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On the ride back to Fox’s place we were silent for most of the drive.
“Fox, is everything alright with Woody?” I finally asked.
“Yeah, I talked to him. It will be alright.” Will? Which meant not yet? I still didn’t know if I had any right to pry so I just nodded and stayed silent. If he wanted to share more I’d let him.
“Thanks for helping out today. You did great.” He quickly changed the subject and I shrugged at his compliment, clearly not believing him. “No, really. Even my sister said so and Jonna almost never has anything nice to say about people.” He laughed, and I smiled because I knew he was right about her. I like Jonna, in fact I liked his family, with the exception of Woody.
Fox looked down at the newspaper that was resting on my lap. “What’s the paper for?” he asked.
“I wanted to see if I could find a room for rent or something on the island.” I could tell that my answer bothered him. “Fox, I really appreciate you letting me stay at your house, but I don’t want you to have to keep sleeping on your couch for me.”
“Oh,” he replied quietly and nodded. “If that’s what you feel you need to do.” The silence that followed didn’t sit well with me and I wondered what was going on in his head. Was he feeling rejected by me? I wanted him, God, did I want him. The kiss we shared today only confirmed it,
but I wanted to make sure I had my own place to recover after he shattered my heart. It was the inevitable outcome of our relationship and something I’d learned from my experience with men. I wanted them to be different, but in the end, they were all the same.
When we were inside, Fox was the first to shower mumbling something about not being able to wait to get the grease smell off him. As I sat on the couch and waited I became aware of a faint beeping that sounded every few minutes coming from my phone in my purse. I retrieved it to see that I had three missed text messages from Mack.
Mack: Where are you? I’m at Daggers.
He sent another one an hour later.
Mack: Don’t be like that. Text me back.
The next text was thirty minutes later.
Mack: I want to see you. I miss you.
In the past, that had worked like a charm for him. I would have gotten my ass to the bar as fast as I could. Each time wanting to believe that he’d changed but I knew he never would. At least not for me. We’d been together too long to change who we were with each other. I’d opened myself up to him five years ago and he cheated on me. Our relationship never recovered because I no longer trusted him with my heart and so I stopped offering it to him. Despite his efforts, he was never able to earn it back, so I think he stopped trying.
I deleted the messages and tossed the phone back into my bag. When Fox emerged from the bathroom, he was dressed in pajama pants and shirtless. While he walked into the kitchen still towel drying his hair, I couldn’t resist staring at his defined torso and the ripple of his abdomen, to the top of the V that disappeared into the waistband of his pants. I licked my bottom lip involuntarily and when he tossed the towel onto the back of one of the chairs at the dinette table it caught my attention enough to snap me out of my lusty thoughts.
“Okay,” I announced and yawned as I stretched. “I’m going to shower and get some sleep.”
“I’ll be up for a while doing some paperwork for the restaurant. Let me know if the light bothers you,” Fox replied as he settled himself at the small desk and powered up his laptop.
“Alright. Good night,” I said over my shoulder as I felt them slump.
“Night,” he returned quietly.
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A few hours later, I was still lying wide awake, staring into the darkness. For a while, I listened to the sound of Fox tapping on his keyboard and the creaking noises of him shifting in his chair, but when that stopped, the silence in the house was deafening. My heart was pounding in my chest and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted to go out there and make a move. We’d been dancing around our attraction to each other for days. I knew he wanted me the same way I wanted him, but I wasn’t going out there because for the first time in my life I was worried that I might be rejected. What if he turned me away? Could I handle it?
Chapter Twelve
I opened the bedroom door quietly and peered into the living room. I could make out Fox’s form on the couch as I padded barefoot toward him. When he saw me, he sat up in alarm, rubbing his sleepy face.
“Harley?” He spoke my name in a groggy whisper. I didn’t speak, I couldn’t. My heart was in my throat because I was nervous. I pulled the hem of my shirt up and over my head, exposing my bare breasts to him and stood there wearing only my black lace panties. The moonlight from the window illuminated his face enough for me to see his tongue dart out to lick his lips as his eyes scanned my body. I stepped forward until my knees touched his legs. His hands came up to my waist and skimmed along my curves.
“What are you doing?” he asked although I was certain he knew.
“This,” I answered as I straddled his lap and brought my mouth to his. He responded instantly, and I let out a sigh of relief. Fox was different than any of the other men I’d been with, and his rejection would have hurt deeply. Just knowing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him turned me on even more. His hands cupped my breast and his thumbs played with my nipples. My hands roamed his hard chest and we devoured each other with our mouths. Nothing existed at that moment, only us. Not the howling wind from another storm that was brewing outside. Not the way the rain began to pelt down on the roof, or even the crackling of thunder in the distance. Nothing could be stronger than the hurricane that was brewing between us, and it was sure to leave a path of destruction in its wake.
Fox’s mouth left mine as he kissed his way down my neck, down the curve of my breast until he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Ah.” I cried out as his warm breath blew on my wet skin while he lightly flicked each tight point with his tongue. What he was doing felt so good that I wanted to scream, but instead, I nipped at his neck and he tilted his head back to let me. His hand rested on each of my hips and I rocked against his hardening cock. The wetness in my panties grew with each of his groans every time my lips met his skin. I continued to lick and nip my way down his chest and slid myself down until I was between his legs. When I pulled down his pajama bottoms, his large hard erection sprang loose and slapped his belly. When I grabbed it tightly in my fist and licked the tip, Fox hissed out, “Harley. Oh, fuck.” Pleased with his reaction, I pulled him into my mouth as far as I could take him. I continued to bob up and down on him as his hands gripped the back of my hair tightly.
