Page 43 of Fox (Road Rebels MC 4)
“What’s your name?” I asked with a grin.
He chuckled and shook his head as a beautiful smile crossed his cheeks.
“Rider,” he said. “My name is Rider.”
“If you don’t remember mine, it’s Zoey,” I said.
“Zoey…”
“Mhm,” I hummed. “Zoey.”
I wrapped my lips around his thick cock, feeling it jump with shock as I eased it towards the back of my throat. Rider’s head fell to the pillow as I studied him, taking in all of his chiseled muscles. I could feel his pre-come dripping down my throat as I hollowed out my cheeks. His hand crept into my hair, pulling on me and setting a rhythm that had his hips shaking. My hands gripped at his muscles. Threaded around his thighs and pulled him even closer to me. His hips rolled, and his grip got tighter.
I could feel his cock growing thicker against my teeth.
I slurped and sucked and took him back as far as I could. I gagged a bit as my eyes watered, his gaze locking onto mine. I wanted to make him come. I wanted to taste him like he had tasted me. I was so fucking attracted to this man and the way his chest glistened with sweat.
But more than that, I was comfortable with him.
More comfortable than I had been with any other man.
He almost seemed… familiar. Even though I knew that was fucking crazy.
“Shit. Zoey. Fuck, that mouth. Mmph. I’m gonna come down that throat of yours. You gonna swallow it for me?”
“Mhm,” I said as I nodded. “Mhm.”
“Do that again.”
“Mhm.”
“Again.”
“Mhmmm.”
“Again,” he said breathlessly.
“Mmmmhmmmm.”
I felt his cock throbbing as I took him all the way back. I hollowed out my cheeks and pressed my tongue down the length of his massive cock. His legs were shaking, and his hips stilled as he thrust into my face, pouring down my throat and into my stomach. Pump after pump of hot come filled my body as I looked up at him, his eyes screwed shut with pleasure as his lips puckered silently.
He was a vision, and I could only hope he didn’t kick me out.
I felt him fall on the bed, his cock popping from between my lips. Spit dripped down my cheek as I heaved for air, my lips falling to his skin. I kissed up his body, feeling his muscles jump with every kiss I planted on his body.
Then, he did what I was hoping he would do.
He patted the bed next to him and held out his arm.
I cradled into him and allowed his heat to overcome me. His hand slipped underneath my shirt, making their way to my bra. He unsnapped it with only one hand, and it pulled a giggle from my lips. I sat up just enough to slip the rest of my clothes from my body, then rested my head on his chest.
His fingers ran through my hair, and the feeling was intoxicating.
Soothing.
Relaxing.
“You can stay, if you’d like,” Rider said.
“You don’t have a choice. I’m exhausted,” I said.
“You got anyone you should notify? Like your parents?” he asked.
“Nah. They don’t always expect me home. And my brother’s never around anyway, so there’s no point there.”
“Sounds like a shit brother.”
“Eh. Colt’s a good guy. Just keeps his lives very separated.”
“Colt?” he asked.
“Yeah. Colt.”
“Huh. Interesting name,” he said.
“If it sounds familiar, don’t let it deter you. He’s part of some fun little gang or whatever. Sounds intimidating, but he’s a softie at heart. Sometimes.”
“Uh huh.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not the ‘bring a guy home’ type of girl,” I said with a giggle. “No need to worry about any of that shit.”
“Not worried about it at all,” he said.
“Good. Because it’s not happening.”
I snuggled into him and felt his arm tighten around my body. I allowed my eyes to flutter closed as he continued to play with my hair. It had been a long time since I’d stayed the night with a man, and I was going to soak up every moment of it I could.
Because once the morning came and I had to leave, it was back to reality.
Back to applying for jobs, paying bills, and trying to catch my brother long enough to say hello.
Chapter 7
Rider
Oh. Holy. Shit. I knew she looked familiar. I knew her eyes were reminiscent of something. This was Colt’s younger sister.
I had just fucked Colt’s younger sister.
I had only met her a couple of times during the course of Colt and I’s friendship. Once when I came home from my first deployment and again when I was stateside to celebrate a birthday with him. Back then, Zoey was spindly. All legs and arms, with dyed blond hair that was cut off at her ears. She was grungy and smug. Had an attitude that flared every time her parents tried to tell her to do something. She could spit and hit and climb trees and run better than any of the guys I’d paired up within the military.
Colt and I always joked about how she should’ve been born a guy.
She was totally different now. Her lanky body had filled out with curves that could entice the strongest man into bed. Her hair was now wild and red, and it cascaded down her shoulders. Instead of the heavy black eyeliner and the glittering lip gloss, her makeup boasted of a more tasteful appearance. Accenting the best parts of her she had grown into over the years.
She looked completely different from the two times I had met her.
And now, I was cradling her naked curves close to my body.
Did she know who I was? Did she recognize me at all? If she did, she didn’t let on to the fact that she knew who I was. But then again,
I looked different as well. I had put on seventy pounds of muscle, and my hair was buzzed and faded. Back in those days, I was just as lanky, and my hair was long. Poured over my ears and curled up at the ends. Plus, I was now covered in scars, thanks to the fucking deployment that sent me home.
I felt Zoey’s breathing evening out next to me as my fingertips stroked her hair. I didn’t want Colt to be pissed that I’d just fucked his sister. But in my defense, she looked nothing like how she used to. I didn’t want this to affect my chances of becoming a prospect with the group, but as I laid there beside her and felt her curl around me, I felt how much I wanted her.
She was comforting. And warm. And inviting in a way, no other woman had ever been. She wasn’t shocked by my scars and didn’t shrink away from them in disgust as many other women had.
I wanted her again. And again and again. As many times as she would let me have her before I had to pretend like she didn’t exist.
I slept with her at my side all night. If I moved, she moved with me. If I rolled, she shifted against my body. It was like the gravitated towards me, and I woke up with a smile on my face. The sun was streaming through the window, and I could feel her naked pussy against my back as her leg flexed around my hips. Her body was slung over me. Like it was magnetized to me.
And I soaked up every second of it.
I laid there, taking in the feel of her until she began to stir. She pulled herself from me and made her way to the bathroom, her thick hips sashaying for my viewing pleasure as she kicked the door closed behind her. She still had that bright spirit. That sharp tongue and that natural wit. I stretched and groaned, feeling my body pop like an old man before I reached for my boxers.
When she emerged, she was dressed. I was pulling a shirt over my head as she looked at me, her eyes traveling my form as she leaned against the doorframe. I strode over to her and took her in my arms, pulling her in for a kiss as I pinned her against my body.
“I wish I could go for around two, but I’ve got stuff to do today,” Zoey said.
“Ah, that fucking stuff. Always getting in the way of a good time,” I said.
“You could call me though. If you ever wanted another one,” she said.
