Page 116 of Wild Card

I’m pretty sure my jaw hit the ground when they returned and Declan was carrying his guitar.

Mike hooked up a speaker.

Declan proceeded to play a new song the band was working on. The edgy chords of music were a complete contrast to the beauty of the lyrics.

The acoustic version was phenomenal. I couldn’t imagine what the final product would be.

When he was done, Raven was beaming. It was obvious the words were about her.

She leaped into his lap, covering his mouth with hers as he dropped his guitar and wrapped her in his arms. The kiss was frantic, like they were the only two people around.

I turned to Talon’s chest, feeling they needed privacy. He chuckled against my cheek and then whistled. The catcalls and cheers did nothing to break them apart. They kept going at it without a care.

I peeked back and my insides heated.

Never considered myself a voyeur, but it was hot.

It’s a wonder they don’t have more kids.

The only person who seemed to have a problem was Robbie. He was not amused watching his sister make out with her husband.

Talon shifts, his thigh covering mine and pressing his hard length to me. The coolness of his metal piercing grazes my hip.

All thoughts of last night evaporate and my body comes alive for a new reason.

I’ve never been comfortable instigating sex. My experience is limited and my shyness usually won out. But with Talon, my comfort has changed. Wild, passionate, unrestrained—he’s shown me a new side of sex I didn’t know existed.

He’s had his hands, mouth, and tongue on every part of me.

I want the same.

No—Icravethe same.

Carefully, I twist in his arms, stalling to make sure he doesn’t wake.

His breathing stays steady as I begin my journey. Starting at his shoulder, I kiss my way across his chest, my memory guiding me to every scar.

He lets out a shuddered breath, flopping to his back, but remains asleep. I send a silent thanks that he’s made it easier for me to reach my destination. I descend his body, licking, kissing, and appreciating every ridge and plane of his muscular form. He is living proof that washboard abs and the elusive ‘v’ exist on a man. I skim my mouth across the slight welt where he was shot, making sure not to miss a spot.

When I reach his hipbones, I’m so turned on my brain is screaming at me for relief.

Another first for me.

My tongue darts out to find the barbell and I gently tug it with my teeth. His cock pulses, and for the first time, it hits me how I’m going to do this.

Talon’s not only large, he’s thick. Being inside me is totally different than this.

Self-doubt creeps in as I second-guess myself.

What if I suck at this?

Sucking is the point, Willow!

The voice in my head urges me on and I close my eyes, wrapping my lips around him. My jaw immediately opens.

Slowly, I move up and down, adjusting my position to take him deep. The metal tickles my tongue, but when it hits the back of my throat, there’s a jerk, and light from the lamp bathes the room. My eyes fly open and my chest constricts at the sight above me.

Talon’s pupils are burning an incredible, electrifying, iridescent hue.

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