Authors: Lila Rose
“Talon,”
I mumbled around his lips, trying to shove him back. Unfortunately, well, not
really, but still, yes unfortunately, when I spoke, it gave Talon's tongue the
chance to sneak in. As soon as it hit mine, I melted on a moan of
abso-freakin'-lute pleasure. My abdomen clenched, and my nether region
quivered. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave back as good as I was
getting. In return, I received a groan. He picked me up, stepped inside, and
kicked the front door closed.
Holy crap, Talon's kissing me. ME. God, he is good. Wait, why is he
kissing me? ME?
“Hot
damn. I need some popcorn for this,” I heard my best friend say.
I
pulled away; my arms dropped and he let me step back. Both of us were breathing
hard. I took another step back, looked over Talon’s shoulder, and found Deanna
with a huge smile, standing at the front door she'd opened.
“Girl,
you said he was fine, but you didn't say he was fucking F.I.N.E.”
Talon
raised his eyebrows at me and turned to face Deanna. In all his tight jeans and
white tee glory.
“I-
I've never said anything,” I muttered.
“Hey,
Talon. I'm Deanna, Zara's best mate. I've been waiting for a glance of you for
two fucking years. Oh, and I'm the one who will whip out some whoop-ass on you
if you fuck her over. Biker dude or not,” she said with the most pleasant tone,
and smiled sweetly at the end.
Talon
surprisingly didn't laugh. He looked her over and looked back at me. I knew
what was running through his mind. Deanna and I were complete opposites. I was
on the short side, had curves and lightly tanned skin, from my Mexican
background. I was sure Talon had the same sort of mix in his blood, only his
skin was a little more like cocoa with a dollop of milk.
Anyway,
back on track. I had long, wavy, dark brown hair, and dark, forest green eyes.
Deanna was tall, thin, and was lucky enough to be bestowed with a great rack.
She had blonde hair, sky blue eyes, and freckles upon her nose to make her look
that much cuter. Whenever anyone heard her over the phone without seeing her,
they always thought she was a black chick with 'tude. It was all a front, of
course. We'd both been though our own personal hell. We were just lucky to have
found each other at the end.
“Nice
to meet you, Deanna; and you have nothing to worry about.”
What does that mean?
Deanna
glared at him and then smiled. I felt, for a second, a pang of jealousy. Her
smile has been the end of many men over the years, and right now, in her black
pants and hugging tee that read 'watch'em bounce', she looked great.
“I
better not. Alrighty, wait 'til I get some popcorn and you two can continue
what you were doing.” She clapped her hands together.
“Uh,
no. We can't. That-nuh-uh,” I shook my head, “shouldn't have happened.”
Talon
turned to me and said calmly, “It's been a hell of a long time coming.”
“Wh-what?”
I shook my head again.
“Come
on, Zara, give the shmuck a chance.Then at least if it doesn't work out I get
to kick his bad-boy-biker ass. A cute one at that; right again, lovey.” She
nodded at me.
I
glared at my
ex
-best friend. “I have never said anything about his
behind. Deanna, dovey, a word in the kitchen.” I gestured with my head. Then I
looked to Talon. “Uh, maybe you should go.”
“I
think I'll stay, kitten.” He grinned and made his way to the couch. He sat down
and propped his feet up on my chest (the wooden one) and turned on the TV.
I
pulled the smiling Deanna down the hall, into my bedroom, and closed the door.
Then I frantically got changed into jeans and a tee. Talon had already seen me
in my PJ's once, and that was once too many.
I
spun to Deanna, put my hands on my hips, and glowered at her as she sat on my
bed grinning.
“Oh,
don't start. You need to live a little, girl. And I think biker boy can help
you along the way.”
“Deanna,”
I hissed, “I see nothing but danger with him around; and for God's sake I am
nowhere near his type. Look at me,” I said, waving my hands up and down.
“And?”
Deanna asked while looking at me like I was a loon.
“I
have hips, I have a pudding belly, and I have dark brown hair. Not blonde and
skinny, like he's always with and...Jesus, what the hell am I explaining myself
for? There's danger all around him. Danger, Deanna. I can't go back to that.
You'd have a better chance with him. Not that I want one.”
She
ignored my last statement. “You sound like that fucked up robot off...shit,
what's that show you like?”
“
Lost
in Space
.”
“That’s
it. Zee, hun, you don't know that. Sure he's a badass, but he ain't nothing
like that other jerk-off. Nothing.”
I
threw my hands up in the air. “
You
don't know that. I have to think of
Maya. She's my number one priority.”
“What
about you, though? When will you let yourself be happy?”
“I'll
wait till Maya's twenty. Then I can think about myself,” I said and crossed my
arms over my chest.
“I
bet—” Deanna was cut off by a knock on the front door.
I
looked to Deanna and raised my eyebrows. I didn't know why; maybe I thought she
magically knew who was at the front door. She shrugged her shoulders, and then
we both heard.
“Who
the fuck are you?” Talon growled.
We
bolted from my bedroom and ran down the hall.We somewhat got stuck in the hall
doorway together until I managed to squeeze through before her. I looked over
my shoulder, about to poke my tongue out as if to say 'Neener, neener, I got
through first', only to stop when I saw Deanna raise her hand to cover her
grin.
I
focused my eyes on who was at the front door.
Oh, hell.
“Um,
hi, Michael.” I waved over Talon's shoulder because he hadn't moved from the
doorway. He still held the door with one hand as if he was ready to shut it on
Maya's teacher from last year’s face.
“Hi,
Zara.” Michael smiled.
“What
are you doing here?” I asked, and tried to open the door wider to get it from
Talon's grip. But he wouldn't budge, so I gave up.
Michael
produced a bunch of wild flowers from behind his back. “I saw these and thought
of you.”
