Fox (The Road Rebels MC Book 4)

by Savannah Rylan

  “We’ll both have the best pasta dish on your menu,” she said. “That’s a relief to say!” she looked at me again and noticed the confused expression on my face.

  “I’m tired of ordering fancy,” she admitted with a slight laugh. Watching her laugh made me happier than I could have possibly imagined and I knew I was in deep trouble.

  ***

  “And his investments really paid off. He retired at fifty and hasn’t worked a day in his life since,” Noelle was telling me about her father’s work, and from the sounds of it; she came from a family that was not only wealthy but mixed with the higher strata of society that I was completely unfamiliar with.

  I nodded my head and watched her as she ate. She was delicate and feminine with her food…was that a sign of good breeding? There was nothing about this woman that was familiar to me, and yet, it felt like I knew her already.

  “And what about your mom?” I asked, and Noelle arched her eyebrows like she was going to tell me a joke.

  “Well, mom is a lady who lunches,” she said and let out a soft laugh. I didn’t have any idea what she was talking about, but I smiled along, paying more attention to the curves of her lips as she laughed.

  My gaze fell over her shoulder then, at the two men at the bar at the back of the restaurant. They had been looking in our direction, and I looked back at them; recognizing their Dragon Knights patches immediately. A wave of rage washed over me, and I shifted in my chair. My leather jacket was off, and I hoped they hadn’t noticed who I was.

  “What about you, Tank? Tell me about your parents,” I heard Noelle say, but my eyes were fixed on the men behind her. They were both drinking beers, staring openly at me and I glared back at them. They wanted to be found. They wanted me to know that I was being watched.

  “Tank?” Noelle’s voice interrupted my glare, and I turned back to her, no doubt she would have noticed the icy coldness of my gaze.

  “What?” I snapped, and she knotted her brows.

  “I was asking about your parents, but you don’t have to talk about them if you don’t want to,” she said, the humor in her voice had dropped instantly. I clenched my jaws and stuck a fork into my plate of pasta.

  “Nothing to tell. I left home when I was fifteen, and I haven’t seen or spoken to them since then,” I said in a low growl and to my surprise, Noelle reached a hand out to me and clasped mine in hers. I clenched my fists, my eyes shifting to the two DK assholes behind her, who were watching everything. How had I not noticed them before? I was cursing myself to have led them to Noelle.

  “Do you want to talk about it? We don’t have to if you don’t want to, I’ll understand,” I heard her say and I looked at her again.

  “There’s nothing to talk about,” I said to her again, but Noelle was patient with me. She assumed that my enraged mood was the result of the topic about my parents. She was looking at me with a softened gaze.

  “Tank, these things happen. I know from my own complicated relationship with my parents how hard these things are. If you left home at that early age, and if you’ve not stayed in touch with them, I’m sure you’ve had good reason not to,” she said and squeezed my hand.

  The men at the bar raised their bottles of beer in the air at that moment, and I yanked my hand away from Noelle’s hold.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, in a bruised voice as I started tapping my feet on the ground. I needed to get her out of that place, but I also didn’t want to scare her.

  “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t know what else to tell you about my parents,” I said and stared at her half eaten plate of pasta. I was toying with the idea of asking her to leave her food and walk out with me, but that would upset her or scare her. I needed to handle the situation delicately.

  “You can tell me what happened. What made you leave home and join an MC?” she asked, and I watched as she lifted a forkful of pasta to her mouth. She had a kindness in her eyes and voice, and it made me sick that there were two Dragon Knights members who were watching me and her now.

  I was glad that this was a public place though, which meant that chances of a shootout happening here were far less. However, I still tried to discreetly feel the gun I had stuffed in my belt. I needed to be prepared for anything happening.

  “Noelle, I really don’t want to talk about it right now,” I said and glanced at the guys at the counter again. They were smiling at me, goading me. I had to do everything in my power to not charge at them with guns blazing. The last thing I wanted tonight, was to put Noelle’s life in danger. But that was exactly what I had led her to. Once again, I had underestimated the Dragon Knights. I had assumed that they wouldn’t be watching me. That they wouldn’t follow me on a date. How they fuck did they even know I was here?

