Chapter Sixteen

Kelly

We head out of Las Salinas towards the park, for a moment I think that's where Talon is taking us, but then he takes an exit and heads off towards the forest. We've been on the road for almost an hour, before he pulls up outside a wooden cabin beside a large lake. The cabin is decent sized, with a wraparound porch. Talon gets off his bike and helps me off. I unbuckle my helmet and leave it on the seat.

"Wow, your cabin is more like a country lodge."

"Yeah, I built it myself." Holding out one hand, he tugs me forward. "You're going to like my hidden cabin in the woods."

Two younger men wearing cuts open the door as we are coming up the steps. As one turns around, I see that it says ‘Prospect' on the back.

A dark-haired guy with the name Harvey on a chest patch speaks, "We weren't expecting you today, sir. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just wanted someplace private to bring my lady friend. You can stay. Tell the other prospects to skedaddle. They can come back later tonight, but text me first, no turning up unannounced."

"Yes, sir. Can I get you anything else?"

"Whiskey, neat for me."

He glances at me. I'm pretty sure that they only have whiskey, and maybe vodka, but I jokingly say, "Amaretto." A ghost of a smile jumps onto Talon's face. "Bring amaretto sour for my lady friend."

"Yes, sir. Will you be needing anything to eat?"

"Maybe later. We just had breakfast."

Taking me by the hand, he leads me into the cabin. The interior has been painted a nice shade of moss green. Comfortable pieces of coordinating furniture are strewn around. There's a big screen television mounted on the wall, and the living room is decorated in a hunting lodge theme. I can see a spacious bathroom off to the side. It was a nice set up, from what I could see of it. The cabin was two and half stories and might even have a basement. I'm assuming that it must have at least five bedrooms, unless the prospects are all bunking down together. Considering that Talon owns his own construction business, I'm not surprised he's built a cozy lakeside retreat for himself.

We sit down, side-by-side on the sofa and wait patiently for our drinks.

"You have a nice place here, Talon. Why were you holing up in the clubhouse instead of coming out here?"

He turns to me and shrugs. "I'm not entirely sure. Maybe I don't like the prospects seeing me at my worst since I'm supposed to be one of their mentors."

I try to be insightful, and also, I'm a bit curious. "Maybe you were subconsciously avoiding the cabin because that's where you and Sandra used to come for romantic getaways?"

He snorts a laugh. "Sandra was never interested in nature. She was a shopaholic, and preferred the sights and sounds of Las Salinas Plaza shopping mall. She avoided my little wilderness retreat like her life depended upon it."

"So, you came here with your pals instead," I guess.

He took off his boots and shoved them aside. "I use it when I'm out hunting and a place for the prospects to stay when there isn't room at the clubhouse."

"That's generous of you."

"I used to come here to hide out when my old lady got to be too much of a headache, and I needed to get away."

From all accounts, it really doesn't sound like their marriage was a happy one. I decide to broach the subject that's been rolling around in my head since earlier in the police station. "It's strange there are zero leads on who took your wife's life. If the only strange thing that happened in the recent past was that automobile accident, do you think it could be related?"

Talon shakes his head. "I honestly don't see how. It was a fender bender that she walked away from."

"You said she was freaked out though and got angry with you. That doesn't make a lot of sense."

Talon's voice is firm, "I know you're just trying to help, but I don't think you understand that everything Sandra didn't like pissed her off. It's just the way she was."

"Since there are zero leads and it doesn't look like the cops are in any hurry to do anything, now you're no longer suspect number one, I think we should look into things ourselves. What harm can it do? Maybe see if there was anything unusual about that accident."

He gives a heaving sigh, "Fine. If you think digging into a minor car accident from two years ago will be productive, we can do that first thing in the morning."

"Why don't you get your Zen friend to see what he can dig up online? It might save us a lot of legwork."

"Hey, who took my cute little social worker and replaced her with Columbo?"

