Claiming Addison

By: Zoey Derrick


Fuck him and his cocky arrogance. I am not a prize, I am not someone who can be bought and god damn it; I don’t need someone taking care of me.

There are flashes of the past few days that run through my mind. Kyle helping me dress with a migraine, Kyle holding me up while I waited for my boys to plant their kisses, Kyle feeding me, then Talon skipping out on the party to be with me while I slept. The way they pleasure me in bed and the aftercare they provide after they’ve had their way with me.

My heart shatters the moment I realize that there is a damn good possibility that I just completely screwed up anything I may have had with Talon. Kyle I don’t see running from what just happened, but Talon has already said he’s fragile and that he will fuck up, he asked for patience and I agreed to give it to him and this is how I treat him the first time he does something nice for me.

I begin to cry, upset and angry with myself for what I’ve done, what I’ve said. I want to take it all back. Then comes a knock at the door, “Angel?”





Just the nickname alone tells me that it’s Talon who’s come after me. Which, if I have a choice of the two, he is probably the better option since I just blew my cork at him, but I don’t know if I’m ready to talk about this. “Come on, angel, please, open the door. I’m not mad and I’m sorry. Please?”

Fuck. He apologized to me, damn it. I reach my hand up and unlock the door. “Don’t open it yet,” I say. “Give me a minute.” I get up and go for the bathrobe on the back of the door. Shedding my clothes out there means I’m nearly naked in here and this isn’t the kind of conversation to have like that.

Once I have the robe on, I open the door. My red eyes meet his worried, almost petrified eyes. “Can I come in?” I nod and he steps inside, taking the door from me and closing it softly.

“Talon...”

“I’m sorry,” we say together. “You first,” he says with a smirk.

“I don’t know what came over me. I’m so sorry.” I wipe a stray tear from my cheek and he gives me a sad smile.

“This is all pretty overwhelming, isn’t it?” I nod and take a seat on the bed. “We can take the stuff back.”

“No, don’t do that. It’s just, Talon, I’m not used to this. I’ve spent so much time alone that having one is hard enough but having both of you has my mind in a tailspin. Please, tell me you understand that.”

He nods, “I do understand it. I understand it because this is a first for me too. I don’t…” He pauses, runs his hand over his messy facial hair and looks me square in the eye. “I don’t do relationships, Addison, I never have. I never thought I wanted one, but all of that is changing with you and Kyle. I don’t know what to do to make you happy.”

My heart bleeds at his words. “Talon, you do make me happy, extremely happy. I don’t need ten grand worth of clothes to make me happy. I need you and I need Kyle, and I need to be able to be me, too.”

“I know, angel, and I forgot that and I’m sorry. I warned you I was going to screw up.”

I shake my head. “Talon, you didn’t screw up. If anyone did, it was me. Instead of being happy and thankful for your gifts, I threw them back in your face and for that I’m sorry, but you have to see where all of this makes me so confused. I don’t know what I’m feeling or why I’m feeling this way, but I can’t even begin to imagine feeling any differently than I do right now.” I take a deep breath, “I nearly broke my own heart out there.”

He comes to kneel in front of me. The gesture and the look in his eyes is so sweet and pleading that I almost want to cry again. He takes my hands in his. “Addison, this is the kind of stuff we need to talk about. I understand why you’re upset, but this is minor and worth talking about, not screaming at each other. I bought you clothes because I wanted you to feel sexy, to feel the way I see you. Kyle bought you clothes because he wants you to be comfortable with receiving things from both of us, together or separate. Our buying you clothes wasn’t meant to cut you down or break you apart. It was meant to lift you.” He kisses my hands that are resting in his. “I want you to feel comfortable around us, to feel appreciated and admired because that is how Kyle and I feel about you. You’re a strong, independent, amazing woman.”

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