Talon (Uncompromising #1)(21)

Her soft kisses traced across my neck then she pulled my ear between her teeth. Desire, sharp and painful, shot through my veins and all my blood rushed straight to my dick.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

I grabbed behind her knees and pulled. Her chest hit mine and I slammed my mouth over hers.

Jasmine, soap and the scent of women erased all common sense. She tasted like sweet perfection. I drove my tongue deep and fed off her desperation, letting it mingle with mine into a shit storm. Cupping her ass, thrusting against her heat, I stood. She clung to me like she needed only what I could offer and it turned me the fuck on like nothing else. I walked her into my bedroom and gently laid her on my bed.

Shoving her shirt up to her neck, running my tongue over her flat stomach, I tasted every inch of her perfect little body I’d been fantasizing about. I trailed kisses up to her breasts, pulled one of her tight nipples into my mouth and her back arched off the bed.

Fuck yeah.

I palmed her other breast and bit down on her nipple just hard enough. Swirling my tongue over the sting, I pushed her good leg with my knee, brought my hips down on hers and rocked forward.

“Talon,” she cried out.

My eyes shut and for a single heartbeat, everything about this felt so fucking right. Until her wrist brace scratched down my back.

I pushed up on my elbows. “You’re hurt.”

She caught my face and brought her lips to mine.

God help me, I didn’t stop her.

She kissed me, gentle and sweet. With every stroke of her hesitant tongue, a brand of innocence I’d never felt before washed over me like a drug. My hands threaded through the silk of her hair and for once, I let a woman take the lead.

Soft lips, warm breath, innocent desire…I was lost. She sunk into my mind like the beginning of a memory that had no end.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered.

Fuck. Fuck. I pushed off her and rolled to my back. “Tell you what.” I struggled to make my voice even. “When those stitches come out, you let me know if you still feel the same way.” I knew I was doing the right thing. Goddamn it, I was. She didn’t deserve to be a rotation girl and I didn’t want the mind-fuck being inside her would cause me. Inhaling, I stood. “I’m goin’ to shower.”

“Did I do something wrong?” She pulled her shirt down.

“No.” Seeing her lips wet from my kiss and her hair splayed across my pillow, I fought for control. “This is me not takin’ advantage of you.” Jesus, she looked beautiful in my bed. What the fuck was wrong with me?

Heat colored her cheeks and she started to get up.

I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned over and braced my hands on either side of her, forcing her to lie back down. “Stay.” I touched my lips to the side of her neck. “Get some sleep. I’m gonna shower and go to the shop. I’ll come back at lunch and we’ll grab some food.”

Her voice went quiet and her tone turned submissive. “Stay here…in your bed?”

I practically growled. “Yes. In my bed.” Where I wanted her to fucking belong. I pushed up and stepped back before I did something I couldn’t walk away from. Pausing at the bathroom door, I turned. “And Siren?”

“Yes?”

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”





I WALKED INTO THE SHOP fifteen minutes before opening.

Kendall was already there. “Where’s the patient?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I headed to my office.

“Weeelll, seeing as she didn’t go home to Daddy last night, I’m assuming she’s all safe and snuggly in Mr. Hero’s bed?”

“You’re fucked-up, you know that?” Already in a piss-ass mood, I didn’t feel like verbally sparring with her. “Don’t you have shit to do?” I leafed through the open orders for custom surfboards on my desk. I was behind as fuck.

“Oh, cranky. Somebody didn’t get any.”

I whipped my head up and glared at her. “Do you know what it feels like when a knife slices through your flesh and sinks into a muscle?”

Her eyes almost went wide. “He stabbed her?”

“I’m only gonna say this once, so listen up. Nic is off-limits. I’ve put up with your bullshit for two years but it fuckin’ stops here. You don’t ask me about her, you don’t speak about her and you sure as shit don’t mention her to Candle or any other biker you hang out with. When you see her, you’re fuckin’ civil. You hear me?”

“I wasn’t—”

I held my hand up. “We’re done, Kendall. We’re not friends. We’re not acquaintances. You wanna work here? Fix your attitude, answer the goddamn phone properly and be fuckin’ nice to customers. You got a problem with that, walk right now.”