Page 41 of The Players We Hate
The truth landed hard as I was pressed against him. I was his. Even if he never said it, I already knew. And I didn’t want anything else.
The air between us was thick, heavy. Talon’s eyes never left mine, his fingers moving with a certainty that told me he knew what I needed before I did.
I was shaking, part of it from trying to hold on, part of it from the ache tightening low in my stomach. My thighs quivered with every drag of his thumb, and my breath caught when I couldn’t stay still anymore. I shifted without thinking, grinding against the ridge of his jeans.
That was when I felt him—hard, straining against the denim.
My heart slammed against my ribs. I stilled, afraid I’d pushed too far. Then his groan broke the silence, deep and raw, his fingers clutching harder at my waist.
“Fuck, Wren…” His voice was rough. “You’re gonna kill me.”
My pulse stumbled. Before I could second-guess it, I swung across his lap to straddle one of his legs. Talon sucked in a breath and shoved the console up behind me with a loud click, making room.
My dress rode higher as I moved, the cold leather pressing into my knees, but I barely noticed. His hands settledon my hips, steadying me, caught between bracing himself and not wanting to let me go.
I glanced down at the hard line straining against his jeans. He was holding still, jaw tight, trying not to give in. My hand hovered, nerves twisting, before I finally touched him.
Just a brush of my fingers—but it was enough.
Talon’s head hit the headrest, his jaw tight, a curse torn from his throat. “Fuck, Wren…” His chest rose and fell hard.
I froze, looking up at him. “Is that too much?”
His eyes burned into mine, voice low and ragged. “Too much? No. Not even close. But if you keep that up, I’m not gonna last. I’ll lose it right here with you.”
A nervous laugh escaped me, but even that turned breathy. Boldness flickered in my chest, fed by the way his body reacted to mine. I traced his length again, feeling the heat and hardness through his jeans. My cheeks flushed, but I didn’t stop.
I shifted on his lap, my heart racing as I looked up at him. “I’ve never… done this before,” I admitted, my voice low, almost swallowed by the sound of Talon’s heavy pants. “God, I want to… I want to touch you.”
Talon’s groan tore out of him, rough and guttural, his hands gripping my hips as if holding himself together. “Wren…” His voice was wrecked, warning and desperate all at once. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. You don’t have to give me this.”
My chest heaved, heat crawling up my neck. “I don’t have to do anything,” I shot back, breathless. “But I know what I want, and I want you.”
My fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans, nerves and desire tangling. He tugged the zipper down himself,his shirt riding up just enough to show the tense lines of his stomach as I slipped my hand inside. The heat of him hit me first, thick and hard in my palm, and my breath caught when he twitched from my touch.
“Jesus,” he rasped, his head dropping back against the seat. “You’re so fucking good at this, baby. Keep it up, and I won’t last a damn minute.”
His praise only made me bolder.
I wrapped my hand around him, slowly, unsure at first, but the sharp inhale he let out told me I was doing something right. I moved my hand gently, then firmer, dragging my palm along the length of him the way I’d only ever imagined. He twitched again in my grip, and his hips jerked up against me.
“You feel so good,” I whispered, mesmerized by his weight and the way his eyes fluttered shut every time I squeezed tighter or twisted just right.
His hands slid under my dress, gripping my thighs. “Fuck, Wren… just like that, baby.”
I kept going, watching his jaw tighten, his chest rising and falling in jagged, shallow breaths. His hand slipped from my leg to my wrist, wrapping around it as he guided me into a quicker rhythm.
“That’s it,” he ground out, his voice rough. “Right there. Feels so fucking good, baby.”
I followed his lead, my pulse racing at the way his body strained under my touch. He was fighting it, holding on by a thread, but I wanted him to lose control.
I leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Come for me, Talon.”
That did it.
His hips jerked once, twice, and then a rough groan tore out of him as he came in my hand. His whole body shook under me. He muttered a curse, dragging a hand over his face while the last of it worked through him, still twitching against my palm.
I kissed the corner of his jaw, stroking him gently until he reached down and stilled my hand.
