Fox's Lair: Twisted Iron MC, page 5
“Are you planning to stare all night, or are you going to do something about it,” she seductively purrs. Mesmerizingly, I watch her fingers trail down her stomach, landing on the promised land, opening her pussy lips wide for my viewing pleasures. “I’m ready for you, Fox.” With those words said, I reach over to my nightstand and pull a condom from its box. Expertly, I rip off an individual silver packet from the long roll. Her eyes stay glued to it as I bring it to my mouth and rip the package open. As her eyes dilate further than they already are, I happily remove it, and begin to roll it down my pulsing dick.
“Happy to see I affect you in the same manner as you do me, Nova.” I’m ecstatic that no foreplay is needed to prepare her for my entrance. She’s soaking wet, which means I can slide on in. As I center myself over her body, her legs lift up and wrap around my waist. They cross over my back causing my body to gravitate closer to hers. Reaching between us, I line the head of my cock to her entrance. My eyes follow my hand and watch as my steel rod begins its progression inside of her tight sheath. When I’m balls deep inside of her, I have to take a second to breath, not wanting to explode inside of the condom like a first timer. “Damn, Nova. Y-you’re tight as fuck,” I stammer.
“It’s been awhile,” she heavily pants out her answer. A small part of me wants to ask exactly how long it’s been, but the Neanderthal residing in me, he couldn’t fucking care less. My hips begin to glide forward then backwards a few pain-filled, agonizing times. Slowly letting her adjust to my size, meanwhile, she begins opening up like a flower that blooms in the springtime. “You’re big,” she states as her back arches off the bed. “Don’t hold back, Fox.”
“Are you sure?” I question her; she’s still tight, strangling my cock with her pussy. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me, Fox. I’m not made of spun glass,” she declares.
“Brace yourself, baby,” I warn her before relentlessly thrusting. Her hands fly up to the wall, where she puts pressure on them to keep her head from bashing into it. Leaning down, I suck a nipple into my mouth as my hips continue to dance. I take her like a madman, one who’s been starved for far too long. “Your pussy is strangling my cock,” I announce. “You feel so fucking good.”
“More, Fox. I need more,” she cries out the declaration. I’m in a pleasure induced fog as my hips piston faster as I roughly take her. Her nails dig into my shoulders spurring me on. I can feel them embedded deeply into my skin as they rake down my back. A trickle of something wet follows in their wake, causing me to go wild like a caged bronco bull. “Yes, yes, yes,” she hollers as I feel her clamp down on me. My balls begin to draw up as heat races down my spine. Slamming my cock into her channel as she comes has my eyes crossing from the pleasure. I come hard. Spurt after spurt releases from me as my balls empty into the rubber. Losing my grip, I fall flat on her. We’re chest to chest, sweat coating our skin, binding us together as one. Nova holds me close with one arm while her other hand is gliding through my hair. “Fuck, that was…”
I interrupt her, “Amazing.”
“Spectacular. I’ve never come so hard in my life,” she admits, causing my chest to swell with pride.
Eventually rolling off of her, I pull her with me, cuddling her in the embrace of my arms. Her head is resting on my chest when I begin filling with panic. I’ve never done this sort of emotional embracing thing after sex. I’ve always been a hit it and quit it man. With anyone else, I’d be showering and kicking them out of my room. Bare assed if I had to. “Your heart is beating rapidly, are you okay?” she asks. It brings me from the spiraling thoughts running through my brain.
“I’m good,” I quickly answer, not wanting to seem like a pussy to her. I’m a hardened criminal, a bad boy biker who’s lucky enough to be graced with the looks of a GQ model. Quickly, I remove her from my arms, head to the bathroom to remove the condom and take a piss. Looking up into the mirror, I witness a man who has pure satisfaction written all over his face. “Don’t fall for her,” I advise myself. “A few rounds lighting up the sheets and this will all be over.”
