When he claims me like that, my stomach dips pleasantly. I’ve always liked when he wanted to be possessive of me, even when we were kids.
“Fine,” I agree easily. “I like your shirts best anyway. Just a shirt and nothing else underneath, best feeling in the world.”
The sound Fox releases is part-groan, part-growl and he grabs my hips. “Careful with that mouth, Maisy Daisy, or I’ll fuck you right here in the middle of town.”
My mouth curves and satisfaction rolls down my spine. “Promises, promises,” I murmur in a seductive lilt that makes heat flare in his dark gaze. “Take me home?”
“Yeah. Get on.”
Fitting my arms around him with the rumble of the motorcycle between our legs feels like home and freedom all at once.
“Hold on tight,” he says over his shoulder.
Grinning into his back, I squeeze him. “Never letting go.”
We’re barely parked in the garage before I hop off the bike, needing to have his lips on mine after two days of being apart. He catches me in his arms, still straddling the bike as I grasp his face between my hands and capture his lips. Heat races over my skin as his palms drag over my body. At the needy sound that escapes me, he pops the buttons on my cut off shorts and stands from the bike in the same motion.
Yanking my body against his, he attacks my neck with his mouth, finding that sensitive spot that makes my thighs rub together against the pulse of heat in my core. His cock is a hard line against my stomach, but his focus is completely on me as he buries his big palms down the back of my shorts and pushes them off, rumbling in approval against my neck when he finds I don’t have anything on beneath them.
“My wild girl,” Fox rasps.
A grin tilts my lips at the reverence in his tone and my heart swells in my chest. His wild girl. That’s who I am. Untamed and free and myself.
The shorts fall to my ankles and I kick them off without stopping my own exploration, hands roaming beneath his shirt and pushing it up. He reaches behind his head with one hand and tugs the t-shirt off. Lifting me by my thighs, he guides my legs around his hips and carries me up the steps. My palms roam over his biceps, tracing the half sleeve tattoo on the left one.
We’re barely through the door when his mouth captures mine again. His grip flexes on my ass and he seems like he doesn’t want to let me go.
“Gonna make you mine,” he says.
A light laugh shakes my shoulders. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. “I never stopped being yours.”
“Doesn’t matter. You deserve to know I love you every second of the day.”
He puts me down on the coffee table and flattens his palm in the center of my chest, pushing me down until I’m spread out for him across the reclaimed wood. He kneels at the edge between my thighs, placing hot kisses at random across my thighs.
The conversation piece I brought upstairs from the workshop stands next to my head. I’m glad to see its hypnotic curves haven’t been damaged from him throwing it clear across the room when he was upset.
I reach up to touch it and Fox releases a rough sound.
“It’s you.”
I prop up on my elbows. “What?”
“I was…making you. I didn’t realize it until you were gone.” His thumbs trace tiny circles on my hips. “It’s you, Maisy. How I see you. How I love you.”
My breath hitches and I look at the mixed materials, the metal that shouldn’t bend in that way but it does—both strong and fluid at once. Rooted in wood, but reaching for the sky. No one but him has ever taken the time to see me so clearly, to take that and create something beautiful. I lick my lips and lift my gaze to him knelt between my thighs like I’m something he cherishes. Worships.
“I love it,” I whisper, setting it aside and combing my fingers through his dark fringe. “I love you.”
The corner of his mouth kicks up in a crooked smile that makes my heart stutter. The fondness in his gaze melts into something more sensual.
“By the time I’m done, you’ll never doubt that you’re mine again. Because I’ve only ever been yours, Maisy Daisy. Since you were six years old, trailing after your brother and jealous he got to go to school before you. Let me show you.”
Holding my gaze he lowers his mouth to my center and takes me to oblivion with my head thrown back.
The sexy smirk he shoots up the length of my body after I come should be illegal. He swipes the side of his mouth and licks the taste of me from his lips. Scooping me into his arms, we move to the bed.