I giggle at the reference to the old TV detective, my grandma used to love his shows. "Maybe I need to get a raincoat and hat then?"

"Sexy," he jokes and pulls out his phone and dashes off a quick text message while I wait patiently.

Harvey hustles in with the liquor and begins to mix drinks for us at a snack bar on the other side of the room. As we watch, a long silence spins out between us.

When Harvey brings our drinks. I can't wait to get a taste, my amaretto is heavenly. My drinking experience is limited, but I love its almondy taste.

I watch Harvey go back to the bar and begin prepping food for later, it's like he's our own personal butler. Glancing back to Talon, I ask. "What's going on with the prospects? Are the men here paid house-sitters or what?"

"Harvey is a prospect. Prospects guard, protect, and serve their club brother by running errands, and doing odd jobs to prove their value to the club. He's coming up on the end of his year prospecting. Once he's a brother, the proving period is done. Another prospect will take his place. We value the lives of every prospect and most especially every brother."

"What drew you to MC life?"

"I always loved riding, and I like the whole ethos and brotherhood the club brings. Many of my brothers are ex-military and the founder, Claw, created it as a place for directionless young men, or veterans looking to find their place in civilian life and regain their sense of purpose."

"I guess before I got to know you, I was like a lot of people, thinking that bikers were all villains and drug runners," I say, a bit embarrassed that I believed that stereotype.

I don't know if I touched on a sensitive point because Talon's expression darkens. "We lost our way after Claw was killed—his successor, Butch, tried to get the club involved in some shady shit and we almost fell apart. But decency prevailed, and here we are, with Claw's son at the helm following in his old man's dream for the club."

"Is your group large according to MC standards?"

"We only have one charter, it's located here in Las Salinas. It has thirty-six brothers. However, we are allied with several other clubs, meaning we can raise a standing army of close to a hundred and fifty fighters at any given time."

"Raising armies is something most people don't really have to think about," I tell him.

"It's not something that we like to think about either, but on occasion it's saved our skin."

"Am I allowed to ask how the club works?" I know I'm being nosy, but I really am quite fascinated to get a glimpse into a lifestyle I've only just read about.

"Sure, sweetheart. It's not a secret. Our club officers are responsible for seeing that every member of our club has a job and earns enough to live comfortably and support his family. They deal with the day-to-day running, recruiting, and disciplinary issues. In addition to some of us who have our own businesses, we also have legitimate club businesses, like the bar in town, and a security company. We have club medics, a club doctor, and a club attorney—that's Smoke, and his old lady, Serena—who are free for any club member who needs medical or legal care. Each club member pays dues and is responsible for contributing what he can labor wise, to ensure the club is strong and resilient."

"That sounds like a lot of responsibility for each of you. No wonder you need a break every now and then."

"Most of the responsibility falls on our club officers. They keep our club functioning and the brotherhood healthy. Those men work together to keep everything tucked in around the edges. I consider being in the Savage Legion the greatest honor of my life."

Harvey walks up with a huge round tray. Setting it down, he refills our drinks.

"Thank you," Talon says with a smile.

The prospect hovers around us for a bit before saying, "Is that everything?"

"Yep," he glances over at me and then adds, "You wanna take off on a ride, maybe go fishing for a couple of hours?"

"Sure thing boss, you want me to text you when I'm coming back?"

Talon's voice sounds a bit husky when he says, "I'll text you. We might be busy for a while."

Harvey blushes bright red at that—and I feel my cheeks start to burn too—the prospect takes the hint and after tidying up the bar area he leaves though the front door.

"Isn't that sweet," I comment. "He made hors d'oeuvres."

Shaking his head, Talon tosses a canape into his mouth. "That's all he ever makes. No matter whether we ask for a meal or tell him we aren't hungry, he makes finger food. If the club ever opens an event catering business I'm putting him down as kitchen manager."

