15. Talon
15
TALON
“ T alon!” Cora’s voice echoes around the bay and I stand, my blood already pumping at the fight about to ensue. Her red-and-white sundress dancing around her thighs as she stomps over to me and her tits peeking out of the top of her dress have my mouth watering at the sight.
They’re perky and perfect and maybe smaller than they used to be? My brain is having trouble putting the pieces together, but hell if it matters because all I want is her.
She looks so damn sexy and I’m so sick of fighting with her. I’d rather put that sassy mouth to better use and then trail my palms over all that smooth, tanned skin.
“What can I do for you, Cora?” I say casually as I lean a hip against the reception desk and wait as she stalks over to me, red hair piled on the top of her head. Little pieces frame her face, her green eyes absolutely blazing as she stabs a finger into my chest.
“You can’t just take my truck!”
“I didn’t just take it. Aspen called me and I towed it here.” I grab her wrist and pull her flush against me. “I haven’t touched it, but I’d bet my last dollar it’s still the battery.”
She gasps, and I want to groan at all of that softness pressed to me.
“You should have called,” she hisses even as she rocks her hips, my dick already throbbing and begging to be inside her.
“I did,”—I pause for effect—“as soon as I made sure Aspen was safe.”
“Where’s your truck?”
“Keepin’ tabs on me?”
“It’s not outside.”
“Aspen took it because my brother was being an ass.”
“So, it runs in the family.”
“Who the hell is the dress for?”
“None of your damn business.”
“Right now, I’m makin’ it my business.”
“You can go to hell, Talon. I don’t have to explain a damn thing to you.”
“Say what you want, but I’m gonna fuck you against that wall in about thirty seconds,” I taunt as I grip her ass in two plentiful handfuls, squeezing hard, before dragging her up my body and taking a step. Her legs wrap around my waist, her ankles locking at my back. “Tell me now, Cora.”
“Stop talking.” Her expression is predatory. “Unless you’re just talk.”
“Last chance.” I punctuate each word because it’s important. We’ve never gotten close to this line, and I sure as hell don’t know what crossing it will mean for us.
But I want to find out.
“Stop being such a tease and fuck me,” she barks, her hands diving into my hair as her lips slam against mine. She’s rough—almost violent—like she’s marking me. The thought is so damn hot, my body reacting to Cora’s feral kind of possession as she nips at the tendon in my throat.
“God dammit, Firecracker.”
“I hate when you call me that.” She pulls back to look at me, her face flushed and her lips swollen and delicious.
“I know; that’s why I do it,” I admit as her back hits the cool, painted brick wall.
“I hate you,” she hisses before taking my mouth in another bruising kiss.
“Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”
“How do you not have a condom?”
“Garage isn’t my usual hookup spot.”
“You have a usual hookup spot?” Her eyes blaze with anger, and it’s such a fucking turn-on seeing her jealous like this.
“No.”
“Don’t lie to me,” she snaps, and I want to tell her she’s the only fucking woman that’s had my attention since she moved back to Magnolia Point, but I can’t because she’ll be outta here faster than the crab-leg special sells out at every restaurant in town.
“I’ve been busy,” I say instead, my jaw tight as I stare at her.
“Pull out.” Her teeth nip at the underside of my jaw as my hands find their way under her dress to knead the round globes of her ass.
“Cora.”
“Don’t read into it, Talon.” Her voice is a plea. “I’m safe and if you are then please just give this to me. Just this once.”
“I love hearin’ you beg.” The declaration is a roar that echoes around the bay, my one hand leaving her ass to flip up the hem of her dress. Light pink lace covers the pussy I’ve been dying to taste since I discovered what eating pussy was.
But later.
Because there’s no way this is a one-time thing. I’ve waited too long for Cora to just fuck me and forget me.
Not a chance.
Adrenaline pounding in my ears, my fingers grip the fabric and I pull, her gasp of indignation mingling with the sounds of the material ripping as I tear it from her body.
“I liked those,” she growls before whimpering as my thumb finds her clit.
“I like your bare pussy better.”
“You’re such a fucking barbarian.”
