Page 41 of Wild Card (Men of Action #4)

“Good luck with that. You gonna give Chase the heads up he’s busted?”

“I’ll get a read on Lo first. She loves both of them, and once the shock wears off, she’ll come around.”

“I have suits if you want to borrow one for Wyatt,” Robbie offers.

“Thanks, but he’ll need some things to keep at the house now that Willow is there.”

“Does she know she’s living with you yet?”

“She’ll figure it out soon enough.”

“Her family cool with it?”

“I spoke to Rosie this morning, and she assured me she and Lynden are in no hurry to replace the destroyed contents in the townhome. They’re on board. Sterling’s my new BFF. Called to offer money toward expenses.”

“Did you take him up on it?” Max raises an eyebrow.

“What the fuck do you think? My woman, my responsibility.”

“You aiming to beat the Casanova record?”

I smirk at his reference. It’s no secret we all move fast. “You find her, you don’t waste any fucking time.”

“Hence the three weddings in twelve months.”

“Let me get her through graduation and the licensing exam, then we’ll talk about a fourth.”

“Fuckin’ A. It’s got to be something in the water.”

I exchange a look with Finn and Robbie, remembering the conversation about Max potentially coming home. He’s the last remaining bachelor in his crew. “When you get out, we’ll pour that water down your throat, brother.”

His face goes pale. Is it possible I scared the invincible Max Roberts?

“On that, gotta roll. There’s a little boy who wants to swim and a woman who needs therapy.”

This time, I make sure to use the private exit.

Willow moans, rocking into me as her tongue curls with mine. Her thigh clasps around my waist, urging me forward. My cock pulses at the contact, the metal snagging on the nylon of my shorts.

I tear my mouth from hers. “Babe, we gotta take this to my room.”

“Don’t want to stop.” Her hand travels between us, cupping my dick.

“I’m about five seconds from sinking into you, and I don’t want Ford and Rowan to walk in with me fucking you on the sofa."

"They’re at dinner.” She nips my lip. “We have a while.”

“When I have my mouth between your legs, I don’t want to be interrupted. You want to give them a show?”

She stills, her eyes fluttering open and glimmering with need.

My heart hammers in my chest and I know she’s wired. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“So are you.”

I slide my hand into her bathing suit bottoms, my fingers finding her slick and hot. “Soaked.”

“All afternoon, my mind was X-rated watching you with Wyatt.”

“Playing with your nephew is a turn-on?”

“You are a turn-on, but seeing you with kids is even more enticing.”

“Good to know.” Without warning, I slip two fingers inside her, loving the small gasp that coats my lips.

“Change of plans. I want you to fuck my fingers, and then I’ll get my chance to devour your pussy.”

“Good plan.” Her eyes roll back as I twirl my fingers.

She clenches down, arching into me, whimpering when my thumb circles her clit. “Don’t stop.”

“Not stopping for a long time, baby. This is to get the edge off.”

Her breath comes in pants as I increase my speed. Like every time I touch her, she pulls me deeper. I slow, playing with her until her hips buck into my hand and her core clenches tight.

“Talon…”

“Let go, baby. Give me the first one right here.”

She gasps, fisting my hair and moaning in pleasure.

My cock jumps, blood rushing south to the point of pain.

“Need you now.” I twist us off the couch, standing with her wrapped around me.

Her dazed eyes clear with my first step and she grins cunningly. She releases my hair and shifts forward. In a swift move, she pushes my shorts down enough for my dick to spring free. Her hand moves back between us, and she moves her suit to the side, sliding down and taking me in one plunge.

Black spots blur my vision at the sensation. “Fuck, are you okay?”

Her expression shines with satisfaction and eagerness. “God, this feels good.”

“So tight.” Her silky skin sheaths me like a vice. I back her into the wall, slamming up and crashing my mouth to hers.

She curls her tongue with mine, gripping my neck for support as I pound into her relentlessly.

“Shirt off,” I growl down her throat, wanting to feel every inch of her skin with mine.

She breaks away, whipping the shirt over her head and fumbling with the ties of her top until it’s gone.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” I rip the sides of her bottoms and toss them.

She reads my thoughts, arching up and giving me access to her tits. My tongue circles her tight nipple, teasing until she’s trembling. Without warning, I suck it into my mouth. She yells my name, but it’s a mutter compared to the roaring in my ears.

Fuck if this woman doesn’t drive me insane.

Having her naked, in my arms, with my dick buried inside her isn’t enough. Raw, savage, unrestrained need sears through my system.

I drive faster, her whimpers fueling me on. I move to her nipple, running my cheeks over the soft flesh, marking her with my stubble. Her cries grow louder when I suck harder.

Pain pricks my shoulders where her nails scrape and she struggles to hold on. Her head hits the wall as she gives in.

Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, her skin damp and glistening. My eyes drift to where we’re connected and the brute inside me snaps.

Possession, obsession, infatuation, it all mixes together. “Can you take more?”

“Please.” Her walls clench tighter.

I angle her hips and slam into her over and over. Her tits bounce with each thrust, taunting me, and threatening my self-control.

