Chapter 12

The next morning, I woke up tangled in Talon’s arms, feeling more rested and content than I had in years. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I tilted my head up to look at Talon, admiring the way his long dark lashes fanned across his cheeks as he slept.

As if sensing my gaze, his eyes fluttered open, green meeting blue. A slow smile crept across his face.

“Morning, angel,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.

“Morning,” I replied softly, unable to keep the smile off my face.

Talon’s hand trailed lazily up and down my bare back, sending shivers through my body. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.

I stretched languidly against him, assessing the damage. I giggled, “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk right for a week, and yet, I feel amazing.”

His cock twitched against my hip at those words, and I laughed again.

“However, Mister fucking Sex God,” I said, rolling over and straddling his stomach, “I need a shower - and some breakfast.” As if on cue, my stomach grumbled loudly.

Talon chuckled, his hands coming to rest on my hips. “Sex God, huh? Has a nice ring to it.” With a playful growl, he suddenly flipped us over, pinning me beneath him. I squealed in surprise, laughing as he peppered kisses along my neck.

“How about we multitask?” he murmured against my skin. “Shower first, then I’ll cook you breakfast.”

I arched an eyebrow at him. “Can you even make anything besides bacon and eggs?”

He pulled back, feigning offense. “I’ll have you know I make a mean stack of pancakes.”

“Alright then,” I grinned, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Lead the way, Chef Nash.”

In one swift motion, Talon sat up and scooped me into his arms, carrying me to the bathroom. He set me down on the counter and turned on the shower, steam quickly filling the small space.

As the water warmed up, Talon stepped between my legs, his hands roaming my body. “First,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my neck, “we get clean.” His lips trailed down to my collarbone. “Then,” another kiss, lower this time, “I feed you.” He nibbled on my nipple, sending a shockwave through my core.

I gasped as his mouth moved lower, his tongue tracing a path down my stomach. “And then?” I breathed, tangling my fingers in his hair.

He looked up at me, his green eyes dark with desire. “Then I spend the rest of the day making you scream my name.”

Before I could respond, he lifted me off the counter and carried me into the shower. The warm water cascaded over us as Talon set me down and pressed me against the cool tile wall. His lips found mine in a searing kiss, his hands roaming my body as the steam swirled around us.

I moaned into his mouth as he hitched my leg up around his waist, his hard length pressing against my core. With one swift motion, he thrust inside me, filling me completely.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my head falling back against the tile, “Talon!”

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After throwing some clothes on, we headed downstairs. As we reached the kitchen, I was relieved to see no sign of Jake. After last night’s confrontation, I wasn’t quite ready to face him yet.

Talon moved confidently around the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients for pancakes. I perched on a stool at the counter, watching him work. There was something incredibly sexy about seeing this big, tough biker so at ease in a domestic setting.

“So,” I said, breaking the comfortable silence, “what’s actually on the agenda for today?”

Talon glanced up from where he was mixing batter. “Well, I’ve got some club business to take care of this afternoon. Nothing too exciting, just some paperwork and inventory at the garage.” He poured the batter onto the hot griddle. “What about you? You working tonight?”

I nodded, “Yeah, not until later though.”

“Perfect,” Talon said as he flipped the pancakes. “That means I’ve got you all to myself for a few hours.”

I felt a flutter in my stomach at his words. “Oh really? And what exactly did you have in mind for those hours?”

He turned off the stove and stalked towards me, his movements predatory. “I think you know exactly what I have in mind, angel,” he murmured, pulling me flush against his body.

I gasped as he lifted me onto the counter, stepping between my legs. His lips crashed into mine in a searing kiss that left me breathless. Just as things were heating up, we heard the front door open.

Talon pulled away from me with a groan of frustration, turning back to the stove as we heard Jake’s voice call out reluctantly, “Hello? Anyone home? Anyone naked?”

“In here,” Talon boomed as Jake walked into the kitchen, looking slightly hungover. An awkward silence fell upon the room as he took in the scene before him - me perched on the counter in Talon’s t-shirt, Talon standing shirtless at the stove.

“Morning,” Jake grunted, making his way to the coffee pot.

“Morning,” Talon and I sang in unison, exchanging a glance.

“Want some pancakes?” Talon asked, breaking the brief silence as he turned to Jake.

“I’m good… thanks. Heading to the club early. Got some shit to take care of.” Jake mumbled, sipping his coffee.

The tension in the kitchen was palpable as Jake eyed Talon and me warily over his mug. I shifted uncomfortably on the counter, pulling Talon’s shirt down further over my bare legs.

“So,” Jake said finally, setting down his mug. “I guess this is really happening, huh?”

I glanced at Talon, who had turned back to the stove to flip the pancakes. His jaw clenched, but he remained silent.

“Yeah,” I said softly, meeting Jake’s gaze. “It is.”

Jake sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Look, I meant what I said last night. I don’t feel great about it, but I can see there’s no stopping it. Just… be careful, okay?” His eyes softened as he looked at me. “Both of you.”

I nodded as he drained the last of his coffee and set the mug in the sink. “Alright, I’m heading out. Try not to break anything while I’m gone,” he said with a pointed look at Talon.

As he reached the doorway he turned back, suddenly remembering something. “Oh, Laura. Kat called. She wants to meet with you this afternoon to go over some paperwork.”

I nodded, grateful for the change of subject. “Okay, thanks. I’ll give her a call after breakfast.”

As soon as we heard the rumble of Jake’s bike in the driveway, I giggled. “Well, that wasn’t awkward at all.”

Talon laughed, shaking his head. “Give him some time. He’ll get used to it.”

As we ate our breakfast, Talon filled me in on some of the club’s legitimate business ventures - the garage, a towing company, even a food truck that made the rounds at local events. It was fascinating getting a glimpse into this world that had always been just on the periphery of my life.