  “I understand, Tank. We don’t have to talk about it. It’s just that sometimes, it makes life easier just to relieve yourself of these kinds of burdens,” Noelle continued. She had tilted her head to the side as she watched me, but she couldn’t understand why exactly it was that I was angry.

  I nodded my head and pushed my plate away from me.

  “I think I’m done,” I said and looked at her expectantly, hoping that she would say the same. But instead, Noelle smirked and raised another forkful of pasta to her mouth.

  “You’ve barely eaten it. You were lying when you said you’re not a fussy eater!” she exclaimed and smiled with a mouthful of pasta.

  I watched her eat, still considering if it was going to be a good idea to just drag her out of this place without warning. She was a slow eater, and she was taking her time with the food.

  “So since you don’t want to talk about your parents, what else do you want to talk about? There is so much I want to know about you,” she continued, and I grabbed my fifth bottle of beer tightly in my hand. I took a big sip and banged it down on the table.

  The sound startled Noelle a little, and she dropped her fork down on her plate and stared at me. Without explanation, I stood up from my chair and started dragging my wallet out of my pocket.

  “We’re leaving now,” I said and eyed the men at the bar.

  “What? Why?” she asked, dabbing the sides of her mouth with the napkin on her lap.

  “Because I’m taking you home,” I said, and she stared up at me wide eyed. I pulled out as much cash as I had in my wallet and slapped it down on the table. It was definitely more than I owed, but now wasn’t the time to be careful with money.

  The two Dragon Knights were still watching us, and they knew that I was about to leave.

  “Noelle lets go,” I said, trying to make myself sound as casual and calm as possible. She had her brows crossed and her mouth set in a firm line.

  “Why? I don’t understand, Tank. Please, just explain it to me,” she said, in a weak, desperate voice and I walked around the table to her. I reached for her hand, and she allowed me to take it.

  “I want to take you home because I don’t want to talk anymore,” I said and stared into her blue eyes.

  Her expression went from looking dazed and confused to a sudden realization dawning on her. She bit down on her lip and nodded her head.

  “Okay, let’s go. I don’t want to talk anymore either,” Noelle said and stood up.

  I walked ahead of her, keeping a firm grip on her hand as I weaved us around the tables. I was taking the farthest possible route away from the bar, but I had my eyes on the two men. I was ready to pull out my gun on a moment’s notice and shield Noelle with my body if I had to.

  Even though they watched us walk towards the door, neither of them made a move. I pulled Noelle around and lightly pushed her out of the door, stepping out behind her and looking over my shoulder at the guys.

  Now with Noelle in my life, I realized that everything was going to change. I was going to become a man who always looked over his shoulder because I didn’t want anything to happen to her. I didn’t want to be responsible for any harm to Noelle. It was going to make me weak. It was going to make me
susceptible to defeat, and I did not like the sound of that.

  CHAPTER10

  Noelle

  Tank was intense when he brought me back to his apartment. I had ridden on the backseat of his bike, with my arms thrown around his stomach and I was worried if I was hurting his wound. He didn’t show it even if I was.

  Tank’s apartment was clean but typically a man’s house. He had the bare minimum furniture, but everything was in its place. He led me into the living room and flipped the light switch on, then threw his leather jacket on the couch.

  I looked around me, at his large screen TV and the coffee table and water rings on the surface, while Tank walked over to the window and parted the curtains slightly to look outside.

  “Expecting someone?” I asked, and he turned to look at me again. His hazel eyes were narrowed and dark, he stared at my face for a few moments before his expression softened. His gaze drifted down to my breasts. I knew the dress I was wearing showed cleavage and he seemed to like that.

  “No, I’m not,” he said and walked swiftly towards me.

  “Look, Noelle…I know tonight was supposed to just be a regular date…” he began to say, and I could see that he looked genuinely apologetic. I smiled at him and placed my clutch on the coffee table beside us.

