Property of Fox (Mayhem Makers: Bastard Boilers MC)

15. Brea

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Fox is a biker. A real biker with a leather jacket and a motorcycle to match. My mind is still trying to process his confession. After escaping from Tank's controlling behavior and strict club guidelines, I’ve managed to literally stumble into another one.

But Fox isn't like Tank at all. He may be a biker, but he also makes me feel safe. It's a strange mix of emotions, being drawn to someone who represents everything I've been trying to escape. Can I trust him? Will he turn out to be just like Tank? These questions swirl around in my head, conflicting with the sense of comfort and security that Fox provides. I may not know him well, but I can't deny the pull towards him, even as my instincts tell me to stay away.

“We’re here,” he declares, pulling into a remote parking lot near a long dark park now that the sun has set.

“You brought me to a secluded area for a date? I listened to some true crime podcasts that have started this way.”

“I didn’t bring you here to kill you, firefly.”

“You sound so reassuring.”

Fox chuckles, the sound deep and rumbling like an engine revving to life. He leans back against his seat, arms crossed over his chest, the leather catching the faint glow from the streetlamp above. "Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of showing you a good time. But hey, if it helps, I promise to keep all my sharp objects hidden."

I let out a laugh, feeling the tension in my shoulders loosen just a bit.

I start to open my door, but Fox reaches out and places his hand on my bare thigh. “Stay in the truck.”

Worry hits me hard. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” he laughs. “I’m trying to be the gentleman my grandmother raised and open your door, Brea. Trust me, if you open that door yourself, she’d feel it all the way back home and hit me with a rolled-up magazine the next time I visit her.”

I can’t help but laugh at the visual of Fox getting reprimanded.

“It’s not funny. I’m pretty sure I have a permanent divot on the top of my head from her corrections growing up. Now, be good girl, and stay there.”

Fox unbuckles his seatbelt before slipping from the driver’s seat and walking over to my side of the truck. As he opens the door, his tall frame leans closer to me. I can tell he'd probably look devilishly handsome even while covered in mud. “Careful now,” he murmurs with an exaggerated seriousness that makes me laugh lightly before I take his outstretched hand and feel those calloused fingers wrapping around mine.

His touch sends thrums racing up my arm like electricity. Stepping down onto solid ground feels freeing and treacherous, given how these heels elongate my legs but make each step more precarious than necessary.

“See? Told you those might be tricky. Shall we go for a walk?”

“In a dark park? Again, it feels a little murder-y.”

Fox rolls his eyes dramatically, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Firefly, you have to get used to how the world works. Sometimes, you just got to trust the guy who’s holding your hand, especially when he promises there are no sharp objects involved.”

I can’t help but roll my own eyes. “Okay, but if I hear any strange noises or the ground starts to feel a little too uneven, I’m making a run for it.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he responds. “Though I don’t think you’re going to get very far in those shoes, baby.”

Moonlight spills through the gaps in the swaying branches. I feel like we’ve stepped into one of those fairytale stories. The kind my mother used to read to me as a child. My heart aches a little at the thought of her back home, but I shake it away. Mom had her chance to protect me, and she chose Tank over me. She’s just as liable for my life there as he is.

We stroll deeper into the park, surrounded by a hush that feels oddly intimate. My feet slowly begin to ache from the heels Keira insisted that I wear.

Fox glances at me out of the corner of his eye, and I notice how his expression shifts from amusement to curiosity. “What’s on your mind?” he asks abruptly.

“I usually don’t do this,” I admit, biting my lip, trying to digest the whirlwind of emotions dancing within me since our first encounter. “People like you… well, they terrify me.”

“You’ve been around bikers before? Not just the cover models who play them like earlier today?”

"Indirectly, yes. But I've moved on from that life. I don't want to dwell on it anymore." The less Fox knows about Tank, the better.

“Fair enough,” he answers. I take a deep breath and step forward, allowing Fox to guide me deeper into the night. The cool air wraps around us like a promise, and with every step, I feel that electric pull toward him intensifying.

“Tell me about this grandmother of yours,” I say suddenly.

“Ah, Mary? She’s my rock. Raised me right even with all my screw-ups," he replies, his tone dropping to something soft and sincere. "Always made sure I knew how to cook before letting me loose on my own. She would say, ‘If you can’t feed yourself, you might end up in trouble.’”

“And yet, you ended up in a motorcycle club.”

“I know it sounds crazy, but I just sort of stumbled into it.”

“How does someone accidentally join a motorcycle club?”

“It was a series of events that led me to it. I have a college degree, a steady job in construction, and now the club.”

"But why the club?" I press, intrigued. "What drew you in?"

