Wild Ride (Wind Dragons Motorcycle Club) (5 page)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Tia

S
O
technically, I cheated.

Although I didn’t kiss him first, I invited him here under false pretenses. I didn’t know what would happen, exactly, but I wanted to see him, spend more time with him. Since I had the day off, I was alone in the house and I couldn’t stop thinking about him, so I went out on a limb and called. I just wanted him, in any way, shape, or form, and now he’s here, his mouth slanted on mine, giving me more of those kisses I’ve been dreaming about since I first tasted him.

His other hand lands on my back, bringing me closer to him like he can’t get enough. His tongue delves into my mouth in that expert way of his, making me moan—begging for more. He guides me as I walk backward until the back of my legs hit the couch, then he turns me around and sits on the couch, lifting me up so I’m straddling him, all with his mouth still on mine. Impressive.

I’m pretty much sitting on his hard cock, feeling it for the first time. Unable to stop myself, I grind against him, and this time it’s he who moans. He pulls his lips away from mine and he looks at me with such lust in his eyes that I kiss him again deeply, showing him without words that he’s not alone in this, that he drives me just as crazy, and that I can’t get enough of him.

I grip the bottom of his T-shirt and start to lift it up. He moves back to take it off the rest of the way, revealing smooth, tanned skin. I run my hand down his stomach, which is hard as a rock, like velvet over steel. This is the first time I’m seeing his body, and it’s fucking amazing.

“Wow,” I mouth. He catches it and grins at me, his eyes heavy-lidded, shielding some of their green beauty from me.

“Are we doing this?” he asks, standing with me in his arms. He’s so strong and manly. It’s such a turn-on. I’m not a heavy woman, I’m quite petite, but I’ve never had a man lift me like that before.

“Yes,” I say, kissing his jawline.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

I point down the hall, even though he can’t see where I’m pointing to. “First door on the left.”

He walks us into my room, opening the door, then slamming it shut behind us. Not paying attention to anything in my room, he gently places me down on the white sheets. He undoes the button on my shorts, then pulls them down, muttering something about “these damn shorts.” He throws them on the floor, then pulls me up to take off my top. When that’s also on the floor, he reaches behind and unclasps my bra, letting it fall forward.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb across one of my nipples before pushing me back down on the bed and removing my black panties. I lift up my hips then lie there naked as he takes me in from head to toe. I should feel embarrassed, but I’m not. My body isn’t perfect, but it’s me. I’d rather he see everything I am now so that I can know if it’s enough for him before I get even more attached to him. His pants come off next, and it’s my turn to watch him. He’s perfect, of course, even with the scars on his ribs, which look like they were made by a blade.

Tall and lean, he has no fat on him whatsoever; it’s all hard muscle. He’s covered in tattoos, something I find myself very attracted to. He lies on top of me, keeping his weight off me, then kisses me softly. I’m euphoric at the feel of his skin pressed against mine, and I just close my eyes for a second, enjoying the sensation.

“Tia,” he says softly.

“Yeah?”

“Look at me.”

I open my eyes lazily and meet his intense gaze.

“I’m going to grab a condom from my wallet. Don’t you dare move.”

He moves off me, and I can’t help but tease. “Always keep them there for an emergency, huh?”

He glances up and grins as he brings the packet to his mouth, ripping it open with his teeth. “I like to be prepared.”

“Good to know,” I murmur, watching as he slides it over his length. I don’t know how he can make it look sexy, but he does, because I can’t seem to take my eyes off his huge cock.

“You must be proud of that thing,” I blurt out, causing him to laugh, which makes his cock shake. I try not to look, but come on, as if I can help myself. “If you’re laughing I mustn’t be doing my job right.” I grin, thinking that my method of seduction could surely use an update.

He lies back on top of me, smiling away. “I’m laughing, and I’m still hard as a fuckin’ rock, sweetheart. Trust me, this is a first for me.” He pauses to nuzzle my cheek. “In a good way.”

This was his first time laughing during sex?

Then he slides the tip inside me, and my rebuttal is lost on my lips, all the humor in the situation fleeing, because now all I want is him inside me, fucking me like I’m his. He pushes himself inside of me the rest of the way in one smooth thrust and I lose all coherent thought. He pushes my hair off my face and looks me in the eye. “How are we doing?”

