Page 34 of Unconditional

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Kissing Misely was otherworldly.Kissing her allowed me a brief reprieve from the song that had been playing on repeat from the first moment I tasted her.The one that said, ‘I’m so fucked’ over and over and over because I could not get kissing Misely out of my head.Or touching her.Or smelling her.Or listening to her ramble or bitch or yell.Or those cute little sounds she makes when she’s eating something sinfully sweet.

I knew what was happening and even feeling powerless to stop it, I knew I had to try.Because against all odds, I was really beginning to like the girl.And maybe ‘like’ was far from a strong enough word but I wasn’t brave enough to admit that yet, after only a few days in her presence.And getting her tangled up in my web would be the worst thing for her.Look what getting involved with a member of the MacArthur clan had done to her friend; forced to pack up and ship off across the country under an alias, completely upending all of their lives.

I couldn’t do that to Misely too.Everything I’d already put her through was more than enough, and this was all assuming she was dealing with a similar affliction as I…which I highly doubted she was.

So, I resigned myself to taking what she would give me now—a physical connection to blow off some steam for the duration of this trip.Once it was over and I had secured my brother, we would go our separate ways and I’d never darken her doorstep again.

Misely bit down on my lower lip hard enough to break the skin, forcing my attention to remain on her.I groaned, my eyes shuddering closed as lust flooded my senses.Her nails, manicured and sharp, dug into my scalp.Her grip on my hair pulled me tightly to her.This didn’t feel so much like a kiss as it did a battle.She thought she was fighting for dominance but I recognized it for what it really was.The never-ending war for control.In life, in bed, in all things.I didn’t have the heart to tell her I’d been fighting the same battle for years and was only just beginning to accept that it’s a losing one.

In fact, meeting her had been the catalyst to that awakening.There was no control to be had where she was involved.Only chaos.Like a damn tornado.Like the absolute terror she was.

I said as much, moving my mouth to her neck, whispering into the shell of her ear, “You are a terror.A completeterror.”

“Maybe,” she whispered, her husky voice the definition of arousal and sex.“But I get the feeling that you like it.”

Fuck, I did.I liked it so much I could hardly contain myself as I shifted, pulling her over me to straddle my lap.It was a tight fit on the van’s small futon bed, but we’d make do.Without missing a beat, Misely pulled her sweater over her head, and then we were fumbling to remove every last scrap of our clothing, tossing it haphazardly.

When we’d finally thrown the last sock to the side, she climbed back over me, her eyelids hooded and cheeks flushed pink.I was thankful to see the bruise that had marred her cheek over the last week had faded to nearly nothing, but the love bites along the length of her neck were bold and claiming.

I had done that.And unlike the other marks I’d given her, she hadn’t tried to hide them under her perfectly applied makeup.Even her hair was tied into a loose knot, leaving the hickeys on full display.I grew impossibly harder at the sight, and the next words that left my mouth were unbidden.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

Misely’s eyes lit as she looked down, her body crawling over mine.She settled her knees above each of my shoulders, giving me a perfect view of the perfectly pink flesh between her legs.

Lips quirking at their edges, she lowered herself down onto my mouth.“I do.”I would’ve laughed, thrilled with the return of her confidence, but I was lost to the taste of her.Sweeter than any candy.If I thought that kissing her was otherworldly, then sinking my tongue into her tight heat was catastrophic.

When her hips began to glide over me, taking her pleasure from me like it was owed to her, I had to grab my cock and squeeze tightly to stave back the orgasm that was already shooting like lightening down my spine.Over and over again she slid over my mouth, using me for her pleasure and I was gone to it.With every slide of her hips, she grew wetter, her moans overpowering the roaring winds outside.I kept my gaze fixed on her as I devoured her, lost in her ecstasy.

She came with a hoarse scream, her hips shaking so hard I had to grab them to keep her fixed to my mouth while she rode out her orgasm, my tongue diving inside her to relish every drop of her sweet release.I needed to have her, to be inside of her, to feel her everywhere.

Throwing her down, I crawled over her again, pressing wet sloppy kisses to her mouth.She groaned when I slid two fingers inside of her, stretching her and readying her to be filled.“Nothing has ever felt as good as you.”It was a near silent confession that I hoped she hadn’t heard, but if she had I didn’t give her time to respond before sinking into her in one harsh thrust.

twenty-four

Misely

Everythoughtthathadplagued me was lost to the feel of him inside me.Really there was no other option; Talon was all consuming.Every time our hips met as he bottomed out, I was forced to bite back a scream, overwhelmed with the size of him, the feel of him.He was everywhere, all at once, and though the idea of that might bring me pause when I was back in my right mind, in this moment all I could think washis,I’m his.

I wanted him to take from me, wanted to take from him until our breath ran out.Andgod, he took.Punching into me hard enough to rock the van, my legs wrapped tightly around his back as I met his pace.

“Is this what you needed, baby?”He whispered hoarsely into my ear.I moaned, trying to form the words impossible.

“Say it, Blondie.Tell me what you need.”Deft fingers reached between us to pinch my clit, his cock stretching me to capacity.I gasped, a whimper pulled from my lips as lightening shot through my body at the sensation.

“You, I need you.Talon,please.”My legs were quaking around him, my body spent as I sit on the precipice of my orgasm.His golden eyes turned feral, hands moving to grip my thighs and pull them over his shoulders.Then he began working my clit with his thumb, in short, tight circles while he continued to pump into me at a languid pace.When I came, I screamed out his name, reaching up to grip his face and pull it down to me in a demanding kiss.

Talon fucked me until we were both boneless and out of breath, our sweat slickened bodies sticking together in the post coital pile we’d created in the center of the small bed.We’d created our own little world in the van; blankets tangled around our ankles, and the windows so fogged we couldn’t see the blizzard still raging outside.Our breathing was ragged, hearts beating erratically.I could hear his clearly, with my ear pressed to his bare chest.

We hadn’t done this the times before; cuddled.It wasn’t something I liked to do with anyone after James.The other times I’d been with Talon, it had been hasty and rushed.And even though this could just as easily be classified as ‘in the heat of the moment,’ my stomach tightened knowing that it felt like something else entirely.

I wasn’t imagining things when I saw how angry Talon had gotten on my behalf.How earnestly he’d looked at me, like I might actually be important to him.But I had to be crazy, right?Had to be imagining things, because how in the hell could my blackmailer, of all people, be looking at me like he might actually care if someone hurt my feelings?

What he’d said right before he’d slid inside of me bounced around in my head, and I tried—Ireallytried—to remind myself not to romanticize something that wasn’t there.Nothing has ever felt as good as you.Of course, he was talking about sex.He had to have been talking about sex.What else could there have been?

I wished for the thousandth time that I could call Birdie to tell her everything and ask for the advice I desperately needed—but that was impossible.Birdie would tell me I was insane and I would believe her.Right before calling me a traitorous whore because that’s how I felt.At least that’s how I felt when I wasn’t distracted by howgoodI felt.Talon had this way of melting the bones beneath my skin from head to toe, leaving me a languid, satisfied puddle beside him.Sex hadneverfelt so good.It had never felt so right.And that was rather alarming.

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