Bracing one hand on his tattooed chest, I grab hold of his hair and tug to get his full attention. The side of my mouth kicks up challengingly. “What are you doing? Sweet and gentle is fun, but it was never going to be us. Those times you were hate fucking me with your fingers?” I lean down to whisper hotly against his ear, pulling his hand to my neck. “I liked it. Don’t treat me like I’ll break, because I won’t.”
He releases a growl, grinning as he flips me over to take control. His hips snap and I gasp as his cock hits me deeper. His fingers wrap around my throat and hot and cold shivers run across my skin.
“Yes, like that,” I hiss as the heat builds. “Don’t stop.”
“Look at me when I fuck you, daisy. Don’t take your eyes off mine.” I snap my eyes open at the command. He looks wild, dark hair hanging in his face, full lips parted, possessive gaze locked on mine. He punctuates his words with thrusts. “I want you to know it’s me doing this to you. That you’re mine. You always have been.”
I nod, wrapping my legs around his hips.
Fox grunts, fingers tightening on my neck as he pins me to the bed. I’m getting wetter the harder he fucks me. Collapsing onto an elbow, he stops choking me in favor of holding my jaw in a firm grip. My nails rake down his back. He pants against my cheek, alternating between kissing and biting the side of my face as he drives into me.
“Fuck, Maisy,” he chokes out. “I’m going to come hard enough to paint your goddamn insides so deep no one will ever claim your pussy after me.”
“Never,” I agree, arching against him as pleasure erupts in my core. “Oh god, I’m coming. Fuck, harder.”
A rough sound tears from him, his thrusts speeding up with even more force as he chases me to orgasm. He pushes up far enough to watch my dazed expression with a hungry focus as I tremble from coming so hard. Moving his hand to grip my hair in his fist, he snaps his hips and stiffens with a low rumble. His cock throbs deep inside me and I gasp from the sensation.
We’re both panting, coming down from the ecstasy racing through us. Fox pulls out and collapses beside me, reaching out and tugging me against his sweaty side. With his other hand, he reaches down and pulls my thigh across his torso. My pulse is throbbing between my legs and I shift just to feel the dirty gratification of our mingled come coating my inner thighs.
After a few minutes our breathing evens out.
“Damn,” I murmur, lacking the brain power to say much more.
Fox chuckles, the low, raspy sound sending warm tingles over my skin and wrapping around my heart. He squeezes my thigh and turns to place a kiss in my hair. I tilt my head up and his lips find mine, the soft kiss at odds with how wild we were together. When we part, our gazes lock and we stare at each other.
It’s comfortable. I don’t feel the need to fill the silence, and neither does he. We simply exist in this moment. I’m bared to him down to my soul and feel like he’s allowing me to look into his. There are no more walls between us.
He traces random patterns on my skin, holding me close. I feel like I’m right where I belong, the old warped piece that was gone from my heart for so long now firmly back in place.
When I wake up in Fox’s bed, the apartment is empty and quiet. I stretch, enjoying the aches from yesterday and last night. The sight of Fox’s belt still tied around a pipe above his bed where he restrained my wrists for round…who knows last night makes my mouth stretch in a delicious smile.
Music drifting from the lower level reaches me when I get up and drag one of his t-shirts over my head. It’s big on me, hitting mid thigh and slipping off one shoulder. I skip everything else, pour a cup of coffee from the still-warm pot, and go off in search for him.
So far I’ve lucked out. My parents haven’t done anything to find me. I wasn’t kidding about smashing my phone if they tried to track it, but part of me is surprised they let me go after how controlling they’ve been. It leaves me waiting for the other shoe to drop. I need to check in with Holden and see what things are like at the house.
All other thoughts fly from my head when I creep down the stairs to the garage. Fox is in the middle of working, covered in a light sheen of sweat and grime. He’s shirtless, tattoos on display, ripped black jeans hanging off his hips as he crosses to the workbench to grab a tool before heading back to the piece of metal he’s bending to his will to form something. I park my ass on the step, watching in fascination with my coffee cup cradled in my hands.
