Page 34 of Wild Card (Men of Action #4)

TALON

I pocket my phone, grabbing my keys. Willow’s phone dings with a notification from Rowan.

I have a situation. Can you meet me at Clyde’s?

“Babe, Hollywood needs you.” I try the bathroom door, only to find it locked.

“What?”

“Why is the door locked?” I jiggle the knob again.

“Because every time I try to get dressed, you distract me.”

“It makes more sense to shower together and save water. Princess, it wasn’t my mouth wrapped around my dick a little while ago.” My cock twitches, remembering the phenomenal blow job.

She swings open the door with raised eyebrows. “That was crass.”

“Am I wrong?”

“No.”

“Don’t know who enjoys you sucking my dick more—you or me.”

Her eyes drop to my groin and she licks her lips. My gaze travels over her, taking in her outfit.

The black leggings mold to her hips and legs, flaring at the bottom with a deep v-waistline. The baby blue skin-tight top hangs on her shoulders and cuts off, exposing her midriff. The new aqua gemstone sparkles from her belly button.

I’m hard instantly, ready to go again, even after a night and morning of mostly being inside her.

“Fucking A, babe, what are you wearing?”

She spins, showing me a glimpse of her perfect ass in the pants.

“Do you like?”

“I love, but where’s the rest of your shirt? And your bra?”

“This is my shirt and it has a built-in bra.”

“Fuck it.” I toss my keys back on the dresser and move toward her. She steps back, throwing out her hand. “Stop! We are already late.”

“Don’t give a shit.” I pull her to me, skimming my lips along her jawline.

She melts into me, tilting her neck to give me better access. “Honey, please.”

“Please what?”

Her nipples poke into my chest, urging me on. My hand slides into her pants and between her legs.

“Oh, God,” she moans when my fingers play along her slit before slipping inside.

Her muscles clench as I twist and twirl. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“It’s you, too.”

The possessive madman awakens, knowing all day she’ll be full of me. “Fucking love that, Princess.”

“We can’t,” she tries again, her voice husky. “I have plans for us.”

“Be more convincing if you weren’t so goddamn hot riding my hand.”

She drops her head back, hitches her leg around my hip, and bucks into me.

My mouth goes to her neck, nipping along the tendon and increasing my speed.

Her body responds with a full-body shudder. She clenches my shirt, whimpering when my thumb strums along her clit.

“Let me have your mouth.”

She slants her head, giving me access. Her breath comes in small pants against my lips as I tease by slowing my fingers to short thrusts. Her eyes blaze with lust and hunger, her hips rocking faster.

My tongue trails along her lips, tasting the vanilla and mint in her lip gloss. “One of my favorite tastes.”

“One?”

“Top favorite is my tongue in your pussy, feeling you come apart on my mouth.”

“We have to be quick.” Her hands fumble between us, undoing my jeans and going directly to wrap around my dick. She pumps a few times and that’s all it takes for me to lose control.

In a second, her leggings and panties are gone and she’s against the wall. Her legs go back around my waist and she slams down, taking me in one swift movement.

“Fuck!” The metal balls drag along her hot flesh.

I pound into her relentlessly, her nails digging into my back as she grinds to meet my thrusts. Her muscles tighten, clamping around my cock and pulling me closer to the edge with her.

The half-hour since I had her seems like a lifetime as primal need takes over.

“Say it,” I demand.

“I’m yours.”

I drive harder, needing to hear and feel her come apart. Her eyes transform into the colors of emeralds right before she screams my name as her pussy spasms.

It’s not enough. I need more.

Hitching her on one arm, I move my hand between us to where we’re connected while she’s still writhing.

“I can’t… too much.”

“Give me another.” I flick her clit over and over, knowing she’s still riding out her first orgasm.

“Talon!” she cries, her head hitting the wall as her body convulses.

I thrust twice more and sink my teeth into her shoulder, pouring into her.

Her heart races against my chest, and the urge to carry her back to bed and stay inside her builds.

“Don’t even think of it,” she rasps.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to. I know what you’re thinking. Try and exert some control.”

“If you know what I’m thinking, you’d know exactly how much control I’m exerting by not acting on impulse and handcuffing you to the bed.”

Her eyes flare with new heat and fuck If I’m not tempted.

“Don’t tease a man when he’s still inside you.”

“Well, maybe you should set me down so I can clean up and continue my day of spoiling you.”

“Hard to beat you crawling on my dick as a wake-up call.”

“Oh? You didn’t enjoy the birthday blow job?”

“Love your mouth, baby, but like I said, not sure who enjoys it more.”