“Tell me, baby. Let me hear it when I’m fucking deep inside you.”

Her eyes fly open, burning into me. “I’m?—”

I flick her clit then caress it, knowing she’s about to come apart.

“…yours!” she shouts, the words pushing me over.

My dick swells and pulses as I explode inside her.

I keep playing with her clit until she’s shuddering. Her pussy convulses, milking me of everything I have.

Our hearts beat in sync against my chest as she drops her head to my shoulder.

I kiss along her collarbone until her breathing evens out.

“I really needed that,” she rasps. “It was a weird day.”

I hold back my laugh. Apparently, discovering her brother and best friend are fucking worked out in my favor. But I’m smart enough to keep it to myself.

“We have all night. Use me however you want.”

She smiles against my skin. “Such a team player.”

“Baby, you just dropped down on my dick, taking me in one shot with your pussy gripping me like your life depended on it. So drenched and hot I fucked you against a wall. No hardship in that.”

Her chest vibrates with a small giggle. “Wall sex is awesome. We’ll add it to my list of Talon Simms’ many talents.”

The greedy beast inside comes back alive, and I swivel my hips, earning a moan.

“How do you do that?”

“Did you hear the part about being drenched for me? Now you’re filled with my cum and still gripping my cock.”

“Maybe we should take this to the shower. You mentioned something about devouring me. I may need a taste, too.”

Fuck, this woman was made for me. I pull out, adjusting my shorts, and keep her in my arms.

Her phone rings from the couch and she shakes her head. “Not answering it.”

“Good call.”

I go to my bathroom and sit her on the vanity to start the shower when my phone rings.

“That’s weird we both get calls in twenty seconds of each other.” She reaches in my pocket and frowns at the screen, handing it over. “It’s my dad.”

“Yeah,” I greet him.

“You home tonight?” he asks right off the bat.

“Yeah, work the next three nights, why?”

“Willow with you?”

“Where the hell else would she be?”

“We need to talk.”

Willow stills and I straighten, not liking the acid in his tone.

“About what?”

“Rather do it in person. Think you can meet me somewhere.”

She grips my wrist, her fiery glare daring me to agree with him.

“Gonna be hard to keep whatever it is from her since she heard you.”

“Shit, should have figured she’d be glued to you.”

There’s the sound of a horn in the background. “You on the road?”

“Yes.”

“Come on over, Ford and Rowan are out.”

At my offer, Willow wedges around me and hops off the counter. I reach out to balance her when she sways.

“Not sure that’s a good idea?—”

Whatever he says next is drowned out by her loud gasp and screech, “Talon!”

“See you in a few.” I hang up and follow the motion of her hand waving over her chest.

Pride swells inside at the pink and red scratches surrounding a large purplish mark.

“You have got to stop giving me hickeys.”

“Not gonna happen.” I step around her and turn on the shower, stripping and moving under the spray.

She huffs out, hesitating before joining me. I wash myself, peeking out of the corner of my eye as she mutters and mumbles under the other shower head.

“Baby, come here.”

It’s her turn to ignore me, not even sparing me a glance until I take her washcloth and edge between her legs.

Her breath hitches as I clean her softly. “Wherever you are without me, or whatever you’re doing, I like my mark on you.”

“That’s archaic.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“I can’t wear any of my bathing suits. And possibly my sports bras.”

“You can wear them with me, which is all that matters.”

She bites her bottom lip, struggling to stay irritated, and my cock hardens again. I drop a quick kiss to her forehead and shut off my shower. “Take your time. I’ll handle your dad.”

She tips up and runs her lips along my neck. “I still love you, even if you belong in the Stone Age.”

I grunt, squeezing her ass before getting out. She watches me intently as I dry and wrap the towel around my waist. “Babe, you keep gawking at me like that and your dad will have to wait outside for a while.”

“I can’t help it, you’re a work of art.”

“Princess—”

“Sorry! I’ll ogle you later when we’re not facing another issue with my family.” She turns back to the stream.

I dress and head to the living room, collecting her clothes and straightening the sofa. A few minutes later, the system alerts that a car is approaching. Both dogs bolt into the room at the sound of newcomers.

I open the door as Sterling pulls into the drive, noticing someone in the passenger seat.

My body tightens at who steps out of the car.

“What the fuck?”

“I tried to warn you,” Sterling defends.

“Is he here?” Willow calls behind me and I turn to shield her from view.

A little tension eases when I see her in one of my MNPD shirts that swallows her and a pair of loose sleep shorts. Her wet hair is tied on top of her head, her face free of make-up except for the shimmer of lip gloss. Fucking gorgeous and completely comfortable.

Which ratchets up my anger at what she’s about to see.

“He’s here and he’s not alone.”

She stops dead. “Please don’t tell me Chase is with him. I’m not ready to face him yet.”

“Wish it was fucking Chase.”

Her eyes crinkle and mouth hitches.

Footsteps sound behind me and I step to the side, watching her face pale and transform into shock.

“Hello, Willow,” Stacy greets with a shaky voice.

The system chimes again, this time Ford and Rowan driving up.

Well, shit. This just got interesting.