"I wish I could've been there for you," I tell him, my heart bleeding for the struggles he went through.
"No, you don't. I wasn't the same boy who left you here, nor the man who sits with you now. You would've hated being around me. I was a selfish prick who only cared about one thing."
"I would have cared for that man because he was a part of making you who you are now."
Talon wraps his hand behind my neck and pulls my mouth to his. His tongue sweeps in and swirls around mine and sucking it in. He nips my bottom lip, the sharp sting making me gasp. I feel him smirk against my mouth. My desire for him ramps up, making me take his t-shirt in my fists and pull him closer. His body crashes into mine, and his hands slide down my back and pull up on the hem of my shirt. We pull apart so he can tug the shirt over my head.
"Here or in the bedroom?" he asks me while kissing and sucking along my collarbone.
"Here," I answer, not wanting to waste any time.
He grins at me, "Right answer."
With me wrapped around him, Talon stands up from his chair and moves us to the wooden table. He avoids the computer and all the audio equipment and sits me on the edge. His nimble fingers wrap around my back to unfasten my bra, and then it's gone, and his mouth is all over my breasts. He sucks and nips at my flesh, taking one of my nipples in his mouth. I arch into him, my hand weaving into his ink-black hair to hold him to me. My other traces the plains and ridges of his black, running my nails all over it. A sharp pull on my nipple has me digging them in harder.
Talon chuckles against my breast, “There you go, Kitten. Use those claws to mark me as yours.”
I grab ahold of his shirt and nudge him backward a step so I can peel it off him and toss it somewhere behind me. He's covered in inked art, far more tattoos than he had the last time I'd seen him shirtless. I want to study them all, but that will have to wait. Right now, I'm too worked up. I need him.
I hook my fingers into the belt loop of his jeans and pull him to me until he's close enough for me to undo it and pop open his button to work my hand inside his boxers. I wrap my hand around his cock, feeling it jump in my hand.
"Off," I tell him, motioning to his pants.
"Same," he says to me.
We part just long enough for each of us to lose our pants and underwear, leaving them on top of the pile of clothing on the floor. Talon leans in, kissing down my throat, before placing his hand in the middle of my chest and nudging me to lay back against the table. The wood is cold, and my body is overheated. He encourages me to bend my knees and place my feet flat on the table, completely opening myself to him.
I hesitate, but Talon soothes me by rubbing the inside of my thighs. "Don't hide yourself from me. I want to see that pretty pussy." He drags his finger through my folds, "You're so wet for me."
Then he drops until his face is level with my drenched slit. The first lick makes me buck up from the table. He pulls away to kiss the inside of my thighs before latching on to a spot and sucking until I know he leaves a mark. Moving back to my pussy, he stiffens his tongue and licks harder against my clit while sliding two fingers inside me. He curls his fingers inside and sucks on my clit until I'm writhing on the table and whimpering. My body is taut with my need for release.
"Come for me, baby," he murmurs against me before he flattens his tongue against me and flicks it harder. My orgasm explodes through me, and I can't hold back my screams.
Once the tremors from my release subside, Talon stands and lines himself up with me. I never noticed him grab the condom and put it on, but I feel it when he slides inside me. My muscles contract around him, and he lets out a tortured groan.
"Nothing has ever felt as good as you," he says. My brain is unable to string words together, so I moan my agreement as he begins to move. His thrusts are slow and deep.
"Touch yourself," he orders me, and I move my fingers to rub my clit as he begins to pump harder and faster. I feel the beginning of another orgasm starts.
"Give it to me," he demands, and I do.
My muscles clench down on his cock as I come, triggering his release. We're both breathing heavily as Talon pulls away to dispose of the condom, and I stand up from the table. My legs are wobbly as I find my clothes.
Talon returns and gives me a tender kiss, "I missed you so much,"
"I missed you too," I manage to get out.
He throws on his jeans and scoops up his other clothing. "Come on, let's go up to my bedroom now. I'll be ready to have you again when we get there."
I follow right behind him up the stairs, completely blissed out.
Chapter 17
Living with the guys has gone surprisingly well for the last couple of months, almost too well. Cole is still in talks with the Ice Dragons. He’s expecting to hear their final determination soon. We’re still ignoring each other for the most part, and that’s fine with me. Talon is still working tirelessly on his music. Foster has been stockpiling social media content to keep his business going when he begins his coaching gig. Tonight is a true test of our budding relationship because Foster’s parents are coming over for dinner.
I’ve met his parents once before when we were teenagers, but I’m still nervous about making a good impression. I’m exhausted from working a half-day shift this afternoon and would rather rest, but I just got out of the shower and am considering my options for what to wear. I’m not excited about this at all, but Foster is, which makes me suck up my issues so I can be supportive of him.
I pull on another sundress from my closet and grimace. It doesn’t feel right for the occasion, plus I know both guys will ogle me all night in it, which could make things awkward. Maybe a skirt and blouse would be better. I groan and throw myself on my queen bed. It’s covered in the purple comforter that I brought from home. My room here is a mix of old and new. The oak furniture was already here: a matching four-poster bed, a dresser with a mirror, and two nightstands. The walls are a dove gray, a perfect blank slate with some floral paintings that someone had decorated, and I’ve added my knickknacks. This place feels like home now.
