Page 8 of Rox

“I was, but then I heard you. I was ready to jump back in if you needed me,” I tell her as she walks past me and out the front door. I follow her and close the door behind me. She continues to walk past the cars and bikes that are outside of her parent’s house. Her hands are making their way through her hair, and I’d give anything for mine to take her place. Her soft pink hair is so beautiful against her skin.

Her eyes are bright and beautiful. She doesn’t need makeup as she is so naturally stunning. I’ve never seen anyone as gorgeous as her in my life. The way she so easily captivated me when I met her is amazing. I’ve gone this long without her knowing how I feel. She’s been on my mind in a constant loop from day one. I’ve stayed away because of who her father is, but I don’t know if I can continue to stay away any longer. Especially now, as she walks further and further away, angry at her father and her best friend-slash-uncle.

“Rox,” I whisper as I step up to her. She’s carried us both to the middle of a field, far enough away that the lights from the house are small. We’re alone out here. I step up to her and grab her arm as I whisper her name again. “Rox.”

She turns, and her beauty punches me in the face. I no longer have control over my body. My hand grips the back of her head as I pull her closer to me. “Rox,”

“What the hell do you want? I’m not going to talk to you. I understand that you stood up for me, but I also wouldn’t put it past you to use this to get me to change my mind. Did my dad ask you to follow me?”

“Why the fuck would I help your dad after everything I said to help you?”

“You’re all loyal to him.”

“I’m not. Not like the rest are. I’m here for you, Rox.”

This makes her pause. I can tell she wants to believe me, but I get why it’s hard for her to. When she looks at the members of the MC, she sees men who will follow her father blindly into battle. I respect Dizz. I will stand by him, just not in this. Not when it comes to her. She’s first for me.

“Why do you call me that?” she asks after a moment.

“Because no one else does.”

She licks her lips, and my eyes track the movement. I stare into her eyes, wanting nothing more than to kiss her. I want to know what she tastes like—in more places than one.

“No, no one else does. Why did you say what you did? Why are you backing me up, Mimic?”

“Because I’m always on your side, Rox. Always.”

I cradle her face, and she leans into the motion. It takes everything I have not to react. It’s killing me to stand still and not take what I want from her, what I crave.

“He’s gonna hurt you now, Mimic. You know that, right?”

“I don’t care, Rox. He can hurt me everyday of my life, I’m still going to stand up for you.”

“Why, though? What am I to you? He will probably kill you because of me.”

“Everything. You’re fucking everything. He could kill me in every life I get, but as long as I have you in each one, I’ll die a happy man.”

With that, I lose all control and bring my lips to hers. Explosions of fire go off behind my eyes. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she gets up on her tiptoes. She kisses me back as fiercely as I kiss her. My hands travel downward, and I grip her beneath her ass. I haul her up, and she wraps her legs around meinstantly. I can feel the heat of her cunt through my pants, and I know she can feel my hard-as-a-rock cock in return.

“Fuck, Rox. You taste so good.”

Her response is to roll her hips, causing us both to moan. I’d take her out here in the middle of the field, but I refuse to have our first time out in the dirt, yards away from her father’s house. I will admit that if he weren’t so close, I’d have her laid out in the dirt, with my cock buried deep in her before she could even beg me for it. For now, I’ll allow her to continue to use my body as she wants—and she does. Her hips move faster and faster, and she continues to roll her pussy against my jean-clad cock.

“Mimic,” she says in a breathless whisper, “I’m gonna come.”

“Come, Rox. Let me see you.”

“Oh, fuck!” Her body rocks as she loses control of herself. Her mouth slack, and her eyes closed, as she takes what she needs from me. I wish she was wrapped around me, but this is just as good—just as delicious. With her head thrown back, she’s an absolute sight. I grip the back of her head with one hand and bring her mouth back to mine. I plunder her mouth with my tongue. I attempt to taste every bit of her I can. I groan and jut my hips forward, coming in my jeans like a teen with zero control.

“Damn, Rox. You feel so fucking good, and you’re not even wrapped around my cock. I can only imagine how tight you’d feel.”

“You wanna find out?” her voice is husky as she asks me. Jesus, this woman has me hooked and so easily turned on when it comes to anything she does.

“More than fucking anything I do.”

“You can have me, Mimic.”

I groan and grip her hair harder, causing her to moan. “Look at me, Rox. If I take you, you’re mine. No one else. I don’t share,and I sure as fuck would never share you. You belong to me if you give yourself to me.”

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