CHAPTER TEN
The moment we step out the back doors of the clubhouse, Foxy reaches for my hand, threading her slender fingers through mine.
My head jerks down to our joined hands, the simple gesture catching me off guard.
When was the last time I held a woman’s hand?
Had to be with Jennifer, and that feels like a goddamn lifetime ago.
“This place isn’t what I expected,” Foxy says, her voice soft in the night air.
“Yeah? What’d you expect?” I ask, genuinely curious about what she thought she’d find here.
She points over her shoulder at the clubhouse. “Not that. Not the family dinner. Not your mom fussing over everyone or your dad telling old stories.”
I nod, thinking about the family-style dinner my mother put together tonight.
My lips twitch as I mentally roll my eyes.
Ma had her reasons for going all out—she’s always trying to play matchmaker.
Always telling me and Bane we need to find good women and settle down. Always fussin’ that none of us is getting any younger.
Lord knows I feel every one of my forty-three years of age tonight.
Why am I suddenly hoping Ma’s craziness worked this time?
Chief’s warning bounces around in my head.
My sister is off limits. Make sure your club knows.
Oh, they know she’s off limits, all right.
But it has nothing to do with Chief or his warning.
I made sure every fucking one of them got the message that she wasn’t on the menu.
I’m the only one who’s getting a taste of her sweet pussy.
Fucking Chief.
He might as well have painted a target on her back.
I’ve never been one to take orders.
I’m the man in charge around here.
Nobody else. And sure as fuck not him.
Foxy’s fingers flex in my hand, drawing me out of my thoughts.
I look down to find her watching me, those green eyes almost glowing in the moonlight.
She’s so goddamn beautiful it makes my chest ache.
“Where are we going?” she asks, as we follow the gravel path that winds through the compound.
“My place,” I reply, nodding toward the row of houses at the edge of the property.
As we walk, I wonder if she has a place of her own back in Jacksonville or if she lives in that fancy RV full-time.
Then a more troubling thought hits me—does she have a man waiting for her back home?
The green monster inside me rears its ugly head.
“Saylor was so excited to show me her room earlier,” Foxy says, breaking into my thoughts. “She made me promise to come back so we could have a sleepover.” Her face softens with genuine affection. “That Hello Kitty collection is something else.”
Warmth spreads through my chest.
My daughter doesn’t usually warm up to people so quickly. “Yeah, she’s obsessed. Her room looks like Hello Kitty threw up in there.”
Foxy giggles.
My house comes into view—a modest two-story with white siding and black shutters. I had it built after I got out of prison, wanting a real home for my kids. The clubhouse was great when it was just me, but it’s not a place to raise a family.
The porch’s motion light kicks on as I lead her up to the door. Fishing my keys from my pocket, I unlock it, push it open, and motion for her to go in first.
I stand in the doorway, watching as she immediately gravitates toward the photos lining the entry wall—pictures of me with the kids at the beach, Saylor in a pink tutu at a dance recital, Jagger covered in mud on his first dirt bike.
“They’re beautiful, your children,” she says, tracing a finger over a frame.
“Yeah,” I agree, leaning against the door frame. “They’re the best things I’ve ever done.”
She turns to face me, and something passes between us—something that should freak me the fuck out but instead feels right.
Having her here, in my home, feels right.
I cross the threshold and close the door behind me. No sooner does the lock click than she’s on me, launching herself into my arms.
I catch her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as her mouth crashes into mine.
“Fuck,” I groan as her sexy black boots dig into the back of my thighs.
I knew she’d be a wildcat, but I didn’t expect her level of need to match my own.
Tangling my fingers in her hair, I tug her head back, exposing the column of her throat.
I latch onto the side of her neck and sink my teeth into the flesh, marking her.
She moans, the sound going straight to my cock. “God, yes.”
I soothe the spot with my tongue, and she grinds her pussy against the hardness straining against my jeans.
Carrying her down the hallway to my bedroom, I kick the door shut behind us.
I set her back on her feet and yank her shirt over her head, taking my time to admire what’s revealed.
I’ve never seen anything more magnificent.
Her black lace bra struggles to contain her perfect tits, and I lick my lips in anticipation.
