Talon – A Warriors MC Romance

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Escaping from her abusive husband with nothing but the clothes on her back, a beaten and bruised Laura shows up on the doorstep of her estranged older brother - and President of a well-known motorcycle club, Jake Wilson. But before she can even make it into the house, she runs into a tall, dark, deep well of trouble - her brother's best friend and second in command, Talon Nash.
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The sound of hammers and saws echoed through the house as I stepped inside one morning, carrying a tray of coffees. The air was thick with the scent of sawdust and fresh paint.
Talon was in the living room, shirtless and sweaty, his muscles rippling as he wrestled with a stubborn piece of drywall. His tattoos seemed to come alive under the portable construction lighting and I couldn’t help but pause for a moment, admiring him.
“Coffee’s here,” I called out, setting the tray down on what would eventually be our kitchen counter. The prospects perked up immediately, abandoning their tools and swarming the tray like moths to a flame.
Talon glanced over his shoulder, his piercing green eyes locking onto mine. He wiped his forearm across his brow and smirked. “You’re spoiling ‘em, angel,” he said, nodding toward the prospects.
“They’re working hard,” I replied with a shrug, picking up one of the cups and walking over to him. “And so are you.”
He took the coffee from me, his fingers brushing against mine, sending that familiar shiver down my spine. He took a long sip, his eyes never leaving mine, and then set the cup down on the windowsill.
“Hard work’s got its rewards,” he said, his voice low and rough, dripping with something that made my stomach flip.
I raised an eyebrow, trying to play it cool. “Oh? And what’s my reward for bringing you coffee?”
He stepped closer, closing the gap between us in one stride. His hands found my hips, pulling me into him with a firm but gentle grip. The sawdust clinging to his skin mingled with the scents of his sweat and cologne, and I breathed it in, reveling in it.
“Your reward,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear, “is me not dragging you upstairs and ruining you right now in front of all these guys.”
My breath hitched, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I smirked. I wasn’t about to let him win this one. “No fair. That’s more of a punishment than a reward,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “I want a refund.”
“NOT getting f*cked in front of the prospects is a punishment?” He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that vibrated through me. “Fine,” he added, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “Careful what you wish for, angel.”
Before I could respond, he bent down and hoisted me up over his shoulder like a sack of flour. I let out a startled laugh, my hands instinctively gripping the back of his jeans. The prospects paused their work, watching with amused smirks as Talon carried me toward the stairs.
“Talon!” I protested, though my laughter betrayed me. “Put me down!”

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