Wild Ride (Wind Dragons MC #4.5)(24)
“What the f*ck do you think I’m going to do to her?” I ask, feeling offended. “I’m crazy about her! I don’t have a trail of heartbroken women in my wake like you do, Rake, so don’t be a f*ckin’ hypocrite. I don’t f*ck around like you did; I don’t do half the shit you did. I’m not innocent, but I’m not an * either, and I’m not going to lose Tia when we just f*ckin’ got together. Instead of thinking about how Bailey’s feelings are going to be affected, why don’t you think about Tia’s? Because I know I can make her happy, and you’re just making her feel like shit.”
Rake’s jaw goes tight at that.
“I haven’t actually done anything to you, Rake,” I say, trying to keep my tone emotionless. “I know you’re angry, or hurt or whatever, and you’re directing it at me because your father is dead and I’m not, but f*ck. I’ve never done anything to you.”
This is the first time we’ve ever spoken about this, ever. I know this is the reason he hates me. He can claim it’s because I’m a part of the Wild Men, or whatever else he wants to believe, but we both know that’s not true.
If it weren’t for Tia, we probably would have stayed quiet about this for the rest of our lives, because we aren’t the type of men to talk about our feelings or to admit weakness. Rake would have hated me more and more as time went on probably, but I hope that we can change things. Not be friends, exactly, but I just want him to let this go, for everyone’s sake.
Sin leaves the room, returning to the bar, and closing the door behind him.
“Do you love her?” he asks in a low tone, studying me intently.
I swallow hard. It’s too early to be saying those words, but I think I feel them. “She’s mine.”
He nods once, like he understands, and he probably does. “Okay. I’ll get off your back, Talon. Make her happy. If you screw her over, I’ll be the first in line to f*ck you up though.”
“Noted,” I reply back, offering him my hand.
He pauses for an uncomfortably long second, then takes it.
“I went to the store and this young guy stopped me to tell me that ‘my eyebrow game is strong,’?” Tia says, unloading the groceries onto the table. “Is that the new line to pick up chicks?”
“Great, now I can’t even send you to the store alone,” I tease, moving to help her unpack. “I don’t know what the new pickup lines are. I don’t need lines.”
“Yeah, you just stand there and look pretty,” she says, winking at me. “Worked on me, didn’t it?”
I laugh and wrap her in my arms from behind. “That’s not what happened. We chatted over a few drinks, and then you kissed me.”
“And then you avoided me.”
“Because I knew you were different,” I say, moving her hair off her neck and placing a kiss there. “And I didn’t think I was ready. But timing waits for no one.”
“Well, I for one am glad you decided to give in,” she murmurs, leaning her neck to give me more access. “Or we wouldn’t be here right now, alone in my kitchen, me wishing you’d throw me across the table and have your way with me.”
I smile against her soft, smooth skin. She turns around and grips the opening of my cut with both of her hands, then removes it and pushes it to the floor. I’m left in a white T-shirt, jeans, and my biker boots, and it takes too long to remove all of those, so I simply spin her back around, bend her over the table and lift up her white dress, exposing her white lace panties. I undo my jeans, push them down far enough, my boxers with them, and then pull my hard cock out. I run it along her ass, before pushing her panties to the side and pressing it against the opening of her *.
“Am I going to find you wet?” I ask her, biting gently on her earlobe.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire. “Fuck me, please, Talon.”
I love it when she begs.
I slide my finger inside her, finding her more than ready for me. “Good girl.”
I reach my arm out to play with her breasts and kiss her neck again, wanting her to be even more turned on. I want her at the point where she can’t think about anything else except my cock inside of her, my mouth on her, only the pleasure that I can give her.
“Talon,” she says, “Please.”
I pinch her nipple, then remove my hand, sliding my cock into her slowly. She feels amazing every single time, so hot, wet, and tight. Like she was made for me. I push her down so her breasts are pressed against the table, then start to f*ck her, slow and deep, and so f*ckin’ good that I never want to leave her body. The sounds she makes . . . she moans each time I thrust into her, gripping onto the far side of the table with her hands, holding on for dear life as she pushes back against me with her hips. I reach down to play with her clit, wanting her to come soon because I don’t think I’m going to last that long. I know when she’s about to come, because I can feel it, her tightening around me, her thighs trembling, and the almost desperate sounds that come from her lips.
“Holy f*cking shit!” I look up to see Bailey standing there, a horrified expression on her face. She covers her face with her hands, going bright red, and mutters, “The door was unlocked, oh my god, I’m so sorry, I’m just going to go die now. Please don’t stop on my account.”