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A rough sound tears from him, his thrusts speeding up with even more force as he chases me to orgasm. He pushes up far enough to watch my dazed expression with a hungry focus as I tremble from coming so hard. Moving his hand to grip my hair in his fist, he snaps his hips and stiffens with a low rumble. His cock throbs deep inside me and I gasp from the sensation.
We’re both panting, coming down from the ecstasy racing through us. Fox pulls out and collapses beside me, reaching out and tugging me against his sweaty side. With his other hand, he reaches down and pulls my thigh across his torso. My pulse is throbbing between my legs and I shift just to feel the dirty gratification of our mingled come coating my inner thighs.
After a few minutes our breathing evens out.
“Damn,” I murmur, lacking the brain power to say much more.
Fox chuckles, the low, raspy sound sending warm tingles over my skin and wrapping around my heart. He squeezes my thigh and turns to place a kiss in my hair. I tilt my head up and his lips find mine, the soft kiss at odds with how wild we were together. When we part, our gazes lock and we stare at each other.
It’s comfortable. I don’t feel the need to fill the silence, and neither does he. We simply exist in this moment. I’m bared to him down to my soul and feel like he’s allowing me to look into his. There are no more walls between us.
He traces random patterns on my skin, holding me close. I feel like I’m right where I belong, the old warped piece that was gone from my heart for so long now firmly back in place.
When I wake up in Fox’s bed, the apartment is empty and quiet. I stretch, enjoying the aches from yesterday and last night. The sight of Fox’s belt still tied around a pipe above his bed where he restrained my wrists for round…who knows last night makes my mouth stretch in a delicious smile.
Music drifting from the lower level reaches me when I get up and drag one of his t-shirts over my head. It’s big on me, hitting mid thigh and slipping off one shoulder. I skip everything else, pour a cup of coffee from the still-warm pot, and go off in search for him.
So far I’ve lucked out. My parents haven’t done anything to find me. I wasn’t kidding about smashing my phone if they tried to track it, but part of me is surprised they let me go after how controlling they’ve been. It leaves me waiting for the other shoe to drop. I need to check in with Holden and see what things are like at the house.
All other thoughts fly from my head when I creep down the stairs to the garage. Fox is in the middle of working, covered in a light sheen of sweat and grime. He’s shirtless, tattoos on display, ripped black jeans hanging off his hips as he crosses to the workbench to grab a tool before heading back to the piece of metal he’s bending to his will to form something. I park my ass on the step, watching in fascination with my coffee cup cradled in my hands.
It’s as if the materials he uses have no choice but to obey his command to become what he wants. I don’t know what it was originally, or what it will be, but it’s beautiful. He hammers out a piece until it flattens, then uses another power tool to cut off a raw edge.
Fox looks up when he realizes I’m there, catching me out of his periphery. I grin when his gaze rakes over me from head to toe, the want obvious as he drags his teeth over his lower lip. Damn, a girl could get used to that.
“Hi.” I keep eye contact as I take a sip of coffee.
Without a word he wipes his hands and crosses the garage, taking the steps two at a time until he reaches me halfway up. He slides his fingers into my hair and tilts my head back for a deep kiss.
Pulling back slowly, his eyes dip to what I’m wearing. “Nice shirt.”
“I thought so,” I say with a smirk. “You been up for a while?”
“I was under the impression people who did yoga got up with the sun. It’s almost ten.”
“That’s when they aren’t fucked within an inch of their life by an insatiable monster,” I sass, indicating the finger-shaped bruises on my thighs to prove my point.
His gaze turns heated as I tease the hem of the shirt higher to follow the pattern of marks he left on me—bites, hickeys, and bruises covering my body. He takes my hand and sets my coffee aside on the step.
“Come here.”
He tugs me down the steps, leading me to the Charger. Spinning me around, he captures my mouth again, nipping my lip before swiping his tongue over the sharp burst of pain. His large calloused hands fit to my waist, almost encircling it. I run my fingers over the scar on his knuckle as he guides me back until he has me splayed on the hood of his car.
“My dirty, rebellious little daisy,” he murmurs, gaze pinning me in place as he slides a hand up my hip, pushing up his stolen shirt to reveal I have nothing on underneath. “You know what this means, right?”
I sink my teeth into my lip and shake my head.
With a crooked grin that’s all mischief, he grabs the bottom of the shirt and rips it up so my lower body is completely bared to him.
“It means it’s time for my breakfast. You don’t wear panties around me and I’m going to fuck your pussy with my tongue, fingers, and cock. Got it?”
A bolt of electric heat races through my body as a moan escapes me. Fox pushes my legs wider and his sinful mouth descends on me. He sucks my clit into his mouth, chuckling at the noise that rips from my throat. My hands fly to the back of his head, holding on as he tortures me with his talented tongue.
The bay door is open, and though it seems like there isn’t anyone else around in the row of warehouses where Fox has made his home, anyone could catch us if they drove up. It only makes the carnal exhilaration soar higher, calling to a deep hidden piece of myself I’ve suppressed for so long.
I’ll never be able to look at his Charger again without blushing and thinking of this, him eating my pussy on the hood of his car.
“Yes,” I sigh, threading my fingers through his hair as his tongue swipes with the perfect amount of pressure.
