Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter Three

Damn him and his hot alpha words. They'd gone and turned me into a horny puddle; right now all I could think about was having his sexy hand down my pants.

Shit! I'm staring at his hand. Look away, Zara, look away.

Was he right? Had this—us been a long time coming? All those morning glances, teasing words, and flaming, wild wet dreams.

Yep, I guess it had. But the thing was—it was too late. Now I had to leave, to stay safe and keep others protected.

Which could be good in the end for me, it'd also keep my heart in one piece.

I wanted to hurl, to just chuck my guts up. I wanted to cry, scream, and have sex.

Could anyone make sense of that? Because I couldn't.

My heart and stomach clenched.

Oh, God...my parents.

Maya.

Deanna.

Mattie.

Talon's hand.

Stuff it...that just popped in there, again.

I placed my head in my hands and shook it. What was wrong with me? Maybe I was losing my ever-lovin' mind. Yes. It was either that, or I was dreaming; if so, what a stuffed up dream!

"Kitten."

Nope. Not dreaming.

I peeked out of one eye, which brought me face to face with Talon's jean-clad perfect pecker.

Shit!

"You." I sat up straight and pointed at him. "You need to leave; you're a distraction and I need to have a break down."

Deanna snorted beside me. I'd forgotten she was there and that I had other company of scrum-diddly-umptious bikers.

How in the hell could there be so many good-looking men in Talon's club?

Wait, maybe he interviewed them, and when they walked in, he'd snap his fingers and say, 'Nuh- uh, you ain't smokin'; you can't join.'

See! See where my mind goes when there was too much pressure?

"Kitten," Talon said again with more of a growl.

God, I hope I hadn't looked like a zombie, off in a daze, thinking about Talon and his weird ways of men joining his group.

Deanna sighed loudly and said, "Oh, for f*ck’s sake! Leave her alone; she's had some big shocks in such a small amount of time, and her pea brain is trying to handle it. Also it doesn't help you standing there all manly, but whining at her like an old woman."

I loved Deanna!

So I told her just that, "I love you, Deanna."

She smiled. "Yeah, yeah. I'm all roses and chocolates, and vibrators about you too, hun."

"F*ckin' hell. It's like talking to two deranged children." Talon glared at the both of us, causing laughter from the male stripper group near the front door. Okay, not strippers, but a woman could easily dream up a lap dance from any or all of them.

"Hey," I snapped a little late.

"At least they're good looking," one of the strippers commented—bikers, Zara, bikers.

I really must meet them all one day. Hold up—one day could never come. At least I could be hospitable now.

I stood from the couch and faced them. "Sorry, guys. I should have asked this ages ago. Would anyone like a drink? Or, oh, what about a cookie? Everyone loves cookies. I can get more chairs too; I hate seeing people standing when I've been sitting my lard-ass down."

No one said anything; their gazes were fixed on Talon.


"We're fine."

I looked to Griz.

"Thanks," he added.

"Huh, I wouldn't have minded a cookie," the youngest and closest one uttered.

Well, at least I could make my brother more comfortable. I felt bad he'd been witness to all this.

I turned to Mattie, who was sitting in a kitchen chair near the doorway, looking very confused, a little shocked, and a lot worried. "Mattie, what can I get you? You must be hungry? When was the last time you ate? I know; I can go set up the spare room bed."

Because it seemed I wasn't going to be allowed to leave tonight.

Right! That was it. I stomped my foot because Mattie hadn't once looked at me; his gaze was also fixed on Talon.

I spun back around to Talon. “You suck!” With my hands on my hips, I glared at him.

He looked to the roof and sighed deeply. Probably praying for patience to deal with me. Well, suffer in your tighty-whitey jocks Talon.

There was a knock at the door. A squeak escaped me and I went to dive for the couch, until a hand reached out and pulled me to a rock solid, drool worthy, body. Talon wrapped his arms around me and nodded to...

“Pick, open it,” Talon ordered.

Pick? Pick? What kind of name was that?

Something to think about later.

Pick, with the shaved head, goatee, and pale blue eyes, nodded and turned to open the door.

I breathed a sigh of relief and unclenched my hands from Talon's black tee when I spotted Blue, the only other member I knew of Talon's men. He'd been kind enough to help me unload my car one day after I'd been crazy shopping with Deanna. He was the only other one I found it hard to not stare at. Anyone with a humming passage would cream their pants if Blue came at them with his large muscles, skin-tight shirts, black leather pants, and biker boots. To top the look off, he had longish blond hair, light green eyes, and a smile that made my panties want to fall off and follow him everywhere.

“What’s doing, Blue?” Talon asked.

“Cody.” That one word had Talon stiffen and suck in a breath.

A child around twelve with black scruffy hair and deep blue eyes popped his head around Blue and gave a wave. “Dad.”

What. The. Heck?

