20. Fox
FOX
I can't help but constantly look over at Brea sitting next to me in the passenger seat. It feels like if I take my eyes off of her for just a second, she'll disappear again. It may seem irrational given everything that has happened, but her being here next to me has brought a smile to my face that I can't seem to shake off.
After a quick lunch at a local barbecue spot that the front desk at the hotel had suggested to me last night, we head off toward my little surprise. I have a lot of ground to cover in order to regain her trust again, but I’m more than willing to put the work in so long as she still wants me too. Judging by the glare she gave our server at the restaurant for flirting for a higher tip, she’s still with me.
“Where are you taking me?” Brea asks. Her eyes watching every road sign we pass on the interstate. “You’re not taking me to your murder park again, are you?”
“You’ll be fine,” I smile back.
“That’s probably what all serial killers say to their victims. You’ve already checked off a few boxes from the ‘might be crazy’ checklist.”
“Like what?”
Brea looks over at me. “For starters, you were waiting outside of my house this morning. Add in using an alias, adopting a different identity, being too charming for your own good…it establishes a pattern.”
Her tone makes my heart race. “Charming? Maybe not. But it's a solid start to my ruthless murderer persona.”
Brea rolls her eyes dramatically, but I catch the corner of her mouth lifting into a subtle grin. I can tell her guard is slipping just a little around me.
“What else do you like about me? Besides, my handsome face.”
“With that statement, I can check off the self-centered box now,” she fires back.
The turn for our destination comes up on the right. Brea watches quietly, not uttering a single word again until I pull into the parking lot. Her face is unreadable when she sees the sign on the front of the building. “You brought me to a car rental lot?”
“Close,” I mutter. “You’ll see.” Slipping from my side, I round to her side and open her door, helping her out of the truck. “Let’s go inside.”
Brea follows me closely inside the building towards the front counter, where a man sits behind the desk, typing away on his computer. He looks up just as we step to the desk and smiles. “Can I help you?”
“I have an online reservation for Sutton.”
“Let me get that pulled up.” He types for a few seconds before looking back over at me. “I have you down for a motorcycle rental, is that correct?”
Brea’s gaze snaps to me at the mention of a motorcycle.
“It is.” Pulling out my wallet, I hand over my credit card and Indiana driver’s license. The man takes it, inputting the information into his computer before handing it back to me.
“Are you an experienced rider?”
“You can say that,” I chuckle.
“We’ve got you set up with a Touring Edition. Does that work for you?”
“That’s perfect. I’ll need to get two helmets.”
“We can do that. We’ve got several different styles to choose from over on the wall behind you. Feel free to grab what you need while I finish up here.”
I turn to Brea, who looks like a kid in a candy store. “Excited?”
“No,” she answers flatly, trying as hard as she can to hide it.
“Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle or do you just like reading about the men who ride them?”
“My stepdad has one, but the only person who got to touch it was him.”
"You don’t know what you’re missing, firefly. There’s nothing like the wind in your hair and the road stretching out before you. It’s freedom."
Brea’s brows furrow as she considers my words, and I grab her hand, leading her over to the wall of helmets. “But let’s get you geared up. Safety first, right?”
She rolls her eyes again, but I can see a glimmer of excitement in her expression. Her fingers skim over the helmets as she picks out a sleek matte black one with a faint silver trim.
“This one matches your vibe.”
“Are you saying I’m sleek or just dark and dangerous?” I raise an eyebrow, unable to resist the chance to flirt.
“Maybe both,” she replies, slipping the helmet on and looking at me through the visor. “Though it might also mean you’ll throw me off and leave me stranded in some backwater town.”
I chuckle again, picturing her on the motorcycle with me—curly hair whipping in the wind, green eyes shining with exhilaration. “I promise I’ll keep you safe,” I say more seriously. “You’re going to love this.”
The clerk finishes up my paperwork and hands me the keys. “It’s out front. Fully gassed up. Have a nice ride.” I glance back at Brea, whose face is a mix of nerves and curiosity, and I can feel my heart racing. She might not want to admit it, but I know deep down she’s intrigued by this.
“Ready for an adventure?” I ask.
Her eyes widen behind the visor. “Adventure,” she repeats, letting the word roll off her tongue as if tasting it. “That sounds an awful lot like trouble.”
