Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter Six

“Alright, while my brother goes off to cool his jets, I need information. First, why are you so interested in running off half-baked? Which will probably get you into more trouble than before,” Violet asked, nearly looking as angry as Talon had.

“Someone would have followed Mattie. I need to get out of here before they show up, or dickhead gets here himself.”

“Not that she's sure Mattie was followed; if anything, they would have followed Julian,” Deanna said. “F*ck,” She uttered when she saw my wide eyes of worry.

“You're safer here than anywhere else in the world. Talon will go to great lengths to keep you that way. As you can see and have heard a million times, Zara, it's not only him; I'm sure Barbie would as well. Then you have me and the guys.”

I rolled my eyes. “That right there is why I have to go.”

“You're scared; that's all it is. You're not really thinking.”

I bounced down to the end of the bed, my flabby belly having a party with all the jiggling at the same time. It must have looked like a treat, but I was pissed. I got up and in Violet's face.

“Of course I'm scared,” I hissed. “If a man like that was after you, wouldn't you be? And I am thinking as straight as Talon in a gay bar.”

Julian chuckled behind me. “I'd like to see that.”

“Oh, no, no. In a gay stripper club,” Deanna added.

“Shh, you guys,” Mattie ordered.

Vi glared and said, “No. You. Aren't. If you were, you'd know that this was the right choice, here with us all. Not only the right choice for you, but for Maya. Think, Zara. If you're out there on your own, running for your life, what are you going to tell Maya? How are you really going to keep her safe? You'll be by yourself.”

I teetered back. “I...I don't know.”

“I understand the urge to run. I do. But it won't help. It's time to trust the people around you, to lean on them for help when they're so willing to do just that. No matter what may come of the situation.”

I gracefully–not–flopped back on the bed. Damn, she was right.

All I wanted was to run, to keep everyone safe, but I hadn't been thinking clearly. Maya was the highest priority, and it hadn’t dawned on me that she'd need more than just me to keep her protected from her cuckoo father. Even if the thought of having others involved in my stuffed-up situation still sent me into panic mode and wanting to sit in the corner sucking my thumb, I needed to stop, take a breath, and think.

I sat up straight and turned to Mattie. “You have to leave before things get ugly.”

“If,” Deanna said.

Mattie smiled. “We're family and I've only just gotten you back in my life—”

Julian interrupted, “Oh, my Gawd, I'm gonna cry. This is one of those Hallmark moments.” He sniffed.

Mattie rolled his eyes. “And I've had my fair share of ugly in my life, so I'm kind of used to it.”

“You better not be referring to me, sac-sucker.”

Deanna laughed. “I love that one, sac-sucker. I'm going to have to use it.”

“Make sure to use it on a straight guy. Lordy, that would be funny.”

Deanna turned to me. “So, you're staying?”

“Yeah.”

“You're a f*cking miracle worker, but I still don't like you.” Deanna glared at Violet.

“And you think I care.” She turned her bored gaze to Julian. “I have a question for you, though. How'd you know Mattie was here?”

“I'd overheard the convo' he'd had with that friend of his who saw Zara down this way. Knew Mattie would leave it for a while and wouldn't approach his sis, so I started to do a little homework myself. Knew my home girl had a little munchkin, and her name. Found the shit I was after on the World Wide Web.”

“And you didn't tell me because...”Mattie's wild eyes told me he was a little annoyed by the fact Julian hadn’t said anything.

“Oh, I knew one day you'd sneak off without telling me, on a mission to get to her and not tell her where you'd prefer your dick to lay every night. Of course, I knew if I showed up she'd love me, and in the end wouldn't judge you. Which is how it all worked out.”

“Still should have informed me,” Mattie mumbled.

“Your ex doesn't know anything about Maya, right?” Vi asked me as she moved away from the door.

“Yeah,” I said.

“That there is great news. He shouldn't be able to find you the way Veronica Mars here did.”

“Oh, I'll take that; Veronica is hot.” Julian clapped.

“So what do we do?”

My door swung open, revealing Warden; his eyes met Violet’s. “Done a sweep. Nothin' out there; your bro already has men on the lookout.” His eyes then fell on me. “Got his number from that wanker out there—”

“F*ck you,” Pick yelled from the front room.

“Rang your man; told him what you said—”

“Warden!” I yelled.

“On ya, dude.” Deanna laughed.

“Goodness.” Julian breathed.


“Shit,” Mattie uttered.

“He's on his way back.” Just as he said that, we heard the sexy rumble of the Harleys. My heart rate sky- rocketed, and I was ready to run and hide in my closet. But for some reason, I thought the people in the room would have told him where I was. The hairy-ass-rat-faces.