It’s as if the materials he uses have no choice but to obey his command to become what he wants. I don’t know what it was originally, or what it will be, but it’s beautiful. He hammers out a piece until it flattens, then uses another power tool to cut off a raw edge.
Fox looks up when he realizes I’m there, catching me out of his periphery. I grin when his gaze rakes over me from head to toe, the want obvious as he drags his teeth over his lower lip. Damn, a girl could get used to that.
“Hi.” I keep eye contact as I take a sip of coffee.
Without a word he wipes his hands and crosses the garage, taking the steps two at a time until he reaches me halfway up. He slides his fingers into my hair and tilts my head back for a deep kiss.
Pulling back slowly, his eyes dip to what I’m wearing. “Nice shirt.”
“I thought so,” I say with a smirk. “You been up for a while?”
“I was under the impression people who did yoga got up with the sun. It’s almost ten.”
“That’s when they aren’t fucked within an inch of their life by an insatiable monster,” I sass, indicating the finger-shaped bruises on my thighs to prove my point.
His gaze turns heated as I tease the hem of the shirt higher to follow the pattern of marks he left on me—bites, hickeys, and bruises covering my body. He takes my hand and sets my coffee aside on the step.
“Come here.”
He tugs me down the steps, leading me to the Charger. Spinning me around, he captures my mouth again, nipping my lip before swiping his tongue over the sharp burst of pain. His large calloused hands fit to my waist, almost encircling it. I run my fingers over the scar on his knuckle as he guides me back until he has me splayed on the hood of his car.
“My dirty, rebellious little daisy,” he murmurs, gaze pinning me in place as he slides a hand up my hip, pushing up his stolen shirt to reveal I have nothing on underneath. “You know what this means, right?”
I sink my teeth into my lip and shake my head.
With a crooked grin that’s all mischief, he grabs the bottom of the shirt and rips it up so my lower body is completely bared to him.
“It means it’s time for my breakfast. You don’t wear panties around me and I’m going to fuck your pussy with my tongue, fingers, and cock. Got it?”
A bolt of electric heat races through my body as a moan escapes me. Fox pushes my legs wider and his sinful mouth descends on me. He sucks my clit into his mouth, chuckling at the noise that rips from my throat. My hands fly to the back of his head, holding on as he tortures me with his talented tongue.
The bay door is open, and though it seems like there isn’t anyone else around in the row of warehouses where Fox has made his home, anyone could catch us if they drove up. It only makes the carnal exhilaration soar higher, calling to a deep hidden piece of myself I’ve suppressed for so long.
I’ll never be able to look at his Charger again without blushing and thinking of this, him eating my pussy on the hood of his car.
“Yes,” I sigh, threading my fingers through his hair as his tongue swipes with the perfect amount of pressure.
He doesn’t shy away when my hips begin to rock, riding the sensual wave of building arousal. His face buries deeper between my legs and he lures me over the edge into an orgasm that ripples through my core. Damn, Sir Good Vibes has nothing on waking up to this first thing in the morning. My chest heaves with my panting breaths and I skate my fingers lazily over my nipples through Fox’s shirt, enjoying the lingering aftershocks.
“That w
as amazing,” I murmur.
“We’re not done.” Fox leans over me with a feral grin, planting his hands on either side of me on the matte black hood. “I love the way you look right now.”
“How do I look?”
The question comes out breathless. A shiver wracks my body. Fisting the t-shirt I stole, he tugs me up.
“Mine,” he rumbles against my lips before kissing me.
Tearing his mouth from mine, he turns me around and pushes in the middle of my back to encourage me to fold in half over the car. “Bend over.”
Once I’m where he wants me, he lifts one of my knees up onto the hood. A breath shudders out of me from how turned on I am. The tip of his cock rubs up and down my folds as he teases me. He does it until I squirm.
