Chapter Twenty-Three

Talon

It's been just over a month since I shot the Carver Killer in self-defense. Although most of the brothers are used to death, it was a horribly traumatic situation for Kelly and her client. We talk about it off and on because that's all part of putting it behind us. Anabel got admitted to a long-term care unit for severely abused women. They say she'll be there for months, but hopefully she'll make some sort of recovery. I seriously doubt she's ever gonna trust a man again—not after the man who murdered her parents tricked her into some kind of fucked up relationship. No one knows why he did it, but it's clear that he was obsessed with her. I'm sure the real-life crime podcasts and TV shows will delight in throwing up theories about serial killers who fall in love with their victims, or would-be victims. Some serial killers like to take trophies and I wonder if he saw Anabel as the ultimate trophy.

Pushing all the bad shit to the back of my mind, I focus on happier things. I've got a surprise for my woman, and I hope she's gonna love it. Yeah, my woman. I took Rigs' advice and stopped listening to the inner demons that were telling me that we were going too quickly. It is true, when you know, you know.

It's a perfect lazy Saturday, Kelly has the weekend off and we've just had a glorious two hours of fucking to get the day started. Truth be told I can't get enough of her, and sitting on the edge of the bed watching her get ready I'm doing all I can not to grab her and go for round two—or is it five? Ah, fuck it, I slide behind her while she's tying up her hair, and cup her breasts and kiss the back of her neck.

"Mmm… looks like my man is insatiable today," she says with a laugh.

I love hearing her laugh, after what happened with Cooper, I hoped it wouldn't weigh too heavy on her mind, but she's resilient. I say, "When my woman is as fuckable as you, then what is a man to do?"

She spins around and fixes me with a mock hard stare, "So that's all I am to you?"

"Come on babe, you know I love you for your brains."

Her mouth hangs open in shock, and I suddenly realize what I've said. Once those three little words are out there's no taking them back. Not that I want to, "I love you, Kelly." I say it again, just in case she didn't get it the first time.

"I love you too, Talon," she says with a broad smile and wraps her hands behind my neck pulling me in for a kiss.

Feeling her warm lips against mine is all it takes, and my cock is punching at my zipper. For fuck's sake, I'm like a horny teenager again.

"Do you reckon we have time for a quickie?" she says with a cheeky grin.

We're expected at the clubhouse in an hour's time, given that it takes forty minutes to ride there that's cutting it fine. But I'm always up for a challenge and before I know it, I'm easing her t-shirt over her head and she's unbuttoning my jeans.

When Kelly's lips wrap around my cock, I feel like I'm seeing sparks, that woman has some serious action and as her tongue swirls around the tip I have to steady myself on the set of drawers, "Fuck, babe, what are you doing to me?" I gasp as she's slurping and sucking.

She lifts her mouth off me and gazes up, her eyes glazed with lust and her lips wet. She leans back in and rubs her lips over my cockhead, as if on cue a pearly droplet of precum slips out. "Darlin' if you don't want me to shoot my load all down your pretty little throat, you better get those jeans off, toot sweet."

She obliges, and pretty soon her panties are thrown somewhere across the room. I'm on her before she knows what's happening. My tongue finds her sweet spot and I slowly lick along her slit and tease her clit. I know it drives her wild. As if on cue she parts her legs allowing me to see her glistening pussy.

Easing her back onto the bed I kneel over her and notch my cock at her entrance. She's more than ready, and I cup my hands under her ass and lift her to me, as she throws her legs over my shoulders. It only takes two strokes before I'm fully sheathed in her tight hole. God, nothing compares to feeling her pussy gripping me tight. She's soaked for me and I'm on the edge after her lips were wrapped around my shaft. I circle my hips and thrust deep, stroking her the way she likes with my thick cock. The way I'm holding her, her back is arched, and her breasts are jiggling with each rough thrust. I honestly can't think of a more erotic sight than seeing my woman lost in her own pleasure. She's moaning and I lift one hand off her ass and start stroking her clit in time to my thrusts. We're both getting close, and our breathing is ragged. I press the palm of my hand over her mound and grind her clit in the way I know she loves, and I'm rewarded with a cry as she starts to come on my cock. Her pussy grips down on my shaft and suddenly I explode in her, shooting my load deep inside. Fucking hell, this woman is all I need.

Finally, we come back down to earth, gasping and shaking. I lay her on the bad and her legs fall open giving me full view of her well-used pussy, my seed dripping out down her thigh. Never a more glorious sight did I see.

"I think we're gonna be late," I say to her, as my hand goes down to stroke her still swollen clit. I can feel my cock twitching in response.

***

Finally, we manage to leave the bedroom, and after another shower we're dressed and ready to go. Hopefully, we'll not be too late, but luckily the Savage Legion MC aren't sticklers for good timekeeping, and it's a club cookout so as long as we turn up with the promised cheesecake and slaw, then we'll be forgiven.

I've just packed the food in my motorcycle storage compartment, and now there's only one more thing I need to do. Kelly is reaching for her helmet and Legion property cut when I stop her. "You don't need that," I say.

She looks confused. A few weeks ago, I'd gotten her kitted out with one of our generic ‘Property of the Savage Legion MC' cuts to wear about town. It showed everyone in Las Salinas that if they messed with her, then they were gonna be in for some trouble. It was a property cut, but not a proper property cut. I hand her the box that I've had hidden behind the couch. Gordon, one of the prospects handed it to me last night and I've been looking forward to giving it to her ever since.

"Happy Birthday," I say holding out the large flat box.

"It's not my birthday yet," Kelly says with a laugh.

"Well, Happy Saturday, then. I wanted you to have this now, not in a month's time."

She tears open the box and I watch as she pulls out a butter-soft black leather vest. It's a ladies fit jacket so more tailored than the boxy property cut she's been wearing. She holds it up, and I can see her eyes are glistening.

"You like it?" I ask.

"I love it," she responds. "And I love you."

"Let's see how it looks then," before the words have left my mouth she's stuffing her arms in the sleeves. She spins around to show me.

The back has ‘Property of Talon' at the top, and ‘Savage Legion MC' embroidered on the bottom rocker. "Fits like a glove," she says.

"Did you really think I was gonna have my woman wearing that old cut I gave you?" I grin.

She shrugs, "I thought maybe this was what girlfriends wore, and wives got the custom."

"Babe, you are my old lady and I want everyone to know it."

The smile on her face makes it all worthwhile. What she doesn't know is that if I have my way, she's gonna be promoted to wife pretty damn soon. I've stopped worrying about how quickly our relationship is progressing, and instead I just enjoy the ride.

Being with Kelly is like being on the open road, she's my happy place, now, and for always.