Chapter 7
Fox
I knew it was Mac. From the moment my fucking phone started vibrating, I knew it was him. Getting me to check in, so he knew I was okay. I should’ve sent him a damn message before the bike ride. I should’ve known he would’ve been calling me, in some sort of fucking panic just to make sure I was okay. I wanted to ignore the phone call. To pay attention to the innocent women who was growing bolder by the second. If I played my cards right, I could get her to take my cock right here. As the clouds covered the moon and left us with nothing but our moans and sighs.
I knew her pussy would be tight on my cock.
But the more it vibrated, the more I knew I had to pick it up. I grabbed onto this beautiful woman’s hips and slid her away, settling her body next to mine. I shoved my hand into my pocket and kissed her forehead, telling her to give me just a second.
Then I picked up the phone call and walked away.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s fucking past midnight. Where the hell are you?” Mac asked.
“Out,” I said. “Sorry I didn’t check in. Just… blowing off some steam.”
“If you’re staying at your place for the night, you know the rules. Check in before you fall asleep and once you get up. Come on, Fox. This is bullshit. Don’t pull a Snake on me.”
“That the only reason you called?” I asked.
“No. I called because I just got done talking with Laiken.”
“Shit. That can’t be good if you’re calling about it. What’s up?”
“She overhead the DEA saying in her office today that a small group of Devil’s Saints rollers are on the move right now. They were spotted riding together, which hasn’t fucking happened in weeks.”
“Yep. They’ve been keeping a low profile. It’s why you took Snake and I off creeper detail,” I said.
“I want everyone back at the lodge as soon as fucking possible. In case these assholes start something or try to roll up on us.”
“Did Laiken tell you they were headed in our direction?” I asked.
“No, but I’m not taking any chances. Whatever night you’ve got planned for yourself, it’s gonna have to wait.”
“You couldn’t have led with that?” I asked.
“Who the fuck cares what I led with? Get back here, Fox. I’m serious.”
“If they’re keeping a low profile, then maybe they are putting a group together to scope the town. See if the DEA’s still here. I’m sure they know the government’s on to them. They’re crazy, but not stupid,” I said.
“Fox. You can get your pussy another time. Get your ass back here now, or don’t bother coming back at all. Got it?”
I gritted my teeth and swallowed my groan as I turned back towards my beautiful piece of ass. She was sitting on the bench staring at the stars, her hands tucked between her perfect legs. I was ready to taste her tonight. I was ready to see what all the fuss was about with these innocent little creatures. Talon was all about innocent women, but I leaned more with Snake. I wanted a woman who knew what the fuck she was doing. No matter what.
But there was something about the way she had kissed me. The way she commanded herself and made all those first moves. On the outside, she looked innocent. But her actions were clearly not holy. I couldn’t believe I was gonna have to leave her.
Because my cock wasn’t ready to.
“Okay,” I said. “I’m on my way.”
“See you soon,” Mac said.
I hung up the phone and stuffed it back into my pocket. I reached into my pants, then resituated my growing cock. I’d had to choose between a piece of ass and my club all the time, but all of those times I hadn’t been so desperate for it. The stress of all these shitty situations was getting to me, and I was ready to blow more than one load. I was hoping to fill at least two of the three holes this beautiful little angel had tonight.
And now? I wasn’t gonna be able to fill any of them.
I started back for her as her eyes descended onto mine. Whatever shell she had busted out of, she was now retreating back into. Her big doe eyes and her innocent little grin was back. She was rubbing her hands on her thighs like she was massaging them awake. She stood to greet me as I walked back up to the bench, and all I wanted to do was take her back into my arms.
Feel her fingertips on my skin again as she set my cock on fire.
“Something’s come up,” I said.
“Oh. Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Yeah. Just some things with my job.”
“What do you do for work?”
“I’m a mechanic in a shop. But I have a few other side jobs as well.”
“One of your jobs is calling you after midnight?” she asked.
“I’m on-call this month for it, yeah.”
She nodded her head as she looked past my body. I could tell she was disappointed, and I knew how she felt. Despite her guarded appearance, she had been looking forward to this just as much as I had been. I could see the faintest outline of her nipples poking through her shirt as the cloud moved away from the moon. It bathed her skin in a faint glow as I licked my lips, thinking about what those pebbled beauties would taste like on the tip of my tongue.
Fuck. I was pissed with Laiken right now.
