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 “You
want me to fuck you, I will. Really, I’m more than happy to, but next time we
do it, we’re gonna take our time so I can cherish every fuckin’ part of your
sweet body.”

 I
gulped, nodded, and grinned like a fool. “I’m up for that, honey.”

 He
closed his eyes and whispered, “Christ, I love hearing you call me that,
kitten.” Upon opening his eyes, he reached between my legs that were still
wrapped around his waist. He moved back, so they dropped as he slowly pulled my
underwear down and threw them away. “I’d love to taste you right now, babe, but
my woman wants me to fuck her, so that’s what I’m gonna do.”

 “Yippee,”
I cheered.

 Talon
laughed, shook his head, and his eyes turned serious. I watched him, and could
have dribbled as he popped the button on his jeans and slowly slid the zipper
down.

 “Jesus,
kitten, you turn me the fuck on just the way you watch me.” He licked his lips.
“Are you ready for me, babe? Are you wet for me?” He ran a finger through my
folds to see that, yes indeed, I was wet, ready, and waiting. I shivered as I
watched him raise that finger, place it in his mouth, and suck my juices off,
causing a moan from Talon and a groan from me.

 “Fuckin’
beautiful,” he hissed, and then surged his hips forward. In one quick swoop, he
was bedded deep inside of me.

 “Oh,
God,” I moaned. My head tipped back and my chest arched forward. I was in
heaven.
Happy birthday to me; happy birthday, and Christmas, and all the
other holidays, to me.

 “No,
kitten, not God, just your man.” Talon smiled. I swiveled my hips and that
smile fell from his face. He pulled out slowly and plunged back in. “Goddamn,
kitten, you're so fuckin’ tight and wet.”

 After
that comment, all hell broke loose. I grabbed Talon by the shoulders and pulled
him forward so our lips met. As we kissed and bit, Talon pumped me hard and
good, just the way I wanted it.

 It
was possible I would not be walking tomorrow, and at that point I did not care.

 “Talon,
oh God, Talon.” I groaned. It was building and it was a big one.

 “Let
it go, babe,” Talon growled at my neck.

 “Talon.”

 “Let
it go.”

 “H-honey.”
I arched as my climax crashed over me, and I was sure I was going to black out.
But I made myself focus and opened my eyes to see Talon still over and in me,
pumping hard and watching me with hooded eyes. One, two, three pumps later, he
groaned, swore, and collapsed on top of me.

 “You’re
gonna fuckin’ kill me, babe, but it’ll be worth it.” He pulled back to look at
me, smiling. “So hot, so wet, so tight. Never had it like that before, babe.
You’re so fuckin’ responsive; I’m never gonna wanna leave you or your pussy
again.”

 I
giggled. “That’s okay, ‘cause me or my…yeah, are never going to want you to
leave.”

 I
liked the way his eyes shone with more desire for me, until they turned
teasing. “I fucked you hard, you screamed my name, and you still can’t say
pussy? Babe.”

 “Shud’up
and kiss me.”

 He
grinned and obliged.

 “You
need to get cleaned up, kitten. We got shit to talk about, once a-fuckin-gain,
then we gotta get home to the kids.”

 I
rolled my eyes, but did a happy dance on the inside, and then shoved him out of
the way. “Yes, Talon.” I moved off to the door, picking up my underwear along
the way.

 “Well,
shit, babe. If all I gotta do is fuck you for you to be obedient, then be
prepared to be on your back all the goddamn time.”

 “Whatever,”
I snapped. But smiled.

 “Kitten—”

 “Talon,
honey. You want me to get cleaned so we can talk or what?”

 “Bathroom’s
right across the hall.” He smirked.

 “I
knew that.” Although I hadn’t, but he didn’t need to know that.

After
I cleaned up, went back in the office, and had a make out session with Talon,
he informed me one of his men had dropped Julian back at my house. Then he told
me that Deanna had gone to bed in Griz’s room, as he dragged me down the hall
past the main room I'd walked into when we arrived, which was now empty, and
into what Talon called ‘the meetings room’. It was just as big as the main
room. Two large tables sat in the middle, wooden kitchen chairs piled around
it, and they were mostly filled with bikers. A bar—of course, another one—was
to the back of the room. Some old arcade games and a ping-pong table—yes,
apparently bikers played table tennis, giggle—sat at the other end of the room.

 As
soon as we’d entered, and the bikers noticed us, they started clapping,
cheering, and swearing. One cheer caught my attention, “Christ, 'bout time you
claimed all of her.”

 Holy shit.

 Had
they heard, seen, or watched?

 I
knew my cheeks were flaming red, and I gripped Talon's hand tightly.

 “H-how?”
I whispered to Talon, but apparently, I hadn't said it low enough, because it
was Blue who answered.

 “Baby,
Talon wouldn't walk in 'ere with a smile on his face after findin' out you'd
been kidnapped. And you just confirmed what we guessed was happening.”