“Fuck, baby,” I growl, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra with practiced ease. It falls away, and I groan at the sight of her unbound breasts. “The things I’m going to do to this body.”
Jesus, I can hardly wait.
Her hands go to my cut, pushing it off my shoulders. I grab it before it can fall to the floor, and toss it on the dresser. She reaches for my t-shirt and I help her pull it over my head.
Her eyes widen at the sight of my tattooed chest, her fingers tracing the outline of the eagle stretching across my pecs.
“Your turn,” I say, reaching for the button on her leather pants. They’re so tight I have to peel them off her, but the view is worth it—black lace panties that match her bra, and legs that go on for days.
“Christ,” I mutter, running my hands up her thighs. “Look at you.”
A raw, urgent need is building between us as she works on my belt, and I kick off my boots.
When she finally gets my jeans down, her eyes widen at the sight of my cock standing at attention.
“Is that a...” She trails off, staring at my piercing.
“Prince Albert,” I confirm with a smirk. “Problem?”
She shakes her head, her eyes hungry. “Definitely not a problem.”
I step forward, backing her toward the bed. “On your knees,” I command softly.
Something flashes in her eyes—excitement, challenge, surrender—and she does as I say, dropping to her knees in front of me.
“Good girl,” I praise, cupping her cheek. “Now show me what that pretty mouth can do.”
She leans forward, her tongue flicking out to taste the head of my cock.
I hiss at the contact, my hand going to her hair again, guiding her.
“That’s it,” I encourage as she takes me deeper. “Fuck, your mouth feels amazing.”
She works me with her mouth and hands, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. The sight of her on her knees, those plump lips stretched around my cock, is almost enough to make me lose it.
I pull back before I do. “Up,” I order, helping her to her feet. “On the bed. I want to taste you.”
She sits down on the edge of the mattress, her eyes blazing with need.
“Lie back.”
Following my orders like a good girl, she lies all the way back and hits me with a wicked grin when she spreads her legs open wide.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I murmur, dropping to my knees between her spread legs and running my hands up to the apex of her thighs.
I dip my head, breathing in her scent before dragging my tongue through her folds.
Foxy bucks against my mouth, a startled cry escaping her lips.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl against her pussy. “Let me hear you.”
I devour her like a starving man, licking and sucking at her clit while I slide two fingers inside her.
She’s so wet, so responsive to every touch.
“Oh god, Tacoma,” she moans, her hands fisting in my hair. “Please.”
I double down, curling my fingers to find that spot inside her while I suck hard on her clit.
She comes with a scream, her thighs clamping around my head as her pussy pulses around my fingers.
“I need to be inside you,” I growl, rising from the floor.
She shimmies backward.
I put one knee to the mattress and then the other, climbing between her spread legs.
“Yes,” she pants, her hands sliding down my back to grip my ass. “Please.”
“Spread your legs for me, baby.
She does, opening herself to me without hesitation. I run the head of my cock through her slick folds and groan.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“You,” she moans, her nails digging into my shoulders. “It’s yours, Tacoma. Fuck!”
Her submission does little to feed the need inside me that’s demanding I claim her, mark her, make her mine.
The thoughts roar through me with a possessiveness I’ve never felt before.
I reach for the condom in my nightstand drawer. As much as I want to feel her bare, I’m not stupid. I roll it on quickly as I position myself at her entrance.
“Keep those eyes on me,” I command. “I want to see your face when I fill you up.”
She nods, her eyes locked on mine as I push forward, sinking into her tight heat inch by inch.
“Like a fucking glove,” I groan as her body stretches to accommodate me. “So goddamn tight.”
“Shit,” she breathes, her mouth falling open as I bottom out inside her. “That feels—oh god.”
I give her a moment, both of us panting, before I start to move.
Slow at first, savoring the drag of my piercing against her inner walls. Her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me in deeper with each thrust.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl, picking up the pace. “Wet and hot. Fuck, your pussy is trying to squeeze the fucking life outta’ me.”
She moans in response, her head falling back on her shoulders.
I take advantage, latching onto her exposed neck, sucking and biting marks into her skin.
Mine. She’s mine.
“Harder,” she begs, her voice breathy and desperate. “Please, honey.”
I grab her hips, digging my fingers into her soft flesh as I slam into her. The bed rocks beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall.
