Fox (The Road Rebels MC Book 4)

by Savannah Rylan

  “So…” I began to say, but he cut me off.

  “We’re just going over a few things now. We’re going to try and find out where the motherfucker is hiding and then smoke him out. I don’t want to just hang around and follow you everywhere you go. Eventually, I would like to eliminate Ryan as a problem from your life,” he said, and I could feel my mouth going dry. Eliminate? Did I just get a contract kill on Ryan? I didn’t know exactly what he meant by that, but I tried to brush it off.

  “Okay, thank you…sorry, that’s great, Thorn,” I said, fumbling with my words, which made him laugh a little.

  “You sit tight there, princess. I’ll come over to your place soon. I’m taking up the first shift,” he said.

  His words were like music to my ears. Even after the call had ended, I couldn’t get the darn smile off my face. The last few words he had said, were enough to set my body on fire. He was still calling me princess. Maybe I did mean more to him than just a job.

  Even though I had spent all morning trying to convince myself that being with him had been a bad idea, I couldn’t help but be excited now that I was going to see him again. I felt like a foolish girl, way in over her head.

  Chapter 17

  Thorn

  I called out to her from the other side of the door when I arrived at her apartment because I knew she’d be too afraid to open it or even look through the peephole. Ensley opened the door within a split-second like she’d been waiting for me to return.

  She was out of her pajamas now, in a pretty yellow dress that drifted down all the way to her knees.

  I took one step into her apartment, and immediately I knew that I wanted her again. It was so hard for me to keep my hands off her, especially now that she was looking at me like this. Like she’d missed me.

  Ensley stepped back, as I stepped closer to her. The door shut with a bang behind me and I threw my helmet away on the floor again.

  “I’m glad you’re back,” she said, in her usual quiet voice. I stepped closer to her, till now her back was pressing against the kitchen island in her open-plan living room.

  “I’m glad I’m back too,” I said, and I watched as she gulped.

  My gaze drifted down to the front of her dress. The boys were right, she did have the most perfect pair of breasts. They rose and fell underneath her dress as she stood in front of me now. Her golden hair was plaited neatly and placed on one of her shoulders. She’d put on some makeup, but barely any. Her lips were glossy and pink, just like a fresh ripe fruit.

  “So, I guess I’m your employer now,” she said, and I clenched my jaw. It was true. She was going to be paying me money to keep her safe. I was back in her apartment not because we could have sex, but because I was being paid by her to do so. Although, I had jumped at taking first shift. I wanted more time with her, whether I was ready to admit it to myself or not.

  “Yes, I guess you are,” I said, and took another step towards her. There was barely a gap of a few inches between us. I was close enough to be able to breathe in her scent, her sweet precious, freshly showered scent. How long was she going to be clean? I wanted to fill her with my come right now.

  “What are your orders, madam?” I asked, with a grin forming on my face. Ensley’s cheeks flushed, and she shied her eyes away from me.

  “Take off your pants,” she murmured, looking back at me. Like she couldn’t believe she had just said that.

  She didn’t have to ask me twice. My hands were on my belt, and my jeans were sliding down my legs. It didn’t matter what I was thinking an hour ago; that this was now a professional relationship. With her in front of me, there was only one thing to be done.

  My cock hung between my legs now, and Ensley’s blue eyes went straight to it. She licked her lips like she was hungry for me and I squinted my eyes at her.

  “Now what?” I asked, and she looked up at my face again.

  “I want to see you,” she said, and I didn’t need an explanation. I started peeling my jacket off, then my t-shirt. Within seconds, I was standing naked in front of her, just like she had been naked in front of me the previous night. Her mouth parted and she drank in the sight of my chest and abs, the ridges of all my muscles.

  “You can touch me if you want,” I said, with a grin forming on my face. Ensley stepped towards me, stretching her hand out to my chest. I noticed that her fingers were quivering. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my beating heart. She gasped and then giggled before she bit down on her lip.