  “Tank, I’m here now. You don’t have to apologize to me for bringing me here,” I said, in a quiet voice and he stepped closer to me.

  “It’s just that I couldn’t sit in that place, looking at you in this dress, hearing you talk…and do nothing else,” he murmured, bringing his face close to mine. I had to crane my neck to look up at him, and I bit down on my lip.

  “I have to admit that it was getting difficult to just sit there for me too,” I said, feeling the tops of my cheeks flush. Something about Tank, something about the way I wanted him…made me bolder, more courageous to speak my mind. I didn’t feel like I needed to make pretenses around him, or like I had to try to be someone else who I was not.

  “Why? Why was it so difficult for you?” he asked, and then he brought up his hands to my face, clasping my cheek with one hand. The sensation of his large rough hands meeting my skin sent shivers down my spine, and for a few moments; I felt tongue tied. I could feel the desperate desire growing in me again. Tank was too hot to resist.

  “I wanted you to touch me,” I said, in a low, hoarse whisper, a little embarrassed of what I was saying. I had never spoken like this before.

  “I’m touching you now,” he said, and he moved his fingers towards my lips. With his thumb, he parted my lips and then slowly, keeping his eyes on my face; he popped his forefinger into my mouth. I tasted the saltiness of his skin, and the smooth sliding motion of his finger between my lips reminded me of how his cock had felt inside my mouth. An instinctual moan rose up my throat, which made Tank’s eyelids droop heavily as he looked at me.

  “What else do you want me to do to you, Noelle?” he asked, and I reached for him, wrapping my arms around his thick neck. He slipped his finger in and out of my mouth, while his other hand held on to my waist tightly.

  “I want you to touch me everywhere,” I said, a little shyly again, and it brought a smile to Tank’s face. It was like he was enjoying how embarrassed I was of admitting these things.

  “You have no fucking idea how sexy you are,” he growled under his breath, and he slipped his finger out of my mouth, it was wet and glistening with my saliva. He dragged the same hand down my body, over my breasts and my belly, feeling the shape of my curves.

  I shuddered in his arms, a little unsteady on my feet as his hand traveled down to the hem of my short cocktail dress. Without wasting any time, Tank pulled up the bottom of my dress, rolling it over my thighs till his hand hovered over my pussy. He caressed the lace of my panties, and rubbed me through the fabric, feeling for wetness. He didn’t need to check, I was dripping wet already.

  Then, while I stared up at him, waiting for him to do something to me, he leaned his face towards me and pulled my mouth into his, claiming me abruptly. I gasped as our tongues crashed together, but Tank was the forceful one, pushing his tongue into my mouth. Tasting me, exploring every inch with hunger.

  He was using the strength of his body to push me towards the wall, till my back was pinned to it. His lips remained clasped to mine, and he grunted with every thrust of his tongue. His hand traveled down my breasts again, down my belly, till he was roughly pushing aside my panties.

  I pulled my mouth away from his for breath when his fingers met my wet folds. He lightly slapped it and then rubbed my pussy again, and I pinned myself further to the wall. My body was overtaken with desire. I could feel the throbbing ache between my legs where his fingers were teasing me. My clit was swollen, my pussy was dripping its juices, running down the insides of my thighs. Tank didn’t stop touching me there, rubbing my clit roughly with his thumb, while his other fingers played with my wet folds.

  I glared at him, as though begging for more, and a smile lingered on his face. He enjoyed watching me squirm with desire, shudder with arousal. I could feel my nipples pebbled under my dress, aching for his mouth.

  “Tank, please…” I hissed and bit down on my lip, as his fingers continued to tease me. He grew rougher with every second, tormenting my pussy. I wanted more than just his fingers this time.

  “Please what?” he asked, and I gulped, trying to find the right words to say. I knew what I wanted, I’d just never said it to anyone before.

  “You have to tell me what you want,” he growled and slipped a finger into me, which made me gasp.