Novalee
He looked distressed as he left the bed. I sigh, I was secretly hoping for a second or third round, but it looks like my time has run its course with him. Sadly, I get out of bed and dress. I can hear him talking to himself in the bathroom as I slip out of his bedroom. Tears try to form in my eyes as I think about how our time together is over, but I push them away, knowing that if Shara sees them, Fox’s balls will be removed from his body.
I knew what this was before it started. I shouldn’t be feeling like I’m losing something that I never had in the first place. Slipping on my sandals, I head to where the girls are all huddled together in the main room. My shoulders are squared and I have a look of triumph on my face. “Well, look who’s back, ladies,” Shara boldly announces. She smirks at me, knowing damn good and well what I’ve been up to. “How was lover boy?”
“Ah, he was alright.” I didn’t realize that the men were in the background, ears honing in on every word I say. They begin laughing making me want to beat myself upside the head. I should’ve been more aware of my surroundings; they are going to make Fox’s life a living hell.
“Just alright?” Outlaw asks me, shock written on her face. “Women flock to him and beg for seconds, and he’s just alright?”
“He gave me an orgasm, I’m not leaving an unsatisfied customer,” I blurt without thinking.
“Is there something you forgot to mention, Novalee? Is Fox a man of the night?” Shara asks dumbfoundedly.
“No!” All of us scream out in succession.
“Whatever gave you that idea? I’d also like to know what possessed you to ask that question?” Talia bewilderedly and somewhat perturbedly asks her. I’m thinking that her sanity, or insanity in this particular situation, is being considered as well. These women are highly protective of their men; which drizzles down to the members of the club.
“She used the word ‘customer’,” Shara defends herself as she air quotes the word.
“Jesus, Shara. It’s just a damn phrase, nothing more, nothing less.” I’m perturbed with her. Does she honestly think I’d sink so damn low? “I’m exhausted, let’s head home, Shara.”
“Okay,” she defeatedly agrees. I know her, right about now, she’s feeling a little bit awkward, and a tad uncomfortable.
“See you ladies later,” I mumble as Shara and I head for the front door.
“See ya at work,” Aria calls out to my retreating back. I acknowledge her words with a hand over my head as we make our escape. I can’t wait to shower and crawl into my bed as I dream of the best night I’ve had in ages.
Fox
When I finally manage to get my shit together, emerging from the confines of the bathroom, I make my way back into my bedroom. Looking around, I’m disappointed that the room is empty and Novalee escaped while I was giving myself a lecture. Grabbing a pre-rolled joint from the top dresser drawer, I light it up before exiting my room. I don’t bother dressing as I go in pursuit of my escapee. I’m nowhere near done with her for the night. I have plans that need executing.
“Fox, put some damn clothes on,” Rogue rumbles as I make my way to the bar. “And put that damn thing out! Take it outside, I’m tired of talking to myself when I issue this order.”
Ignoring him as my eyes scan the room, I ask, “Where’s Prissy?” I know she followed me and Nova inside earlier. But I didn’t wait around for her to join us in the bedroom. Her innocent eyes didn’t need to witness what we were doing.
“She followed me into our room when I went to put Melodi down. She refused to come back out so I let her stay,” Merc answers.
“Don’t you really want to know where Nova is?” Talia, the smartass sister of my heart inquires.
“Kinda funny how the tides have changed, brother. It’s you doing the walk of shame for once,” Edge bellows out in laughter.
“Ha-ha, very funny, fucker,” I respond with a one finger salute.
“Am I talking to hear my own damn voice here when I give an order?” Rogue gives me an admonishing look.
“What?” I send an innocent look toward him. “I am who I am, I’m tired of making excuses for it. You’ve all known me for years; nothing has changed.” I’m getting sick and tired of having to constantly defend myself.
“That’s before your brothers started having families, Fox.” Rogue gives me a look filled with malice. I can feel the trepidation coming off of him in spades.
