Page 23 of Fox (Road Rebels MC 4)
Quickly, our movements grew desperate. I was bouncing on his hips, and he was thrusting up into me. His hands were guiding my movements, digging into the meat of my ass while we breathed in one another’s air. Our lips collided and melded into one as our tongues battled for dominance, and my body was being jolted into the air as Fox’s movements grew furious. Skin slapping skin ricocheted throughout the walls of my parent’s home, and my body was filled with enough electricity to light up a city block.
Fox encompassed the whole of me, drawing me into his strong, comforting body as we approached our release.
“Harlow. Holy shit.”
“I’m gonna come, Fox. Don’t stop now. I’m almost there. Please.”
He slammed into me one last time, and that was all it took. My pussy clamped onto his cock, rendering him immobile as I threw my arms around his neck. I buried my face into his skin, moaning and whimpering as I shook against his body. I felt his cock explode, painting my walls with his cum as he pumped thread after thread into my body. I felt his legs trembling. Shaking with their ecstasy as he bit into the skin of my shoulder.
We stayed there like that, our juices dripping down his balls as our scents swirled around our heads. I was weak against him. Unable to move as his arms held me deep into his body. We stayed like that for a few moments, then Fox moved his body from mine. I felt empty without him there. Like a part of me was missing whenever he pulled away from me.
But before I could say anything, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me into the other room.
He settled us onto the couch, and I snuggled into him. My head rested on his naked chest as my body settled between his legs. He was staring up at the ceiling, running his fingers through my hair as my fingertips danced along his chest. I drew nameless portraits and traced our names, watching as goosebumps poured over his body.
But then, the desperation in his voice returned. I could hear the worry in his voice as our phone conversation rattled through my head. I didn’t want to spoil the moment with mindless conversation, but with my father now hiding things from me I couldn’t bear the thought of Fox doing the same.
So, I broke the silence with the one question I wanted to be answered.
“Why did you need to see me so much?” I asked.
Fox’s movements stilled as I looked up at him. He craned his head forward, taking me in before he sighed. This was it. The moment of truth. He was about to tell me I was just a fling. That he needed a release after a stressful day at work. That this was the last time, we would see one another before he rode off into the sunset with whatever life he was trying to chase after.
“I don’t know how to answer that,” Fox said.
“You could try. I’m a psychologist, so I know how to decipher what others are trying to say,” I said.
“I just wanted to see you. I told you I’d call after work.”
“It just seemed like a bit more, is all. You seemed worried on the phone. Frantic, almost. I didn’t know if you were going to be okay when you arrived.”
“I’m fine,” he said. “Just stressed with work.”
“Please don’t do that. Don’t shut me out. I’ve got enough men in my life already lying to me. I don’t need you to do it, too.”
I felt him tense, and I wondered if I had said too much. After all, Fox wasn’t really a man in my life. I mean, he was. But he didn’t know how important he had already become. The effect he had on me. That would push him away for sure, and I was mentally kicking myself for saying anything.
“Who’s lying to you?” Fox asked.
“It’s not important,” I said.
“If you tell me who’s lying to you, then I’ll tell you why I really wanted to see you so badly.”
I raised my head up and looked up at Fox, trying to figure out if he was lying to me. But I saw no deceit in his eyes, so I took a chance.
A chance I was hoping wouldn’t backfire.
“My father,” I said.
“What’s he lying to you about?” Fox asked.
“This new case he’s on. He’s been on it for a while, but I think he’s gotten himself into some trouble with it.”
“Why would you think that?”
“It’s just how he’s talking about it. I don’t really know how to explain it. You’d just have to know him and know how he talks.”
I felt Fox grunt as his hand began massaging the back of my neck.
“Your turn,” I said.
He drew in a deep breath before he sighed.
“I needed to see you so badly because… because I wanted to figure out why you affect me the way you do.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
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“I mean… you’re interesting. Mysterious. You’re nothing like the women I usually go for, and yet I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t shake you from my system. I’m not sure what it is, but I know it’s…”
I rose up and planted my hands beside Fox’s face. My hair fell around us, blanketing us away from the world. I grinned down into his eyes as he studied me, his hands falling mindlessly to my waist.
“I can’t shake you either,” I said with a grin.
He pulled me into him, and I buried my face into the crook of his neck. I curled into him, his body opening for me so I could nestle into his strength. His arms were broad against my back. Protective and warm as I sighed into his skin. But I still felt there was something looming between the two of us. Something unspoken that needed to be said.
I just wasn’t sure how to go about asking him to talk.
Chapter 21
Fox
Even though her revelation was supposed to be a relief, it only served to tense the moment. Now that she knew I couldn’t shake her, I also knew she felt the same way. She was drawn to me the way I was drawn to her, and that would make it harder to keep her protected. The KG9’s would sink their teeth into that, and once the club found out, it would be one more person we had to protect. One more person we had to conceal from The Devil’s Saints as they mounted their attack.
One more person to keep out of the hands of the police.
She nestled into me, and I closed my eyes. I knew I had to tell her. I knew I had to come clean. As much as I didn’t want to involve her in my mess, she was already a part of it. The revelation of our feelings didn’t deflate the balloon inflating around our lives, and I knew she felt it. My hands raced up and down her back as my mind tried to collect its thoughts, and suddenly her lips were on mine.
Drawing me from my mind and bringing me back to the present.
I cupped the back of her head as our tongues collided. My heart hammered in my chest as my cock began to pulse with life. What the fuck was it about this woman? Was it her dazzling eyes? Or her beautifully soft hair? Was it her supple curves or her unmarred body? Was it the way she was so ignorant or the way she was so blissful towards life? Was it her privilege? Or maybe her want and need to experience more?