Quickly scooting back down to the end of the bed where Deanna and Julian were sitting, I placed myself in the middle. We all listened to the front door being opened, heavy footsteps coming down the hall, and then Warden moved away from the doorway as Talon filled it. I gulped and gripped Julian and Deanna's hands. Deanna snorted, let go of my hand, and moved from the bed.

“That's it; you are no longer my best friend. Let it be known I am now taking interviews to fill her spot,” I told the group.

She rolled her eyes at me. “Whatever.”

“Oh, oh. I'll take you up on that. I want a girl bestie, and I'll stand by your side, snookums.” Julian squeezed my hand. I grinned at him. Talon growled low in his throat. “O-o-or not. Later, gator.” Julian moved quickly from the bed, gave me an apologetic smile, and said to Mattie, “Come on, hun. I think Thor wants alone time.”

My arms went up in the air. “What the hell?” I cried and let my arms fall back down.

The bedroom door closed, Talon stood leaning against it watching me. I wondered if I'd start whistling and looking around the room, he'd get the hint I wasn't ready for any type of conversation. Or it could just make him unhappier, because he looked very...annoyed? Probably option two, so I refrained from whistling.

“So-o-o,” I said.

“Tell me what your mate said wasn't true?”

“Depends on what he told you.” I went for a sweet smile, raised eyebrows.

He glared. “That you'd f*ckin' think I'd leave you because of what had happened to you?”

Crap.

“Uh, maybe. But really, let's look at this.” I tapped my chin. “There isn't really anything to leave because we aren't really together.”

He stiffened. I gulped and sat straighter.

“Now isn't the time for f*ckin' games. I take a hike to cool my anger, because I just found out my woman-” he clipped, “- had been beaten and raped by her so called ex; and then some dick calls and informs me my woman is in her room looking scared shitless, and wondering if her man would think she's filth.” He took a step closer.

“What do I have to do to prove this is happening between us? I want this, and I know you want this, no matter what crap you spew.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Upon opening them he said, “You need me to claim your body now; is that it? If I have my dick in you, will you get that this is happening between us?” With one swoop, he removed his tee and threw it to the floor.

I tried to back up into the headboard of my bed. Waving my arms out in from of me, I perved, drooled, and yelled, “Whoa, hold up there. W-what are you doing?” Oh my God, I've died and gone to bad-boy heaven.

A thought of David advancing on me like Talon was, flashed through my mind.

A normal person could have been petrified in this type of situation. But I wasn't. I had also watched and listened to Talon for many years. I knew he talked rough, and his actions screamed scary badass biker, but I also knew he treated women with care. No matter what he said, what he implied or had done, he would never hurt me physically or mentally.

“Proving to you that I want you. That no matter what your past is, I still want your hot body. You f*ckin' drive me insane, kitten. No one else would I let do that to me. No one, kitten, but you.” He was at the end of the bed now. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when he popped the button on his jeans.

My heart pounded against my chest. Every word, rude or not, warmed me throughout.

Still, I stuttered through my nerves, “W-wait. Holy hell—uh, wait. Put your tee on for a sec—” I covered my eyes with a hand.

“Holy shit, he's got his top off,” Julian gasped behind my bedroom door.

“F*ck, that guy moves fast,” Deanna said.

“What are you two doing?” Mattie fake-whispered. The door rattled.

“I just want to see,” Julian whined.

“See?” I moved my hand and pointed to the door. “We have an audience.”

“Everyone better f*ck off before I kill them all.”

“I think he's serious,” Julian said.

“We're not waiting around to find out,” Mattie said.

“F*ck it,” Deanna complained.

Talon knelt on the end of the bed. The sight of him, of his muscles flexing, sent a zing to the right spot.

Still, I said, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up there, slugger. I can't perform now thinking of them out there.”

What was wrong with me; why was I stopping this? Scared. Not of him though, of me, of falling into what he had me feeling already.

“It's fine, kitten. I'll do all the work. This time.”

“Wait! What's the time?” I looked over to my alarm clock on my bedside table. “Oh, look-see, it's two. I have to pick Maya up from school soon. We'll-uh, have to get back to this another time.” I nodded.

“We'll be quick.” He gave me a small smile and a wink.

“No. I-uh, have a headache,” I said, rubbing at my forehead.

“I'll make it better.” He smirked, grabbed my ankles, and pulled me so I was flat on my back.

“Hang on. Goddamn it, Talon. Wait.” I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him as he spread my willing legs, the hussy traitors, and moved to kneel in between them. “I just realized I'm still shitty with you.”

“You'll get over it.” His hands went to each side at my waist.

