Property of Fox (Mayhem Makers: Bastard Boilers MC)

22. Fox

FOX

The water sputters for a moment before it finds its rhythm. I lean against the counter, narrowing my eyes at my reflection. A smile widens on my face the more I think about Brea. A genuine smile I hadn’t seen in a long time.

Stepping from the bathroom, I spy Brea sitting on the edge of the bed, engrossed in her phone. Fingers flying over the keys as she types.

“Everything okay?” She nearly jumps out of her skin at my voice. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Sorry,” she apologizes.

“No need to apologize, firefly. I scared you.”

“I was just texting Keira to let her know I won’t be back tonight.”

“Good idea. The last thing we need is for her to call the cavalry.”

Brea chuckles, a melodic sound that pulls at something deep within me. “She’s protective of me. A little too much sometimes.”

“It’s good to have people like that in your life. Though,” I laugh to myself. “I’ll need to sleep with one eye open at your place.”

“Smart man,” she giggles. She types something else out before laying down her cell phone on the bed next to her.

“Shower’s ready. Care to join me? Purely to conserve hot water, of course.”

Brea arches an eyebrow. “Conserve hot water, huh? Is that the best you’ve got?” She rolls onto her back, propping herself up on one elbow.

“If you prefer the more direct route, join me so I can get you into our bed and fuck you senseless. That better?”

Brea's laughter fills the room like a heady perfume, intoxicating and bright. She pushes herself up, the sassy glint in her green eyes. “I don’t think I need a shower,” she baits me, brushing a wayward curl behind her ear. “Why shower when you’ll just make me dirty again?”

“Fuck, firefly,” I groan, dragging my fingers through my hair. “The things your filthy little mouth says.”

She stands from her spot on the couch. Each step towards me painstakingly drawn out before she stops in front of me. “I much prefer your mouth occupied a bit farther south.”

“Are you asking me to devour you again?”

“I might be, but not before I taste you first.”

Without hesitation, I bridge the distance between us and press my lips to hers in a passionate embrace, savoring the delicate flavor of her soul on my tongue.

Her hands slide up my chest, fingers dancing over my tattoos, sending shivers racing beneath my skin. I grip her waist, pulling her in close as we lose ourselves to that intoxicating kiss until she breaks away with an impish smile.

“Now,” she murmurs softly while stepping back just enough to look at me thoroughly. “Let’s get you out of this shirt.”

I can only nod. Brea's fingers deftly work their way under the hem of my T-shirt and yank it upward with determination. The fabric slips over my head and falls carelessly onto the floor.

"Much better," she says appreciatively. “Take off your jeans,” She demands coyly against one ear before abruptly turning serious again. I’ve never been one to let a woman dominate me, but fuck, with Brea in the driver’s seat, I’m starting to think otherwise. My fingers go to the button of my fly, but her hands stop me.

“Let me.” Brea's fingers find their way to my jeans without hesitation. They’re cool against warm skin. She bites down on her bottom lip. With deft precision, she unsnaps the button while holding my gaze fiercely enough that I can't look away even if I wanted to.

She kneels before me with deliberate slowness, making it an event rather than an action. The fabric of my boxers stretches tight against my hard, aching cock while she tugs my jeans free of my legs. I can feel the pulse of anticipation thrumming through every inch of me. I'm burning alive, every nerve ending a taut wire as she finally lowers my boxers just enough, letting the cool air of the room wrap around me. Brea’s eyes glimmer with purpose and mischief, she wears a look like she's already won.

With one swift motion, Brea slips my boxers down to reveal my length. My cock springs free from its confines at last. “Brea…” I manage to breathe out through gritted teeth as sensations spiral within me.

She leans forward then, breath warm against the tip before circling it slowly with her tongue. “Fuck,” I drawl. She sucks my tip inside her mouth, and it’s almost enough to unman me. Her lips, those sinful fucking lips, feel like heaven. A heaven I want to corrupt. She sucks me in fully, and my world shatters. Her wicked mouth envelopes me deeper. My hands tangle in her curls, gripping gently as I guide her rhythm, my restraint is being tested with each delicious bob of her head.

Brea's eyes, bright and fierce, lock onto mine.

“Goddamn, Brea,” I choke out, losing track of reason as pleasure washes through me like an untamed wave. “You’re going to kill me.”