“And you love that about me.” I slip a finger inside her and curse at how tight she is. Leaning closer, I lick up the column of her throat, sucking her earlobe into my mouth as her head falls back against the wall.
“I don’t have to love anything about you to want your cock inside me.”
My lips curve up against her skin as I insert another finger, her body arching into me as I pump them in and out of her.
“How bad do you want me, Cora?” My fingers work her faster, her legs tightening around me as her orgasm builds. “I bet you’ve been dreaming of this.” The words are a tease and an accusation, but this is better than anything I imagined—because I sure as hell had dreamed of it. “How many times will you come for me?”
Crooking my fingers inside her, I watch as she comes apart, her face absolutely stunning as her release washes over her.
“More.”
The single word has me stealing her next breath, my tongue diving into her mouth as I work my belt and pants open.
“Pull your dress down. I want to see your tits.” She hesitates, and I have to wrench myself back to look at her, catching a flash of doubt in her eyes before it’s gone again. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Cora.”
“God, why do you have to argue? Just fuck me until I can’t walk so I can go home.”
Alarm bells ring in my head, but I can barely focus on them before she’s reaching between us, her slender fingers wrapping around my dick and guiding it to her core.
“Fuck.”
“Do it,” she taunts, dragging the head through her wetness. “Hard and fast and don’t stop.”
Cora doesn’t give me a chance to respond, just impales herself on my length, both of us cursing at me finally being inside her.
I’ve never felt anything better.
Nothing will ever come close to this.
But I can’t dwell on it—not right now.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I pin her to the wall with my body, then piston in and out of all that tight, wet heat.
And she takes it—moaning and writhing and begging me for more.
Her submission is the sweetest fucking thing, a reward I don’t yet deserve.
But I will.
I’ll make damn sure of it.
I can feel her walls tightening around me, but I don’t want her to come. It’s too soon and I just know that once she comes down from the high, she’ll be out of here before I can tuck my dick into my pants.
“Not yet,” I plead.
“It’s too good. Oh my God, Talon, right there.” She screams my name and that’s all it takes for both of us to fall over the edge. Her orgasm is like a tidal wave, crashing on the shore, the intensity squeezing me like a vise grip, barely giving me enough time to pull out. My release paints her thigh and the part of her belly not covered by her dress.
She’s breathing hard, but I can already see the way she’s shutting down—shutting me out.
Dammit all to hell.
Walking us into my office, I set her down, easing myself gently from between her legs before grabbing some tissues. She takes them from me and wipes at the mess I made, and that simple act has my stomach dropping to the floor.
“Cora,” I try as I clean up before hastily fixing my jeans.
“Is it okay to deal with the truck tomorrow?” she asks like she didn’t just realign my world.
“What?”
“The truck.” She drops the used tissues in the trash and looks up at me, the pleasure she wore just moments ago replaced with a mask of indifference. “Can we deal with it tomorrow or do you need the space in the garage? I’ll pay your fee to keep it overnight.”
“Tell me what just happened. Tell me what I did,” I beg, taking a step forward, my feet halting when she takes one back.
Away from me.
“You didn’t do anything.” Her normally fiery green eyes dart to the side, and I scrub a hand over my face and curse because now all I smell is her. “I just need to go.”
“Cora.”
“Don’t make this something it’s not.”
Don’t make this something it’s not.
She stares at me, the words don’t make me say this was a mistake an unspoken threat that has my hand balling into a fist at my side as I stand to my full height.
If she wants to play games, I’ll play.
She presses her lips together as she looks me up and down, taking another step back so she doesn’t have to crane her neck to look at me.
“I’ll be in tomorrow to figure out the truck, okay?”
“Sure.” The word is a slow drawl, and I can see the way she swallows hard, not missing how loaded my response is.
“Night,” she squeaks out, and I cross my arms over my chest as she backs toward the door.
“We’re gonna talk about this.”
“I know.”
“I don’t want you to run.”
Her eyelids flutter shut for the briefest of seconds before she meets my gaze. “Tonight I have to.”
“You’ll make it up to me.” The statement hangs between us—a challenge.
“I guess we’ll see.”