“Amazing; don’t stop,” I demand, lifting my hips up, silently telling him to please move his ass.

“Do you want it slow?” he asks, moving inside me deep and slow. “Or do you want it hard and fast?”

I want both, because I’m greedy like that.

Right now I want it hard and fast, so I tell him so. He does as I ask, kissing me deeply and fucking me hard at the same time, hitting all the right spots. I run my hands down his back as his lips trail down my neck, sucking and biting.

I’m in heaven.

He pulls back to lift my legs over his shoulders, then continues to slide in and out. He puts his thumb in my mouth, and I suck on it hard, his eyes darkening as he watches me. He then uses it to stroke my clit, making my thighs shake.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, feeling my orgasm creeping up on me. Talon watches my face as I come, and I can only imagine the faces I make, but his own expression is so turned on that I don’t care. Wave after wave of pleasure hits me and I call out, not in my own body for those few moments, the feeling indescribable. When I come back to myself, Talon kisses me hard as he joins me, coming inside me. When he’s done, he leans back and grins at me, once again playful.

“We should have been doing that a lot sooner,” he rumbles, making me smile back at him.

“And whose fault is that?”

“Already pointing fingers, huh?”

“Always,” I say, my voice gentling as I run my hands through his shaggy white-blond hair. He nuzzles the crook between my neck and my shoulder, burying his face there while I wrap my arms around his body. We stay like that for a few moments, just enjoying being in each other’s arms. I know it’s not long until reality kicks in, but I just want to be with him like this for as long as I can.

“What are you doing to me?” he mutters under his breath, pulling back and sliding out of me. He heads into my bathroom to take care of the condom while I wrap myself in my bedsheet. When he comes back and flashes me a grin, I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Move over,” he says, so I roll over, giving him some room on the edge of the bed.

He takes some of the sheet from me, then pulls me into his arms. I rest my head on his shoulder and wait for him to speak.

“Rake and his brothers aren’t going to be happy about this,” he starts, and from his tone I can’t tell if he cares or not.

I lift my head and look him in the eye. “That’s why you’ve been avoiding this”—I was going to say
connection
, but I don’t want to freak him out—“attraction?”

“One of the reasons,” he says, sighing and studying me carefully. “There’s a few.”

“Do enlighten me.”

“I’m a biker, you have a kid, and this isn’t exactly the safest lifestyle,” he starts, and I nod for him to continue. “Yes, there’s Rake. Bailey is your best friend, and there will be hell to deal with there.”

“Why does he even hate you so much?” I ask, not getting it.

“Many reasons,” Talon says, sounding subdued. “I also have a lot of shit going on at the moment. I guess the timing didn’t feel right, and I was waiting until it was.”

“And now?” I ask. Was he just going to go back to staying away from me after this? He didn’t make me any promises, so I won’t be upset over it, just disappointed. I’m not a woman who sleeps with a man, then expects him to stay. I slept with him because I wanted to, not because there were conditions attached to it.

“And now,” he murmurs, rolling over so he’s on top of me again. “I want you again.”

He kisses me, making me forget my questions.

Afterward I fall asleep, and when I wake up, he’s gone.

I guess that answers them for me.

CHAPTER NINE

Talon

I
RING
Tia again, but she doesn’t pick up. I want to go over to her house to explain what happened this morning in person, but I know her son will be there.

When I got a call this morning saying that there was an issue with the gun shipment, I had to leave to sort it out. I didn’t want to wake her, so I kissed her and left quietly, telling myself I’d just call her and explain that I had to leave, not that I was bailing after fucking her. Although since she’s not picking up or replying to my messages, that’s probably exactly what she thinks. I don’t think I’ve ever called a woman and had her ignore me before, so it really doesn’t sit well with me. Is she already starting to play games? The thought annoys me. Why won’t she just pick up the phone and let me explain? I pace around my room, wondering if I should randomly show up there. I’ve made my decision to do just that when my phone rings.

