“Where do you think you’re going?” His arm bands around my middle as my back meets his chest.
“Letting you work. I never wanted you to miss work for me, and you clearly have things you need to do before this weekend.” Fox mentioned he plays beach volleyball for fun.
“Sloane is more than capable. I just wasn’t going to make her deal with two assholes in one day. I’m not that much of a jerk.” His lips find the nape of my neck, my hair up in a bun giving him the access he needs. Fox’s other hand is on my thigh, pulling the shirt that I’m wearing up, his fingertips moving north until he realizes I’m not wearing anything underneath.
“Fox,” I moan, my head tipping back, wanting to finally feel his lips on mine.
“Sunshine, you’re gonna wreck me.” His hand slides around my front, and his lips meet mine, neither of us caring about morning breath, each of us wanting to finally share a kiss that I feel like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for.
“Will you please kiss me?” I murmur when he doesn’t deepen the kiss. That’s when he goes at me. His teeth nip at my bottom lip, making me gasp, and his tongue snakes in, dominating me in every way imaginable. It’s when he drags a finger through the lips of my pussy that my knees almost give out.
“Easy, sunshine. I’m going to make you feel good, right here, just like this.” His lips slam against mine, and two fingers sink inside my center, my own wetness giving way to how hot I’m burning for him.
“Fox,” I moan, already on the brink of orgasm, the palm of his hand giving me the added sensation as he grinds it on my clit while his fingers tunnel in and out of my pussy.
“Christ, next time I make you come, you’ll be in my bed, naked. My mouth sucking on those pretty nipples I felt all night long.” My ass pushes back into him, wanting to give him something but not being able to in this position. He never stops working me over, his words only pushing me further. When his lips leave mine, his teeth nipping at the nape of my neck, that’s when I explode, an array of fireworks blasting behind my closed eyelids.
“God, Fox,” I pant through my orgasm.
“Feel better?” His fingers leave my core, spinning me around to show me that he’s licking my essence from them.
“Much.” I’m just about to drop to my knees when my phone ringing in the distance interrupts me. “I don’t even remember bringing that with me last night,” I grumble.
“Sunshine, you were pretty toasted. Go grab your phone. I’ll make us some breakfast while you deal with it.” He kisses my lips softly before leaving me to deal with what I’m sure is Gene and the sale of my childhood home.
13
Fox
There was nothing better than feeling Melanie fall apart in my arms. I only wish it were around my cock, but I knew she wasn’t ready for that. Hell, to be honest, I’m not sure I am either. That probably has something to do with knowing that once I sink my cock inside her, I won’t leave her. That thought doesn’t scare me quite like I thought it would. I’m finding that I’m already looking forward to having her back in my bed, and not just for the sex alone, which I know the two of us together, the chemistry we already have, her firecracker personality, it’s going to be out of this world amazing, and I’m ready for it. I just hope she is, because there’ll be no letting her go after.
I’m rinsing fruit off in the sink, preparing to make a fruit salad of sorts with grapes and strawberries. I figure that eggs and toast will help her with any lingering effects of a hangover. What stops me is her hunched shoulders. She looks defeated. That’s not the way I left Melanie. She was fuck drunk, high on life, and happy. I turn the water off and listen in on her conversation.
“Why are you even calling me? Shouldn’t you be talking to Gene or, I don’t know, have your attorney call mine? Especially after contesting my father’s will.” Melanie is pacing back and forth. I continue with my task, but my eyes and ears are on her.
“Well, too fucking bad, Agatha. You’re not my mother. You’ve never been. Dad gave you money to leave. Yet the minute he dies, here you come, slithering like a snake. First at his funeral, then contesting his will because he left you out. Why would he ever include you? Especially when you willingly gave up custody for a sum of one hundred thousand dollars. Do yourself a favor, lose my number and don’t call me, or I’ll get a restraining order next.” After she hangs up the phone, she face-plants into the couch and lets out a scream. I’m wondering if she’s even aware where she is, not that it matters. Clearly, something is going on behind the scenes that she hasn’t let on.