“Only the good kind,” I assure her, slipping the keys into my pocket and motioning for her to follow me outside. The sun is brighter now, illuminating the sleek motorcycle waiting patiently in the parking lot next to the truck.
Brea’s gaze lands on it, her mouth parting slightly in awe. “You really have one of these?”
“Two actually, but one of them is a rebuild project.”
I mount the motorcycle smoothly, giving Brea a moment to admire it from a distance. She glances around as if ensuring we’re not being watched before stepping closer, her fingers brushing against the cool metal. I can’t help but notice how she treats it as if it’s a living thing.
“Okay,” I call out. “Hop on.”
Brea’s brow arches warily. “You really expect me to just jump on without knowing what I’m doing?”
“That’s fair. Here,” I say, reaching out my hand towards her. “Use me to steady yourself. Slide your leg over first.”
Brea hesitates, but she eventually takes my hand, the warmth of her skin sending an unexpected jolt through me. She swings her leg over the seat, her movements tentative yet graceful as she settles behind me. I can feel her body against my back, and my heart races at the realization of how close we are. “There are two-foot pegs down by my legs. That’s where your feet go. Be careful of the exhaust pipes on the side. The longer we ride, the hotter they’ll get. I don’t want you to burn yourself.”
“What do I hold on to?”
“To me, firefly.” I reach back, pulling her arms around my waist, fingers gripping firmly, and I can’t help but think about how right this feels.
“Do I have to?” The playful spark in her voice making me grin.
“If you want to survive the ride, yeah,” I reply with mock seriousness. “No letting go.”
With a deep breath, I kick the engine to life. The throaty roar of the motorcycle drowns out everything else, buzzing between us like a shared secret. Brea’s grip tightens instinctively as we roll out of the parking lot and onto the open road.
The thrill of moving forward pushes away any lingering tension. I lean into the curves of the highway, feeling powerful as we slice through the wind together. Every twist and turn becomes an unspoken dance with Brea behind me. Her body syncing seamlessly with mine in a rhythm that feels electric.
“This is… actually amazing!” Brea shouts over the wind, her voice laced with equal parts excitement and disbelief.
“I knew you’d love it,” I laugh, glancing over my shoulder just long enough to catch a glimpse of her bright smile. “Hold on tight.”
I twist the throttle, and the bike lunges ahead. Brea's infectious laughter fills my senses, a melody I hadn't known I yearned for until it reached my ears.
We follow a twisting path that guides us far from civilization, bordered by sprawling fields unfurling like an emerald tapestry under the blazing summer sky. I sense her subtle shift as she maneuvers to balance herself through each curve. With every lean, we draw nearer.
"Where are we headed?" she hollers above the thunderous rumble of the engine, her excitement painting her cheeks with a rosy hue.
“Wherever the road takes us, firefly.”
Minutes turn into hours, time slips away leaving only Brea’s body against mine, and the open road. The sky, once a brilliant blue canvas, darkens ominously as clouds roll. I catch sight of the first flicker of lightning far off in the distance. A rumble echoes through the air.
“Is that bad?” Brea asks against my back.
“We’re going to have to pull off and let it pass.”
Brea’s grip tightens instinctively as she nods fervently. It doesn’t take long before we spot it. An old barn standing lonely on a hill rise. It’s not ideal, but it will have to do. The last thing I want to do is lay down the bike with Brea on the back of it. I would never be able to live with myself if she got hurt.
I steer towards it with urgency, navigating around puddles beginning to form along our path until finally parking beneath one sagging eave at its entrance. Heavy raindrops start peppering down almost immediately after shutting off the engine. “Let’s find a way inside.” The large doors at the front of the barn are locked with a weathered chain, but Brea taps me on the shoulder, pointing to a door on the side of the building. We make our way to it, rain pouring down in sheets now, and with a few tugs, it opens with a groan.
Inside, the barn smells rich like aged wood and hay, a stark contrast to the storm outside. I step in first, then turn to help Brea through the doorway, my hand hovering at her waist before she brushes it off with a grin.
“Not bad for a rainy-day hideout,” I say, scanning our new surroundings.
“Reminds me of something right out of a romance novel,” she replies, her eyes sparkling as she spins slowly to take it all in. “You know, the brooding hero and the damsel caught in a storm…”
“Hey now, I’m no damsel,” I laugh while leaning against a wooden beam. “More like the rogue biker ready to sweep you off your feet.”