Her response is just a sultry hum around my length that causes me to gasp. Every flick of her tongue is a prelude to sin, every pull back a promise of something deeper waiting just below the surface. I can feel my control starting to slip.

Still teasingly playful, she pulls away just enough to breathe against my slick skin. My hand releases from her hair, dipping lower. My finger swiping across her swollen lips. “Until my cum drips from your pussy, it won’t be decorating these wicked lips.” Brea’s eyes sparkle with defiance and hunger. She thrives on being able to toy with me just as much as I with her.

My hand falls to her throat, grasping lightly, but enough to tug her back onto her feet. Releasing her throat, I tug her shirt and bralette over her head, exposing her torso completely. My lips descend to her luscious tits, drawing one of her nipples into my mouth. Brea gasps when I gently lay a soft bite on her tight bud.

“God, yes,” she breathes out as I flick my tongue over her nipple, savoring the way her body responds to my every move.

“Tell me what you want,” I murmur against her skin, pulling back just enough to look into those vibrant green eyes.

“I want you, Fox,” she replies, panting slightly, each word dripping with desire. “I want you inside me...now.”

“Shower or bed?”

“Bed,” she orders. I barely suppress a groan as I hoist her easily into my arms, feeling the heat radiating from her core as she wraps her legs around my waist. Our mouths collide again, hungry and desperate, while I stumble backward toward the bed. I lay her down gently, but there's nothing gentle about how I move over her body.

My hands skate across her curves as if committing them to memory. With each touch, I’m met with soft gasps and whispers of encouragement that only fuel my desire, setting fire to the restless beast within me. I pause momentarily, drinking in the sight of her splayed out before me, hair cascading like a waterfall of silk over the pillows, skin glowing under the dim light.

But there’s no time to think too deeply, not when Brea’s fingers are exploring my naked torso, nails trailing down my abs dangerously close to where we both crave connection. I lean forward, capturing her mouth again. My hands, desperately trying to unbutton her jeans. Brea pulls away from my kiss as she tries desperately to take away the last barrier between us. Considering her panties lie in a torn mess back in that barn, it takes far too long to undress her, but we finally work her pants off.

My fingers ghost along her ample thighs, feeling every inch of supple skin beneath my touch. Brea’s breath hitches as I slide lower and lower until I'm kneeling between her legs, dragon-like hunger twisting in my gut as I drink in the sight before me.

“Fox,” she moans softly.

“Patience, firefly. I haven’t had my meal yet and I’m a fucking starving man.” With a single tug, I pull her to the edge of the bed. With deliberate slowness, I lean forward—a wolf eyeing its meal. I kiss along her inner thigh. As I reach the apex of her thighs, I take a moment to savor the warmth radiating off her skin while the intoxicating scent of her arousal nearly overwhelms me. The anticipation is unbearable, both for her and for me.

With each kiss that I deliver along the curve of her thigh, I can feel the tension coiling within her body tighten further. She rolls her hips desperately toward me, but I hold back with an iron grip on myself. In this moment, restraint is a game I’m willing to play. And then finally, finally, I dart forward, my mouth leaving kisses where skin meets heat and take what I’ve been craving.

Brea gasps sharply as my tongue meets her slick folds. “Oh my God,” she breathes out, pulling at my hair as if she might tether me to her. Her taste explodes on my tongue. Sweet and spicy like a forbidden fruit and it sends electric shocks straight to my cock.

I give in to the urge to feast on her completely, swirling my tongue against her clit while two fingers sink slowly into her tightness. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I mutter against her skin between laps and sucks. I can feel the vibrations of her pleasure wrapping around my fingers, coaxing me deeper, as the taste of her sweetness fuels my hunger more with each movement.

Brea’s moans grow louder, reverberating in the stillness of the room around us. “Fox...please,” she pleads, urgency tinged with desperation. The way she says my name sends a thrill of possessiveness rushing through me. I want to own this moment and her body, completely.

“Please what?” I taunt gently, adding a third finger, curling them in just the right way that has her gasping, lost in ecstasy. “Use your words.”

“I—” she stutters, breathing heavily as I flick my tongue rhythmically over her sensitive bud. “I need… I need to come. Don’t stop.”