“Fine,” I say in defeat, “I’ll take my smoke outside.” Stomping my way through the kitchen, I head out in all my naked glory. Needing a minute to myself, I take in a lungful of my joint. I used to be accepted for who I am, no quarrels, no arguments, just good old-fashioned ribbing. Damn, I miss the good old days. Don’t get me wrong, I love all of my brothers’ old ladies in my own way, but everyone’s so wound up these days. I may not be laced with tattoos, I may not sport the typical look of a biker, but I love my club and the brotherhood to the depths of my soul. I’m inept of excusing who I am, I can’t... won't change that for anyone.
Not even the club.
6
Novalee
Today is surgery day. I have to mentally prepare myself for these days. Some are good, others are ugly when my pets don’t make it through. Parent’s tend to blame me for not doing everything within my power to ensure their survival… that couldn’t be further from the truth. I love and adore each and every one of the pets in my care. Thankfully, this doesn’t happen often.
There’s one particular man who I fear his dog won’t make it through. I warned him, advised him to not follow through with this surgery. It would be more humane to let him go peacefully, but he was adamant that we do this today. I know down to the depths of my soul, that Petey, the German shepherd, will not make it. He’s old, his organs are failing, his blood tests indicate his system is shutting down. I’m going to try a transfusion and pray that it prolongs his life for a few weeks.
“Are you ready for this?” Aria asks as I come into the surgical room where she’s getting it prepared for our first procedure.
“I’m never ready, but always prepared,” I give my standard response.
“We’ll make it through, just like we do every week,” Aria encourages.
“It’s the best we can do.”
Just as I predicted, Petey didn’t make it. When I told Mr. Jessup the news, the middle-aged man struck me. “Keep that ice on your face, Novalee,” Aria huffs her impatience. “The swelling will never go down if you don’t keep it in place.”
“Listen, Aria. I appreciate your concern, but I’m tired. Plus, I’m a doctor. Maybe of animals, but a doctor, nonetheless. I understand about icing something down to reduce inflammation. I just want to go home and curl up on my bed and forget this day ever happened.”
“I still say you should call the police. At the very least, let me call Sandman.”
“What for?” I ask her. “He was sad, upset and hurt over the loss of his longtime friend. It’s over and done with, let’s just move on and not get the law nor the MC involved. If he ever comes around again, we’ll rethink this, but I doubt he will.”
“I have this feeling in my gut that you’re wrong. This isn’t over, that man isn’t forgetting this anytime soon. He in no way looked like he was going to let this go. He’s mad I tell you, he had vengeance in his eyes. Someone needs to be put on notice, let him know that you aren’t to be fucked with. You’re protected, loved and cherished.”
“I think you’re overexaggerating a bit,” I respond. “I’m not part of the club, Aria, they owe me no protection.”
“Yes, you are.” She takes a defensive stance, ready to fight me over this. “Why would you even say that? You’re a friend of the club, Nova.”
“I’m friends with the women, Aria.”
“What? You believe because we have vaginas we’re not a big part of the club? That’s a little abrasive and sexist don’t ya think?” I wasn’t trying to hurt any feelings with my statement, I was only trying to make a point.
“You know good and well I don’t think that where y’all are concerned. But there’s a different position the women hold within the club. Am I wrong?”
“We don’t sit at the table or make decisions where the club is concerned. We do hold an important place, however.” She’s not happy with what I’m saying, it’s time to move on.
“Let’s lock up. I’m exhausted, have a headache and my damn face hurts.”
“Fine,” she huffs.
We wave goodbye to each other as we pull out of the parking lot, heading in opposite directions.
Fox
Aria comes into the clubhouse like a tornado on a rampage. “What has your panties in a twist?” She stops dead in her tracks and gives me a go to hell look.
“You do,” she snarls at me as she steps in my direction. “Yeah, yeah, we all know you don’t do anything long term. That you’re a hit it and quit man.” She stops momentarily, placing her hands on the sides of her face. “I honestly thought, albeit a fleeting one, that you saw something in Novalee besides just a one-nighter. Especially considering the way you so strangely acted around her and about her. God, Fox, you’ve somehow managed to break my boss; more so, my friend! Something about her has been different since you were finally able to get into her pants. Now? Now that bubbly, outgoing personality with a light that brightens the midnight sky is dull, dimmed. We lost a patient today which only makes things worse and she’s even making excuses for the man that struck her right across the face as if it’s her fault. The old Nova would’ve never acted this way.”