“Not done with you yet,” he says in a smoky whisper. “Sit on my face.”
My stomach bottoms out. He doesn’t wait, tugging me where he wants me and my fists scramble in the sheets at the swipe of his tongue on my pussy, my folds still sensitive from the first orgasm he teased out of me.
“Ride my tongue.”
The command is muffled, his deep voice vibrating against my clit. It rips a gasp from me, but I rock my hips and tip my head back on a cry. He knows exactly how to bring me to the brink.
Not only because he’s fucked me all over this warehouse, but because he knows me. My heart knows his and his knows mine. The truth of it wraps around me.
“Oh god,” I breathe, dragging my nails over his tattooed chest and folding in half when my thighs start to shake. “God, I’m going to come again.”
He chuckles against the swollen folds of my pussy and I tip over the edge, the waves of pleasure echoing from my core. He’s not done. In fact, he shifts around like he’s getting comfortable for the long haul, palms smoothing over my thighs and squeezing while he licks and sucks my clit with a deceptively sedate focus.
As much as I’m enjoying his pampering, my mouth waters at the sight of his erection straining against his jeans. I want to make him feel good, too. I lean over and plant a trail of kisses down his abs, licking a spot I know is ticklish. He grunts and I smile into his skin as I rub the front of his jeans. He slows down his tongue and brushes his fingers over my side.
“Let me make you feel good, too.” I stroke him through his jeans. “If you think you’re the only one allowed to lay claim, you’re wrong, babe.”
Fox hums against me and I unzip his jeans. He lifts up to help me shove them down far enough to free his cock. He’s thick and hard, already past the point of ready to go. I waste no time swiping my tongue over the head and he groans in appreciation when I slip my lips around him. He returns to eating my pussy while I suck his cock and our moans become a symphony of pleasure filling the converted warehouse.
He kisses my folds slowly, then puts pressure on my clit that makes me draw in a sharp breath as I ride out the tingles racing over my skin. The vibrations of the noises I make have him thrusting his cock into my mouth and I relax, letting him fuck my face.
“Shit, your mouth is heaven,” he chokes out as his thighs tense. “Fuck. Fuck!”
His come floods my mouth and I swallow it down while his arms wrap around me. He goes boneless after his orgasm and a primal sort of pride burns in my chest for making him come hard. After a minute, he strokes my back and guides me onto my side. He props up on an elbow to kick his jeans the rest of the way off and helps me out of my tank and sports bra so we’re both naked.
I collapse against the sheets and stretch, rubbing my thighs together lazily to enjoy the lingering sensitivity.
“You think you’re all done?”
I crack my eyes open and quirk my brows. Fox shoots me this sinful look that sends a shiver down my spine as he smooths a hand up my side.
“Just because I came doesn’t mean I’m finished giving you orgasms, baby. Gonna keep fucking your pussy with my tongue while I finger your ass until my cock is ready to go again. I want you to be a filthy mess for me, little daisy.” He bends over to kiss my hips, punctuating his next words with teeth and tongue. “Every. Single. Inch.”
Air leaves me in a rush and I don’t get the chance to respond before he does exactly what he promised. And after, when he enters me
in one smooth thrust, he cradles me close until our bodies become one.
Sitting up in bed later, I suck on my swollen lower lip. It’s tender from the hours Fox spent kissing me long and slow and unrelenting while I shook apart in his arms countless times until I didn’t have another orgasm left in me. He’s sprawled on his front beside me, one arm thrown possessively over my lap. We haven’t stopped touching since we got back to the warehouse. He’s worn out from how many rounds we just went.
“We have to get my dad out of office at least,” I say.
He makes a barely audible sound, cracking an eye open to study me. “Are you sure?” He rubs my hip. “We could just let it all go. I have the answers, whether I wanted them or not. These people pulling the strings are dangerous. Fuck them.”
“Yes, fuck them. That’s my point.”
