying to get her some bubbles that might soothe her before I went back into my bedroom. Her crying had stopped, and she was trying to clean up her nose, but her body was still shaking up a storm.
“Did someone come by the house?” I asked.
“No,” she said breathlessly.
“Would you tell me if someone had?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, nodding.
“Let’s get you in a bath.”
I watched her stand, but her hands were shaking so bad she couldn’t grab her clothes. I walked over to her and slowly peeled her robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. She was still in my shirt, which meant she hadn’t attempted to clean herself up. There was only one time in my life I’d ever seen Sydney not take care of herself.
And it was when I tried to get her to shower the night her father died.
“Hey, hey, hey. Look at me.”
She took a deep breath and raised her beautiful blue eyes up to greet mine. I ran my knuckles over her cheek, wiping away her tears while she tried to breathe through her nose. I wrapped my other hand into my white shirt and held it to her nose, nodding for her to blow as she dumped her face full of snot into the fabric of my clothes.
“It’s gonna be all right. No one’s gonna find you here. Not The Road Rebels. Not the DEA. Not the Iron Souls, okay?”
She nodded, but I could tell she still didn’t believe me. I shrugged my leather jacket off and tossed it onto the bed behind her while the tub continued to fill. I pulled my white shirt off and tossed it into the hamper, and immediately I felt her hands rush to my chest. She was so cold, her hands still shaking as her fingertips danced along the ridges of my muscles.
That was one thing that was definitely different about my body from the last time I’d seen her all those years ago.
“There’s no need to panic,” I said as I cupped her face. “Look at me.”
Her breathing finally evened out as my hands smoothed down her neck. My rough pads graced her stomach, as I pushed my shirt up off over her arms. Her hands fell to her sides as the fabric slipped from her body, revealing to me every since crevice I wanted to stick my tongue into.
“I just spiraled,” she said as her chest heaved.
“About what?” I asked as I guided her into the bathroom.
“My father. It just… hit me like a ton of bricks. That night. The blood. It was just… in my lap all of a sudden.”
“What happened after that?” I asked. “Where were you?”
“Outside with Emery,” she said breathlessly as I helped her into the tub. “I tried to control it. To latch onto her laughter. But she stopped and just stared at me, and I spiraled.”
“How often does this happen?” I asked as I cut off the water.
“Not often,” she said, sighing. “But it’s usually a dream I wake up from. It’s never happened while I’ve been awake.”
“What never happens?” I asked as I stood.
“The blood everywhere. I see it. It’s like it’s there. Actually there. Usually, I wake up from a dream, and it’s everywhere, and I can blink it away. But it didn’t happen like that this time.”
She was dealing with PTSD from that night. We all were, really. Mine always happened in dreams, however. I never had anything happen to me in the middle of the day, unless I was taking a nap or some shit. She stretched her legs, groaning with the tension she was trying to release. I stepped out of my jeans and boxers, kicking them off to the side as her eyes slowly looked over at me.
I couldn’t help but smirk as her eyes stopped at my cock.
“Lean up,” I said.
She leaned her body forward, and I slowly slipped into the tub with her. It was a little cramped, but she curled into me like I knew she would. My hand cupped the warm, soapy water and I poured it over her shoulder. I watched her shiver with relaxation as her body finally unlocked, the tremors leaving her fingertips as she sighed into the crook of my neck.
She smelled different than she did six years ago, but somehow her scent was still comforting.
“Holy hell I miss him,” she whispered into my neck.
“I know you do. I miss them, too. Both of them.”
“When am I gonna get over this?” she asked.
“Probably never. Lots of us still struggle with it. Don’t sleep well. That kinda thing.”
“Do you struggle with your sleep?” she asked.
“Sometimes. It’s not as bad as it used to be. And it’s never happened to me during the day like it just did with you.”
“Does that mean it’s getting worse?”
“I don’t know. I know a few people who had it during the day and not at night at all. A couple of them had to leave the group. Couldn’t tolerate riding with us anymore.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
“It happens. It comes with the life, I guess. I can see why you want to keep Emery from it.”
A silence descended over us as she turned her back and pressed it into my chest.
“She should know who her father is,” Sydney said.
“I agree,” I said.
“No, I mean… I think we should tell her.”
“How do you want to approach that?” I asked.
“I don’t know, honestly. But, I wanted you to know where I stood with that. I do eventually want to tell her who you are.”
“Thank you, because I’d like to be a part of her life. I’ve already missed so much of it…”
I heard her sniffle, and I automatically wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her shoulders as she started shivering again, and I immediately felt like an asshole.
“No, no, no. That wasn’t to make you cry. I’m sorry, all right?” I asked.
“I just feel terrible,” she said. “All I’ve ever tried to do was protect Emery, and it seems that all I’ve done is fucked things up.”
“You’ve done a wonderful job raisin’ that little girl. She’s smart and strong. She’s wild and free. She reminds me a lot of you when we were younger,” I said.
“Funny. I thought she reminded me a lot of you.”
We sat there for awhile and allowed the bubbles to pop against our skin. My arms were draped around her, feeling her tits bounce against my skin as I pulled her closer to me. My fingers began circling her nipple, feeling it pucker underneath my touch as she sighed lightly. She relaxed into the strength of my body as I tweaked her nipple, my lips ghosting up her neck while my nose tickled her pulse point.
I felt her hips rock back into me, my cock growing at the friction.
I nipped just underneath her ear, feeling her jump in my arms. My free hand slowly fluttered down her side, reveling in her soft wet skin as I cupped the excess sitting behind her belly button. Gone was the smooth, toned stomach I knew her to have, and what had replaced it was the proof of the child she had carried inside her body.
My child, who was napping peacefully downstairs.
I bit my teeth down into her collarbone as she groaned. Her legs parted effortlessly for me, her hips bucking to find the friction she wanted to desperately. I ground my cock into her back, feeling her muscles tense as the softness of her skin massaged my dick.
My fingertips crept down her leg, massaging the excess of her thighs before they slowly made their way to her pulsing pussy lips.
“Hawk,” she said breathlessly. “Please.”
Without another word, my thick fingers slid between her folds. Her silken juices flooded
my hand, repelling the water away from my skin as it greedily attached to my fingers. I slid them inside of her, feeling her squirm against me as her back continued to massage my cock.
I felt my balls sinking lower and lower to the floor of the tub as they filled with cum her skin was begging for.
I held her tightly to me as my fingertips continued to play with her breasts. Her head lobbed back onto my shoulder, exposing her neck to me as I drew a patch of skin between my teeth. The way her legs shook, the way her body pressed deeply into mine, it pulled a groan from between my lips as I slid my fingertips up to find that beautiful little nub.