She rolls her eyes but can’t suppress her smile. “Right. More like just a guy with a motorcycle looking for an excuse to use it.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
Brea wanders deeper into the barn. The wind howls outside, clattering against the barn like desperate hands seeking entrance. We choose to ignore it for now, the intimacy of this moment bringing us closer together.
“So, what do we do now?” Brea asks as lightning strikes close by, shaking the ground underneath us.
“Until this storm passes, we’re stuck here.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’d planned this. Far from town, creepy barn, no one around.”
“Really?”
“I call it how I see it. What can I say?”
The wind howls like a wounded animal outside, but her voice draws me back to the warmth within the barn walls. I can’t help but grin at her sass. It’s infectious. “You caught me,” I say, crossing my arms with mock defeat. “This was all part of my grand plan.”
She chuckles softly, leaning against an old tractor that creaks in protest as she glances sideways at me through thick lashes.
Suddenly, there’s another crack of thunder above us. A deafening crash reverberates through the barn, and Brea jumps slightly before scrambling toward where I'm standing beneath a beam near the door instead.
“Storm's getting rougher,” she remarks, pressing close enough for our bodies to brush together.
I breathe deeply in this momentary stillness while feeling something primal awaken within. The urge to claim her. Our gazes lock hard in unspoken agreement amidst raging weather outside
Without thinking much about it, I step closer until we’re nearly chest-to-chest now, two coiled springs ready to unravel.
“Brea,” I say softly.
“Fox,” she breathes, grounding me even more. Her green eyes glint like emeralds in the faint light. The storm rages outside, but here, within these walls, it feels as if time has stopped.
“Fuck it,” I mutter as I grab Brea's neck and pull her towards me, pressing my lips against hers with force. There’s a brief moment of surprise that flickers in her green eyes before they flutter shut, surrendering to the rush of passion roaring to life between us. I tuck her closer, feeling the defiance melt away as she sinks into me—fingers threading into my hair, pulling me deeper into this confounding connection.
The taste of rain lingers on her lips, blending with the sweetness of something that feels forbidden yet exhilarating. The storm outside roars louder as we lose ourselves in each other, but it’s nothing compared to the thunderous beat of my heart echoing in my chest.
“Fox,” she murmurs when we finally part.
“Yeah?” I respond, my forehead resting heavily against hers.
“I don’t need a bed.”
Her statement catches me off guard as she fires my own promise back at me. Out of all the scenarios I had played out in my head for today, this is not one of them. “What did you say?”
“I don’t need a bed.”
Before I can think twice, I crash my lips against hers once more. This time, it’s a fierce collision. Brea's fingers delve deeper into my hair, tugging desperately as if I'm the lifeline she didn't know she needed. Our bodies mold together, the swell of her curves fitting perfectly against the hard lines of my form. It’s reckless and wild. We stumble backward, my back hitting something hard behind us. Pain prickles at the collision point, but I ignore it. We shift together again before I hit something else. This time, stumbling backward and straight onto my ass in a pile of hay, dragging Brea down with me.
We land with a soft thud, the hay cushion allowing for an awkward yet oddly comfortable fall. Brea bursts into laughter, her voice ringing through the barn and slicing through the tension like a shard of glass. It resonates with joy, echoing off the walls.
“Are you always this graceful?” Her green eyes sparkling like light catching on emeralds.
“That’s rich coming from the woman who barreled into me like a bull in a China shop.”
“Maybe that was part of my grand plan.” She shifts her hips to straddle my lap. I can feel every curve press against my body. My hands find their way to her waist, fingers splaying across the soft fabric of her shirt as a grin spreads across my face.
Brea bites her lower lip. “Maybe,” she whispers, the playful tone replaced by something deeper, more serious. With that, I tilt my head back and capture her lips again. This time slowly, savoring the taste of her mouth and the way she cradles my face in her hands. Brea pulls away, staring down at me, when her hands go to the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it over her head.
I watch as she reveals a soft lace bralette beneath, the fabric hugging her curves like it was made to showcase the beauty before me. “God, you’re stunning,” I murmur reverently. My hands instinctively drift from her waist and up to her ribs, tracing the line where the lace meets her skin as if I might memorize every inch of her.