He must see the determination in my expression because he drags himself up, curling around me so I’m resting against his chest. I hold onto the forearm banded across my chest and twist to see him.
“I don’t want this town run by corruption. My friends will still live here when we leave. My brother still lives here.” His chest moves with his sigh. “I can’t stand that the person who is supposed to protect everyone and uphold the law is as dirty as the criminals he’s arresting. I don’t care if he’s my dad. We can still make some of this right.”
“So you still want to tangle with a criminal organization and a corporate drug operation?”
My lips press together. This is what we have to do. It might have started as Fox’s crusade, but now his war is mine. I’ll see it through until the end.
“Don’t you? We can’t run away yet.”
His fingers thread through my hair. “It’s not running if it’s what we want.”
“It is what I want, but we can’t go to California without doing something about it first. Not when we know what they’re doing.”
His expression darkens, but he nods. “You’re right. So, we do this, then we go?”
“Yes. No one else is going to stop them.”
We might be young, but we’re the only ones willing to do something to uproot the corruption in Ridgeview.
Thirty-Five
Fox
The warehouse is more crowded than I ever expected with Maisy’s friends here to help. I was wary of letting more people into my circle, but she trusts them and I trust her. They showed up this morning and took over the space that didn’t really feel like home until Maisy came to stay with me.
“Listen, you crow bastard,” Connor Bishop snarks, stabbing a finger at his laptop where he’s working with Colton over FaceTime with the video connection off. “You can’t tell me you prefer clickjacking attacks over trojans. You just can’t. Not after you were an asshole and infiltrated my shit.”
They agreed to combine their tech skills to pin down the money trail we need to follow once and for all to connect Stalenko Corp to Richard’s promotion. It turns out that Colton knew Connor and his wife better than we thought. They were tangled in the same mess that brought Wren and the Crows here last year as he hunted down the bastard that took his sister away from him.
“Just admit it’s better!” Colton laughs over the call. “Your firewall had a nice sized hole in it and I put my dick there. It was more than a year ago, get over it.” Connor sputters, but Thea brings him a piece of the cake she brought with them and he forgets to be angry because he has eyes only for her. She kisses his head. “Now quit trying to distract me with your opinions, peasant, and let the master work.”
“Master?” Connor scoffs playfully with one arm around Thea. “Bro, you couldn’t even crack this rotating cryptographic encryption sequence until you had my help just now.”
“Play nice,” Thea says.
“Listen to your little cutie, Bishop.”
Thea stops his growl with a kiss.
“Was it the smartest idea to let those two become friends?” Maisy murmurs to me as she takes a marker I was using to write on a white board. “They seem…”
“I know.” Shaking my head, I give her a wry smirk. “I didn’t know there were two of them.”
She snickers and we turn back to the white board where we’ve laid out our strategy. Connor and Colt are stealing the secrets we need from the inside. Once we have those, we’re bringing in the big guns. Ethan gave us his contacts, including federal investigators with a tip line. We have the incriminating email thread from ten years ago between my parents, Jacqueline Landry, and Stalenko Corp detailing their dirty plan. Plus the evidence I recorded during our stakeout of Richard accepting a bribe.
On top of that, Connor handed over his entire blackmail file on Richard Landry—which he made me pay for, the little fucker. When I told Colt, he cracked up about it and called it good business practice.
What’s important is that Richard can’t get out of this. They were idiots to keep track of their meetings and bribery over the years, and now we’ll use it against him. Maisy and I are going to nail his ass to the wall and force him to resign, or every news outlet in Ridgeview will have a juicy new scandal to rock the town’s idyllic mountainside foundation.
After I found out my parents weren’t who I thought they were, I was ready to wash my hands of all this and walk away, but Maisy was right. If we don’t do something about this, they get away with murder and continue to make money off the drugs they’re funneling into the world.
“It’s done.” Devlin Murphy moves like a shadow, creeping up behind us.