“Do you want me to drop you off at the bar or at your home?” I asked.
“Home might be better,” she said. “I can get my car tomorrow from the bar.”
“You sure? They might tow it.”
“I didn’t see any towing signs. Plus I had a bit too much to drink at the bar. I’d rather go home, sleep it off, and pay the towing expense than risk an accident.”
“Sounds like a plan. Come on. I’ll get you home.”
If she had drank that much, then it was probably a good thing I was taking her home. As much as my dick wanted her, I never felt good about fucking a drunk woman. Snake did that shit all the time. At least, he did before Laiken came into the picture. Same with Talon. Hawk wasn’t that kind of guy, though. And neither was Mac.
I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Plus, it didn’t feel as good when I was wasted.
Drunk women were sloppy. Their blow jobs were shit, and their pussies weren’t as wet. It was like trying to have sex with a bath mat. They laid there in their drunken stupors and made sounds that were way too loud. There was nothing appealing at all about having sex with a woman who was too drunk to contribute to the moment.
Nothing about Harlow’s appearance struck me as sloppy, but it was the excuse I used to get my cock under control.
Her arms wrapped around my waist felt like heaven. The warmth her body possessed as she held me close made me breathe all the way deeply back to her place. Her voice rose the hair on my neck as she gave me directions, telling me where to go so I could get her home. I felt her hands meandering again. Rushing down my abs and lying just in front of the zipper of my pants. Holy fuck, this woman was something else.
It was hard for me to concentrate with her holding me the way she was. I loved her arms around me. Usually, it was me doing the holding. Pulling a woman close and keeping her warm. Even if they took a ride on the back of my bike, I still felt like I was holding them. Like my bike was fucking cradling them into my body so I could keep them steady as we rode into the horizon.
But the way her entire body pressed against mine. There was something different about it.
There was something there I’d never experienced before, and I couldn’t even put it into fucking words.
I turned into an apartment complex and came to a stop in front of her building. I felt her slide off the bike, her hands unraveling from my body. I missed her warmth already. I could smell the faintest smell of her dripping pussy lips, and I wanted it all pressed back into me. I wanted her to wrap those long, soft arms around my neck and pull me into her luscious body. I wanted to fall into bed with her as I kissed those lips again. I wanted her to hang onto me as I pounded the imprint of her body into the wall of her apartment.
“Thanks for the ride,” she said.
“No problem.”
She smiled at me, her toe kicking at a rock on the ground as I grinned. The halo of innocence around her added to her allure. The moon didn’t bathe her in a lust it did with most women. It only served to accent the happiness that radiated from her features. Naturally. Like the world hadn’t tainted her with its evils just yet.
Like it had with me.
“Could I call you sometime?” I asked.
“I’d like that,” she said with a smile. “I’d really like that.”
“Here,” I said as I dug out my phone. “You can put your number in here.”
I unlocked my phone and handed it to her as she began typing away.
She had the most delicate hands. Soft, smooth hands that hadn’t seen a hard day’s work in her life. I could tell by the apartment complex that she was well off. Whether it was her job or parent’s jobs that put her in this place, I didn’t know. And honestly? I didn’t care. If I were that loaded or my parents were that loaded, I’d fucking shout it from the rooftops.
Good on her for having a decent life for herself.
“Here,” she said as she handed my phone back. “I hope to hear from you soon.”
“I’m sure you will,” I said with a grin. “Pretty women are always the first to hear from me.”
Her cheeks were tainted with a blush as she leaned forward. She pressed her lips to my cheek, leaving behind an imprint of warmth that trickled into my chest. I grinned as she pulled back, watching her wave as she made her way to the steps. Her hips swayed salaciously. Her ass bounced with the steps she took. Fuck. My hands would fit perfectly into the dip of her waist.
Fucking Mac. Ruining shit for me like always.
I sighed as I looked down at my phone. I pressed the screen to refresh my memory of the name she’d given me in the bar. I was shit with names. That was the only good thing about fucking a drunk woman.
If I didn’t remember her name, she usually didn’t remember if I called her the wrong one in bed.
But the moment I saw her name, my eyes widened. I snapped my head up to the balcony, seeing her looking down at me. She waved one last time, and I nodded my head, trying to hide the shock on my face. I watched as she walked into her apartment as I sat there, my heart rumbling within the confines of my chest.
Harlow Carmichael.
Holy shit. Had I just dropped off Daniel Carmichael’s daughter?