I laugh at the mental image of a rough and tough MC catering company working at swanky functions. But who knows? Stranger things have happened. "Who in their right mind could object to tasty appetizers?" Grabbing a tiny grilled steak bite with blue cheese on the top, I pop it into my mouth. It was glorious.

Meanwhile Talon grumbles good-naturedly, "What kind of man compulsively makes and eats only appetizers? I don't know what kind of brother he's gonna make."

Popping another hors d'oeuvre into his mouth, he states grudgingly, "The man can cook, I'll give him that."

Deciding to jump to another conversation I say, "You've got a nice lakeside cabin, Talon. Why didn't you come here instead of camping out in the park."

Looking up at me, he shrugs. "Five men stay here on the regular. It's not where I come on the fly to be alone with my thoughts, I was pretty messed up that night. Plus, the fishing is better at the park, and I was hungry for trout."

"I guess that makes sense."

"You sure have a lot of questions today. Is that a regular thing for you?"

"Maybe," I respond with a guarded grin. "I'm a curious person by nature. If there is a mystery, I normally want to solve it."

"Just so you know, sweetheart, I'm a person not a mystery to be solved." His voice is light and teasing, so I know he doesn't mind my probing questions."

"Why can't you be both, a mysterious person, or a person of mystery and intrigue?"

"Do I have to be mysterious to hold your interest?

I move closer and come to my knees on the sofa beside him. He wraps one arm around me and tugs me closer. I place one hand on his t-shirt clad chest and slide my hand up so I can run my finger around his neckline, barely touching his flesh.

"You like touching me, don't you?" He sounds pleased about it.

"Yeah, I do like touching you. I like being touched by you and just spending time talking to you. You're a fascinating man in a lot of ways."

He glances down to see my hand blazing a trail from his neckline to the front of his pants where his thick cock is making a noticeable bulge. I decide to be brazen, and trail a finger down his zipper seductively.

"You're being a very naughty girl," he growls in a rough, aroused tone.

"So what if I am? Is it a crime in these parts?" I shoot back teasingly.

"Naughty girls get stripped and fucked at my isolated cabin in the woods."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" I ask. I love teasing this man. It feels like we're escaping into a fantasy world to get away from our very serious life problems. Even that realization doesn't cause me to pause and consider whether this is such a good idea. In this moment, it's exactly what I need, it's what we both need.

Reaching down with one hand, he unbuttons his pants, the zipper is straining against his cock. "Go on darlin'. It won't bite."

I slowly pull down the zipper. This big biker is being playful and sexy. I can't help but wonder how out of character this is for him, he told me he'd never taken his wife here, and as a married man he'd been no cheater, so maybe I'm the first he's trying his moves on? Regardless, I find his behavior all kinds of adorable. Slipping my hand into his pants, I ease his ginormous cock out. He goes from semi hard to rock solid in an instant. My fingers don't touch when I try to wrap my hand around him.

"I definitely like playing show and tell with you."

"Most women do, it's always my cock and my money that draws them in," he says wearily.

Stroking him with one hand, I used the other to slip inside his pants to stroke his balls.

"Look handsome, I'm sorry that you've spent a lifetime hanging out with the wrong kind of women. If you think about it, they're probably like that with everyone, not just you. Therefore, it's not a you problem. It's a them problem."

"Is that so, sweetheart?"

"Sure is, I'm a good judge of character."

His eyes go dark for a second, "Shame those cops that wanted my ass for murder don't share your opinion."

I want to take his pain away, I want this time at the cabin to be about us, and not about what shit is going on in our lives, "Look, if those cops can't see what a good and decent person you are, then they don't deserve their badges."