By the time I finally see her, it’s 8:00 p.m.—two days later. After Shayla’s bodyguard called, I had to go and handle a few things, or men, as it were, and I only just got back into town. I know she’s going to be pissed at my showing up on her doorstep, but she didn’t pick up her phone, and there’s nothing else I could do. I know it’s late, and I don’t want to talk in front of her kid, but I figure she can come out the front or something. If she wanted to avoid this, she should have answered the fuckin’ phone. She must’ve heard the rumble of my bike, because the front door opens and she storms over to me, barefoot and dressed in her pajamas, which consist of shorts and a tank top. She looks fuckin’ adorable, even with that scowl on her face. I try to hide my amusement as she stops in front of my bike.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, looking at me like I’m batshit crazy. “Rhett’s here!” She pauses. “And you’re an asshole!”

I get off my bike, my black boots stopping right in front of her blue-painted toes. I lift her chin with my index finger, rendering her silent as I look into her eyes. “I had to leave because I got a call—the men needed me. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t get freaked out, and I sure as fuck didn’t bone and bail. I tried to call you to explain, but your stubborn ass didn’t pick up.”

“I haven’t heard from you in
two fucking days
,” she whisper-yells, putting her hands on her hips. “Your men needed you for two days? Sounds like you got what you wanted and now you’re done.”

“It sounds like if you had picked up your phone I could have told you that I had to head out of town to handle some business,” I say, trying to stay calm while she throws her attitude at me. “I literally came straight to your house, Tia. I left you a voice mail explaining everything, but I guess you didn’t listen to that either?”

“I never check my voice mail,” she says, wincing. “How was I supposed to know?”

“That’s why we do this little thing called communicate,” I say, wanting so badly to kiss her. And maybe shake her a little.

“Oh,” she says, her expression softening.

“Yes,
oh
. Why the hell didn’t you pick up my calls?”

She shifts on her feet, looking down before she replies. “Honestly, I think I was just assuming the worst. Thought you were going to say it was a mistake . . .”

“Act like I did after the kiss,” I surmise, feeling like shit. Yeah, I had avoided her after that kiss, and told her it was a mistake. No wonder she thought I’d do it again.

“I told myself I wouldn’t get angry even if you did bail, but . . . I guess I wanted to be different to you.”

“Different?”

“Than other women,” she tries to explain, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

“Nothing you say is stupid,” I tell her, cupping her cheek with my hand, then looking toward her house when I see Rhett looking through the window, giving me a look similar to the one his mother was giving me moments ago. “Your son is watching us, so I better go. When can I see you next? Can I take you out for dinner tomorrow night?”

She glances behind her, then back at me. “Like a date?”

“Exactly like a date.”

“I’d like that,” she says, smiling.

I want to kiss her, but her kid is watching, so I need to be on my best behavior. “I’ll pick you up at seven. You ever been on the back of a bike before?”

“No,” she says, making me feel all warm inside.

“Good,” I reply, my gaze lowering to her lips. “Fuck, I want to kiss you so bad.”

“Tomorrow,” she says, flashing me a seductive grin and turning around to head inside.

I’ve crossed the line and now there’s no going back. I tried to stay away from her, I did, but now I’ve come too far. There’s only moving forward, and I’ll handle whatever is thrown at me to have this girl, to get to know her and see if she’s what I think she is.

Mine.

She fits on the back of my bike like she’s meant to be there. With her arms around me and her cheek pressed against my back, we ride to the restaurant I chose specifically to take her to tonight. The food is good, but more than that, it’s private and we’ll be able to talk. I want to get to know her. I know it takes time, but we have to start somewhere. I help her off the bike and hold her hand as we walk into the Italian restaurant. I open the door for her, wondering when the fuck I became a gentleman.

“This place is nice,” she says, looking around. She looks so sexy in her tight black jeans and her white top, and I can’t help but glance down at her ass a few times. Okay, so maybe I’m not that much of a gentleman.

“It’s my favorite,” I admit to her, leading her to my regular table with a hand on her lower back.

“Hey, Talon,” Rio, the owner, says. He looks down at Tia and his eyes widen. “And who is this?”

“Hey, Rio,” I say, handing Tia a menu. “This is Tia. Tia, this is Rio.”

“Hello,” she says, smiling at him. “Nice to meet you.”

“This is the first time Talon has brought a woman here,” he says, taking her hand and kissing it, making me grit my teeth. “You are very beautiful, Tia.”

“And now you know why,” I mutter, taking Tia’s hand away from him. She just laughs, finding the whole thing amusing, but really I want to punch him in the face for kissing a part of her that I haven’t yet. If I didn’t know he’s gay, I might have done just that.