“She
don't want them,” Talon said.
“Talon!”
I scolded.
“And
who are you?” Michael asked.
“Her
man.”
I
coughed and sputtered. “Ah, no you're not.”
“Hot
damn,” I heard in the background from Deanna.
“Yes.
I am.” He turned to me, his form taking up my view of outside and Michael.
I
put my hands on my hips. “Since when?” I glared.
“Kitten,”
he smiled. “Since I stuck my tongue down your throat and you curled your body
around mine, moaning for more.”
I
was sure my eyes popped out of my head and walked off, then skipped with my
heart down the path.
“Hot-double-damn!”
Deanna laughed. “You'll have to give her a minute. Sorry, Mike. I think you're
about ten seconds too late.”
Talon
shut the door in his face. Which broke me out of my trance.
“Goddamn
it, Talon. That was rude. And I am not your woman!” I opened the door and
stomped down the front steps after a retreating Michael.
“Michael,
I'm so sorry about that Neanderthal. That was very sweet of you to bring me
flowers.” Though, I didn't understand why he had since I'd told him 'no' fifty
times already when he'd asked me out.
“Don't
ever do it again,” Talon warned from the front porch.
I
glared up at him. He winked and smiled down at me.
“I
can see I've come at the wrong time. Maybe I should come back?” Michael asked.
“Uh...”
was my response.
“No,”
came from Talon.
“I
wouldn't bother,” from Deanna.
I
turned to them and sliced across my neck with my finger. Really, I was prepared
to kill the both of them.
Spinning
back to Michael, I smiled. “I'm sorry, Michael, but right now, at this time,
I'm not ready for anything—”
A
scoff came from Talon.
I
continued, “The thought was very sweet, and I think you're a great guy—” God I
hated doing this; I always felt bad. Especially with a guy, who was still
holding flowers for me. “And you never know, maybe in the future—”
“Try
never,” Talon growled.
“Ever.”
Deanna giggled.
I
winced; what was with the running commentary from the loco-train people?
“Sorry, Michael.”
“That's
okay, Zara. I'll come back in a couple of weeks, see how things are.”
I
stopped myself from rolling my eyes.
Is that the future?
“You
come back, I'll kill you.” Talon started moving from the front porch towards
us. I quickly ushered Michael out the front gate and closed it.
“Everything
okay, boss?” Griz asked. Griz was short for Grizzly. He's built like a bear, in
a cuddly sort of way. Not that he had a belly; he didn't. He was just tall,
with very wide shoulders, arms, and legs. Griz was stalking across the street
toward us. Two others, whom I hadn't met, were standing on the other side of
the road, legs apart, arms folded across their chests, looking menacing. I'd
only met Griz because he helped me one day when I was attacking my lawn mower
with a sledgehammer when it wouldn't start. He jogged across with an amused expression
and asked, “Can I help, lady?” I let him, of course, or I'd be in jail right
now for murder. I would have found a gun somehow.
I
saw Michael studying Griz; he was in his full motorcycle ensemble, including
his black leather vest with a Hawks patch sewn onto it, their club’s name.
“Y-y-you're
a member of Hawks,” Michael stuttered.
Griz
stopped beside Michael and stared down at him. “Yeah, what of it?” He snapped.
“N-nothing.”
Michael turned back to Talon. “He, he called you boss.”
Talon
grinned his wicked grin and I grabbed the fence for support as Talon said,
“Heard that did ya?”
“Um.”
He looked to the ground. “Zara, I don't think I'll be back. Bye.” He quickly
marched off to his car. I was surprised his car didn't fly off squealing down
the road.
Damn.
He took my flowers with him.
Deanna
burst out laughing and walked toward us.
I
sighed and ignored Talon's close presence beside me. Instead, I turned my
attention to Griz. “Hi, Griz. How's things?” He looked from me to Talon and
then back.
“Great,
Wildcat; and you?” he smirked.
“Fine.”
I rolled my eyes and watched behind him as the other two bikers disappeared
into the compound.
“Now
that's what I call entertaining. Girl, I gotta come to your house more often.”
Deanna grinned.
“Deanna,
I think from now on I'm going to be a regular visitor at
your
place.”
Just
like I have been.
“Kitten—”
Talon began with a tone of warning.
“Pfft.
Don't you ‘kitten’ me,” I said with my back to him. He slipped his arms around
my waist and pulled me close against his front. I held off a sigh of pleasure
and tried to move away. It was impossible. I looked over my shoulder at him and
bit my tongue to hold the moan. He looked gorgeous, even though his eyes told
me he was annoyed. Still, they were laced with a little bit of lust as well.
Griz
laughed, but covered it with a cough when Talon glared at him.
“Oh,
girly, we need to celebrate this. Let's get smashed,” Deanna said. “Lord knows
I need it.”
I
doubted I was supposed to hear that. I looked over at her and knew she was
hiding something from me, but what was the mystery?
“And
what are we celebrating exactly?”
“You
and Talon gettin' it on.” She gave me the 'Duh' look.
I
went to move again, but didn't get anywhere. “Uh, No. There is no Talon and
Zara.”
“Uh-huh.”
She smiled and looked at us from top to bottom. Okay, so to some it could look
different. Because I may have relaxed against Talon's warm, hot weight and my
arms may be...okay, were resting on top of his, which were still wrapped around
my waist.
Holy crap, I'm in Talon's arms.
He
moved an arm from around me and swept my hair aside; then he kissed my neck,
which involuntary arched so he could have better access.
Holy schnitzel, Talon's kissing my neck. In front of people.
That didn't help my side of things. I
nudged his head away with my own, and with some force, wiggled my way from
his—wanted…so much needed…No!—unwanted and unneeded comfort.