  “I want you to fuck me,” my voice came out hoarse, and I couldn’t believe I had actually said the words. Tank smiled, pleased with my request and before I knew what was happening, he had slipped his finger out of me and grabbing me by my waist, he had flipped me around.

  My breasts pressed against the wall, as he positioned me the way he wanted to have me. Wrapping one strong arm around my belly, he lifted my body up, making sure that my ass stuck out in the air, directed at him.

  I could feel my knees weakening at the thought of him taking me from behind. He caressed and squeezed my ass and then used his hands on my thighs to spread my legs apart.

  My breasts swung below me, my breathing was harsh and wild. My palms were pressed against the wall for support, and I heard Tank’s belt come off. My arms were covered in goosebumps as I waited for the moment.

  He was tugging my tight dress up my ass now, settling it around my hips. All it took him was one quick motion, to rip my panties off and I felt it sliding down my legs to the ground. I was completely exposed to him now. Bare ass and pussy dripping wet, inviting him in.

  He touched me there again, sliding his fingers up and down my throbbing slit before I heard the sound of his jeans drop to the floor.

  Tank grunted as he placed his hands on my ass, holding me in position.

  “I’ve been waiting to ride you for a long time, Noelle,” he said in a low gruff voice, and I could sense his cock near my ass.

  My breath caught in my throat, and I moaned. My pussy was aching with desire, impatient to have Tank inside me.

  Tank grazed his cock against my slit gently at first, and then he thrust himself in. We both moaned at the same time, as his cock slid in inch by inch inside me. He was bigger than the last guy I’d slept with, and I could feel my muscles clenching and then unclenching as he pushed himself deeper.

  Tank didn’t stop grunting as he slid in, slowly at first till he plowed himself in for the last few inches. My body was pushed forward, my breasts crashed against the wall, and he slid himself out again.

  “So fucking tight,” I heard him mumble under his breath, and then he thrust himself in again. This time I was better prepared for him. I could feel the walls of my pussy relax as he fit himself in. Deeper and deeper, stroking that spot inside me that was going to make me come.

  He picked up a quick, forceful motion, thrusting himself in and pulling out quickly, his balls slapped against my
ass, and he didn’t stop. I moaned and bit down on my lip, sensing my body covered with beads of perspiration as I was being pushed over the edge of an orgasm.

  “Come for me, beautiful,” he said, in a hoarse voice as he kept pushing into me; towards a quick rhythmic motion that lulled me into a dream state. I was quivering with the ache building up inside me, his cock pushed and pushed till I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Tank!” I screamed his name, startled…I had never had an orgasm with a cock inside me before, but with him, I was coming hard. I could feel my juices trickling out while he heightened his pace. Thrusting and banging, pushing and pounding, deeper and deeper till I was moaning with pleasure, my body rocking and sweating.

  I heard him growl, like a wild animal as his grip on my ass tightened. His hands pinched my skin as he shuddered and I felt him shoot inside me. My orgasm had begun to calm down as I felt him depositing his seed inside me.

  He dropped himself over me, his chest on my back while he thrust in slower motion, his come jetting into me.

  When he was done, he remained in the same position. Our bodies draped together…till my knees finally buckled and I crashed to the floor. Tank followed me down, falling on me and I laughed. He was laughing too. We were both spent and exhausted and satisfied, and I couldn’t believe how good this felt.

  We were lying on the carpeted floor, trying to catch our breath. My arms were entangled with Tank’s, I could see his cock still erect, throbbing and glistening with both our juices. I stared up at his ceiling, trying to figure out what it was about him that made me feel so good. Was it because he was strong? Because of all his muscles? His tattoos? Or was it because being with him was so wrong?

  Tank reached for me, pulling me into his arms so that now my head was resting on his heaving chest. He weaved his fingers into my hair, and I pressed my eyes closed, trying to burn this moment into my memory.

  “Noelle…I would like you to stay the night here with me,” I heard him say and I lifted my head up to look at him.