Claiming Addison

By: Zoey Derrick

I cock my head at him. “What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, how many woman have we shared without touching each other? How many times have we done stupid shit like that and not thought about doing something to the other.” I try and follow his logic and he catches my confusion. “You mean to tell me, with all the chicks we’ve shared, you’ve never once thought about what my dick would feel like in your mouth or up your ass?” And just like that, crass ass Talon is back.

“No, I’ve thought about it more times than I care to count,” I grumble.

“Me too,” he says with such conviction that it’s almost scary. In truth, I think we’ve reached a point between Talon and I that all bets are off. Things will continue to change between him and me as we wrap Addison up in the cocoon of what we have to offer her. She wants it, she craves it just like we do, she just has the balls to step forward and make it happen.

“I don’t think I can ever give you or her up,” Talon whispers. “We’ve claimed her and I never intend to let her go.”

I settle back against the couch, taking a deep breath that for the first time makes me feel freer than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. We’ve claimed her as our own, and in the process, we’re claiming each other. “With her, the world is brighter, the colors more vibrant. She’s ours,” I breathe.

It’s about an hour and a half later and nearly time to go when Addison finally comes out of the bedroom. Talon and I took the liberty of getting dressed in our respective bedrooms, though we haven’t slept in them since our arrival Sunday night. Talon is wearing his usual get up of jeans, shit kickers, and a leather vest. Only difference, he’s wearing black instead of white for his t-shirt but like always, he looks hot.

I am wearing jeans, a royal blue button down, open at the collar, sleeves rolled up to my elbows and a black undershirt.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” I hear Talon ask Addison. I turn around to see her hair and make-up are done very nicely. Her hair is pulled back, but it’s curly in the back. Her make-up is lighter than she normally wears it, but all she is wearing is a robe.

She laughs. “You never brought in my clothes for tonight. Where’s my outfit?” She pouts at him, I laugh and point to the wall behind her. Hanging there is her new purple top and the black skinny jeans, on the floor below it are the Louboutin shoes we got to match. “Oh. Okay, give me five minutes and I’ll be ready to go.”

“About time,” I tease and she turns around sticking her tongue out at me.

“You can’t rush perfection, you know.”

Be still my beating heart. “Honey, you were perfect an hour and half ago, now you’re just fucking gorgeous,” I tell her and she blushes.

“Now move,” Talon teases her and she scoots into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Talon turns to me. “Did you know she’d take this long?”

I snort. “Don’t all women?”

He shrugs. “Probably, they’re usually all done up when I get around to ‘em.”

I nod. “This is true. You look great, by the way.”

He looks at me and gives me that sultry look that makes Addison’s panties melt. “So do you,” he says.

“I’m not the one you need to be seducing, you know?”

He laughs. “Is it working?”

“Uh yeah!” I tell him and go back to checking my emails. “It’s official,” I say and he looks at me.

“What’s that?”

“As far as the label is concerned, Addison is my new ‘assistant’-” Yes, I used the air quotes, don’t judge me “-which basically means that we don’t have to bring in another unknown. They said they’d rather deal with her as an assistant than run the risk of another incident, which they’re pissed about by the way.”

“Did you explain the circumstances?”

“I did, but you know David, it doesn’t matter. At first he was pissed at Addison for what happened, assumed that she didn’t do her job. Which of course I explained, anyway, the point is, she’s my new assistant as well as doing the job she came here to do.”

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