“I told you I don’t need a bed,” she breathes, leaning closer so that her hair spills like waves across our faces. “I want you, Fox. I want this.” Her bralette disappears next, and with it my control. I lurch forward, trailing kisses down her collarbone to the soft flesh of her breasts. Her breath hitches as I gently bite one of her tender nipples, tugging it between my teeth before moving to the other. She moans softly. "More," she whispers, pushing against me.
I take this as an invitation, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling her head back forcefully while giving the other nipple equal attention. My cock throbs with need, aching to be inside her perfect body.
“Fuck,” I breathe against her skin, my voice rough with want, “You’re killing me here.”
She grinds against me, sending a jolt of electricity straight down to my core. “Then let’s do something about it,” she challenges, her eyes daring me to take things further.
With a primal growl that escapes my lips, I flip us over in a swift motion so that she’s now beneath me in the hay. The barn creaks around us like an ancient witness to our reckless abandon. The scent of dust and hay mingles with the intoxicating essence of Brea, driving every coherent thought from my mind.
“Fox…” she gasps as I waste no time trailing kisses down her torso, leaving a path of fire along her skin. Each kiss a craving rooted so deep I can hardly contain it. I’m lost in this moment—lost in her.
I pull away just long enough to look into those stunning green eyes. “Are you sure?” The seriousness of what’s happening dangles between us like the storm clouds outside, dark yet electrifying.
“Yes,” she whispers, almost pleadingly.
I plunge back into her warmth, burying myself in the taste of skin. Brea arches against me, her breath hitching as I explore the landscape of her body.
“God, you’re perfect,” I murmur against her stomach as my lips graze over her soft skin.
Her fingers tangle in my hair again, guiding me further downwards as if I needed any encouragement. Each soft gasp that escapes from her lips sends waves of need crashing through me, and I hunger for more.
“Fox…” she breathes again, this time thick with urgency and a bit of impatience.
“Don’t rush me, firefly. I’m going to take my time with you.” My fingers brush against her naked stomach, toying with her as she’s been toying with me. She watches me intently as I pop the first button of her jeans, taking great care to prolong lowering her zipper. With a slow, torturous pace, I tug down her jeans, revealing a pair of black simple cotton panties underneath them. I shift just enough to tug her jeans off her bare, trembling legs.
I grin down at her before pressing my mouth against her soaked panties. I shift, trying to find a better angle where the hay isn’t digging into her skin and where I can get better access to her drenched pussy. I wrap my hands around her waist and roll us again. The prickly hay digging into my back. My hands grip her round ass, dragging her towards my head before I settle her thighs on either side of my face.
“What are you doing?” she hisses. My hands go to the waistband of her panties. With a hard tug, they rip away, leaving her bare above me. Brea gasps, eyes wide with shock.
“Eating my fucking pussy, firefly.” My mouth ascends on her drenched core. Her body responds instantly. Her back arching again as her fingers dig into my hair, using it as leverage to grind against my face. I revel in the sounds she makes, soft whimpers mingling with gasps that only fuel my hunger further.
“Fox, please,” she whispers, the desperation in her voice burning me alive from the inside out. “Don’t stop.”
I’ve never been one to grant other people’s wishes, but for Brea? I’d gladly break my own rules. I dive deeper into her, flicking my tongue against her sensitive folds, exploring as if I'm uncovering hidden secrets.
Her hips grind against my mouth, desperate for more friction, while I hold her down. Each flick and swirl of my tongue earns me another moan from her lips.
“Fuck, Brea, you taste incredible,” I murmur against her, my breath hot against her slick skin. Her response is a shaky gasp that makes me want to devour her whole. I increase the pressure of my tongue, diving into her warmth with reckless abandon, hungry to drive her wild.
“Fox! Oh God…” she cries, her voice straining with pleasure. “Just like that. Don’t stop!”
With each movement of my tongue, I coax her closer to the edge. I pull back for just a moment, looking up at her face, flushed and beautiful. “You’re close,” I say, my voice laden with need. Her essence coating my face like a badge of fucking honor.
Her lips part as she nods, vulnerability shining through those captivating eyes that have already ensnared my heart in ways I can’t begin to understand. “Not yet, firefly. When you come, you’ll come on my cock.”