“What's goin' on, Cody?”

“Mum's busy, so I came here. Not here, but to your house, and Blue brought me here,” he said on a whisper. He seemed really shy, averting his eyes from Talon to the floor and back again.

“Shit!” Talon spat.

“Hey.” I slapped him on the stomach. “No swearing around kids. Hi, Cody.” I waved, smiled, and stepped around Talon. “I'm Zara; I live here with my six-year-old daughter, Maya. Only she's not home at the moment, but at her school for a sleepover.”

Blue gently guided him further into the house by a hand around his neck, and then shut the door.

“Can I get you anything, sweetheart? Would you like a cookie? A drink—”

“A chair,” Talon muttered. I glared over my shoulder at him as he smirked back. “We've been through this, kitten. No one wants anything.”

I watched Cody's expression change from puzzled to shock in a second when Talon called me kitten.

“Shush, Talon. Stop being so dang bossy.”

He laughed, wrapped his hand around my neck, and brought me nose-to-nose with him. “You know you like it,” he growled.

I pushed at his chest. “Whatever.” I sighed and rolled my eyes. Yeah, alright. I kinda liked it.

“We have shit to talk about, kitten—”

“Damn, I mean dang it, Talon. Stop swearing.”

“I've heard worse,” That whisper came from Cody. It was then I realized Talon and I were having our conversation still with our noses touching. I whacked his hands away and turned back to Cody.

But then quickly spun back to Talon, and on my own growl I said, “Yeah, Mister. We do have things to talk about, and one would be why the frig I'm just finding out now you have a son.”

Talon laughed and then whispered, “There are a lot of things we don't know about each other, kitten. I look forward to finding out each detail.” He scanned my body from top to bottom.

I shook my head, and felt the need to shake my soaking panties, but resisted and faced Cody once again.

“Now, where was I? Oh, yes. You may have heard worse, Cody, and if you hang out with Deanna for five seconds I'm sure you'll learn way more than any child should.” Laughter filled the room. “But the point is, sweetheart, in this house there is no swearing from anyone!”

Well, when children were around, that was.

“Okay, ma'am.”

Deanna burst out laughing.

“Cody, you can call me Zee. All my friends do.”

He gave me a half smile, and then stared at the floor.

Talon came to my side, one arm placed around my shoulder, and he leaned in and kissed my temple. “That'll do,” he whispered, which sent shivers down my spine. And with the hand that left my shoulders, he patted my behind and walked to his son, replacing Blue's hand with his own.

“Kitten, I'll be back. Griz, stay here. Boys, with me, now.” And with so many wonderful words–not–he walked to the front door, opened it, and left with all the boys, but Griz.

“Bye, Cody. It was nice meeting you,” I yelled before Blue winked at me and closed the door after him.

“Well, I'll be damned. What a f*cked up night,” Deanna said as she stood from the couch and stretched. I caught Griz taking it all in, but when he saw me looking, he went into the kitchen.

“Come on, Mattie,” Deanna said. “We'll sort out your bed in the spare room. And, Zee,” she came at me. I tensed, but she hugged me instead. “Get the f*ck into bed, hun. You look awful, I'll be in soon.”

I nodded into her shoulder. She knew me, she knew I wanted to just crash and burn. I needed my breakdown and she was giving me the opportunity for it. Before I did though, I walked over to a quiet Mattie and pulled him against me.

“I'm sorry. So, so sorry that it took this to bring us together again. I love you, Mattie, and I'm glad you're here.”

“So am I, sis, and they would be too. They’d be happy, darl’, to know you're being taken care of. Even if they are a bit full on.”

I laughed on a sob, kissed his cheek, and walked off to my room.

With the door closed, and without undressing, I fell to my bed and cried my soul out.

Sometime later, I was still in pieces when I heard the door open. I didn't bother looking up; I knew it would be Deanna. I heard shoes hit the floor, harder than Deanna would treat her precious pumps, but thought nothing of it until a solid, hard warmth hit my back. And not unless Deanna had morphed into a male, this definitely wasn't her.

“Jesus, kitten. I'm sorry, Zara. I should have been back sooner.” Talon's breath ran across my neck and then he kissed it.

His sweetness made me want to cry harder. “Don't. Be an ass. I can't handle you being nice.”

He laughed and pulled my back flush against his front. “Alright, kitten. Wanna f*ck?”

“Dick.”

“Wench.”

I giggled and snuggled in closer. “I'm scared, Talon.” So very scared and hurt.

“I know. But, as words spoken from Deanna, you ain't f*ckin' leavin',” he growled. “We'll get through this.”

And that was what also scared me—the ‘we'll’ part. He’d placed himself in there with me. Was I ready for that? Hell no.

But as sleep started to take me, I felt protected.

“Keep your perfect pecker to yourself.”

I heard another rumble of laughter before I drifted off.