Page 101 of Fox (Road Rebels MC 4)
Thorn grunted as he held my gaze. Our bodies were splashing around in the warm lavender scented water, while I rocked over him. His cock was deep inside me, and now I was moving my body up and down its length.
Those knots in my belly that had tightened earlier began to come loose, and I moved myself quicker. His cock was rubbing against that spot deep inside me, the spot that would make me come hard and I didn’t stop. I moved harder and rougher, and Thorn’s grip on my waist strengthened.
I could feel myself reaching the edge already, while I rode him. My breasts bounced in front of his face, and every so often, he stuck his tongue out so that he could lap against my erect sensitive nipples. Just as I cried out, he wrapped his lips around one of them and gave it a long hard suck. I threw my head back again.
I was overwhelmed with desire and how he was capable of making me feel. With his hard cock deep inside me, my hands on his chest and my nipple into his mouth, I came.
I could feel my juices flowing out of me and my toes curling in the water. I gripped his chest with both hands, using the muscles on his body as support while my body writhed.
“Yeah, come for me, baby,” I heard him growl as my body spasmed out of control. My swollen clit was rubbing against the rough hairs around his cock, sending my body into a further tizzy. My pussy was sliding up and down the length of his cock, and my nipples were throbbing from being in his mouth.
“Fuck, yeah!” he roared, just when I felt him release too. Thorn’s seed shot deep inside him, while I continued rocking over his body. His cock thrust in and out of me, till I could feel both our juices mingling together. He came like a wild animal, gripping me tightly by my waist, roaring with every thrust and emptying himself deep inside me.
It felt like hours later that our orgasms finally began to subside. I was out of breath, exhausted and feeling relieved. I crashed down on his chest, the water in the tub still gently lapping against our bodies. He began stroking my damp hair.
“You are like a fucking bomb,” I heard him murmur, and I smiled when I heard his voice. It was crazy that I had this effect on him, that he couldn’t control himself around him. I had already pictured Thorn, having spent his life surrounded by sexy beautiful women who were way better in the sack than I was. Even though I might have come across as someone with a lot of sexual experience, I wasn’t. Ryan had officially ruined sex and relationships for me, till I met Thorn. Now, I felt like the floodgates had opened and all I wanted, was to constantly have his cock inside me.
I could feel my eyelids beginning to droop, as I lay like that on his body, with my cheek pressed against his chest.
“I hate to break up the party, but I have to go out. Meet the guys, see what plans we can come up with,” I heard him say.
I lifted my head up to look at him, and I pouted my lips.
“I really wish you didn’t have to go,” I said, and Thorn smiled before he pinched my chin and pulled my face to his, so he could kiss me again.
“And what will you wear? Your jeans are soaking wet!” I exclaimed with a laugh when he pulled his lips away from me again.
“I’ll throw it in the washing machine and tumble dry it,” he said, and I rolled my eyes and tried moving away from him. He didn’t let me. Thorn wrapped his strong muscular arms around me and kept me close to his body.
“Ensley, you trust me right? You trust that I’m keeping a close eye on you and your safety?” he asked, staring into my eyes. How was I supposed to explain to him; that the reason I didn’t want him to leave was because I wanted to spend more time with him, not because I was concerned about my safety?
I nodded my head instead, and he smiled again. The moment was short lived. Within minutes, we were both getting out of the bath. I respected the fact that he needed to go out and meet the other members of his MC, as much as I didn’t want him to go.
We dried ourselves off with fresh towels, and I wrapped one around myself and led him to the laundry closet where the washing machine was. When I turned to look at him, I saw him staring at my ass. A thrill ran down my spine. I felt beautiful when Thorn looked at me like that.
Chapter 19
Thorn
“But we still don’t know if he’s actually in LA or not,” Brooks said, while a cigarette dangled from the corner of his lips. I’d arranged for my brothers to meet me at a cafe two blocks from Ensley’s apartment. I didn’t want to stray too far from her, and the others had reluctantly agreed.
Meeting at a cafe, in an upscale LA neighborhood, wasn’t exactly how we rolled. None of the guys knew what to order at this place either. At Dirty Harry’s, we were served our usual drinks without asking. Jamison and Beckett ordered espressos, while the rest of us just sat around at the al-fresco table, smoking our cigarettes. Right under a huge sign, that said ‘No Smoking.’ None of the staff or our fellow customers had come up to ask us to put our cigarettes out yet.
“Yeah, just because he called her on her phone, doesn’t mean he’s actually in the city,” Brooks added, while Topher and I nodded our heads.
Brooks had managed to hack into the NYPD database, to retrieve all the information they had on the asshole. Now, as I looked at the printed out versions of his records, I could see that the guy had several run-ins with the law. He had been arrested for stealing cars and robbing gas stations in the past-general violent behavior. Two women, before Elsey, had made reports of abuse.
I slapped the file of papers down on the table between us and ran a hand through my hair.
“Get his bank account then,” I said, looking at Brooks. He was good with computers and was capable of hacking into secure networks online if he put his mind to it.
“What good is that going to do?” Becket asked, and Topher gave him a glare like he was stupid.
“His account activity could tell us if he’s in LA or not!” he said and Beckett nodded his head.
“You think you can get that done?” I asked Brooks, and he shrugged his shoulders.
“Shouldn’t be hard,” he said, and Jamison slapped him on his back.
“You got into NYPD’s database, brother,” he said, and Brooks nodded his head again.
“Yeah, I’ll give it a shot,” he added.
“Good,” I said, pulling out another cigarette from my pack. “That’s the best shot we have right now, to trace the bastard,” I said.
Jamison held out a lighter to the end of my cigarette, and I blew a mouthful of smoke into his face, which didn’t affect him.
“What
’s your plan?” he asked me, and I took in the first drag of the cigarette. I had already given the guys a schedule, for who was going to watch over Ensley when. In order for her security detail to be functional and top quality, it was important that we all got enough rest so we could be alert. This wasn’t going to be a one-time job; it was going to be a twenty-four-hour task, and I needed everyone to be on top of their game. That was true for me too.
I quickly realized that the more time I spent around Ensley, the more distracted I was going to be. I needed to figure out a way that I could spend some time away from her while keeping an eye on her as well. It was obvious to me that I couldn’t do my job well if I were with her all the time.
“I’m going to rent a place close to her,” I said, and Jamison’s eyes widened.
“You hooking up with her?” he asked, and some of the others exchanged chuckles. There was no point hiding it from my brothers for very long. They had already sniffed out the truth, and the reason for my sudden interest in her.
I shrugged my shoulders instead of answering, and a loud cheer rang out in our group.
“You’re tapping that ass!” Brooks accompanied that with a wolf whistle, and I smiled as they continued making jokes.
“About time someone showed her the good life,” Beckett added and I held up a hand to shut them up. A couple of minutes was enough. They needed to be set straight.
“She’s still paying us,” I said, and the others stopped talking. They still had delighted looks on their faces, amused that I was fucking Ensley Adams, but they were also aware of the fact that I was the President of the club now and they needed to shut up when I told them to.
“Here’s the thing boys; she’s still our client. I’m banging her, but she’s paying us to get the job done, and we’re going to do it well,” I said and crushed the lit cigarette on the ground, stubbing it with my shoe. The others nodded their heads in agreement.
