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  Fox’s Lair

  Twisted Iron MC

  Liberty Parker

  Kayce Kyle

  Contents

  Character Bible

  Blurb

  Prologue

  1. Fox

  2. Novalee

  3. Novalee

  4. Novalee

  5. Fox

  6. Novalee

  7. Novalee

  8. Novalee

  9. Novalee

  10. Novalee

  11. Fox

  12. Fox

  13. Novalee

  14. Fox

  15. Fox

  16. Novalee

  17. Fox

  18. Fox

  19. Fox

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Stalking links for Liberty

  Stalking links for Kayce

  Also by Liberty Parker

  Also by Kayce Kyle

  Copyright

  Fox’s Lair

  Twisted Iron MC

  Copyright © Liberty Parker & Kayce Kyle 2019

  Published by Liberty Parker & Kayce Kyle

  Cover by: Dark Water Covers https://goo.gl/mhVY1Y

  Model : Chase Ketron

  Photographer : Golden Czermak with FuriousFotog

  Edited by: Darlene Tallman

  Formatting by: Liberty Parker

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  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. All the characters in this book are fiction and figments of the authors’ imaginations. No part of this story is based on

  any true events or anyone’s life. If any MC names are used by any real, or true person, it is coincidental and in no way based on them or any real-life human being, living or not.

  Character Bible

  MC Members

  Rogue

  Bane

  Mercenary

  Edge

  Sandman

  Fox

  Pyro

  Shadow

  Stone

  Story

  Phantom

  Stitches

  Women

  Harlow

  Harmony (Outlaw)

  Aria

  Talia

  Prospects

  Pee Wee

  Shifter

  Stretch

  Shade

  Blurb

  Fox

  My road name is self-explanatory. Not only does it describe me physically, but also my personality; and I’m damn proud of it. Club life and bedding different women daily is the only way to live. Motorcycles, mayhem, and all things illegal is just the way I like it. Made the decision long ago that I didn’t have the desire to ever claim an old lady and be stuck with one woman for the rest of my life. It might look good on my brothers, but I was certain it never would on me. So, I got myself a loyal companion in the form of man’s best friend. Little did I know that my beloved, and most trusted partner in crime would lead me straight to my downfall; Novalee. She’s not just any woman, either. During the day she’s referred to as Doctor Porter. That woman’s mere presence threatens to conjure something deep inside me that I was certain I was incapable of having; which makes her dangerous. She’s a treasure to be had and claiming Novalee would only place her permanently in harm's way. I’ve done my best to avoid allowing myself to completely fall for her. But sometimes I question if I’m being honest with myself about what she’s stirred up inside me. An unexpected turn of events changes both of our lives forever, and now I only hope I don’t live out the rest of my days with regrets. Have my actions, or lack thereof inadvertently placed her in immediate danger? Blood has been shed, and during this, a life taken was the ultimate price.

  Novalee

  I’ll never forget the day I first looked into the depth of those ocean blues, and allowed myself to drown. One look at Fox and I had not a single care that he was a known member of the notorious Twisted Iron MC. Sure we live in a small town and people talk. But my profession and reputation far precede any gossip formed from the loose-lipped old biddies in this community. My eyes were set on the prize in the form of one tall, dark blonde-headed, chiseled, work of human art. I’m friends with some of the old ladies from his club. So, his history with women is no newsflash for me. What I was not expecting, however, was the way my body ached to be near his after one lust-filled encounter. I’ve built an amazing life and legacy for myself. I never expected to crave a man the way that I do Fox. I save animal lives for a living, so it seems silly to fantasize about. That is, of course, until my life ends up being the one needing to be saved. All I want is everything I’ve worked so hard for. The moment I get close to having my heart’s desire, becomes the moment my very existence begins to race against the clock. This can’t be how it ends, can it?

  Prologue

  Fox

  “Hmm...that feels so good, Novalee. Don’t stop, baby, fuck yeah!” My hips swivel at how good her tongue feels nipping at my ear. Her warm breath is causing goosebumps to form on my skin. “You know how I like it.” This woman, she makes me feel things no other ever has. “Your tongue is like hot lava on my skin, baby. You have my dick standing up, ready to leap tall buildings in a single bound.”

  She whimpers in my ear and my eyes begin to flutter open. I wait, expecting her to answer me, but all I hear is panting in return.

  “You turned shy on me, Nova?” I look over and see Prissy leaning over me, tongue flopping to the side as she gives me a wide-eyed doggy look. “Really, Prissy! You had to go and slobber all over me. Now, I feel like a pervy doggy daddy!” Wide a-fucking-wake now; I jump out of bed and shiver at the dream I had, featuring my beauty, that was induced by my girly trying to wake me so she can take care of her needs. “Well! Don’t just stand there, let's get you outside to piss already.” I stomp my way through the clubhouse, naked as the day I was born, with Prissy hot on my heels. The little shit just had to go and interrupt my beauty sleep filled with a tight, wet pussy, Novalee’s pussy at that, and it’s put me in a sour mood.

