Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter Eighteen

Our lips met in an urgent frenzy. I threaded my hands though his hair; he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and pulled me closer. A moan escaped my lips. A deep growl left his that I felt down to my toes.

I had never been kissed with such desire and passion.

Talon’s hands fell from my waist and went to my thighs; slowly and talentedly, he ran his hands up, sending a shiver throughout my body. I was already wearing an easy access skirt, so I wasn’t surprised when they dipped under and his thumbs gently rubbed my pantyline.

A need surged through me, a need to rip our clothes away and have my wicked way with Talon once and for all.

Especially if he kept up this teasing torture.

“Talon,” I pleaded against his lips.

He smiled.

The ass.

His hands stilled, and then he whispered, “I won’t have you here, kitten. Not in an office; you deserve a bed that I can lay you out on and f*ck you until you scream my name over and over.”

I rested my forehead against his shoulder and sighed. “No,” I said frustrated.

Talon chuckled. “Whatd’ya mean no, babe?”

Straightening, I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. “This is happening tonight and right frigging now.”

“Kitten.” His eyes warmed as he ran the back of his hand down my cheek.

“Talon. I mean it. We are going to have sex—” I leaned forward and hissed, “Now!”

“Jesus, babe, you’re making this hard for me. I’m trying to be a f*ckin’ good guy here. You deserve care, time, and the right f*ckin’ place. I’m not takin’ advantage of you.”

“No, please advantage away on me, and you are a good guy; but if you don’t do the dirty with me right now, you’ll soon have a very pissed woman to deal with. We can take our sweet time another time and another place, with a bed and roses and songs. But right now, I want you to...f*ck me.”

His eyes flared, and from where I sat, something else flared in– surprise. On a growl, he lifted me in his arms and off the couch. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the desk where, with one hand, he swept all papers, the phone, and junk onto the floor to sit my butt on the edge.

“You want me to f*ck you, I will. Really, I’m more than happy to, but next time we do it, we’re gonna take our time so I can cherish every f*ckin’ part of your sweet body.”

I gulped, nodded, and grinned like a fool. “I’m up for that, honey.”

He closed his eyes and whispered, “Christ, I love hearing you call me that, kitten.” Upon opening his eyes, he reached between my legs that were still wrapped around his waist. He moved back, so they dropped as he slowly pulled my underwear down and threw them away. “I’d love to taste you right now, babe, but my woman wants me to f*ck her, so that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“Yippee,” I cheered.

Talon laughed, shook his head, and his eyes turned serious. I watched him, and could have dribbled as he popped the button on his jeans and slowly slid the zipper down.

“Jesus, kitten, you turn me the f*ck on just the way you watch me.” He licked his lips. “Are you ready for me, babe? Are you wet for me?” He ran a finger through my folds to see that, yes indeed, I was wet, ready, and waiting. I shivered as I watched him raise that finger, place it in his mouth, and suck my juices off, causing a moan from Talon and a groan from me.

“F*ckin’ beautiful,” he hissed, and then surged his hips forward. In one quick swoop, he was bedded deep inside of me.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. My head tipped back and my chest arched forward. I was in heaven. Happy birthday to me; happy birthday, and Christmas, and all the other holidays, to me.

“No, kitten, not God, just your man.” Talon smiled. I swiveled my hips and that smile fell from his face. He pulled out slowly and plunged back in. “Goddamn, kitten, you're so f*ckin’ tight and wet.”

After that comment, all hell broke loose. I grabbed Talon by the shoulders and pulled him forward so our lips met. As we kissed and bit, Talon pumped me hard and good, just the way I wanted it.

It was possible I would not be walking tomorrow, and at that point I did not care.

“Talon, oh God, Talon.” I groaned. It was building and it was a big one.

“Let it go, babe,” Talon growled at my neck.

“Talon.”

“Let it go.”

“H-honey.” I arched as my climax crashed over me, and I was sure I was going to black out. But I made myself focus and opened my eyes to see Talon still over and in me, pumping hard and watching me with hooded eyes. One, two, three pumps later, he groaned, swore, and collapsed on top of me.

“You’re gonna f*ckin’ kill me, babe, but it’ll be worth it.” He pulled back to look at me, smiling. “So hot, so wet, so tight. Never had it like that before, babe. You’re so f*ckin’ responsive; I’m never gonna wanna leave you or your p-ssy again.”

I giggled. “That’s okay, ‘cause me or my...yeah, are never going to want you to leave.”

I liked the way his eyes shone with more desire for me, until they turned teasing. “I f*cked you hard, you screamed my name, and you still can’t say p-ssy? Babe.”

“Shud’up and kiss me.”

He grinned and obliged.

“You need to get cleaned up, kitten. We got shit to talk about, once a-f*ckin-gain, then we gotta get home to the kids.”

I rolled my eyes, but did a happy dance on the inside, and then shoved him out of the way. “Yes, Talon.” I moved off to the door, picking up my underwear along the way.

“Well, shit, babe. If all I gotta do is f*ck you for you to be obedient, then be prepared to be on your back all the goddamn time.”

