Page 14 of Fox (Road Rebels MC 4)
“Hey there, beautiful. It’s Fox. I was just giving you a call, seeing if you were free anytime this week. Figured we could get a drink. Maybe some wings. Or something else, if you want. Gimme a call back whenever you can.”
Short, sweet, and to the point. And oh, how his voice warmed my neck. I listened to the message again, just to close my eyes and imagine him here. I was so excited that he’d actually called. I went all day yesterday without hearing from him and figured my luck had passed. But he called. He called, and he wanted me to call him back.
I opened up my sandwich container as I hit the redial button, listening to the dial tone ringing in my ear.
“I recognize this number,” Fox said.
“Figured you would,” I said with a grin.
“I take it you got my message.”
“I did, yes. I’m on my lunch break now.”
“Had an interesting day doing whatever it is you do?” he asked.
“Helping people with their sex life? Yes.”
A comfortable silence descended onto the conversation as I heard him draw in a deep breath.
“You’re a sex counselor?” Fox asked.
“Don’t worry. I can’t remember if we talked about it or not at the bar that night. I’m a marriage and family counselor. And sometimes, counseling a married couple means unpacking more intimate moments in their lives.”
“That sounds… very interesting,” he said.
“It is. I enjoy helping others, and usually, I can give some good advice on how to spice things up or switch things around, so both parties are satiated.”
“You’re intentionally doing this to me, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Doing what?” I asked.
“Talking dirty like this.”
“Is that what I’m doing? I thought you asked me about my day.”
I furrowed my brow in confusion as his chuckle reverberated through my ear. The sound was relaxing, and I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes and taking in the sound.
Then, I replayed the conversation we’d just had in my mind.
“Oh! Oh, shit. Fox, I’m so sorry. I was just talking about the couple that walked out before my lunch break. I didn’t stop to think about how that would come off.”
“Trust me, you’ve got no worries on his end,” Fox said. “But, following that train of thought… I’d love for us to get together and, you know, pick up where we left off.”
I eyed the clock and checked my schedule, clicking around on my computer as the heat began to trickle up my legs. I had an hour for lunch, but my next appointment wasn’t until three o’clock.
I was free for the next three solid hours.
“I’ve got some free time if you’d like to meet at my place,” I said. “You know, since you already know where it is.”
“I’ve got my bike keys in my hand,” he said.
“I’m heading back to my place now. I’m only five minutes away from it, so I’ll leave the front door open.”
“And I’ll make sure to lock it when I come in.”
The tone of his voice had dropped to a core-shivering octave. I drew in a deep breath as I hung up the phone, throwing my lunch back into my mini-fridge in my office. I gathered up my things and took a look at myself in the mirror, then dashed out of my office and locked the door behind me.
I could feel the wetness of my body brewing between my legs as I dashed to my car and cranked it up.
I was excited to see Fox. To experience him again in the comfort of my apartment. My room was put together, and the bed was spacious. It would give us a lot of room to roll around and explore. But more than that, I was ready to experience yet another first.
I was ready to give myself over to a true, unadulterated bad boy.
Chapter 13
Fox
I hung up the phone with Harlow and felt my cock rising to attention. This was it. I was going to be able to taste that pretty little pussy of hers. I could feel the blood rushing to my groin as I set out on my bike. All the guys were giving me knowing looks as I shrugged them off. For some reason, it pissed me off that they knew where I was going. I didn’t want them to know every time I was off to fuck Harlow. That wasn’t the point of any of this. I wanted to know why she was so alluring. So intriguing.
I wanted to know why this innocent little woman struck such a chord with me.
“Fox, Fox. Can I grab you a second?” Mac asked.
“What?” I asked. “I’m heading out. Can it wait?”
“You off to see Harlow?”
I was tempted to lie to him as I drew a deep breath through my nose.
“Is this shit gonna be announced every fucking time I leave?” I asked.
“No, I just wanted to tell you that if you can get this information from her without sleeping with her, that’s fine,” Mac said.
“Okay? Why the hell was that important?” I asked.
“I noticed how upset you got in church when I mentioned taking her virginity. You got a good head on your shoulders. I know you don’t wanna see anyone getting hurt in all this. You don’t wanna sleep with her, don’t.”
“Thanks, but I think I’ll be good,” I said. “Now, if you don’t mind… she’s waiting for me.”
“Let me know if you need anything.”
“Got a condom?” I asked with a grin.
Mac shook his head and patted me on the back as I went on my way.
I tried to shove my emotions off to the side and center myself. Mac was right. Him mentioning anything about anyone’s virginity pissed me off. But the fact that he felt the need to pull me aside also pissed me off. And the fact that the guys were ragging on me about going to screw Harlow pissed me off.
I guess I was just in a pissed off kind of mood.
The bike ride gave me time to think. About how I was gonna do this shit with Harlow. If I was gonna get any sort of information out of her, I had to be respectful. Fucking her brains out wasn’t gonna get me anywhere if she only wanted to see me once. I had to make sure she was ready to come back for more. As much as my cock wanted her, if I stuck to the simpler things and made her beg for what she wanted, I stood a better chance of her coming back for more.
It would also give me time to sort out why the fuck I was so angry at everything without taking it out on her hips.
With every breath I took, I tried to bury my feelings deeper. They weren’t going to do me any good in this scenario, so I wasn’t willing to address them. There was so much at stake, and that overrode whatever fucking emotions I couldn’t get under control. Once I tasted that pussy and plunged my cock into her depths, I could fuck her out of my system. It might take me a few turns, but eventually, she’d wear off.
They always did.
I pulled into her apartment complex and parked my bike. I walked up the stairs to her apartment, remembering which one she walked into that night I dropped her off. I tried the knob on the door, and it twisted, ushering me into one of the most lavish apartments I’d ever seen. Hardwood floors. Nice ass furniture. Stainless steel appliances. Perfectly-regulated temperature. The fucking bathroom was as big as my entire damn kitchen.
There was no fucking way a family counselor could afford something like this.
I looked around the apartment to see what else was there. There had been cameras in the staircases leading up to her apartment, but there was also a security system for the apartment itself. The main doors and windows had sensors to track when they were opened and closed. I looked around for cameras in the apartment itself as I stood in the middle of the living room, my eyes darting around and my body on full alert.
“Fox? Is that you?”
Her sweet little voice ripped me from my trance. This girl was definitely living on daddy’s dime. Which would make this shit harder for me. Turning her against her father meant pulling her away from whatever decadent lifestyle she was used to living. And in my experience, women would put up with all sorts of shit if their lifestyle stayed intact.
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