She cries out, her inner walls clenching around me.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage, feeling my own release building. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Her eyes lock with mine, and something passes between us—a connection that goes beyond the physical.
It shakes me to my core, this feeling, this moment.
This is more than just a quick fuck.
This is something else entirely.
“I’m close,” she whimpers, her body trembling beneath me.
I slip my hand between us, finding her clit with my thumb. “Come for me, Cali,” I say, calling her by her real name. “Come for me now.”
She shatters at my command, her back arching off the bed as she cries out my name.
The sight of her coming undone pushes me right to the edge.
I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, driving into her one, two, three more times before my own release hits me like a freight train.
“Fuck, Foxy!” I roar, emptying myself into the condom as pleasure courses through every nerve in my body.
For a moment, we stay frozen, both of us panting, our bodies still connected.
Then I carefully pull out, disposing of the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed before collapsing next to her.
She turns her head to face me, and a slow, satisfied smile spreads across her lips. “Better than okay.”
I prop myself up on one elbow to look at her. My fingers trace over a tattoo on her ribs—a delicate compass nestled in the center of a rose.
“What’s this one mean?” I ask, genuinely curious.
She glances down at it. “It’s to remind me I can always find my way home, no matter how far I wander.”
“And where’s home?” The question comes out before I can stop it.
She’s quiet for a moment, her fingers absently tracing patterns on my chest. “I’m not sure anymore. It used to be Jacksonville, but lately...” She shrugs. “I spend more time in my RV than anywhere else.”
I nod, understanding the feeling.
It took a while when I got out to find my place—to figure out where I fit after being gone for so long.
“What about this one?” I ask, touching a small fox tattooed behind her ear.
She laughs. “That one’s pretty obvious.”
“And how’d you get that name? Foxy?”
“My grandfather gave it to me when I was a kid. He always said I was clever as a fox.” Her expression softens at the memory. “I’ve been Foxy ever since.”
I lean down and press a kiss to the tattoo. “It suits you.”
She shivers at the touch of my lips. “What about you? How’d you get your road name?”
“I was born in Tacoma, Washington,” I explain. “My parents were nomads back then, traveling all over. They didn’t settle in Florida until I was about three.”
A thoughtful expression takes over her face. “So you’ve always been Tacoma?”
“Pretty much. Though my brother used to call me Taco when we were kids.”
She laughs, the sound going straight to my cock. “Taco? Seriously?”
“Don’t even think about it,” I warn. “I’ll deny it if you tell anyone.”
She mimes zipping her lips, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
I pull her closer, our bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. Her head rests on my chest, and I find myself playing with her hair, twisting the soft strands around my fingers.
“This is nice,” she murmurs, her voice growing sleepy.
“Yeah,” I agree, surprised to find I mean it. “It is.”
I’m not used to this part—the after.
Usually, I fuck and leave, or if the woman’s at the clubhouse, I send her on her way once I’m done.
But with Foxy, I find myself wanting her to stay, wanting to keep her in my bed, in my arms.
The thought should terrify me, but it doesn’t. If anything, it feels like this is how it was always meant to be.
“Tacoma?” she asks, her voice soft in the darkness.
“Yeah, angel?”
"What are we doing?" she whispers.
"Right now? I'm about to make you come again," I tell her, rolling her onto her back and trailing my fingers down her belly to the promised land.
She catches my wrist, stopping me. "You know what I mean."
I sigh, meeting her eyes.
I do know. But I don't have an answer that makes any sense. We just met. This pull isn’t anything I’ve ever felt before. And quite frankly, I’m not sure what to fucking think about all the conflicting thoughts running rampant through my head.
Keep her. Send her home to her brother. What the fuck am I supposed to do? None of it makes any sense.
What I am sure of is that I need to be inside her.
"Let's not overthink it," I suggest, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "We've got tonight, right?"
Something flickers in her eyes—disappointment, maybe—but she nods. "Right."
"And tomorrow," I add, pressing a kiss to her lips. "If you want."
Her lips curve into a genuine smile. "I want."
Relief floods through me, and I capture her mouth in another kiss, this one deep and thorough, a promise of things to come.
"Good," I murmur against her lips. "Because I'm not nearly done with you yet."