Fox pauses, looking up at the moon peeking through the trees. “You know that feeling when you find something that just fits? Like finding the perfect pair of boots that make you feel like you could take on the world? The club is like that for me. It gives me a sense of belonging. Brotherhood. Plus, I get to ride motorcycles. Not to mention the bike attracts the ladies.” He grins, and it lights up his face, revealing a boyish charm that makes my heart flutter.

I fight the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, feeling the warmth creep up my cheeks. I didn’t even know he was a biker, and he was able to ensnare me. “So, you’re in it for the bikes and a little...fun?”

“Pretty much,” he responds with a wink, taking a step closer, his presence radiating an undeniable energy. “But it goes deeper than that. It’s about loyalty. We’ve got each other’s backs, and I like knowing I’m part of something bigger than myself.”

“I can tell,” I comment, wincing as my feet throb with pain. I accidentally jostle Fox's side as we walk.

"You really have a tendency to fall into me," he chuckles. "Just take off the shoes."

"Here? In the middle of the park?" As much as I despise these heels, the idea of stepping on something is enough to make me stay in them. "I'll manage."

"No, you won't. I can see you trying to hide your discomfort while we walk. Take them off."

"But how will I walk back to the truck?"

"I'll carry you."

The absurdity of his proposition makes me laugh. “You’ll carry me?”

“Of course, I will,” he responds immediately. “Do you think I'd miss the chance to have my hands on you again? Our encounter in my hotel room earlier was just the start. I have plans for your body, baby.”

“Like where you’re going to hide it?” I joke, trying to hide my nervousness at the thought of more than just kissing him again.

He wraps his arms around me, his strong body pressed tightly against mine. "I know plenty of places to hide bodies," he whispers in my ear, "but, the plans I have for yours is far more exciting, baby.”

My breath hitches. Every fiber of my being is telling me to run, yet here I am, standing still as Fox’s energy envelops me.

“Okay,” I whisper, and just like that, it feels as though we’ve crossed an invisible line. One neither of us can go back from. Fox leans down. His hands travel down my naked thighs down to my feet. He unbuckles the thin straps at my ankles with expertise before helping me step out of the heels. Fox rises from his position, depositing my heels into my hands.

“Better?”

“Much better.”

“Good,” Fox grins, a devil-may-care smile that flickers like firelight in his brown eyes. He bends down slightly, hands sliding under my thighs as he lifts me effortlessly into his arms. My heart pounds in my chest—not out of fear but exhilaration.

"Damn it, Fox," I stammer. "You really are going to carry me."

The world tilts as I find myself enveloped in his embrace, the warmth of him radiating through my clothes. My sternum presses against the hard muscles of his chest while I cling to him instinctively, feeling secure. “Hold on tight,” he says cheekily before taking off toward the truck.

I bury my face into the crook of Fox's neck, inhaling deeply. “This is ridiculous,” I protest lightly as we reach where he's parked.

“I get called ridiculous often.” His voice rumbles below me like thunder.

I can’t help but giggle again, the sound bubbling up in a way that surprises even me. He keeps striding forward, each step making it feel like I’m floating instead of being carried.

As we reach the truck, he releases on arm and my legs swing while Fox struggles to pull open the door. With an exasperated sigh that somehow only adds to his charm, he manages finally to wrestle it free and swing the passenger door wide.

“Ta-da!” His voice is triumphant as if unveiling some grand masterpiece rather than simply revealing a pickup truck's interior.

I can’t help but laugh, my heart racing at the delightful absurdity of it all. “You really do have a flair for the dramatic,” I remark as he gently sets me down on the plush leather seat.

“You bring it out in me,” he shrugs.

A grin spreads across my face, one that feels too big to contain. "Oh really? What else do I bring out in you?" The words tumble from my lips before I even think about them.

“Just you wait,” he murmurs.

I bite my lip, caught in that moment of suspense where anything is possible. The unspoken tension coils tighter around us as if we’re both hovering on some precipice, just waiting to leap into unknown depths together. I want him. There’s no point pretending otherwise, but there’s also something exhilarating about holding back.

Or maybe it isn’t simply holding back; maybe it's fear mingling with reckless desire.

In an impulsive decision fueled by far more than courage alone, I yank at his shirt collar until he staggers closer toward me, and suddenly, all rational thought dissolves under the intensity swirling in Fox's deep brown eyes framed by those expertly tousled locks of hair.

My breath catches when his hands find their way to my waist again, but now they sizzle against every inch of bare skin like fire. His fingers grazing paths across curves he'd only just begun tracing earlier.

I pull him lower instinctively craving connection beyond mere words or gestures because God help me, I need and want more from this man.

