Page 58 of Property of Fox

“It’s too much,” she pleas, a desperate whisper that sends shockwaves through me. Her body convulses around me, tightening even more, and I can feel her reaching that precipice.

“Just let go, firefly,” I tell her, feeling my own release building rapidly. “Let it happen.”

“Fox!” she cries out, and at the sound of my name spilling from her lips like a prayer, my control snaps. I give one final thrust as her body erupts in a wave of pleasure. Brea's walls clench around me tightly, sending me spiraling into my own ecstasy. Time stands still as we are both consumed by it all—two souls melding amid fervent breaths and forgotten fears.

Two souls who didn’t know just how much they needed each other until now.

BREA

The storm whispersits final goodbyes, the last remnants of rain tapping lightly on my skin as I slide onto the back of Fox's bike. The air smells fresh and electric, washed anew by nature’s tantrum. My heart still flutters from our earlier encounter—those stolen moments wrapped inside that rundown barn felt like a dream I never wanted to wake from.

As he revs the engine, a deep rumble resonates through me. It thrums along my spine with a delicious intensity. He glances at me over his shoulder.

“Ready?” he asks.

I nod, both exhilarated and nervous as we pull away from where we’d sheltered ourselves during the downpour. We slice through puddles left behind on the slick pavement while weaving between trees lining the empty road leading into Dallas. A few miles farther, and the wet roads disappear into smooth, dry pavement.

“Hold tight!” he shouts gleefully over his shoulder as he accelerates through an open stretch lined with wildflowers—little bursts of color flickering by like fleeting thoughts I’m too busy savoring to catch properly.

I tighten my grip instinctively, laughter bubbling out unbidden. I never understood the pull that people must have to ride motorcycles, but after today, I get it.

The edge of Dallas comes into view, and not long after, the houses lining the streets make their way into businesses until we pull into the rental car lot. The bike coasts to a stop, and the engine's roar dissipates into silence as Fox shifts to help me climb off with slightly wobbly legs, a combination of the ride and our time in the barn. My core already sore from Fox’s efforts and the several years long dry spell I had.

“I’ll go turn in the keys. You head on over to the truck.”

I watch as he struts away, his t- shirt clinging to his broad shoulders like a second skin, outlining every muscle beneath. Bits of hay smattering the back of it., There’s something about the way he moves—confident, almost cocky—that makes me want to follow him, to soak in his presence a little longer. But instead, I head toward the truck as asked.

The sun is dipping low in the sky, casting an orange hue across the asphalt, and I can’t shake off the feeling that everything between us is shifting. Our time in the barn, while amazing, came unexpectedly. I should still be pissed at him for what happened, but whenever I am in his presence, commonsense seems to flutter away and myself control disappears. I’ve never met someone who makes me lose my mind as much as he does.

I reach the truck and lean against it, stealing glances back at Fox through the glass door of the rental company as he handles the paperwork. The woman behind the counter is blushing, her gaze flicking from him to her computer screen and back again.

A spark of jealousy burns within me.

Get it together.We haven’t put a label on whatever it is between the two of us. I continue to watch as he steps away from the counter, and exits out the door, walking towards me.

“What’s with that serious look?”

I cross my arms, attempting to feign indifference as he approaches, but the playful smirk curling his lips only heightens the storm brewing inside me. “Nothing,” I counter, though we both know it’s a lie.

Fox arches an eyebrow. “Right. Just standing here, looking like you’re about to chew nails.” He stops inches from me, an assessing glance darting down my body, taking in my defensive stance.

“Just… thinking,” I mutter, feeling stupid for letting it all get to me. “About how you seem to draw attention wherever you go.” I gesture toward the rental office.

He chuckles softly, leaning against the truck beside me, his shoulder brushing mine in an electrifying spark that makes my heart skip. “You saw that, huh?”

“I did.”

Fox swiftly turns around, his body now pressed against mine. He grabs my hips and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. His lips claim mine in a passionate kiss that takes control of my senses.

When he finally pulls away with that signature Foxy grin plastered across his face, I see something deeper flicker in hisbrown eyes. “I’m yours, firefly. A pretty girl behind a rental counter isn’t going to tempt me to stray from you now that I have you back."

“You’re mine?” I repeat back.

“For as long as you’ll have me, baby. You want to get out of here?” he asks, his voice low.

I nod, trying to catch my breath as he sets me down gently on my feet. “Where to?” I manage to ask.

He steps back, looking down the street toward the horizon where the sun begins its retreat. “Your place or mine?”

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