  I guided her hand, over my torso, down my belly, and to my cock again. I felt her hand wrap around my hulking throbbing mass, and I felt that electric shock run down my spine again. She had some sort of magic touch. Capable of making me lose my mind in a second.

  I pulled her to myself, and she pressed her breasts against my chest, while her hand stroked my cock up and down. I leaned over and pulled her lips into my mouth. She tasted the same, I thrust my tongue down her throat, sucking on her tongue, exploring every corner of her mouth.

  I could feel her breasts rising and falling. She was beginning to go out of breath now, but she didn’t stop stroking me. My cock pumped and grew in her hand. I knew she was capable of making me come just like that, just in her hands.

  I pulled my mouth away from her and jerked our bodies apart. Ensley gasped when the moment ended. She stepped back, her body pressing against the kitchen island again.

  My cock was erect and ramrod straight between my legs now, pointed at her. She looked upset. She was worried that I was going to put an end to this. I took my cock in my hand and stared at her.

  “Get up on that,” I said and looked over her shoulder at the kitchen island. Ensley gulped and looked back. She could see what I was thinking. I was going to take her now, right there in the kitchen. We had been delaying this for too long, and it was time that I finally possessed her.

  Ensley licked her lips, backed up and jumped up on the counter, with her legs swinging in front of her. Her breasts were still heaving, she was excited, her pale cheeks were flushed red.

  “Good girl,” I said, and she smiled. She was glad that she pleased me.

  ***

  I approached her with caution like I was afraid of breaking her. She looked like a beautiful precious doll, perched on the counter, waiting for me to wreck havoc on her body.

  Ensley leaned herself back, adjusting the weight of her body on folded elbows on the counter as I drew closer to her. I looked into her blue eyes. She didn’t look away from me this time, she was going to hold my gaze.

  “Ensley, for this to work, you need to trust me. You need to know that I will never put you in any danger,” I said. The words were coming out of me smoothly, deeply. I had meant to have this conversation with her before but now felt as good a time as any. Either way, it seemed like every time we were alone, we couldn’t keep off each other.

  She gulped, like her throat was dry and then she nodded her head.

  “Tell me you trust me, Ensley,” I said, and she parted her lips.

  “I trust you, Thorn,” she said, and I cupped her breasts in my hands. Through the thin fabric of her dress, I could feel the lining of her bra, the soft rise of her nipples. She gasped and moved, and I looked up at her.

  “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met,” I murmured, more to myself than to her. She stared at me with her wide, bright blue eyes. Like she couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth.

  “But then I bet you get that a lot, from all your fan mail,” I said, and I detected a sting of jealousy in my own voice. Where was that coming from? She leaned her head to one side, and her eyes softened. I watched as she parted her glossy pink lips again.

  “I’ve never believed it till now,” she said, in a soft voice, and I kissed her. The kiss was long and gentle, and I moved my body closer to her.

  She was shuddering as I kissed her, gasping for breath, her body shaking with desire. I placed my hands on her knees and slowly, dragged the dress up her legs, up
her thighs, till it was bunched up at her waist.

  When I pulled my mouth away from her, she looked flushed and out of breath. She wasn’t wearing panties, my fingers slipped right into her already wet pussy. I felt a wave of relief pass over me. It was good to be inside her again.

  Ensley craned her neck, throwing her head back as she closed her eyes with pleasure. My fingers slipped in and out of her pussy, preparing her for what was about to come.

  She had parted her legs wide, presenting her bare pussy to me. I was standing with my cock just about grazing her folds while my fingers slid into her pussy. Her clit was swollen and throbbing, and there were little helpless moans escaping her lips.

  I guided my cock towards her. My body started shaking, this moment had been building up since the previous night.

  The tip of my cock grazed the folds of her pussy, just as she opened her eyes again and straightened her head. She moaned loudly, as my cock thrust into her. She moved backward, but I caught her by her waist just in time, to stop her from falling off the counter.

