Page 17 of Fox
“I have spent most of my tattooing career in this shop. Tony was like a father to me, and you will not come in here, acting like a damn child and talking to me that way after everything I’ve done for this shop. You aren’t the only one who lost someone, Janie.” I try to remain calm, but her words ignite me. How dare she say that to me? How dare she give me an ultimatum?
We stand toe to toe, so close I can almost hear her heartbeat. I stare into her eyes and momentarily glance at her mouth; she has this one freckle on the top point of her cupid’s bow that is becoming an unhealthy obsession of mine.
Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with me?
Janie’s eyes turn to slits as she snarls at me. “You said it yourself,likea father.”
I smack my fist on a tray of supplies next to us, hoping to release some of this anger. “I was more of a child to him than you ever were!” I bark out. “You were never around unless there was a problem he needed to fix!”
“Shut up.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. I choose to ignore her completely and continue to yell at her.
“Too fucking busy staring at your phone, hoping some random fuck out there taps the like button, while your father sits in here, waiting for you to throw him a damn bone!”
“I hate you!” It comes out as a hiss between her clenched jaw.
“The feeling is mutual.” I bark back.
We stand there silently, daring the other to break the stare first. Our breathing is heavy, and the entire room is charged with the electricity between us.
I can’t say who initiates it first, but her lips are on mine. There’s no sweetness, no kindness. The kiss is primal, angry, and rough. Without any effort, I hoist her off the floor before slamming her roughly against a wall. She lets out a loud, guttural moan and digs her nails into my shoulders, causing me to hiss in pleasure and my already hardening cock to twitch. Her tongue tastes like the sugar from the donuts. Her smell is intoxicating. She’s soft and small, and fuck! My dick is painfully hard now.
I whisper afuckas she bites my bottom lip before running her tongue over it. I press myself closer against her, pinning her to the wall so that I have both hands free. My left finds its way to the base of her head, and I tug a fistful of her thick mane while my right hand runs over her breast.
I feel her hands run over my button-down flannel shirt. She’s trying to undo the buttons, but her hands are shaking too much. Crying out in frustration, Janie grips my shirt and rips it; the buttons go flying, and with it, whatever control I have left. I rip off her sweater, revealing her pale, freckled skin and dark green lace bra that is doing the most fantastic job boosting up her ample tits.
“My fucking god.” I breathe out before pressing my face against her chest and breathing in her infuriatingly intoxicating scent. Groaning, I run my tongue down her chest to her cleavage, and fucking hell, she’s so soft and delicious, and I want to bite every part of her.
“More!” She rips my rubber band out and digs her fingers into my hair. I groan as I feel her rock against my throbbing erection. She lets out a loud gasp, and I pause momentarily. Shegrinds against me again. “How fucking big are you? Holy shit, it feels like a forearm down there.”
I can’t help but bark out a laugh while pressing my cock against her center.
“Haven’t been compared to a forearm before,” I murmur while kissing the top mound of her sweet, soft breasts as I give into my animalistic urges and bite down. Her cry and moan send a current through me that runs straight to my cock. I need more of her, all of her.
Tugging on her locks, I continue my assault on her breast. Biting, licking, and sucking, all while grinding against her center.
“H-Harder!” She pants out, and I can’t take this anymore. I need more, all of her. I’m about to slam her onto a table and fuck her from behind when I hear the alarm chime, alerting us to the front door opening. Instantly, Janie shoves me off her, grabs her shirt, and bolts to the back just before Atlas and Ash walk around the corner. I’m left standing here in the middle of the shop, hair wild, panting, shirt ripped, and a bulging dick trying to burst through my jeans. Atlas blinks and looks around at the empty room.
“Ummm…Fox? What are you doing, bud?”
I adjust myself before running my hands through my hair and straightening my shirt, which still has one button hanging on.
“A bee flew into my shirt.”
“A…bee?” Ash snickers as he sits at his station.
“Yeah, a fucking bee. Now shut the fuck up and mind your own business!” I snap while glancing toward the back hallway. Yeah, this will definitely not help the tension between us.
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Fuck. Shit. Fuck.
Running through the door to my apartment, I slam it shut behind me before sliding down it and resting my head in my palms. What in the actualfuck did I just do?
I know what I did. I nearly had a fucking orgasm by grinding against Fox’s massive erection! Groaning, I hit my head on the door in annoyance. I can’t believe this. I mean, I get it. I’m stressed, hormonal, angry, and… Well, it’s obvious what else I was. So, I get why it happened, at least on my end. But Fox… the way he grabbed me and slammed me into the wall, his lips were just as hungry as mine, and when he bit me.Markedme.
Jesus, I’m getting turned on again just thinking about his warm, wet tongue running over my breasts. Looking down, I peek under my sweater and see the reddening mark on my breast.Fuck.I’ve never been so equal parts embarrassed and turned on. The worst part of it all? I’m not upset that I allowed my enemy to bite my tit and grind hismassiveerection against me, I’m upset because of Brody.