My fingers pump deeper and faster, curling against that sweet spot. Without breaking eye contact, I lean forward and suck her clit into my mouth harder, swirling my tongue again. An act of devotion as much as it is pure greed. Brea's body bucks under my touch, each thrust of my fingers pushing her closer to the edge.

“Fox, I’m—” Her voice trembles, nails biting into my shoulders as she fights to hold on to the last shred of control. She’s close. So fucking close that I can taste it on my tongue, but I’m a selfish man. I want her release dripping down my cock. I want to feel her body pulse and contract around me once again. She may hate me for what I’m about to do, but God, I need to be inside of her.

I pull back, my breath ragged as I savor the look of her. A beautiful disaster, trembling and desperate, her hair strewn across the sheets. I don't want to deny her that release, but the primal urge to claim her as mine overwhelms any reasonable thought.

“Not yet,” I say. I meet her eyes, passion clashing with frustration. “You’re going to wait for me.”

She bites her lip, and I can see the battle playing out behind those green depths—anger, desire, lust. “You’re such an asshole,” she mutters.

“A selfish bastard,” I admit. Every muscle in my body burns with desire. The look of awe in her eyes as they roam over my body is intoxicating.

“Fox...” she breathes again, and the sound sends shivers racing up my spine.

I crawl back toward her on the bed, letting my fingers skim over her curves, kindling that same fiery trail across her skin until I'm hovering over her once more. “Say it, firefly,” I urge softly, pressing my hardness against her slick folds. “Say those fucking words I want to hear.”

“Fuck me,” she responds breathlessly. “God, please. Just… just take me already.”

“Those aren’t the words, baby.”

“Yours,” she forces out. “I’m yours.”

That’s all I needed to hear. “Fuck yes, you are.”

I plunge into her, burying myself deep as we both gasp at the sensation. Her pussy envelops me like a vice, drawing out a guttural sound from deep within my chest. Brea's body welcomes me with an exquisite tightness that threatens to fray my control completely.

“God, you feel so good,” I whisper. The way she grips me…fingers digging into my back, nails trailing dangerously close to the edge of pain. It only fuels my primal desire for her. We’re lost in each other under this dim light.

Her legs wrap around my waist, urging me deeper as I begin to move. Slow at first. Each thrust deliberate as I feel every inch of her wrapped around me. She meets each movement perfectly. “Fox…” she whispers again, that name falling from her lips like a prayer.

“Just like that,” I murmur as she clings tighter to me. I want to hear her moan my name over and over again until it becomes a mantra woven into her skin like a tattoo. Each push sends shockwaves through us both. I can feel the way her body responds instinctively, each pulse pulling me further into a burning spiral of ecstasy.

But it isn’t enough. Not yet. I want to possess this woman, body and soul. It’s not enough to fuck her. I want to stake my claim so deep inside of her that any man who tries to claim her for himself will know who she belongs to.

As I plunge deeper, I crash my lips against hers, swallowing her moans and burying my need in the sweetness of her mouth. Every kiss is a mark of ownership, a promise wrapped in passion. The room fills with the sound of our bodies colliding—wet skin against wet skin.

Brea’s cheeks flush with desire as I pull back, taking in the sight of her beneath me. “Turn around for me.” Obediently, she complies, unfolding herself until she's positioned just right. On her hands and knees. Her delicious ass in the air, glistening with her arousal. “Grip the headboard, firefly. You’ll need it.”

I settle behind her, taking those luscious hips into my hands before sliding into her. The angle even tighter than the last. Brea responds by pushing her hips back toward me, an unspoken challenge that tightens the grip on my heart. I pick up the pace, driving deeper into her core as I lose myself in this blissful rhythm. Her breaths quicken and those beautiful, welcome sounds spill from her lips with every forceful push.

Her back arches, pulling her onto her knees and away from the headboard, a perfect curve with the contours of her body fitting against my chest as I pump into her. I can’t help but let out a low growl, a sound of pure dominance as I claim her like I’ve always wanted to. My hands shift from her hips, palming her ample tits. Moans erupt from her lips, sweet music to my ears as I knead her softness, using my grip to pull her closer as I thrust deeper.

I dip my head to press hungry kisses along the curve of her neck, relishing the taste of her skin, intoxicated by the scent of desire that envelops us both.

“Look at me,” I command, drawing back just enough for her to catch my gaze. I need to see those emerald eyes filled with nothing but me. “I want to see you when you come.”

