Fox (The Road Rebels MC Book 4)

by Savannah Rylan

And as I pulled into her parent’s driveway, I was having a hard time tucking all of that away.

  She was unlike any other woman I had been with before. Her body was responsive, and she wasn’t afraid to say what was on her mind. Her emotions were so easily read on her face, like an open book that didn’t want to be closed. She could never lie to me, but more than that… I got the impression that she never wanted to lie. That lying was beneath her. That loyalty was something she valued above all else.

  That was the kind of woman I enjoyed. Despite the innocence that was now under threat because of my idiotic actions.

  As I parked my bike in the shade, I tried to box up my emotions. Compartmentalize them and keep them in check. This wasn’t a fun visit. This was a visit to make sure she was okay and to keep an eye out for shit in her father’s home. I watched the road, looking for any signs of cars that were casing her parent’s house.

  And when no one passed by, I started for the porch.

  I needed to place whatever these fucking feelings were aside. This was the worst time to get wrapped up in her again. As I stood on the porch and knocked on the door, I swallowed whatever heat was rising up into my gut. My cock couldn’t rule my actions. My thumping heart couldn’t rule my decisions. If there was any time for the logical side of me to come out, this was it.

  But when Harlow opened the door, and my eyes settled on her, I knew I was a goner. I knew it wasn’t going to be possible. With her smile and her shining eyes and the hope that ricocheted behind them, I knew I was about to be pulled into her trap again.

  Into the web, she had spun for me to lay back in while she digested me.

  She was a virus. A spider waiting to bite my head off. She would be the end of me. The death of everything I had stood for to keep myself safe. She would be the one to lift me up before she dropped me off a cliff. But the funny thing was, I didn’t care. As my eyes raked over her body, taking in her summer dress that clung to every feature I loved about her, I smiled.

  She wasn’t hurt. She wasn’t limping. She wasn’t bruised or battered or trembling. By all accounts of what I could see, she was safe. Healthy. Upright and full of life.

  “Fox,” Harlow said. “Would you like to come in?”

  The sound of my name dripping from her tongue snapped the little self-control I had to lose. I barreled into her body, our lips crashing down onto one another’s as I slammed the door shut behind me. Her hands threaded around my neck as our tongues danced together, and I walked her down the hallway with my hands on her hips.

  I was going to have her in this home. In any way, she would let me take her.

  Then, I would get to looking around.

  Chapter 20

  Harlow

  I rushed to the door and waited until I heard him on the porch. I didn’t want to look or seem too anxious to be with him again. Men like him didn’t like that type of thing… or so I figured. Independent men who led their own lives didn’t enjoy being tied down by women like myself. So, I had to play it cool. I had to tuck in my excitement and play off the joy I was experiencing listening to him walk up to the porch of my parent’s house.

  I opened the door when he didn’t knock, worried he would backtrack and leave. Regard me as a mistake and keep on going with his life. I knew a man like him was no good for me. He would use my body, break my heart, and keep going as if I didn’t matter. But for some reason, he mattered to me. His presence was comforting and his body molded to mine in a way I hadn’t ever experienced before. His hands pulled fire through my veins, and his kiss sent my electrical circuits into overdrive.

  But more than that-- more than the physical and the ethereal-- things felt natural with him. Like my naivety towards the world wasn’t a bother and my questions about his life didn’t faze him. He made me feel like he wanted to know about me. He made me feel like he wasn’t holding anything back.

  Which was more than I could say for my own father at that point.

  My eyes raked up and down his form, dancing around his tattoos and taking in his presence. He was there. Blocking out the sun and shadowing me with his muscles. Looming over me, as if to protect me somehow. It was just how he was. His tall stature and his throbbing muscles screamed out their own want. A want to protect and secure. To take care of someone and to cherish them. I felt my heart leap into my throat as my eyes connected with his, taking in the heated way he was already staring at me as he stood in the frame of my parent’s front door.

  “Fox? Would you like to come in?” I asked.

  I watched him draw in a deep breath as his chest swelled with the action. I wanted to reach out and touch him. To feel the fire underneath my fingertips, I knew his body held. I wanted to wrap my legs around him again. To feel his tongue dancing between my folds. I wanted him to show me the ways of the body. All of the pleasures I knew he could bring to the table while I sang his praises.

  I wanted to please him this time. Not simply the other way around.

  His lips crashing down on mine pulled me from my thoughts. He pushed me back, his hands hard on my hips as he kicked the front door closed behind him. His tongue was lashing around, tasting the whole of me as I granted him access. He backed me into the foyer wall as I moaned into his lips, his throat swallowing my sounds as my hands flew to his hair.

  I was buzzing with euphoria. Smiling into his lips as his hands rounded the globe of my ass. He picked me up as if I was a piece of paper. Like I weighed nothing within the grasp of his chiseled arms. He walked me down the hallway and planted me into the wall, his cock growing against my pussy. I hated the clothes that separated us. I hated the fact that our skin was still behind barriers. Concealed from the public eye, yet not bared and vulnerable just yet.