“Come on,” I plead, desperate for him to give it to me. For as much as I’ve awakened a beast in him, he’s ignited a fiery need inside me. “More. Want you in me.”
“Ask for it, baby,” he demands, smacking my ass.
The words can’t climb up my throat fast enough. “Please fuck me.”
Fox slams into me, making my back arch and a cry catch in my throat. I manage to suck in a breath as he pulls out and thrusts again. My legs tremble, unable to move a lot in this position. I have to just take it and I love it, giving in to the feeling he stirs in me when he takes control. Tingles deep in my core have me close to coming again and we’ve barely started.
“You like it when I fuck you like that?”
A choked noise of assent escapes me. He grabs hold of my hair, just hard enough to feel it and his skin slaps against mine with his next thrust. I come hard, screaming as I ride it out.
“Mm, you squeeze my cock so good when you come all over it.”
He leans over, kissing my spine as he slows down. The change hits me at a new angle and I squirm beneath him, trying to press back into each thrust. He chuckles, dragging his lips up my back. Long fingers reach around and press into my mouth. I curl my tongue around them and suck, loving this new sensation of being full with his muscular body stretched out over mine.
“Get these good and wet, wildflower, because I’m going to fucking own every part of you,” he rasps against my hair.
Air gusts out of my lungs at the filthy promise. How does he know exactly what I want without me having to voice it? We’ve been apart for so long, but the ways our connection has matured into this intense compatibility almost scares me. No one else can give me this kind of fulfillment like he can. I know that deep in my bones.
I moan, slurping around his knuckles when he pulls free. With a quiet rumble, he changes the angle again, slamming his cock into me while he traces his wet fingers down the crack of my ass, circling around my hole. My breath hitches.
“I wish you could see how good you look right now, Maise.” He massages my hole as his cock fills my pussy. When I relax enough one of his fingers enters my ass, he releases a low, satisfied groan. “Fuck, you’re sucking me right in. Feel that?”
My head feels light and hazy, but I manage a nod as his finger sinks deeper. The sensation is strange, but my insides coil tight in excitement. He gives me time to adjust as he fucks my pussy and my ass, then adds a second finger after leaning down to spit in my crack. It’s so vulgar, but it gets me obscenely hot. I can hear how wet I am as his cock pounds into me.
“Fox,” I beg hoarsely, not even sure what I need.
“I’ve got you, baby. Just keep taking it.” He squeezes my hip, pumping his fingers in time with his hips. He owns every inch of me, just like he promised. Body, heart, and fucking soul. “Good girl.”
It becomes too much and I shake apart beneath him as I take it. The orgasm shatters me, unlike any I’ve had before, even better than all the things we did last night. My throat is scratchy as I scream through my release.
“Oh shit,” Fox grits, his fingers digging into my hip as his dick pulses deep inside me, filling me with his come.
Carefully, he pulls his fingers free and braces his hands on the hood, caging me in. I can’t move, still too delirious from such a mind-blowing orgasm, and he seems to be the same as his hot panting breaths coast over my damp skin. He stays inside me while he helps guide my leg off the car, then folds over my body, gathering me in his embrace. His lips press to the side of my face when I turn it to try to see him.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. That was… Wow. Good wow.” I make a small noise and he understands, lips finding mine in a sweet kiss.
“Want me to carry you upstairs for a shower?”
“That sounds amazing, but not yet. Let me up?”
He peels away, our skin sticky. His hands hover over me as I stand, the large t-shirt falling down to cover me. Reaching overhead, I draw in a deep breath while stretching and focus on the energy moving through my body while he tugs his jeans back up his hips. I go through a couple other poses to get my blood flowing that leave me with only the delicious lingering aches of sex.
The first two times I saw the garage, we didn’t stay long. Curiosity has me exploring, wanting to know more about Fox through the things he loves.