I shoot up from my seat and the always listening ears of my brothers immediately surround us. “What the fuck did you just say?”
Gasps from Talia and Harlow erupt as they too stand and make their way toward Aria.
Aria’s face drops slightly with confusion. “Which part do you need repeated?”
I inch closer, my blood turning to molten lava, threatening to burn through my veins as it brightens the flesh all over my body. “The part about a man hitting my woman?” slips out, but I’ll correct that later. Novalee’s important to all of us, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that I might be the one to say and act a bit hasty right now as I am the one who’s slept with her.
“Yeah, babe,” Sandman steps closer to his woman, eyeing me, silently suggesting that I take a step back. “We need a name. Novalee’s protected by this club.”
“That goes without saying,” Rogue chimes in, “she’s been treating Merc and Outlaw’s dogs for a while now. Those two animals are heavily cherished by my daughter and Novalee makes sure they’re always healthy. Not to mention, she’s become quite the friend to the women of this club. Nobody messes with anyone, especially a woman that’s under the protection of this club. Striking her is…”
Overcome with rage, I stifle the rest of Rogue’s sentence, “Punishable by death! I swear to God I will kill that motherfucker with these bare hands of mine!”
“Let’s take this to my office,” Rogue announces, not wanting any further discussion of club business or illegal activity around the women. “Aria, give us a name please. Fox, I can see it in your eyes; head over to Novalee’s place and check on her. If a man will strike such a caring woman such as herself, who knows what he’s capable of? We’re not taking any chances. I’ll let you know what we can find on this prick as soon as we have that information, Fox. Just go.” He finally dismisses me for good and I sprint out the door as I hear him telling the rest of my brothers to hurry up into his office. Rogue may be a dickhead and a grumpy son of a bitch, but his heart is always in the right place for his club and family.
I come to a screeching halt outside of Nova’s place. Throwing my kickstand down, I toss my leg over and place my lid on the seat. I sprint up to her front door. Her lights are on, giving me the indication and go-ahead that she’s wide awake. I begin relentlessly banging on the door, shouting, “Nova, open up, babe.”
“Jesus Christ! Fox, you’re banging on my door like there’s an emergency, has a fire broken out somewhere?” she questions as she answers. All I can manage to see as she rambles, is the mark across her face and the bruising that’s surrounding her eye socket. I begin walking into her house, causing her to back up and make room for my entry. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here?” I repeat her question back to her while trying to keep my temper checked. “What do you think I’m doing here?” I ask as I trail my finger over her cheek where a man’s handprint is standing out on her skin like a beacon in the night.
“Aria opened her damn mouth, didn’t she?” she huffs, irritation written on her face. I can read her expressions like an open book.
“She was distraught and upset. Managed to blame all of this on me. Care to explain to me why I had to hear it from her, and not from you?”
“It’s not that big of a deal, Fox,” she says in a placating manner. Is she seriously standing here in front of me, bruised face and all, trying to blow this off like she spilt a damn cup of coffee?
Now, my temper releases itself as I bellow, “It’s no big deal? There’s a man’s handprint on your face, you have the beginnings of a black eye, and it’s all good?”
“Fox, calm down.” She tries to diffuse the situation with her soft tone.
“Calm down,” I mutter underneath my breath. “A grown ass fucking man puts his hands on you, and all you can manage to say is that I need to calm down.” Banging my clenched fist on my chest, her eyes widen and she begins slowly backing away from me. I won’t allow her to run from me nor will I accept how easily she tries to brush this under the rug. “This isn’t something you can just wave away, Nova. No man has the right to raise a finger in a woman’s direction with malicious intent. I want a name.”