I’ve known Rio for years. We actually went to high school together, so he knows me pretty well. His hobbies include annoying the fuck out of me on purpose, but I suppose that’s what friends do. I’m the one who gave him the start-up money for this place, and his food is amazing, so it’s my regular haunt. He’s right though: I’ve never brought a woman here before. I’m not going to overthink why exactly I brought Tia here on our first date.

“Let me know when the two of you are ready to order,” he says, slapping my shoulder as he walks away.

“He seems nice,” she says, opening the menu and starting to browse.

“He’s definitely something,” I murmur, watching her expression as she reads what’s on the menu.

“So you come here a lot, then?”

“You could say that.”

“What do you normally order then?” she asks, glancing up at me. “Everything looks good.”

“I usually get the carbonara,” I tell her, not even bothering to look at my menu, I know it so well. “But everything is good. Take your time and choose whatever you want.”

She puts the menu down and studies me. “I have to admit, I never thought the day would come when you’d ask me out on a date.” She pauses. “Is this something you do a lot?”

I lean my arms on the table, my lip twitching at the start of her interrogation. “I think the last time I went on a date was in high school. I was probably, like, sixteen. Regina Belle. She let me go to third base that night.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh,” I say, feeling amused. “When’s the last time you went on a date?”

She tilts her head to the side, considering. “Maybe three months ago.”

“And how did it go?” I ask, curious, and also a little jealous. I had no idea she’d been on a date so recently.

“Well,” she says, leaning back in her chair, an odd expression on her face. “I met him online. He told me he was a carpenter, but he was actually just unemployed and only made furniture when he needed money for weed. He also offered me a Valium, so I’m going to go with not well.”

“Sounds like a winner,” I say, stifling the urge to laugh. “Online dating? You don’t get enough men hitting on you in real life?”

“The dating world has changed now,” she says, watching me. “And not for the better. Online dating gives you a broader spectrum, and, I don’t know, I guess I was just bored, as bad as that sounds. I didn’t think I’d meet anyone who would sweep me off my feet, but I was a little . . .”

“Hopeful?” I insert.

She smiles, her eyes going soft. “Yeah, hopeful, I guess. Although that date dashed that hope.”

“Is it fucked-up to say that I’m glad the date didn’t go well?” I blurt out.

Her blue eyes dance with humor. “No. No it’s not.”

“Good, because I’m glad,” I say, grinning. “His loss.”

She shakes her head and reopens the menu. “I’m going to go with the carbonara and a glass of red wine.”

“Really,” I murmur, calling over a waiter. “You trust me that much, hey?”

“I do,” she says, nodding. “And you better not ruin that trust, Talon. The pasta better be fucking delicious.”

“No pressure, then,” I tease, ordering for both of us when the waiter comes to the table.

Rio walks out shortly after and says, “Carbonara; why do we even bother asking?” He places two glasses and a bottle of red wine on the table, along with a bottle of beer for me.

“I want to see what all the fuss is about,” Tia says, as Rio pours the wine.

“So how long have you known Talon?” he asks Tia, being a nosy bastard.

“Not long,” she replies vaguely. “How about you?”

“Years,” Rio says, looking at me. “Before he became a huge biker bastard.”

I sigh, and purse my lips. Why did I bring her here again?

“You know I can pour my own wine,” I say, trying to change the subject away from me. I also hate when he treats me like a customer. I mean, I am a customer, but I’m also his friend, and he doesn’t need to pour my fuckin’ wine. He knows I won’t even drink the wine; all I want is the beer.

Tia shoots me a look that clearly says stop being rude, then turns to Rio and thanks him. He flashes me a smug look, then walks away.

“He’s practically family,” I explain, clearing my throat.

She takes her wine and has a sip.

“Good?”

She nods, her blond hair bouncing. “Delicious.”

“So who’s watching your son?”

“Bailey.”

“She didn’t ask who you were going to meet?”

“I just told her I had a date. I haven’t told her the details,” she says, putting down her glass.

“Don’t women ask about shit like that?” I ask, picking up my beer. I’d have thought she’d receive a full interrogation from her best friend. It’s a known fact that women like to talk about their relationships and are obsessed with details.

“I told her I’d tell her everything later,” she says, wincing. “It was the only way I could get her off my back. But if you want to keep seeing me, it’s not like we’ll be able to keep this a secret for long.”