His lips hover inches from mine, teasingly close, and I swear the air crackles between us. I can feel my heart racing as I lean in, desperate for that final push, ready to close the gap and dive headfirst into whatever madness he has in store for me.

“Brea,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. His mouth crashes down over mine before I can finish my taunt. It’s fierce and unrestrained. There’s no hesitation in him as he deepens the kiss. His hands tighten around my waist, holding me firmly against him while I melt into him.

My body instinctively arches toward him, craving more of him. The world beyond the truck fades into oblivion, drowning under the rhythm of our heartbeats and the rush of blood roaring like a river in my ears. Fox’s kiss is intoxicating, sending shocks of electricity racing through my veins, trapping me between the familiar thrill of danger and an undeniable desire to lose myself in him completely.

My fingers tangle in his short brown hair, pulling him closer as if afraid he might pull away. His body shifts against mine, broad and powerful, leaving no doubt that he’s a man who knows how to claim what he wants. I can’t help but let out a soft sigh into his mouth, a sound that seems to spur him on.

“God, you taste like trouble,” he murmurs against my lips, the teasing glint in his eyes replaced with an intensity that makes my breath hitch. “I want to unravel you.”

I gasp at his words, both exhilarated and terrified by what they mean. I’ve tangled with enough men to know how this can go. How quickly it can become messy and complicated, but standing here with Fox feels like stepping into a storm I can’t resist.

"Maybe that's what I'm counting on," I whisper back, pushing against his chest as I try to catch my breath. My heart pounds not just from the kiss but from the thrill of daring him to fully step into whatever this is between us.

His gaze darkens with something primal. “You don’t know what you’re getting into,” he warns.

“I don’t care.”

“You should, firefly. I’ll burn you up until there’s nothing left.”

“But maybe I like fire,” I retort, feeling emboldened by the fevered energy crackling between us. My words challenge him.

Fox’s lips curl into a devilish grin. “Oh, I can definitely show you fire,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.

Before I can respond, he captures my lips again with a hunger that sends a thrilling quiver through me. This kiss isn’t tender. It’s an exquisite explosion that feels like the world burning around us. My heart races as I tumble further down this reckless path, giving in to him.

His hands roam over my sides, pulling me closer as if he wants to fuse us into one being. I’m swept away by the way he holds me. It’s everything I’ve pushed away for so long, but I am ready to dive right into it all.

“You sure you’re up for this?” he asks between kisses, his voice low and playful.

“I’ve never been surer about anything in my life,” I breathe against his mouth, my heart pounding in a rhythm that matches the hunger in his gaze.

With swift determination, he shifts, pressing me deeper into the leather seat as he leans over me. His warm breath fans over my collarbone, sending chills racing down my spine. “You smell so damn good,” he murmurs against me, his voice deep and smooth like Tennessee whiskey.

“Fox...” I breathe his name almost like a prayer, caught between desire and disbelief at how fast we’ve crossed into this uncharted territory.

But he doesn’t pause for breath. His hands roam over my curves with an urgency that makes everything else fade away. As he dips lower still, the roughness from his scruff skims against the soft fabric of my dress. I close my eyes briefly trying to savor every sensation cascading through my veins. His fingers trail cautiously along the edges where the bottom of my dress meets skin, encouraging the hem up inch by tantalizing inch.

“Do you trust me?” He pauses, looking deeply at me, almost begging me to trust him.

“Yes,” I whisper. There’s tension in his gaze, something electric crackling between us as he processes my answer. With a fervor spurred on by my admission, he latches onto the hem of my dress and pulls it higher until the fabric clusters around my waist. The cool air kisses my exposed skin—exquisite agony dancing dangerously close to ecstasy.

“No panties. Good girl.” His voice drips with approval as he slips lower again. Those luscious lips tease their way downwards. A slow exploration that awakens parts of me I didn’t know existed or had long since buried. “I wonder if your pussy tastes as sweet as your lips, firefly.”

And then his mouth is there where I need him most.

He doesn’t ease into it. He goes for broke, feasting on my desires like a man who has been starved of sustenance too long. His tongue dips and swirls relentlessly against the sensitive flesh. At the same time, his fingers slide inside of me until I moan incoherently above him, lost in the sensations of him touching me.

“Oh god,” I cry out. Fox’s mouth elicits sparks everywhere he touches. It's like an inferno has been unleashed, consuming everything I thought I knew about passion and desire. My breath catches as I surrender to him, my body shivering under the electric rhythm of his ministrations.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demands between soft kisses along my thigh, his breath fanning over wet skin as if he’s savoring every moment just as much as I am.