It’s unsettling he could sneak up on me. Blair pulled the same trick on me an hour ago when she showed up at my elbow and almost gave me a fucking heart attack. I think she knew it, too; she gave me this smug little smirk and I heard her husky laugh as she turned away.
He pushes fingers through his black hair and hands a legal pad to Maisy with notes from the phone call he’s been on for most of the morning. “The DEA and FDA contacts your journalist friend gave you believed I was my dad on the phone and were pretty disturbed to hear about synthetic opiates being cooked up for sale to the black market. They insinuated there was an influx of the hard stuff flooding the streets and their west coast offices haven’t been able to trace the source. They took down my number and said they’d be in touch if they needed to go over more questions.”
“Thanks, Dev,” Maisy says. “That gives this more credibility if it comes from someone as well known in the medical field as your dad is.”
Devlin grimaces, like hearing it pains him. He shrugs. “Lucas and I are writing up testimonies, too.” He motions with a nod of his head to the couch, where the guy who told me about his Jeep at the bakery sits with his girlfriend and Blair. “I paid your dad to keep Blair’s arrest off the record when I bailed her out, and Lucas is recounting the poker nights at his house where your dad accepted bribes.”
“Good,” I say.
“Love a good takedown before lunch,” Devlin says with a glint in his gaze that says everything I need to know about him. “Too bad there wasn’t a need for any casual B and E this time around.” His gaze cuts to Blair and fills with fondness. “I have missed a certain little thief’s wily ways,” he murmurs more to himself than us.
“Yes!” Connor cheers with his fists in the air while Colt makes a racket. He pulls Thea into his lap to celebrate. “Boo-fuckin’-ya, baby!”
I hope their celebration means good news. If they found the payout that has eluded the searching Maisy and I have done in the last few weeks, we’ll finally be set.
It’s strange to let this many people in, to have all this help when before it was hard enough to let Colton sniff out my secrets, to let Maisy see the full extent of the pain infecting my life. Yet somehow it feels right. I don’t know her friends very well, but they dropped everything to help us.
“Think it’ll be enough?” Maisy asks once Devlin goes back to the group on my couch.
“It’ll have to be.”
We’re more than covered with incriminating proof to take Richard out. What r
emains to be seen is how it will affect Nexus Lab to operate without one of their obedient pieces on the board while we wait for the federal investigators to make their move.
It’s sunny and bright the day Richard Landry faces the implosion of his career. The Ridgeview Police Department is quiet when I park the bike out front. The old Gold Rush era architecture makes it look like it belongs in a movie, matching many of the historic buildings in town.
Maisy gets off the back of the bike and holds her hand out for me to take. I grin as I lace our fingers together. Her and me, us against the goddamn world. She joked once about my warehouse being like the Batcave, but this is the first time I’ve felt a little like a hero.
Imagine it—me, the black shadow nightmare in this town, the hero of the story.
One thing’s for sure, I’ve got the girl and I’m not letting her go.
“Let’s do this,” she says, spine straight and head held high. She looks like a firecracker, fierce and determined, set to go to war. I can’t help pulling her into me for a kiss, sweeping my tongue into her mouth. The curve of her smile against my lips owns every beat of my heart. “Ready to fuck some shit up?”
It’s taken us a few days to coordinate the proof we’ve gathered between what we already had and what her friends helped us dig up, but now we’re ready.
“Yes. Let’s go take a swing at an ugly empire.”
Maisy pretends to fire off pistols with her fingers and winks at me, stirring a flutter in my chest. Hand in hand, we walk into the station. It’s so obvious to me now, watching her slip into the good girl mask everyone around her saw her with. That was never the real her, just the way everyone expected her to act. She takes us right up to the front desk and tilts her head with this coy smile on her face.
“Hey, Officer Dean. How’s your cat doing? I hope he adjusted to the diet.”
“Maisy,” the officer greets without suspecting anything. His gaze guts to me once with a hint of wariness, but returns to her. “Waffle is doing good, thanks for remembering.”
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