“I’m hoping you do. Otherwise, what’s the point?” She quirks an eyebrow, feigning annoyance.

“Still on my dick, babe. Cut the cuteness.”

“How is me talking about blow jobs cute?”

My cock pulses and I know we need to get out of here if there is any chance of leaving at all. I twist, setting her on the vanity, and reach behind her for a washcloth.

“I can do it.”

“Let me.” I pull out and gently clean her. “Now you really are full of me for whatever you have planned next.”

“Spoken like a true caveman.” She pushes me away and hops down, swaying off balance.

I grab her elbow to steady her. “Careful.”

“Dammit, Talon. If I can’t walk right. I’ll kill you.”

“Maybe we should ice you down.”

She mumbles something while I fix my jeans. When she’s redressed, I pull her back to me, skimming my fingers around her navel ring.

“I love this, babe, but I’d prefer if it was for my viewing only.”

“It’s in my belly button, which is not considered provocative. It’s not like I got my nipples pierced and am exposing them.”

At the thought, jealousy boils in my blood. “You let someone touch your nipples, I’ll fucking lose my mind.”

She grins slyly. “I know, which is why I followed Rowan’s advice on the navel.”

“Remind me to thank her,” I grouse.

“You ready? We really are on a time crunch.”

“Not yet, I know what I want for my birthday.”

Her body tenses, her grin wavering. “We are not discussing this now.”

I slide my hand around her waist, holding her tight. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“Love falling asleep and waking up with you.”

“Me too.”

“Tired of waiting.”

“It’s too soon.”

“Tired of that excuse, too. I’m not a guy who makes decisions with his dick.”

“I’m practically living here already.” She gestures to the vanity filled with her things.

“Want it permanent.”

“What if I asked you to move in with me?”

“Okay.”

She jerks at my immediate reply. “Would you give up all this to move into my little townhome?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“You can’t even stretch all the way out on my bed.”

“We’d work something out.”

“What about your bike? I don’t have a garage. And my closet isn’t half the size?—”

“We’d work it out,” I repeat.

She casts her gaze to the windows and thinks about it, the worry lines around her eyes evening out after a minute. “We would need to talk to my grandparents since they technically own the townhome.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I’m building her a house and the townhome is temporary. I decide to plant the seed and test her reaction.

“We’ll get a place of our own.”

“That works and gives us time to decide what we need and make a list of the most important items—like a garage.” Her smile returns and she kisses me quickly.

“I’ll compromise. Until we find something else, you move in here.”

“We’ll talk about it after graduation.”

Graduation is five fucking weeks away. No way I’m waiting that long.

“We’ll talk about it tonight.”

“Talon, this is a big decision. You cannot fuck me into saying yes."

That’s exactly what I plan to do, and she knows it. Seems like that’s the only way to wear her down.

The message from earlier is the perfect distraction. “Rowan texted she needs something.”

“What?”

“Not sure, once you opened the door and I caught sight of this get-up, nothing else mattered.” This is partly true. I did forget about everything else once I saw her. But I also know what Rowan is up to.

“She has a dress fitting this morning. Do you think something is wrong?” All playfulness vanishes and she’s in worry mode.

I dig my phone out of my pocket and hit Rowan’s number.

“Talon?” she answers with alarm.

“Here with Lo, got your message. What’s up?”

“What’s up? I messaged her like fifteen minutes ago. Where is she?”

“Standing right here listening to you.”

“Wills?”

“Yes, you okay?”

“I know the timing sucks, but can you meet me at Clyde’s? It won’t take long. Harley and Jewls are occupied and I need help. Cruz said this has to be done today.”

“What has to be done?”

“Well, it’s a situation with?—”

“Be there soon.” I disconnect Rowan before she gets rattled and raises suspicion.

“Get your jacket and shoes.” I drop a kiss to Willow’s nose and let her go.

“Do I need a jacket? It’s supposed to be warm today.”

I give her a once over. “You’re with me, no clothes required. We leave the house, I prefer you covered.” I repeat the words from long ago in her living room and get the same reaction. Defiance sparks in her expression as she opens her mouth to argue.

“You throw sass, we’ll be a lot later to whatever you have planned.”

“Shit.” She hurries past me to the closet and comes out wearing a pair of sandals with the same blue shimmer as her shirt and the gem in her piercing.

“Lo?”

“Bossy!” She ties a jacket around her waist and grabs her phone. “Happy now?”

“Be happier when you put it on.”

“You know, I was going to take you up on your suggestion of handcuffs tonight. But you’re pissing me off.”

The thought of her laid out naked, restrained, and ready for me to do whatever I want is too much. A low, throaty growl rumbles from my chest.