  She stared at me longingly.

  “You okay there, princess?” I asked with a growl, as my cock sunk deeper and deeper into her. She nodded her head, as her eyes glazed over. I knew I was too big for her. Her pussy was too tight, but inch by inch, my cock was stretching her, getting deep inside her. She was warm and small, and I pulled myself out and dove into her again.

  With every thrust I grunted, holding her close to myself by her waist. Her legs were stretched apart, her pussy was offered to me, and I kept taking it and taking it.

  I could feel my cock reaching the deepest spot of her, stroking those walls of her folds that made her moan and cry out my name.

  With one hand, I reached for her clit again. She gasped when I started stroking it. I stroked her clit and drove my cock into her at the same time, and I knew she was about to come.

  She screamed, moaned and writhed in my arms and then her body started shuddering hard. Her nails were digging into my arms, she was scratching my back and sighing. I could feel the explosion of her juices, my cock slipped and slid into them while I kept thrusting. She was coming for me again.

  I clenched my jaws, ready to do the same. My moment of release inside her felt like a new kind of freedom. I came roughly, hard, spilling my seed into her, shooting it deep enough where she could feel it.

  “Yes, Thorn, Yes!” she screamed as we came together. We were both moving, my cock in and out of her, while her pussy exploded with more of her cum.

  Ensley sank back, I grabbed her by her waist as she lay down on the counter. I kept thrusting, I still wasn’t done. The more I looked at her, at her body; I felt like I could go on forever; like I could keep coming forever.

  Her orgasm ended before mine, and she was looking up at me with a smile as I dribbled the last dregs of my seed inside her. I crashed on top of her, and she giggled as she wrapped her arms around me.

  “Wow! That was amazing,” she murmured in my ears as I lay there, with my cock still sunk inside her. And I knew then, that she had never been treated right before. Ensley Adams deserved to be treated like the princess that she was.

  ***

  This was the first time that I’d just had sex with a woman, and I was in no hurry to leave.

  By the time Ensley and I had untangled ourselves from each other, we had finally got our breathing back to normal too. Her face was still flushed, and now she shied her gaze away from me as she pulled down her dress and ran a hand through her hair.

  I pulled my jeans up and tied my belt. I didn’t bother with the rest of the clothes now, I was feeling too hot anyway.

  “Are you hungry? Do you want some lunch?” she asked and I shrugged my shoulders. Then both our gazes drifted to the kitchen island together, and we burst out laughing.

  “I won’t cook there, don’t worry,” she said through her laughter, and I went and sat down on her couch. I watched from there as she opened the fridge and scanned its contents.

  “I’m not the world’s best cook, but I think I can manage some pasta,” she said, peeping around the open door of the fridge.

  “That’ll do,” I said and sat back in my seat, following her around the kitchen with my eyes.

  She knew she was being watched. She continued to blush and smile and nervously play with her hair, as she tried to bring the pasta to boil.

  “Okay, can you stop looking at me please?” she said abruptly but had a wide smile on her face.

  “Who me?” I said, feigning surprise.

  “Yes, you!” she mockingly rounded her eyes.

  “Why should I do that? This is a free country,” I retorted, and she rolled her eyes.

  “I can’t concentrate on cooking with you looking at me like that,” she said and bit down on her lip.

  “Looking at you like what?” I asked, and she rolled her eyes again. She had no idea how absolutely adorable she looked when she did that.

  “Like you’re going to devour me,” she said, and I smiled.

  “I’m just giving you fair warning,” I said, and she turned away from me with a jerk, and started chopping up tomatoes. I was beginning to enjoy watching her cook. The way her body moved, how graceful she was. How her ass shook when she chopped.

  “I can feel you watching me,” she called out, and I finally looked away from her.

  “All right, I won’t look at you anymore. I don’t want you losing a finger,” I said.

  “Thank you!” she exclaimed, just as we heard her phone ringing.