He sucks in a deep breath, and I see him swallow thickly. I climb onto his lap facing him and continue stroking his cock. He tangles one hand possessively in my hair and pulls me close for a kiss. His lips are warm and soft, and his beard scratches against my cheek. Our tongues meet and my breath catches at how insistent he is. He kisses me like a drowning man reaching out for help. His hands slide beneath my sweater caressing my skin with his rough, work-calloused palms. I feel him push my bra up to cup my breasts. His fingers squeeze my breasts together and he toys with my nipples, I gasp as he tweaks them to hard points, and it feels like there's a direct connection between my nipples and my clit.

His cock gets smashed between as he pulls me closer so he can kiss his way down my neck, lingering to nip and lick as he goes along. He sucks one nipple as his other hand skims up my leg. His gigantic hand covers my mound, testing my responses though my jeans. I moan at the delicious sensation.

"You're aroused. I can smell it. Tell me, you're wet and longing for my cock."

"Any woman with two brain cells to rub together would be hot as hell for you."

"I don't give a fuck about other women. I only care about you right now."

For some reason, my brain catches the right now at the end of his sentence and I feel a spark of jealousy. But all that flies away when he unzips my jeans and crams his hand down the front of my pants. The second his thick finger slides effortlessly through my slick folds and runs around my opening, I know he's found out for himself how wet I am for him.

"Fuck, babe, you're soaking."

Cupping my hand, I slide my palm over the tip of his cock rubbing the pearly droplets of precum over the head. He moans in response.

"I'm soaked for you." I say, giving his balls a gentle squeeze.

He plunges one finger into my core and I clench around it.

"So fucking wet. I love the way your pussy tightens around me. Can't wait to feel you tighten around my cock."

Sliding his thumb over my clit makes me arch my back and moan with pleasure.

Suddenly, he pulls his hand out of my pants, picks me up and carries me to a bedroom. I was half expecting to find myself in something that looked like a college dorm room with sweaty socks, given the cabin was used by the prospects, but instead it's a nice airy room.

"This is mine," Talon says reading my thoughts.

We can't get our clothes off fast enough, and lying there on his soft bed waiting for him to come to me, I realize that a naked Talon is a beautiful sight. I'd seen his chest, when he helped me in the shower yesterday, and I'd gotten a glimpse of his ass earlier on when he changed. But fully naked he's a work of art. Literally, six foot three of sculpted muscle and intricate black and gray tattoos, I want to take a moment to feast my eyes on him, but my hot biker is hungry. He crawls along the bed and leans over me, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, letting his thick cock rest heavy against my stomach. Cupping my face in his hand he gives me a tender kiss made of all the things that he is. I run my hands up his back and gently scratch him with my nails.

Something about that sets him off. Our kiss turns passionate and then before I can catch my breath, he's moving down my body. He's hungry for my pussy and his devilish tongue teases and tastes until he discovers what drives me wild.

One thick finger spears me and it only takes him a few seconds to find my G-spot. He taps it as he sucks on my clit, leading to the most mind-blowing orgasm imaginable. I'm still riding the waves of passion, but he doesn't stop and the second orgasm makes me come so hard I'm screaming and moaning.

I tug him up and reach down to position the head of his cock at my weeping core. We were both embarrassingly wet, him with precum and me with the wetness of just having two mind blowing orgasms back-to-back that his cock keeps slipping out. He lifts himself up with both hands braced on the mattress on either side of my head and uses his hips to begin filling me with his thick cock. One roll of his hips after another helps him thrust his way inside. He is breaching me in a way I'd never felt before. If I hadn't been so wet it might have been uncomfortable, as it was, I felt stretched beyond belief, but it felt so damn good.

"You okay, darlin'?" He asks in a voice so deep it made me look up to see if it was really him.

I nod. "You're a lot, but it feels so good. I can take more of you."

"Don't be greedy, Kelly. You might end up with more of me than you can stand." His light teasing takes the edge off for me, and I reach up to smooth my hands down his chest.

I can tell he is taking it slow, but I swear that I can feel every single inch of him as he eases himself in. Pulling back slightly, he looks between our joined bodies and surges forward again, literally thrusting himself into my body.