“It feels...incredible,” I manage to breathe. My voice is barely there, strung tight with the tension building inside me like a coiled spring ready to snap.

“That’s what I like to hear, but I think I can do better than incredible.” And with that, his fingers dive deeper into my core, sending shockwaves through me. The tension spirals tighter, climbing faster than the speed of reason. Each rhythmic stroke sends arousal pooling low in my belly until I’m so tight that I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.

I dig my fingers into his hair desperately. It’s almost primal now as I hold him close, urging him on like a frantic plea for release. “Fox, please,” I beg, the urgency in my voice laced with a mix of desperation and exhilaration.

He looks up at me, his expression a blend of pleasure and wicked delight as if he’s savoring every second of this intoxicating dance we’re engaged in. “Please what?” he declares, continuing his exploration with relentless precision that sends electric shudders rocketing through me.

“Please. don’t stop,” I gasp.

His tongue dances over my sensitive skin like it was carved for this very purpose, swirling with expert precision.

I cry out again, louder this time. A mix of pure bliss and frustration as I feel myself spiraling faster than I can comprehend. “I’m so close.” My words dissolve into nonsensical moans as he skillfully brings me to the edge.

“Then let go, firefly,” he urges. “I’ve got you.”

In that moment, it’s like the world around us fades to black. The only thing that exists is the intoxicating connection binding us together. I let out a whimper as I feel the pressure building within me reach its breaking point.

His fingers press deeper, curling just right as he works his magic. Each stroke becomes a vow. One that promises new heights of pleasure. It’s overwhelming. A sweet surrender to the bliss unfurling just beyond my reach.

“Come for me,” Fox murmurs, watching me with those smoldering brown eyes filled with a fierce intensity. “I want to feel you lose control on my fingers.”

With that command echoing in my ears, the tension in my body snaps. As the waves of ecstasy crash over me, the world erupts in colors so bright they almost blind me. My heart races as I succumb completely, trembling under his touch.

“Fox!” I scream his name into the night. My voice laced with raw satisfaction as I ride out my release. The world spins and shifts. Nothing else matters except this moment and him.

He holds me steady as I crest that dizzying peak, his fingers never relinquishing their hold, coaxing every last flicker of pleasure from my body. The shockwaves ripple through me, and I feel like I'm floating between realms, untethered from reality while Fox is the anchor keeping me grounded.

As the final tremors fade, a blissful haze washes over me. My chest heaves with each shaky breath, and I can barely process the way he's looking at me, like I’m more than just a fleeting moment in his reckless world.

“Fuck, firefly, the way you sound when you come is nothing but sheer fucking perfection,” he grins.

I can't help but smile back at him, my breaths still shallow. “What about you?”

He chuckles, a warm, throaty sound that reverberates through the air between us. “Oh, don’t worry about me. Just watching you lose it like that? That’s my kind of high.” His fingers slide down my leg and back to my waist, drawing me closer until our bodies are pressed together intimately.

“But I want to take care of you, too,” I insist.

“Feeling your pussy wrapped around my cock is the one thing I want most right now, but the first time I fuck you, it will be in a bed and not in a rental truck in the middle of a park.”

“Then let’s get to that bed,” I say, gathering my wits. I push against his chest, my heart racing with the thought of what comes next.

“I want nothing more, baby, but my hotel room is out. I have a roommate.”

“So, do I,” I confess. The thought of bringing him back to our house makes me nervous. Before dropping me off, Keira mentioned it as a joke, but I never thought it would happen. Bringing him back to her aunt’s house wasn’t something we really discussed.

“Looks like we’re in a bind then,” he laughs. “You can’t get rid of your roommate, and I can’t get rid of mine.”

I bite my lip, an idea sparking to life in my mind. “What if we make a deal?”

His brown eyes spark with curiosity. "A deal? Sounds intriguing."

“I let you come back to my friend’s house,” I say slowly, trying not to lose momentum as butterflies swirl within me at the thought. “But…no sex.” A soft smile plays on my lips. “Sleep only, and then tomorrow, we’ll figure this out.”

Fox arches an eyebrow. “Sleep only? You sure about that? Because I have a feeling once we're under those sheets, ‘sleep’ is going to be a pretty loose definition.” He leans closer, his breath warm against my ear as he whispers, "Controlling myself around you is not exactly my strong suit, firefly."

I can't help but laugh at his audacity, my heart racing at his words. "Well, we can always try,” I shoot back, teasing him with a playful defiance that makes my cheeks flush. “It’s my friend’s aunts house, and she and I didn’t exactly talk about me bringing you back with me before I left.”

“I’ll try to be on my worst behavior then,” he laughs.

“That’s what I am afraid of.”