  She wiped her hands on a tea towel and went over to her writing desk where her phone was. I couldn’t help but look at her again. Her eyes were bright and shining, her body looked amazing in that innocent looking dress.

  “Hello, this is Ensley Adams,” she spoke into the phone. There was an excited lift in her voice when she spoke now, and I felt good knowing that it was me who was making her feel like that.

  “Hi? Who is this?” she said, and now her brows were crossed. I jumped off the couch and rushed towards her. We had both been so caught up in feeling good and the rush of sex, that I wasn’t on full alert. She shouldn’t have been answering any calls right now!

  “Hello?” she screeched into the phone, just as I pulled it away from her. There was absolute fear in her eyes. The exact opposite of how I wanted her to feel.

  “Who the fuck is this?” I growled into the phone.

  I could now hear what Ensley was hearing. There was the sound of heavy breathing at the other end.

  “How did you get this number?” I barked. The heavy breathing continued.

  “Enjoy your time with Ensley while you can. I’m coming back for her, tell her to be prepared.”

  The voice was heavy, that of a man and the heavy breathing told me that he was a smoker and had probably been drinking too.

  I ended the call. I didn’t need to hear any more.

  Ensley had run into her bedroom, and I chased after her. She had thrown herself on her bed, and I crouched down beside her. She was sobbing into her pillow.

  “It was him, wasn’t it? It was Ryan?” she cried, and I reached for her head. With one hand, I stroked her hair, and with the other, I reached for her face to turn it towards me.

  “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let you answer the call,” I said. Her cheeks were streaked with tears. Her face had turned red with agony, and her lips were quivering. She could barely keep her eyes open, they were already swollen. Seeing Ensley crying again triggered a deep-seated anger in me. I wanted to fucking smash things. I wanted to bring this house down if that was what it took to make her calm again.

  But that wasn’t what she needed from me.

  “He has my number. How did he get my number? Can he find me now?” she cried, and I pulled her into my arms. She buried her face in my chest, and I held her tight.

  “We don’t know that for sure. We need to get rid of that phone and that number. You shouldn’t be answering any calls. Remember what I told you?” I said and pe
eled her off my chest.

  “Ensley, look at me!” I ordered, and she breathed in deeply before turning her bloodshot eyes to me again.

  “I need you to give me all the information you can about this guy. I promise you I’m going to get him. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” I said. She nodded her head and threw herself back into my arms again.

  We held each other while she cried some more, and I couldn’t get that asshole’s words out of my head.

  “Enjoy your time with Ensley while you can.”

  Chapter 18

  Ensley

  “He was a very jealous man,” I said in a squeak.

  I was still on my bed, and Thorn was sitting on the edge of it. It was past noon now, and he was holding my hand tenderly in his. As long as he was touching me, I knew that I was going to be okay. He had asked me to tell him everything I could about Ryan and our relationship, and we had spent the whole morning talking about it.

  “Jealous of your success?” Thorn asked, and I dabbed my damp cheeks with the backs of my hands.

  “I wasn’t really successful then, but yeah, he didn’t want me to pursue a career in acting. He didn’t want me to pursue a career at all, in fact. He wanted me to stay locked up in our tiny studio apartment in Queens and never leave without him. He couldn’t stand it if someone looked at me if I happened to look at someone. He wanted me all to himself,” I said, and I could feel another cry rising up in my throat.

  Thorn reached out and stroked my left cheek with his thumb. He could see how difficult this was for me to talk about, but we both knew that it was important to disclose everything.

  I couldn’t believe how easily all of it was tumbling out of me. In the past five years, in fact, never had I spoken about Ryan and our relationship like this. In New York, Ryan had forced me to cut off all contact with my family and friends, and when I moved to LA; I had nobody I could be this honest with.

  Thorn was the first person I was opening myself up to, and I had no idea why and how it was so easy for me to do so. It was like he had turned on some kind of tap inside me, and all of my pent-up emotions and fears were gushing out.