First I touch the motorcycle, finding the ding in the chrome. The memory filters through my head, making me smile as I think of his face when he sought me out to hide him before his dad killed him for the damage. We spent hours hidden away in my room watching cartoons. While I look around, he studies me, thumbs hooked in his jeans. I get distracted for a moment, admiring the hard planes of his sculpted body glistening with sweat.
“What?”
“Nothing, just admiring the excellent view,” I sass.
He snorts, ruffling his dark tousled hair so it ends up even messier.
Biting my lip around a secret smile, I turn toward the workbench. Half-finished projects and his tools cover the surface, along with the piece he was working with when I came downstairs. I touch it, feeling the cool metal and trace the curve he’s twisted it into.
“What are you making?”
“Not sure yet. I don’t always have a plan when I’m making something. I usually just go with it until it feels done.”
Thinking of the equally scrappy furniture pieces in his apartment, I glance over my shoulder. “Did you make the stuff upstairs too?” He nods. A soft smile tugs at my lips. “I like it. It’s amazing that you can make something with your own hands. Your stuff has so much character. It’s like I can feel you in them.”
The compliment makes his handsome features morph into a perplexed expression. I don’t think he thinks about sharing it with others. Warmth expands in my chest because he’s sharing it with me.
“I remember how much you liked working on cars and learning about the mechanics, but this stuff is cool. How did you get into doing it?”
Coming around the Charger, he backs me against the workbench, bracing his hands on the edge. I take advantage of his proximity to trace his abs, grinning when his stomach twitches. Still ticklish. I file that away.
“It’s mostly a hobby now. Something to keep my mind busy when it’s too loud. I like working with my hands and tinkering with shit until it shapes into something. Sometimes it’s useful, like the coffee table, and others it just is what it is.” His gaze turns distant for a moment and he holds my hips, tugging me against his body like he needs me close enough to climb into his heart. “At first it was a habit I needed to survive. Once I went into the system, I wasn’t used to having a lot.”
I swallow at the melancholy in his tone, winding my arms around him to give him a hug. Resting my chin on his tattooed chest, I peer up at him while he tells me the story.
“Nothing belonged to you. That’s the first thing you learn. It eats away at the hope most of those kids have that they’ll find some damn stability in whatever home they’re shoved into. But I already had everything ripped away from me, so it wasn’t new.” He sighs, rubbing my back like he needs to comfort me instead of the other way around. He laughs. “After I started living with my foster family in Thorne Point, Colt’s mom
caught me messing around with scrap metal from a junkyard on the outskirts of the city and tried to put my pieces in an avant garde art show. Eventually I stopped doing it because I had to, and kept at it more because I wanted to. I enjoy it.”
“I’m glad,” I murmur.
The smile he gives me makes my heart stop. I love the curve of it and I give him one of my own as I reach up to trace it.
When his lips connect with mine, I forget everything for a little while, existing where it’s just the two of us without any of the pain of our past tarnishing this moment.
Twenty-Six
Fox
After making good on my offer to carry her upstairs, we cleaned up in the shower together. She protested that she could still walk, but a primal part of my brain needed to take care of her after she let me fuck her so roughly. I lose myself in running soapy hands over every inch of her body and massage her skin until she melts into me. My cock is ready for another round, but we have time.
“Stay in as long as you want. I have to call Colt to check in. I’ll get him to mask your cell signal so your parents can’t use it to find us.”
She murmurs an agreement and I drop a quick kiss on her forehead before getting out.
“Let’s go through the journals first, then we’ll check the flash drive you brought,” I tell her on my way out of the bathroom.
“Okay.”
There’s a part of me that wants to get back in under the hot spray of water with her. The part where she’s entwined into my soul, tattooed on my heart. It takes effort, but I manage to force my feet to cross the room, discarding the towel around my waist to tug on a worn pair of jeans with rips in the knees.
Moving to the couch, I open the laptop and call Colton, setting my phone to speaker so I can work handsfree. I pull up the screenshots I took of the shady place we found Jacqueline at yesterday.
“Foxy,” he greets cheerfully.
“Fuckface,” I shoot back in the same tone.
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