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“Oh.” A short laugh leaves him and his hand flexes on my ass in my back pocket. “I’m pretty sure she’d bury me before you had the chance.”
Thea’s expression melts into a smile at the pride in his tone and Fox relaxes. “Good answer. Be right back.”
She disappears into the back and returns shortly after with a fresh plate of cookies shaped like suns and moons baked in honor of her bakery opening. I’m so proud of her and as my friends all chat, I lean into Fox and feel a true sense
of happiness. He doesn’t exactly fit in with them easily, not when the rest of the guys have the bond of knowing each other from childhood, but he’s not out of place either. He stays quiet, listening to us as we tease each other.
Holden joins in for a while, he and Fox talking in low murmurs while Gemma shows me photos of a hike she and Lucas drove north of their college for in the spring. I glance up and see them laughing together. It feels good, like the broken things between the three of us aren’t beyond repair.
Our parents might have done irrevocable things, but we aren’t them and we won’t make their same mistakes.
Fox brushes his lips over my ear several minutes later. “Ready to get out of here?”
“Yes.”
I say goodbye to my friends and congratulate Thea for the millionth time on doing what she always wanted. She hugs me tight in one of her magic embraces and tries to wink at me—tries and fails because she can’t actually wink for shit—and I promise to check in with her later. Fox takes my hand.
Outside, the summer sun shines down on us, glinting off his motorcycle.
He hands over the helmet and closes his fingers over my wrists before I put it on. “Who’s shirt is that?”
“This?” I look down. “Mine. Well, Holden’s first, but I stole it from him three summers ago. He brought me clothes over at Thea and Connor’s apartment yesterday since I didn’t have anything.”
He visibly relaxes, grabbing a handful of the material and tugging me in for a quick kiss. “Good,” he rasps against my lips. “I don’t have to kill anyone today.”
Snorting, I push him off with a playful grin. “Were you going to deck Connor if I borrowed it from him?”
He mulls it over, jaw moving side to side. “Maybe. He’d hit back, but it would be worth it.”
“No hitting my friends, even if they know how to fight.”
“Fine.” He smirks, raking his gaze over me. “No wearing anyone else’s clothes. Only mine.”
When he claims me like that, my stomach dips pleasantly. I’ve always liked when he wanted to be possessive of me, even when we were kids.
“Fine,” I agree easily. “I like your shirts best anyway. Just a shirt and nothing else underneath, best feeling in the world.”
The sound Fox releases is part-groan, part-growl and he grabs my hips. “Careful with that mouth, Maisy Daisy, or I’ll fuck you right here in the middle of town.”
My mouth curves and satisfaction rolls down my spine. “Promises, promises,” I murmur in a seductive lilt that makes heat flare in his dark gaze. “Take me home?”
“Yeah. Get on.”
Fitting my arms around him with the rumble of the motorcycle between our legs feels like home and freedom all at once.
“Hold on tight,” he says over his shoulder.
Grinning into his back, I squeeze him. “Never letting go.”
We’re barely parked in the garage before I hop off the bike, needing to have his lips on mine after two days of being apart. He catches me in his arms, still straddling the bike as I grasp his face between my hands and capture his lips. Heat races over my skin as his palms drag over my body. At the needy sound that escapes me, he pops the buttons on my cut off shorts and stands from the bike in the same motion.
Yanking my body against his, he attacks my neck with his mouth, finding that sensitive spot that makes my thighs rub together against the pulse of heat in my core. His cock is a hard line against my stomach, but his focus is completely on me as he buries his big palms down the back of my shorts and pushes them off, rumbling in approval against my neck when he finds I don’t have anything on beneath them.
“My wild girl,” Fox rasps.
A grin tilts my lips at the reverence in his tone and my heart swells in my chest. His wild girl. That’s who I am. Untamed and free and myself.
The shorts fall to my ankles and I kick them off without stopping my own exploration, hands roaming beneath his shirt and pushing it up. He reaches behind his head with one hand and tugs the t-shirt off. Lifting me by my thighs, he guides my legs around his hips and carries me up the steps. My palms roam over his biceps, tracing the half sleeve tattoo on the left one.