He jerks his chin for me to look. "See how well we fit together?"

When I see his glistening cock pulling out and plunging back in, I meet his thrust, causing us to collide with one another.

"Careful, sweetheart. The last thing we need is for you injure yourself on my thick cock."

"I can't help it. You feel really good," I say breathlessly.

Another gentle roll of his hips and I can feel his balls against me. Damn, I've managed to take him all in. "You feel like a slice of heaven too, sweetness. Hang tight."

Pulling out, he surges back into my body, making me moan his name over and over again.

"I love to hear you say my name while I fuck you," he whispers.

After that, it is all about how loud he can make me scream his name, and I have to admit Talon was good at this game. Kissing and nipping at my neck as he hammers into me was the best kind of pleasure. Right up until he braces himself with one hand and uses the other to finger another orgasm out of me. His thrusts increase in intensity as he gets lost chasing the orgasms we both want so desperately. Now this was the best kind of way to spend an afternoon.

Seeing the expression of lust on his handsome face only heightens the pleasure for me.

My body clenches around his cock as another orgasm rips through my overwrought body. This time, it pushes him over the edge as well and I feel him explode in me. At that moment I suddenly realize he's emptying his seed into me, because neither of us had thought to use protection. I'm on the pill, but still, sex with a near stranger without a condom isn't a smart move. My head is buzzing from multiple orgasms, and I can't seem to order my thoughts, so instead I just allow myself to ride on the aftershocks of pleasure.

Pulling out, Talon moves to the side and curls his big body around me. When we're spooning, he pulls me close, and I feel my world going dark. The last thing I remember is the delicious ache between my thighs and him with a lock of my hair twirled around his finger as he whispers that it would be easy to fall in love with me. Strangely enough, this rough biker does make me feel cherished.

***

When we wake it's dark outside and I wonder how long we've been asleep. I shift slightly and immediately feel his hard cock pressed against my ass. I lift up my head and look over my shoulder to find Talon staring down at me with a self-satisfied smile on his face.

"You look very proud of yourself," I comment with a grin.

A look of pure male possessiveness jumps onto his face again. Looking down at me, he says "I'm going to make love to you properly, nice and slow, like you deserve."

I can't help the laugh that escapes my lips. "I don't know if I'll survive it but I'm willing to give it a try because God knows, sex with you is nothing short of amazing," I stop and remember what he'd told me about his wife and the women he knew before, so I quickly add, "Being with you is amazing. Not just the sex."

"Thanks for saying," he says with genuine pleasure.

I like that this man takes pride in giving as much pleasure as he gets. I shift around so I'm facing him. "Seriously, you are an amazing man, in bed and out. I'm lucky you rescued me that night on the mountain."

Talon reaches out, cups the back of my head and draws me close for a slow, sweet kiss. "I'm glad I was the one who found you limping down that road as well. Seeing you like that pulled out every protective instinct I had."

Turning I bring my arms up around him, taking a moment to run my fingers through his dark brown hair. "I appoint you as the official protector in this relationship. Whether it lasts for a day or a lifetime, I'll let you take care of keeping us safe. As for myself, I promise fight tooth and nail to protect what we have, I'll cover your back and when the going gets tough I won't ever let you down."

"You're smart, cute, and you have a good sense of humor. Those qualities should be rewarded."

I slide my hands down his chest and tell him, "Bring it on. You have the best rewards ever, ones worth working to earn."

We go another round and then lie awake talking until we smell steak cooking on the grill. By that time, we've more than worked up an appetite.

"The prospects!" he exclaims.

I look at him confused.

"I was gonna text them to say when they could come back."

I giggle, though then feel bad, if the poor guys have been sitting on the porch for hours waiting for us to be done. Going by the delicious smell, at least they showed some initiative. "Maybe we'd better let them in before they freeze to death or get eaten alive by mosquitos."