Page 44 of Fox (Road Rebels MC 4)
“I think I could get behind that.”
“Got a sheet of paper?”
I rummaged around in my room and found a receipt and a pencil. She wrote her number down along with her name, then drew a little heart beside it all. I slid my arm around her and drew her into me one last time, our lips connecting as our tongues danced. The kiss was slow. Sensuous. It shivered her body, and it raised the hairs on the back of my neck. Zoey was electrifying. She had sunk her greedy little talons into me and was refusing to let go. She sucked my bottom lip between her teeth, and I groaned, giving myself over to her as we stumbled back into the wall.
“We really shouldn’t,” Zoey said. “I really need to go.”
“Then stop sucking on my body and get going. Otherwise, I’ll have you sucking on something else.”
She winked at me as she slid by, leaving me panting and wanting more. My cock ached as I escorted her downstairs, and part of me was still screaming to slam her against the door. To rip her pants down, take my cock out, and slide it right between her luscious legs.
But I settled for a peck on the cheek before I watched her get into her car.
As if life was orchestrating my own downfall, my phone rang out as Zoey pulled away. It was Colt calling me, and my blood ran cold as I picked up the call.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“The guys told me that piece of ass must’ve been good for you to get thrown out of the car,” Colt said.
“You could say that,” I said.
I had to bite back my groan as Colt chuckled into the phone.
“If you’re interested in being a prospect, come by the bar today. I talked with Doc, and he’s willing to sit and talk.”
“Seriously? Fuck, man. Thank you.”
“Not a problem. We’ll be in and out most of the day. Just come when you can piece yourself together. And don’t smell like pussy. That shit’s distracting.”
I cringed again as Zoey’s sounds wafted through the confines of my memory. Colt would kill me if he ever found out. He would fucking bury me in the backyard and set my shit on fire.
“Don’t worry. I’ll shower twice,” I said.
“Just a heads up, most of us will be there in about half an hour. If you wanna catch Doc early. Could play in your favor. His ass is a morning person,” Colt said.
“Then I should get a shower while I can still get one.”
“See you in a few. And if you haven’t eaten yet, don’t. Doc always treats new prospects to a shitload of food to celebrate.”
“Come hungry and not smelling like pussy. Got it.”
“See you soon, Rider.”
“See ya soon, Colt.”
Chapter 8
Zoey
I got back home and caught my mother just as she was leaving the house. She gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before she ran to her car. She was always late for her morning shifts. No matter how many alarms she set and no matter how many times her boss cussed her out for it, she could never get in there on time. My mother had held her second-shift job down for almost twenty years. But her first-shift jobs? Switched usually every couple of years.
“Gotta run, sweetie. I love you! I’ll be home for dinner!” my mom said.
“Want me to cook?” I asked.
“That sounds good, honey. Whatever you want!”
I watched my mother race out of the driveway before I shook my head and started for the inside of their home.
“Dad?” I asked. “You here?”
“Dad left about an hour ago,” Colt said.
“Colt!”
I ran down the hallway and launched myself into my brother’s arms. He smiled and hugged me close, and I drew in a deep breath. He smelled like leather and sweat, a smell I had associated with him for years. I could feel him smiling into my neck as I released him, dropping to my feet.
“Where the hell have you been?” I asked.
“Around,” Colt said. “I actually came in last night though. Where the hell were you?”
I knew better than to mention anything about guys around my brother. Even though he was mostly absent, he was protective to his core. He’d drag who it was out of me, and he’d find some reason to go beat his ass. Plus, with meeting him in the club’s bar, there was a slim chance they were scouting him to be a prospect. He had been sitting with guys who also had leather jackets, and even though I couldn’t see if they had official leather cuts, I didn’t want to take the chance at ruining something for this guy.
After all, he knew how to wield his cock, and he treated me decently enough.
“Went out for some food since no one was around for dinner. Got a few drinks, didn’t think I could get home safely, so I crashed in a motel.”
“Why the hell didn’t you call me, Zoey? I would’ve come and gotten you,” Colt said.
“When the fuck have you ever picked up the phone for me? I haven’t seen you since my graduation, and before that, it had almost been a year. I’m glad you wanna help and all, but you’re not the billboard poster child for ‘reliable.’”
“Shit, Zoey. You’re my sister. If you need help, I’ll be there to help.”
“I was fine last night. I slept it off, paid my tab, and now I’m here.”
“Well call me next time. Okay? I was worried about you.”
“Then why didn’t you call to check on me?” I asked.
“Because you’re a grown ass woman who can take care of herself. Doesn’t mean I don’t get to worry about you, though,” he said.
“I’ll give that argument to you this time. But you won’t win every one of them that easily.”
“Don’t I fucking know it. You got any plans for the day?” he asked.
“I’ll let that quip slide. And not really. Just putting in more job applications and paying a couple of bills. Why?”
“You finally strong arm Mom and Dad into accepting help?” he asked.
“I think I finally got through to them, yeah. They aren’t happy about it, but I showed them I could get around things if I needed to.”
“I don’t doubt that one bit. When you want something, you go after it. How did you manage to do it this time?”
“I went down to the bank when I got back into town and schmoozed my way into their bank account. Told the account manager that I wanted to pay something off as an early birthday present for Dad. I paid off the house.”
“Holy fuck, sis. Are you serious? The entire thing?” he asked. “You got the money to do that?”
“See, now if you were around to talk with, you would’ve known this,” I said with a grin.
“I knew you were working at that bar, but enough to pay off their house? What did they have left on it? Sixty grand?”
“Not even close. It was only eight grand.”
“Still. That’s some serious fucking money.”
“And if we talked more, or if you ever came to visit. Or hell, if you even picked up the phone when I did call, you’d know all this shit,” I said.
“I got it, I got it. Enough with the guilt trip.”
“Oh, you think you can finish me up? That’s funny. I thought you knew who you were talking to.”
“I’ve missed you, too. Things have been busy with the club.”
“Like always. How are they, by the way? Not that I’ve seen them in, oh… five years? Six years?”
“Something like that, but I keep you away from all of that for a reason. It’s not the nicest lifestyle to lead, and it could get you into trouble,” he said.
“But fuck forbid you get into trouble,” I said.
“Zoey, come on. You’re graduated. You’ve got your own life. I thought you’d be done trying to run around with mine,” he said.
“I didn’t want your life, Colt. I just wanted to be a part of it. I’m your sister, and all you did was shut me out. The moment I got close with the guys, you put a stop to all of it. You know how that came off as a teenager? That my own damn brother didn’t want me around.”
“You know that’s now how I meant it,” he said.
“Doesn’t matter how you meant it. What matters is how it came off and how I felt about it afterward.”
“Look, I didn’t come here to fight, okay? I’ve got some shit I gotta do at the bar, but I’ll be there for most of the day getting stuff done. Why don’t you stop by? We’ll have lunch. Some drinks. Catch up and shit.”
“If you’ve got shit to do, won’t the guys be there?” I asked. “I thought you didn’t want me interacting with them ever in the history of ever.”
“You said it yourself, Zoey… you haven’t seen them in years. You’re obviously holding your own life down well if you can swoop in and pay off a mortgage. The guys would love to see you again, and I’d like to have my sister around. And now I don’t have to worry about you wanting to suddenly be a part of this lifestyle.”
“That’s never what I wanted. Stop thrusting that on me,” I said.
“Just trying to get you to understand where I’m coming from. I’d really like you around today, sis.”
“Really? You would?”
