“I had to catch up with someone. Don’t be so dramatic; you’re worst than a girl.” I laughed into the phone, heading to the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror. There the person I really was didn’t have to be hidden. The mask could come off, and the pain of my past could be exposed. It was like being able to rip a band-aide off without screaming out loud.
“Dude, you fucking ran. That’s cause for some bro’s before hoe’s shit. I mean, what the fuck were you doing?” He baited me. Nick was a great friend, but there was a lot of shit he didn’t know about me or my life. I kept myself hidden, because if I let people get too close, then they could hurt me.
I refused to give anyone unworthy of that, the power to hurt me. I ran a hand through my dark hair and looked at my reflection. My eyes were heavy, and my body was taut with pent up energy. I guess that’s what I got for refusing Mandy’s offer of sex.
“Talon, are you still there? All I hear is radio silence.” I rolled me eyes.
“I have to get ready to meet my dad for dinner,” I added, waiting impatiently for him to respond.
“Whatever, just call me when you get done.” I could hear the aggravation in his voice. I wanted to say something to him, to react to him, but that would give way to my caring nature, and I didn’t do that.
Instead, I pushed the thought and his anger to the back of my mind, turning on the shower to let the steam of the hot water fill the room. I leaned into the mirror; did Mia see me for me. The thought scared the fuck out of me. If she wasn’t giving into my advances after months of me chasing her, then there was a real reason. Either that or she actually wasn’t attracted to me.
I smirked to myself as I got in the shower. The chance of that was extremely unlikely. Everyone wanted a piece of Talon fuckin’ Reed. I was the God of pussy eating. I could make a girl come with a wink. My job was to satisfy the female population of Central Heights.
The hot water beat against my skin, washing away the smell of Mandy and the stress of the day. It didn’t matter how much I tried to think about someone else or something else. The second the soap hit my hands and I started to wash my body I was reaching for my cock, Mia being the first thing to come to mind. I couldn’t help myself as I leaned against the wall, pumping in and out of my hand, keeping my grip tight as a vice with every stroke.
“Fuck!!” I hissed out as my head leaned back against the tiles and my eyes drifted closed, a picture of Mia completely naked entering my mind. Her creamy white skin would be red from my assault against her body. The way her pink nipples would pucker as I blew against them softly.
Her soft moans would resonate throughout the room and push me to go harder inside of her. I continued to pump myself, my grip growing harder with every slide of my palm over the skin.
“Oh, Talon…” I could practically hear her voice in my head as if she was really here. It was with her voice that my release came, cum sputtering out of me. I stroked myself through the pleasure until I went limp in my hand, then I picked myself up and finished my shower.
There weren’t many girls that I had masturbated to in the shower nowadays, but Mia, damn it all to fucking hell she had been one. The girl had a hate hard on for me. Nothing I did was good in her eyes, and of course I wanted to screw her about twenty times more all because of that hate.
I rinsed off, shut the water off, and got out of the shower grabbing the nearest towel. I dried off and picked up my phone. I had a missed call from my dad, and looking at the time I could tell that I was late for dinner.
“Fuck a duck!” I growled, going to my closet and getting my clothes out. If anyone cared about being on time, it was my dad. He was going to throw a bitch fit. Great. I smirked. It was kind of worth it; after all, I got to spend more than five minutes in Mia’s presence without her hating me, even if it was inside my own head.
Scared of Nothing
I slipped into a dress and heels the second I made it to my mom’s house. I had to meet her at the Chop House in less than an hour, and I wasn’t ever good at being on time; that and it didn’t help that I couldn’t focus to save my life.
Even when I wanted nothing to do with Talon Reed, somehow he weaseled his way into my mind. I was seriously going to talk to Professor Hank about moving me, even if it let Talon know that he was finally starting to get to me. I grabbed my phone and purse off the marble island, my eyes sweeping to the microwave over the stove. I needed to get going.
I was just out the door and walking down the stone path to my Jeep when my phone started to ring. I huffed out a breath fishing it from the pocket of my dress, my mother’s name flashing across the screen. What could she possibly want other than to tell me to hurry up?
“Yes.” I made sure I sounded annoyed so that when she started to bitch about how long it was taking me then I could say if you didn’t call me I would already be there. What I got instead shocked me.