“Talon. We need to talk,” I breathed as he made his way up my body until he was leaning over me. His strong arms blocked my head in, with his crotch resting against mine and my drenched panties. I closed my eyes and prayed for some resistance. It was so flipping hard! The resistance and him.

Yum.

I opened my eyes. God, he was gorgeous.

“You have a son?”

He closed his own eyes and cursed. “Really, you want to do this now, kitten?”

“Yep,” I whispered.

No! My naughty bits screamed.

He thrust his hardness into the right spot. “Oh, hell,” I moaned and wished my clothes and his would vanish.

“Just tell me one thing before I give in to you,” he whispered.

“Um. Okay.” I nodded.

“You want this, between me and you?”

Shit.

“Uh...Oh.” He thrust against me again.

Damn it, clothes, begone!

“Tell me, kitten,” he said and kissed my temple. “Tell me,” he ordered and kissed my nose.

Dear God.

“Oh, all right.” I sighed. He smiled a smile of pure satisfaction. The prick. And then rolled to my side, bringing me flush against him.

“What do you want to know about Cody?”

Okay, clothes, you can stay. “Everything,” I uttered. Like, who the heck was his mum, and were you still seeing her?

“He's a smart kid, quiet, but I think he'll grow outta that soon. His mum and I don't have the best relationship. We used to; we were wild together.”

A pang of jealousy hit me.

He picked up a strand of my hair and tugged it gently. Then scoffed and said, “Then she turned into a bitch. She had friends and family that saw themselves as better than anyone else. And eventually, taught her I was scum. After Cody was born, she left; said she didn't want him growin' up around me and the way I live. Funny thing though, she used to live this way as well and loved it. So now she's livin' the high, fancy f*cked life with her new man.”

I shouldn't have asked. To me it sounded as though he still had feelings for her. It hurt.

I cleared my throat. “Uh, what did Cody mean last night, that she was busy?”

“They had some friends over. Cody hates it. They always want him locked in his f*ckin' room. I'm sure he came over just to piss her off. Can't say I blame him.”

Poor Cody.

“It seemed to me he'd like to stay with you.”

He went up onto one elbow and looked down at me. “And I'd have him. But she won't have it. I've tried. I fought her, been through the courts. They always take one f*ckin' look at me and say 'hell no'.” He took my hand in his, fingers entwined.

“Um, are you still getting weekends with him?”

He nodded. “Every second. This one comin'.”

“Good. I'd like to get to know him.”

Something flared in his eyes as he looked at me. I liked what I saw, but I couldn't trust it. He still loved his ex. The mother of his child.

“He and I would f*ckin' love that. Now—” He looked over his shoulder to the clock. “We still got time, kitten, to fool around.”

“Uh, no.”

He arched one brow. Am I the only loser who can't do that? “Kitten,” he whispered.

“This, uh, shouldn't happen between us.”

“Christ. What is going on now? You'd just said you're—”

“Wait. That wasn't me talking; that was...ah, my...um, fandola.”

“You're f*ckin' what?”

“You know. My—” with my eyes I gestured to my privates, “—down there.”

He smiled, and then burst out laughing. “F*ck me. You can't even say p-ssy, vagina, cu-”

I jumped him and placed my hand over his mouth. Which brought me to lie across him. His arm tightened around my waist. “No. That word is not to be used in this house.” I glared.

He grinned behind my hand, his eyes turning warm.

“And anyway, we can't have anything between us when you still love your ex.”

Shit, shit, shit. I shouldn't have said that. His eyes turned hard and scary. I thanked the high heaven when his phone chose that moment to ring. He sat up; I landed back on the bed.

“What?” he hissed. “Right.” He hung up and turned toward me, leaning down so our noses just touched.

Damn it, I should have taken that time to bolt for the door.

“I don't know where you got that f*cked up idea in your head, but it had better be gone when I get back.”

“Um.”

“No. No ‘um’; I do not still love that bitch. If I did, I wouldn't be pursuing you so I could have your nice piece of ass in my bed. I don't play games, kitten. Now, kiss me.”

“Huh?”

“Kiss me, kitten. I have to go deal with shit.”

“Uh, I have to go get Maya.”

“I know that. So f*ckin' hurry up and kiss me and I'll see you tonight for dinner.”

“What?”

“Dinner, I assume you eat it. I'll be over 'bout six.”

“But Maya will be here.”

“I also know that, babe. She’s gotta get used to the idea of us two; may as well start tonight, and then she can meet Cody when I get him tomorrow after school.”

“But—”

“F*ck it, you're takin' too long.” Then he kissed me a toe-curling, pantie-dripping, tongue-bathing kiss. He pulled back and leaned his forehead against mine. “I reckon you'll be worth it. See ya tonight, kitten.” And then he left.

What in the hell just happened?