My gaze darts to the closed door, my body stiffening when I hear someone say his name. Did they find us?
He grins as he takes a seat on the stool. He pushes my knees up, lifting my feet so he can snap open the lid to the keys. My panicked gaze darts to his. What is he doing? He winks at me, amusement dancing in his gaze as he places his fingers on the keys. What? Wait—no. People will definitely hear that.
I squirm backward to ensure I’m not responsible for the pastor finding us like this. Fox shakes his head and tsks, his hand snapping out to drag me back to the edge.
“Stay. If I have to stop to get my mouth on you, they will know.” He drags his bottom lip between his teeth. “You have until the end of the song to come. After that, you’ll still be coming, but it will be to a silent church. And Cleo, you tend to come with a roar.”
Stop what? Then he presses down on the keys and out comes a beautiful melody. The congregation below begins to sing, and I’m caught between being in awe of his musical skill and strangling him for perching me on said piano while the vibrations hit me in all the right places.
I scowl at him. He leans forward and swipes his tongue through my center. His gaze rises to mine as he continues to play without pause. Then he drags his teeth over my clit and everything inside me clenches. I just need him to apply a little more pressure…
My hand snakes between my legs. I have to come now, as I have no doubt he’ll make good on his promise. Then I’ll be going from Little Miss Hard-to-Get to the town harlot.
He nips my fingers in warning, and I snap them back. Too easy.Fuck.
Then he sucks and I convulse, my throat vibrating as pleasure flares to every nerve ending in my body. He lets me ride out my orgasm on his tongue before tearing his mouth away and completing the last few keystrokes.
He plucks the panties from my mouth and sweeps them through my swollen oversensitive center, before tucking them in his jeans pocket. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I know I am done for. This man is dirty and possessive with a care and tenderness that’s as confusing as it is addictive.
CHAPTER 35
FOX
Let me teach you how to strangle your nightmares and make them submit.
Ilean against my car and wait for Cleo to emerge from the church. She walks out with my gran, and the corner of her mouth lifts when she sees me.
Did she think I was here to steal her panties and make her come, then just disappear? Not fucking likely. I’m already addicted to her taste, her scent, her smokey voice that wraps around my cock as she rasps my name. And the sounds she makes when she comes? Fucking hell.
My meddling grandmother spots me and winks before giving Cleo a little push toward me. Cleo scowls and folds her arms as she stalks my way.
“Apparently, I have the day off,” she snaps. “Which is strange, because I’ve had a day off this week already.”
“No, you had a princess day. It’s not the same thing. That was me covering your work for the day, which I did. And I did it well. Today is your actual day off.”
Most people wouldn’t be so averse to having a day off, but I know it’s because when she’s working, she’s not concentrating on the encroaching shadows that nip at her heels. But I’m here to show her not all distractions have to be work related, some can be play. In fact, they can offer a more solid barrier to the demons.
“Also, Helen has a sudden engagement, so I need to ride with you.”
I suppress a smile. I haven’t spoken to my grandmother, but she knew what to do the moment she saw me waiting here. I open the passenger door and Cleo flops inside with a glare my way. I jump in and spin the car around before turning left on Main Street.
“Where are you going?” she asks.
“Thought I’d take you on a tour. It was clear when I drove the other day that you haven’t ventured away from the town itself. Have you even seen the lake?”
“There’s a lake?”
“The clue is in the town’s name,” I reply with a chuckle. Her lips press together, looking thoroughly unamused at my lack of hilarity. I shake my head. The more confident she gets, the brighter the fire I see burning beneath the surface.
“If we’re going out, I really need my panties back.”
“No.”
“Fine, then can we make a pit stop at home to get new ones?”
“No.”
My chest tightens at her use of the word home. Like she sees it as somewhere permanent to lay her head, not a pit stop. She might not realize it yet, but between my grandmother’s addictive personality and my gentle persuasion, Cleo Williams doesn’t stand a chance.
