Chapter 12
TWELVE
Going from living with my dad to Talon and Sawyer was a bit of a learning curve. Not because living with two boys is difficult, but because I'm in a place I can actually enjoy. Being welcome where I live is a change I haven't quite gotten used to.
Gone are the days of shrinking myself down and walking on eggshells to avoid being seen. I don't want to be invisible and quiet anymore. If I want to listen to music and sing at the top of my lungs, I can, and I'm not judged for it. In fact, Sawyer often joins in with me—he knows a surprising number of Taylor Swift songs.
A lot of things have changed for me, but one thing that has always remained the same is my love of fiction. Because of that, Talon and Sawyer were kind enough to turn one of the oversized walk-in closets in the room into a little book nook for me. As much as I love spending time with them, it’s nice to get away and have a space to myself where I can be comfortable for the first time.
They decked it out with handmade shelves built into the wall, lined with just about every book on my Tbr. I would have been happy to go to and from the library whenever I wanted one of them, but having my own copies to annotate and write notes in is special, especially since I have actual friends now. Friends who listen to my recommendations about books and want me to lend them copies.
I'm in the book nook, sitting in the overstuffed chair with a throw blanket tossed over my legs, when Talon knocks on the door. “Enter!” I shout, marking my place in the book and smiling up at him.
“What porn are you reading now?” Talon asks as he picks up the book and reads the title.
“It's not porn. It's art,” I say, snatching the book away from him to protect my ego just a bit. “I wouldn't expect you to understand that.”
Talon rolls his eyes and laughs at me before pulling a small package out from under his shirt. It's in a shiny gift box with a ribbon tied around it. He can clearly see that I'm confused about why I'm being given a gift right now, and he shrugs.
“This is just a little something I wanted to give you,” he says, urging me to open it.
I lean in and give him a quick peck on the cheek as I untie the ribbon and carefully set it aside because it's beautiful, and I don't want to ruin it. I take the lid off the box and gasp when I see what's inside.
The picture of my mom and me, which my dad ripped to shreds a month ago, is perfectly restored in front of me. My mouth hangs open as I carefully pick up the frame it's in and look at it with tears streaming down my face.
“How did you do this?” I asked, not fully understanding but feeling overjoyed by the gesture. “It was completely ruined.”
“I helped one of the guys from the yearbook photo editing team get a date for prom, and he put this together for me,” Talon says, looking at me eagerly.
“I can't believe you did this. This is so thoughtful.” I have to hold back tears as I hold the photo close to my chest. I'm beyond grateful that Talon would go out of his way to restore this for me.
I toss the book I'm reading aside, not even caring if I dent any of the pages, and wrap my arms around him.
“I love you, Merrit,” he whispers as I hold him close. “I'll do everything in my power to make sure you have everything you need, and you need to have that back.”
“Oh, I love you too,” I say through soft tears. “I have for so long, and I'm so thankful for everything you do.”
He kisses me and dries my tears with his fingers before pulling away from me. Looking down at him, I can't help but feel turned on. If it's not from him being extremely attractive, it's from the fact that he went so far out of his way to do something good for me. Never in my wildest fantasies would I have imagined being this lucky.
Whenever I want to be with him, I rarely have to actually say the words. All I have to do is bite my lower lip and raise my eyebrows, and then he immediately knows what's on my mind. I do just that right here, and within a moment, he's tossing his shirt on the floor, letting me see his perfectly chiseled torso.
He pushes me back on the overstuffed chair, happy to see that all I'm wearing is one of his T-shirts and a pair of panties. He pulls them down quickly and presses his mouth between my legs. I close my eyes and moan as his tongue flicks over my clit and sends shock waves of pleasure through my body.
“Just like that,” I moan, running my fingers through his hair to hold him closer to me. He sucks my clit in his mouth and teases it, moaning against me from his building desire.
After a few minutes, I'm crying out and arching my back in front of him as he slides a finger inside me and slowly moves it in and out. After the night that Sawyer watched us, I've made a point to be extra loud with my moans, hoping he’s somewhere nearby listening. In my reading nook, sandwiched between both his and Talon’s rooms, I'm almost positive he does.
When I finish coming, Talon stands up and lowers the waistband of his sweatpants to free his already hard cock. He doesn't waste a second before shoving it deep inside me, both of us groaning as we feel each other.
“I’ll never get tired of this,” Talon groans as he pushes my shirt up and sucks on one of my breasts.
I try to say something back, but my thoughts are muted as he pumps his cock deep inside me. I can hardly control what I'm thinking as the need for him to help me come again is so overwhelming.
Eventually, he stands up and turns me around, shoving his cock back deep inside me when I'm on all fours, my back arched high for him. This position is a newer one for us, but every time we've been in it, I've had the most incredible orgasms.
I bury my face in the plush chair and grip the fabric with my fingers as he relentlessly pumps deeper inside me, losing control of himself. After a few minutes, my pussy clenches around him, and I feel him stiffening more as he throbs and squirts while he explodes inside me.
He collapses on the chair next to me when both of us are done, and we devolve into a fit of laughter. He wraps an arm around me and holds me close.
“I'm so happy to have found you,” Talon says, kissing my forehead and brushing my hair behind my ear.
“You have no idea,” I say as I stare into his dark blue eyes, more thankful than I've ever been for any person. “You saved me from something very dark. I'll never be able to thank you enough.”
“Just you being here is more than enough,” Talon says as he sweeps me into his arms and holds me close.
It's hard not to get teary-eyed hearing him say it. But I know that he's earnest and means every word of it. For the first time in ten years, I'm here with someone who truly wants me. There's no greater feeling in the world.
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