Fox (The Road Rebels MC Book 4)

by Savannah Rylan

  “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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nbsp; “It is,” I said with a grin.

  I turned towards where the voice was coming from, and I watched Harlow walk out of her room. She was in this full-length silk nightgown with her tits pushed up to her chin. The fabric draped around her curves, sashaying along her hips and thighs as she leaned against her bedroom doorway. She looked delectable. Ready for my lips to devour her without even removing her fucking clothes.

  But there was that little glimmer of innocence in her eye that kept catching me off guard. That little piece of light that kept trying to shine a light on my darkness.

  “You just gonna stand there?” Harlow asked.

  I walked over to her, my eyes never leaving hers. She craned her neck back to keep me in view as my hand slipped around her waist. She slid her small, dainty hands up my torso, fingering the muscles underneath as I slowly walked her back into her room. I closed her door with my foot, our bodies pressed together as I backed her all the way to her bed.

  I clung to the fabric of her nightgown as her hands pushed my leather jacket off my shoulders. She tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head as my hand pressed into the small of her back. Her eyes danced around my muscles, taking in each and every ripple as her fingertips traced the outlines of my tattoos. I could see the captivation in her eyes. The glimmer of innocence that kept growing as she explored more of my body.

  If I took her in one swoop, I could never be gentle. There was something about her that called to me, aching my cock for release. If I took her at that moment, she’d never come back. I’d pin her to the bed, fuck her until she screamed, then continue until she begged me to stop.

  Then I’d pull one last orgasm from her before capturing her in my arms.

  And I wasn’t sure if a girl like her could handle something like that.

  Her hands rushed down my skin and fell to the buckle of my pants. She started to undo it, wanting to see all of me as her body began to tremble. But I wrapped my hands around hers to stop her. To keep her from going any further before I could take my control back.

  “Is everything okay?” Harlow asked.

  I grabbed onto her waist and picked her up effortlessly. I sat her on the edge of her bed, her small gasps falling from her lips. I pressed a kiss to the side of her lips and felt electricity rocketed through my body.

  What the fuck was that?

  I kissed down her neck as her hands ran along my back. I dipped my lips to her shoulder, nipping at her soft skin as the strap of her nightgown fell down her arm. Her legs parted for me as she drew me in, wrapping her feet around the backs of my thighs. I kissed down her chest, her soft breast pouring out for me. I wrapped my lips around her nipple, teasing it to a puckered peak as she sighed and laid her back down on the bed.

  “Fox,” she said breathlessly. “That feels so good.”

  I slid my hand up her thigh, making my way towards her heated pussy. I could smell her already, and I forced myself to keep calm. I felt the animal rising up within me. I felt a carnal desire to ruin her for any other man to come. My mind was screaming to fuck her against every surface until she could remember no other name but my own.

  But I held my ground, keeping it slow and steady. Just like I knew she wanted.

  Her body was trembling as I bunched her nightgown up to her hips. I kissed down her clothed stomach, feeling her hands on the back of my head. Her legs were spread for me as her feet found my shoulders, my body dipping to its knees. I could smell her. I was salivating over her. My mind was in overdrive, and my body was pumping with unused electrical energy. I could feel my heart humming in my chest, thumping a thousand times a second as I peeled her soaked underwear from her body.

  They were light pink and lacy. The epitome of innocence.

  I licked up her leg, nipping at her skin as she giggled. I grinned into her luscious thigh as I threaded her legs over my shoulders. I was knelt before her, ready to feast on the juices I could see glistening for me. I stuck out my tongue and licked up her slit, her legs pulling me closer as she fisted the sheets of her bed.

  “Do it again, Fox. Please.”

  Her breathless begging rattled my mind. I licked her pussy, gathering her salted juices on my tongue. She tasted wonderful. Better than any woman I’d ever had the pleasure of taking. My hands held her hips down to the bed, commanding her body calmly as her legs trembled upon my shoulders.

  I parted her folds with my tongue as her hands wrapped around the back of my head. She was already rolling into my tongue, seeking a release she had been prepared for. I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked the tip at lightning speed. I listened to her moans and groans as they fell from her lips. My cock was pressing hard against my jeans, dripping with anger and wanting to be freed. But I kept my hands attached to her smooth skin as I lapped up every drop of her juices her pussy afforded me.

  I slid my hands up her body, allowing her hips to begin rolling into my face. I found her tits and massaged them, pulling her nipples between my fingers. My name was falling from her lips, and her juices were dripping down my chin. She was desperate for her release as her pussy grew hotter. Wetter. More persistent in its need to let go.

