Craving (Steel Brothers Saga 1)
“I’m going to come, Talon. Come with me, baby. I want us to come together.”
He groaned and began moving me up and down off his cock faster and faster, harder and harder, until, just when I exploded, he groaned and sank me down so deep on his cock I felt like he was touching my heart. So good, such bliss.
My pussy pulsed and pulsed and pulsed, shattering my nerves, making my skin burn. When my climax finally started to slow, I threaded my fingers through his thick locks and brought my lips to his.
He gently laid me on the bed and then lay down beside me. He kissed me again, a sweet kiss. A kiss of joy, a kiss of satiation. Our lips slid against each other, our tongues swirled together.
We kissed and we kissed. Lying naked on my bed. For a long time.
* * *
I didn’t remember stopping kissing, but we must’ve fallen asleep. When I woke up in the morning to my phone alarm, Talon was gone. I was still lying naked on top of the covers. I smiled, letting the memories of our passion overtake me. As much as the sex had been satisfying, what I had loved most about last night was lying together afterward and kissing. We had kissed for so long. He had been so sweet, and so gentle, so…un-Talon-like. His kisses had been laced with the spice of his whiskey and his own sweet musky flavor. I let out a happy sigh and stretched my arms over my head.
But enough daydreaming. I had to get to work.
* * *
When I got home from work, Talon was nowhere to be found, but Marj was in the kitchen.
“Hey,” she said. “I’m making manicotti.”
“Oh, yeah? Where’s Felicia?”
“I gave her the afternoon off. I felt like cooking tonight.”
I inhaled. “It smells delish. Can I help?”
“Sure. Why don’t you put together a salad?”
I headed to the fridge and pulled out a head of romaine, a tomato, some radishes, and some baby spinach. “Where is Talon?”
“I haven’t the foggiest. I haven’t seen him since this morning.”
She was ahead of me. I hadn’t seen him this morning. He’d left my bed sometime during the night.
“By the way, Ryan and Joe are coming for dinner.”
Good. Maybe Marj and I could talk to them about Talon. “Okay. When?”
“They should be here any minute.”
“But Talon’s not coming?”
Marj shrugged. “As I said, I haven’t the foggiest. His car is gone, and I’ve no idea where he went. I’ve given up on him. After all, he stood us up last time, remember? My guess is he’s gone for the day and evening. He does that sometimes, goes into Grand Junction on business and has dinner there.”
“Did he ever apologize to you about the other night?” He hadn’t told me where he’d been. Maybe he’d told Marj.
She nodded. “Yeah. Sort of. Talon has issues with apologies. But he felt bad. I could tell.”
“Where did he go?”
“Same thing. To Grand Junction. He didn’t say why.”
I let it go. The guys arrived shortly thereafter, and Marj poured us all a glass of Ryan’s Italian blend. The robust aroma of the zesty tomato sauce wafted out from the oven as we sat at the kitchen table to drink wine and munch on skewers of honeydew melon and prosciutto drizzled with olive oil.
We engaged in small talk, until finally the perfect moment arrived for me to bring up Talon.
“I haven’t had a chance to thank you, Jade,” Jonah said, “for getting that good deal for Talon with the city.”