“Whatever,” I snapped. But smiled.

“Kitten—”

“Talon, honey. You want me to get cleaned so we can talk or what?”

“Bathroom’s right across the hall.” He smirked.

“I knew that.” Although I hadn’t, but he didn’t need to know that.

After I cleaned up, went back in the office, and had a make out session with Talon, he informed me one of his men had dropped Julian back at my house. Then he told me that Deanna had gone to bed in Griz’s room, as he dragged me down the hall past the main room I'd walked into when we arrived, which was now empty, and into what Talon called ‘the meetings room’. It was just as big as the main room. Two large tables sat in the middle, wooden kitchen chairs piled around it, and they were mostly filled with bikers. A bar—of course, another one—was to the back of the room. Some old arcade games and a ping-pong table—yes, apparently bikers played table tennis, giggle—sat at the other end of the room.

As soon as we’d entered, and the bikers noticed us, they started clapping, cheering, and swearing. One cheer caught my attention, “Christ, 'bout time you claimed all of her.”

Holy shit.

Had they heard, seen, or watched?

I knew my cheeks were flaming red, and I gripped Talon's hand tightly.

“H-how?” I whispered to Talon, but apparently, I hadn't said it low enough, because it was Blue who answered.

“Baby, Talon wouldn't walk in 'ere with a smile on his face after findin' out you'd been kidnapped. And you just confirmed what we guessed was happening.”

I was more than embarrassed; I was annoyed and pissed. “Oh. My. God. Shut up. Seriously? Right, from now on, no one talks about me and Talon in front of me and Talon—unless, that is, Talon wants guy time and I've pissed him off in some way and he needs to vent. But that's it. We do not—” I turned to Talon, glaring. “Talk about our private time to anyone. Well, except for me, of course. I mean, come on, that's a given; I'm a woman and we talk about this stuff...I think I'll shut up now.” I crossed my arms over my chest, stalked to the table, and plopped down in the chair at the end of the table while the room erupted in laughter.

“Shhhit, brother, where can I get me one of her?” Someone asked.

Talon, grinning like a fool, walked over, pulled me out of my chair, sat down, and then tugged me down onto his lap. I tried to move, but he wouldn't have it.

“She's one-of-a-kind, and what she says, goes. No one is to embarrass her like that again. 'Less you want to hear her rant once more.” Talon chuckled as I jabbed him in his side with my elbow.

Seconds later, all joking left Talon's body. He stiffened, and eying Blue, Griz, and Pick he asked, “Right, who wants to start with why the f*ck my woman was tasered, taken, and got free without me knowing about it?”

The whole room took on a tenser atmosphere, as if Talon was a lion and they were waiting for him to attack. Maybe that ‘Talon and Zara happy, fun time' hadn't sedated his...pissed-off-ness?

“Honey, can’t this wait 'til morning? I'm tired, and I'm sure all the fellas are as well. It's been a long night; can't we just go home?”

“No, kitten.”

I rolled my eyes, sighed, and looked heavenward.

“Well, don't blame me if I pass out from exhaustion and hit my head on the table, get a concussion and then have to go to hospital—”

“Babe.” Talon smiled when I looked down at him. “I'd catch'ya; your head would never touch the table.”

Oh, wasn't that sweet, but he was totally missing the point. I needed a bed and now.

“I'm spent. Being kidnapped, tasered, witnessing you tongue-bathing another woman, fighting, yelling, and mind-blowing sex can do that to a person.”

Hands slapping the table, laughter, chuckling, and shouting made me realize I had just said that aloud.

Holy crab cake.

With wide eyes, I looked down at Talon's satisfied face and uttered, “I said that out loud.”

“Yep.” He nodded, his eyes laughing.

“See?” I whined. “I'm tired. I need sleep, honey, and now. Plus, I want the kids to wake up with a parent home.”

“All right, babe.”

I grinned. “We're going home?” I asked, as the bikers around the table talked and joked amongst themselves.


“You are. I need to find out what happened. I can't have anyone think they can do that shit to my woman without payback —”

“Talon, please. It was a mistake. Don't do anything to Travis—”

“I might just visit him, kitten. But if I don't like what he says, then we're gonna have problems.”

“There won’t be a problem. He's nice; he's got a daughter, and we're going to catch up for coffee one day—”

“What the f*ck, babe?”

I sighed. “Don't worry, honey...hey, that rhymes—worry-honey.” I giggled to myself. Yep, I was way overtired now. “Anyway, you don't have to worry. He’s got a thing for Violet, and a history. So she'll be coming with me when we catch up, a-a-and, if you want to work things out with your sister, it may be good not to off the guy she likes.”

Talon shook his smiling face. “You make friends wherever you go, even after the guy f*ckin' kidnaps you. Babe, get your ass home for that sleep before the kids wake up.” He looked over my shoulder. “Pick, take Zara to my house.”

“Sure, boss,” Pick said, standing from the table, suddenly looking gloomy.

“Kitten, I need your mouth before you go; and don't worry...I won’t off the guy.”

“Thanks, honey.” I grinned and kissed my man.