  “Fox. Yes. Please. Deeper. Harder. Just a little… yes… yes… Fox! Yes!”

  I pressed my tongue down onto her clit, and she fell over the precipice. Her legs tightened around my head, and her hands shoved me deeper into her dripping folds. My hands clasped her tits tightly, feeling them throbbing and jumping with every throb that ran through her body. Her back arched deeply, and her heels dug into my back. I could hear her choked moans as her orgasm ripped through her trembling body.

  And still, I licked every drop of her up.

  She collapsed on the bed, and her legs went weak. Her body was shaking, spread out for me as she gasped for air. I kissed on her thighs and nipped at her hips, leaving a trail of wetness up her body until I pulled myself from underneath her nightgown.

  Her face was flushed, and her chest was glistening, and my desire to have her as close as I could overtake my need to leave.

  I kicked off my shoes and climbed into bed with her. I pulled her limp body close to mine, feeling her snuggle into me. Her breaths were already evening out as her hand slid down my body, her fingertips rippling along my abs.

  Then her hand found mine and our fingers intertwined.

  And for the first time in my life, I didn’t fight the closeness.

  Chapter 14

  Harlow

  I slipped in and out of slumber with Fox at my side. Never in my life had I experienced that powerful of an orgasm. My body was drawn to him as I curled up at his side, and every time I woke up I managed to take a look at the clock.

  I was going to have to go back to work soon.

  I rolled over and grabbed my phone to check the time when a phone call came in. It was Charlene. She probably had questions about the couple I had counseled earlier. I answered the phone as Fox’s arms tightened around me, a smile gracing my lips as Charlene’s voice hit my ear.

  “So, I owe you one. Big time. Want me to take your three o’clock?”

  “You don’t have to. I have one at four as well, so I might as well take it,” I said.

  “I’ll take your four o’clock as well if you want. I owe you for the patients I’ve had to throw your way last minute. This baby is kicking my ass,” Charlene said.

  “You’re in your last trimester. It’s supposed to kick your ass. I don’t have a problem taking your clients if you need to nap or get to a doctor, Charlene. It’s not a problem.”

  “But I still haven’t paid you back for the appointment last month that I had to reschedule. Let me take your last two clients for the day. I’ll take good notes, then we’ll be even.”

  “Until you get sick again,” I said with a grin. “Fine. Take my last two clients and call us even.”

  “Alright, girl. You enjoy the rest of your day. Anything I should know about these patients?”

  “My three o’clock is going to be six weeks into her med
ication. Make sure it’s working. I’ve been communicating with her doctor to find the right prescription dosage for her. And my four o’clock is a very angry married couple. I have yet to breakthrough their communication issues, so have a pair of earplugs ready.”

  “Great. Gotta love those. Okay, girl. I’ll slip the notes under your door.”

  “Take care of yourself, Charlene. If it’s too much, call me. I’m only five minutes away,” I said.

  “Girl, I got this. You enjoy your evening. Drink some wine or some shit.”

  “I’ll have a glass for you and for me.”

  “That’s my girl. Talk to you later.”

  “Thanks again, Char.”

  I hung up my phone and smiled as I rolled back into Fox’s arms. But when I looked up at him I saw a hunger in his eyes. It was the same type of hunger I saw a couple of hours ago when he walked into the apartment, but it was a hunger he hadn’t acted on.

  I could feel his entire body shaking. He was trying to keep it under control, but he was trying too hard. His face was flushing, and his muscles were twitching, and there was a need rising inside my body I’d never felt before. I wanted him to control me. To take me. To pin me down and do what he wanted with me. The fleeting thoughts were new and frightful, but in the arms of this man I felt safe and contained.

  I took a chance and pressed my lips to his. An action he had avoided earlier.

  I felt him tense before he collided his body with mine. He rolled me over in bed, his strong body covering mine. My arms wrapped around his neck as his hand found my tit, massaging it harshly as I arched into his touch.

  My entire body was on fire as he ripped my nightgown off my body. He slid from his jeans, kicking everything off as his cock came into view. He was long and thick, dripping with desire and bigger than I could’ve imagined. I felt a heat pooling between my legs as his lips dipped to my nipple, teasing it and biting it and tugging at it as I moaned.

  What we had was desperate and wanton. Filled with lust and a passion I had yet to experience. His hands were firm but gentle. Commanding, but understanding. My legs parted for him as he dipped between them, his cock rubbing up and down my slit. My pussy folds wrapped around his girth, soaking down his skin as his lips attacked my neck.