  My clothes felt like sandpaper against my skin, and his hands were the soothing balm I needed to make the pain go away.

  I wrapped my legs around him as his lips traveled down my cheek. He peppered kisses along my skin, traveling for my neck. I tilted my head off to the side, granting him access to my body as he rolled his hips into mine. I ran my fingers through his hair, grabbing sharply onto his shoulders as they throbbed with their effort.

  His lips locked onto my skin and I felt him biting. Sucking. Nibbling and licking. Marking me with his teeth before soothing the aching skin with his tongue. His hands traveled my body as he pinned me to the wall, rendering me immobile as his hand cupped my breast. I could feel my nipple puckering to painful peaks underneath the padding of my bra. Reaching for him as my hips rolled against his.

  His lips traveled down to my breasts, his hand pulling my shirt down to reach what he really wanted.

  “Fuck, Fox. Yes.”

  His tongue teased my nipple, circling it with his warmth. He moaned into my skin, sending ricocheting vibrations throughout my body. I clung to him, pulling his head deeper into my body as his hands threaded around my waist. He pulled me from the wall and walked me down the hallway with no clue as to where he was headed.

  It wasn’t until my ass hit the kitchen counter that I understood what he was going to do.

  He teased and nibbled at my nipple until I was begging him for more. I could feel my wetness drenching my panties as his hands slid up my sundress. He pulled the flimsy fabric from my body, my lips hissing with the cool house air as he tossed the pathetic piece of fabric to the side. I was dripping onto my parent’s countertop, my naked ass writing for this man in front of me as he continued to pepper my skin with kisses.

  He backed away from my body, his chest heaving and his lips swollen from feasting on my body. I was marked by him, my neck throbbing and my chest burning. Our eyes connected and I could feel the tension growing between us. I could see the predatory stare in his eye cloaking his face as he slid his jacket off his shoulders. He tossed the leather behind him as I listened to it fall to the floor, then his hands gripped the fabric of his shirt.

  In an instant, it was gone, and in front of me was the strength of a man I knew I had allowed myself to fall for.

/>   In just a few short days, Fox had encompassed the whole of me. Mesmerized me and opened my eyes to a world I wanted to experience. He had taken so many of my firsts and raised the bar for things I had already experienced. There would never be another man who could entice me the way he could, with his chiseled muscles and his glistening skin. With his hunger eyes and his perfect build. I fit right into the empty crevices of his body. My lips naturally planted right in the middle of his chest. His tattoos lent him a colorful appearance that reminded me of the beauty of a male peacock, and I watched as his plum spread.

  I watched him stalk towards me, making it known that I was his.

  His lips planted on mine one last time before I watched him sit down. I had been so entranced by his body that I hadn’t even seen him grab one of the kitchen island stools. He wrapped his hands around my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the counter, his nose running up the inside of my leg. I watched him curiously, trying to figure out what he was going to do as his lips grew dangerously close to my pussy.

  Then, he looked up at me and grinned.

  His tongue dipped between my folds as I groaned and laid back. I caught myself on my forearms as Fox slung my legs over his shoulders. He was perched in front of me, comfortable and relaxed, ready to eat his fill as my body heated with anticipation. His tongue licked and sucked. Flicked my clit and slid into the depths of my dripping pussy. I shook for him, my legs locking around his head as his fingertips dug into my hips.

  Every part of my body was going to be marked by him by the time he was done with me.

  My hips rolled into his face as he grunted into my pussy. I could hear him swallowing me down, drinking the juices that poured from my pussy. He was massaging my thighs, trying to get my jerking legs to calm down as I lost myself in the pleasure he had to give me. His tongue was like lightning speed over the tip of my clit, sending burning sensations up and down my back as I arched further into his lips.

  “Fox. Shit. Oh… oh, yes. Fox. Fox. Don’t stop. Please. I beg you. Fox! Yes!”

  I exploded onto his face, my body falling to the counter as he pulled me even closer. His hands dropped from my body as his face pushed into me and I could hear the clattering of his belt. My heels dug into the nakedness of his back, feeling his muscles twitching with need as his hands ran back up my thighs.

  Then he pulled his face from between my pussy lips and slid me from the counter.

  I fell from the counter and caught myself on his cock. He slid into me perfectly, pressing against my swollen walls. I shivered in his lap, feeling his arms bunching up my dress so he could feel my naked body against his. I pulled my dress over my head, exposing my body to him as his eyes devoured my curves.

  “Beautiful,” he said. “Fucking beautiful.”

  I wrapped my arms around him as we rolled against one another. I kissed his neck, nipping at his shoulder and digging my fingernails into his back. I kissed and licked every outline of his tattoos on his neck as his hands roamed my back. I could feel his dick throbbing against my walls, threatening to spill forth already as my body readied itself for another round. I planted my feet on the bars on the side of the stool, giving myself some leverage as I started bouncing in his lap. I raised my face and connected my lips with Fox’s, tasting my juices on his skin as he groaned into my mouth.

  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.
/>
  “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?