I gently shift Brea backward from her position, settling her next to me in the hay and giving myself enough room to lean forward. I tug my shirt over my head before I work off my riding boots and jeans. My aching cock springs from my boxers as I tug them down over my hips and kick them off. Brea’s eyes widen at the sight of me. There’s something so innocent in her gaze as she drinks in every bit of me, yet it’s layered with a desire so potent that it sends fresh waves of lust coursing through my veins.
“Like what you see, firefly?” I ask, feeling a grin tug at my lips as I lean back on my elbows, giving her a show.
She bites her lip, and that’s all it takes. Shifting until I'm hovering over her, our skin is inches apart, my cock ready to take her. The anticipation crackles in the air around us—a palpable energy that makes my heart race. "Tell me what you want, Brea."
"Show me," she breathes out, her voice sultry and demanding. "I want to feel you inside me.”
A low growl escapes my throat as I capture her lips again, kissing her fiercely while my hands explore the curves of her body, fingers dancing along her sides, down to her thighs where they linger before squeezing tightly. Each caress drives me insane. The need to claim her as mine overtakes every rational thought.
“I don’t have anything,” I admit. I came unprepared like an idiot. I’d never considered we’d end up like this with as pissed as Brea was at me the last time I saw her.
“It’s okay,” Brea reassures me. “I’m on birth control, and it’s been a long time since I last had a partner.”
“It’s been a while for me, too,” I admit. “You sure?”
“Yes. Quit stalling, Fox, and fuck me.”
I push forward slowly, filling her inch by inch while I savor the feeling of her warmth enveloping me. Brea gasps at the sensation, her body tensing around me before she instinctively adjusts to let me in deeper.
“Goddamn,” I grunt as I finally bottom out inside her. “You feel perfect.”
I pull back slightly before thrusting forward again, my pace building steadily to match the rhythm of her whimpers and moans. Brea meets my movement with her own frantic bucks of pleasure, pushing back against me like she wants to swallow me whole.
“More,” she urges, desperation lacing her voice as if we weren’t already entwined completely.
I oblige, changing angles to hit that sweet spot buried deep within her. Every thrust sends ripples of ecstasy through her, and I can feel the way her body responds, tightening around me as I drive deeper, harder.
“Just like that, Fox,” she breathes out, her words a melody straight from heaven, urging me on.
My hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her soft skin as I withdraw only to plunge back into her warmth with relentless fervor. The way she cries out my name stirs something within me. A mix of pride and desire that I’ve never experienced before. This isn’t just sex. This is so much fucking more.
Brea's nails graze along my arms and shoulders, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She’s close. I can feel her pussy squeezing around my cock, but I’m not ready for this to end. Digging my hands under her ass, I pull her from the hay, standing up with my cock still buried inside of her. Brea yelps, moving her hands to grasp my neck and tightening her legs around my hips. I walk us towards a beam, pressing her back against it. I thrust harder, pinning her against the beam with every stroke. Brea’s cries echo in the barn.
“I could get lost in you forever,” I groan, feeling her walls clench around me as if they were made for my cock alone drives away any lingering doubt or fear of what this is. What this means.
Brea is mine.
“I’m so close,” she gasps. Her legs tighten around my waist, urging me to give in to the raw hunger pulsing between us. Brea’s cries fuel the fire within me, lighting a need so primal it feels as if it's etched onto my very soul.
“Just a little longer, firefly” I murmur through gritted teeth.
“Fox… please. I need?—”
I cut her off with a deep kiss, swallowing her words and plunging further into her tight pussy. “Fuck,” I groan against her mouth, finding that perfect angle again. “Say you're mine, Brea. Fuck, firefly, I need to hear it.”
“I’m yours,” Brea's words come in quick gasps. Her breath quickens, each gasp a plea for release as I lose myself in the rhythm of our bodies entwined.
“It’s too much,” she pleas, a desperate whisper that sends shockwaves through me. Her body convulses around me, tightening even more, and I can feel her reaching that precipice.
“Just let go, firefly,” I tell her, feeling my own release building rapidly. “Let it happen.”
“Fox!” she cries out, and at the sound of my name spilling from her lips like a prayer, my control snaps. I give one final thrust as her body erupts in a wave of pleasure. Brea's walls clench around me tightly, sending me spiraling into my own ecstasy. Time stands still as we are both consumed by it all—two souls melding amid fervent breaths and forgotten fears.
Two souls who didn’t know just how much they needed each other until now.