 I
was more than embarrassed; I was annoyed and pissed. “Oh. My. God. Shut up.
Seriously? Right, from now on, no one talks about me and Talon in front of me
and Talon—unless, that is, Talon wants guy time and I've pissed him off in some
way and he needs to vent. But that's it. We do not—” I turned to Talon,
glaring. “Talk about our private time to anyone. Well, except for me, of
course. I mean, come on, that's a given; I'm a woman and we talk about this
stuff...I think
I'll
shut up now.” I crossed my arms over my chest,
stalked to the table, and plopped down in the chair at the end of the table
while the room erupted in laughter.

 “Shhhit,
brother, where can I get me one of her?” Someone asked.

 Talon,
grinning like a fool, walked over, pulled me out of my chair, sat down, and
then tugged me down onto his lap. I tried to move, but he wouldn't have it.

 “She's
one-of-a-kind, and what she says, goes. No one is to embarrass her like that
again. 'Less you want to hear her rant once more.” Talon chuckled as I jabbed
him in his side with my elbow.

 Seconds
later, all joking left Talon's body. He stiffened, and eying Blue, Griz, and
Pick he asked, “Right, who wants to start with why the fuck my woman was
tasered, taken, and got free without me knowing about it?”

 The
whole room took on a tenser atmosphere, as if Talon was a lion and they were
waiting for him to attack. Maybe that ‘Talon and Zara happy, fun time' hadn't
sedated his...pissed-off-ness?

 “Honey,
can’t this wait 'til morning? I'm tired, and I'm sure all the fellas are as
well. It's been a long night; can't we just go home?”

 “No,
kitten.”

 I
rolled my eyes, sighed, and looked heavenward.

 “Well,
don't blame me if I pass out from exhaustion and hit my head on the table, get
a concussion and then have to go to hospital—”

 “Babe.”
Talon smiled when I looked down at him. “I'd catch'ya; your head would never
touch the table.”

 Oh,
wasn't that sweet, but he was totally missing the point. I needed a bed and
now.

 “I'm
spent. Being kidnapped, tasered, witnessing you tongue-bathing another woman,
fighting, yelling, and mind-blowing sex can do that to a person.”

 Hands
slapping the table, laughter, chuckling, and shouting made me realize I had
just said that aloud.

 
Holy
crab cake.

 With
wide eyes, I looked down at Talon's satisfied face and uttered, “I said that
out loud.”

 “Yep.”
He nodded, his eyes laughing.

 “See?”
I whined. “I'm tired. I need sleep, honey, and now. Plus, I want the kids to
wake up with a parent home.”

 “All
right, babe.”

 I
grinned. “We're going home?” I asked, as the bikers around the table talked and
joked amongst themselves.

 “You
are. I need to find out what happened. I can't have anyone think they can do
that shit to my woman without payback —”

 “Talon,
please. It was a mistake. Don't do anything to Travis—”

 “I
might just visit him, kitten. But if I don't like what he says, then we're
gonna have problems.”

 “There
won’t be a problem. He's nice; he's got a daughter, and we're going to catch up
for coffee one day—”

 “What
the fuck, babe?”

 I
sighed. “Don't worry, honey...hey, that rhymes—worry-honey.” I giggled to
myself. Yep, I was way overtired now. “Anyway, you don't have to worry. He’s
got a thing for Violet, and a history. So she'll be coming with me when we
catch up, a-a-and, if you want to work things out with your sister, it may be
good not to
off
the guy she likes.”

 Talon
shook his smiling face. “You make friends wherever you go, even after the guy
fuckin' kidnaps you. Babe, get your ass home for that sleep before the kids
wake up.” He looked over my shoulder. “Pick, take Zara to my house.”

 “Sure,
boss,” Pick said, standing from the table, suddenly looking gloomy.

 “Kitten,
I need your mouth before you go; and don't worry...I won’t off the guy.”

 “Thanks,
honey.” I grinned and kissed my man.

P
ick drove for a long, silent, fifteen minutes. He seemed to have
something on his mind and any other time, I would have asked about it to see if
I could be of some help, but I was beat. We pulled onto a dirt driveway that
woundaround to a massive ranch-style home. It was the prettiest white,
weather-boarded house I had ever seen, with a large deck surrounding it.

 “Wildcat,
wait here a sec before we go in. I need to make a call.” Without an answer, he
climbed out of the car, shut the door, flipped his phone open, and placed it to
his ear. I couldn’t make out what was being said; he was speaking in a hushed
tone, but whatever it was, Pick didn’t seem happy about it at all. He waved his
free arm wildly in the air trying to get some message across that, obviously,
someone wasn’t getting.

 I
turned my attention back to the house; most lights were off except the porch,
and what I presumed would be the lounge. How had Talon afforded a place like
this? It looked as though—from what I could see in the dark—that along with the
house, there was some mighty big acreage going on.

 “Fuck,”
I heard yelled, bringing my gaze back to Pick just as he pounded the bonnet
with his fist. He swung the door open and snapped, “Let’s move.”

 Undoing
my belt, I got out and met him at the front of the car. “Pick, are you okay?”

 He
grabbed my upper left arm and pulled me toward the house. “No, Wildcat, I’m
not. I hate my fuckin’ life right now. All I ever do is try to protect my ma,
but she just keeps bringin’ shit into her life, and then I have to fuckin’ fix
it. It sucks.” We stopped just outside the front door as he turned me to face
him. “Shit, Zee, sorry.”