Her breath hitches, those eyes flickering open to meet mine—dazed yet focused.

There’s something in that look, an unspoken agreement binding us beyond mere lust. She’s giving herself to me completely, holding nothing back anymore.

“Please,” she whispers.

“Please, what?”

“Fox,” she breathes my name. “I’m so close. Please, let me come.”

Her body shudders when I thrust forward again, harder this time with intention. My hands slip from their hold over her tits, falling lower and lower until I reach the apex of her thighs. My fingers brush against her swollen, sensitive clit. “Chase it, baby. Find your release on my cock and my fingers.”

Brea gasps, her entire body responding to my touch as I rub circles on her clit with urgency. “Let go, firefly,” I coax her softly. She tilts her head back against my shoulder and gasps. A symphony of pure need spilling forth as her release washes over her like a tidal wave.

“F-Fox!” Brea cries out, her body quaking violently as pleasure erupts through every nerve ending. The sight of her breaking apart beneath me is both mesmerizing and intoxicating. It sends me spiraling into my own abyss of bliss.

With one final thrust, I surrender to that sweet release. My cock pulsating as I spill inside of her. Marking her as mine. Brea goes lax underneath me, collapsing. She lets out a soft whimper as her body still quakes from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and I can’t help but smile into her shoulder.

“You alright, firefly?” I murmur, relishing the feeling of her warmth enveloping me.

“Mmm,” she hums against me, her back arching slightly in response to my lingering presence inside her. “I think you might have broken me.”

“Good.” I chuckle lightly, nipping at the skin of her neck before pulling back enough to look into those captivating green eyes. With a gentle yet deliberate movement, I slowly withdraw from her warmth, allowing us both to collapse on to the bed before turning her over to face me and pulling her into my arms.

“You’re even more beautiful thoroughly fucked, Brea. You look just like a firefly all aglow.”

She laughs softly, a sound that sends warmth flooding through me. It’s an enchanting melody, and I revel in the way her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink at my words. “Is it just me or is the room kind of foggy?”

I gesture towards the bathroom door where mist creeps beneath it like wraiths in the night. The shower had been running the entire time. “At least we know the water is hot.”

“Shall we take that shower?” I suggest, my voice low and playful as a devilish grin spreads across my face.

“Come on, firefly. Let’s get you cleaned up properly this time.”

But just as I'm about to pull her up and make our way toward the steamy sanctuary awaiting us in the bathroom, the shrill trill of a ringtone slices through our intimate bubble.

“Shit, that’s my phone. Do you see it?”

Shifting the sheets around the bed, it’s nowhere to be found, which is not unexpected considering what we’d just done in said bed. She scrambles off the bed, kneeling next to it, as she frantically searches the floor. “Found it.” Brea pulls out her phone and immediately answers it.

“Keira, is everything okay?”

The moment her voice turns frantic, the lightheartedness vanishes from the room. I can hear Keira's urgent words echoing through Brea’s phone, a muffled symphony of panic that makes my gut twist into a knot. I exchange glances with Brea, concern etches itself across her brow as she nods slowly, absorbing whatever is being said.

"Calm down! Just take a breath," she urges softly but firmly as if trying to pull Keira back from the brink of hysteria. “You’re talking so fast. I can’t understand you.”

And that's when it happens, the way Brea goes still catches my attention more than any roaring engine ever could.

“What do you mean you think someone’s in the house?”

My heart drops as Brea's voice trembles on the line. Her knuckles turn white as she grips the phone tighter, her gaze darting around the room as if she expects to see intruders lurking.

“Brea, what’s happening?” I ask, trying to keep my tone steady, but it comes out strained, edged with anxiety. I lean closer, straining to catch every word Keira is saying.

“Tell her to get out. Now.” The urgency in my voice takes me by surprise. I’m not one for panic, but this situation screams trouble.

“Keira! Listen to Fox!” Brea exclaims into the phone, worry etched across her features. “Get out of the house! You have to?—”

A loud crash punctuates her command, and we both freeze at the sound echoing from Kiera’s end. It’s unmistakable— something heavy has fallen or been knocked over. Brea's face pales further, and instinct kicks in.

“Keira, get out of the house. We’re coming! Keira? Keira, are you there?” Brea pulls her phone away from her face. “Keira?” Fear crosses her face when she checks her phone again. The call disconnected.