  “Do you ever wear pants?” I hear Outlaw ask as I pass her by. She has baby Mel in her arms feeding her some nasty smelling shit disguised as milk.

  “Are you ever gonna feed that baby something real?” I ask, disgusted by the fucking odor permeating the air. “I swear you’re feeding her cow shit or something. It smells like a sewer has released in her diaper when she takes a shit.”

  “You’re in a fan-freaking-tastic mood there, Fox,” Outlaw says as she picks up Mel and places her over her shoulder to burp her. Baby Mel makes me proud when she burps like a grown ass fucking man. She definitely belongs with all of us.

  “Fucker, put some damn clothes on. We have my grandbaby around now, she doesn’t need to see your dick swinging in the wind. How many times are we gonna have to go over this?” Rogue growls at me as I mutter a fake apology and keep moving. I can’t help who I am, they’ve known me for years and know I hate having clothes on when I don’t have to. They’re itchy and make me feel claustrophobic. I need to freeball it to be comfortable. If they don’t like it, they can kiss my pasty white ass.

  Prissy follows me like the good girl that she is. Passing the bar, I grab an opened pack of smo
kes and quickly light one on my way to the back door. As I open it, she shoots out, running to her special spot and squats. She gets back up on all fours and goes over to the weeping willow we have in the back, she likes to fertilize that specific tree, turns around in circles and shits. As always, her ass is facing me, it feels like she needs acceptance of her extracurricular activities from me. “Good girl,” I call out like I always do. She gets what I refer to as a doggy smile as she receives her seal of approval from me.

  “Why is it I am always greeted with the blinding glow of your white ass cheeks?” I hear Aria ask from behind me. “Just once I’d like for the first thing I see as I pass through the clubhouse is your covered ass cheeks. Anyone else feel like we’re living in the movie Groundhog Day?”

  Turning my head to respond, I tell her, “Nobody’s forcing you to stay here. We’re not on lockdown. Choosing to stay here means choosing to see me wearing as much or as little as possible.”

  “I beg to fucking differ,” Rogue pipes back in. “Things are changing around here for a while now. You have been repeatedly warned about the same offense, yet you continue. No more warnings, Fox. Go with the flow of change, or there will be a price to pay. Your brothers have also asked this of you out of respect for their old ladies. Cover your dick, Fox!”

  Novalee

  The text picture I received a little while ago of Fox’s blinding white ass from Aria has me bowled over in laughter. You’d think as much as that man goes around without clothing, he’d have a beautiful bronzed tan.

  “Fox has a big dick,” Polly, my cockatoo announces.

  “Polly!” I gasp then break out into giggles. “How would you know that you silly girl?”

  “Ohh, Fox, just like that,” she squeaks out. “Big dick, big dick. I don’t think it’ll fit,” she squeaks once again. That’s what I get for bringing this girl home with me and fantasizing with my dildo while she’s around. Her vocabulary is excellent, she executes every phrase perfectly when she opens her big fat beak.

  My face heats as she sputters out each phrase. I’m gonna have to keep her in the back and away from Fox when he’s around, otherwise I’ll be outed in no time. Polly’s cage is in my room; something I am now rethinking. Especially since my dreams and fantasizing about Fox have been off the rails as of late. When is that man gonna cave and ask me out? I also bring her to work with me as I have a cage for her in my office. Hell, at this rate he could probably get away with simply asking me over to his place for a drink and I’d jump at the offer. I’m a woman and my sexual needs are currently deprived. Aria tells me he’s interested in me, but the man has yet to make his move. What do I have to do? Turning to Polly, I say to her as I point my finger, “You’re a Cockatoo, not a rat, so you better not tell on me. If you do, I’ll forget to feed you your nuts and grapes. You’ll be stuck on a strict diet of bird feed, missy.”

  “I’m a cock, not a rat, missy,” she responds, causing me to thin my lips as my eyes widen in shock. She’s like a three-year-old, mimicking everything she hears, whether it’s good or bad.

  Lowering my face into my palms, I shake my head. “I’ve got patients to see, now you be a good girl and keep your beak shut,” I order her, hoping she’ll listen as I begin to make my way out of the office.

  “Lucy...you got some splainin’ to do.” That bird has the accent and everything down perfectly. Looks like I need to be paying closer attention to what I’m leaving on the television when I fall asleep at night. Next thing I know she’ll be telling me to bend over so she can spank my ass.

  1

  Fox

  I’m at the Harley dealership finding Prissy her own sidecar so she can go for rides with me. “We’ll have one to match your bike here in two weeks. Anything else we can help you with today?” The saleslady leans over the counter, her jugs fully on display, as she tries to seduce me with her plump lips.

  “Nope, all good here.” Usually, this kind of bitch would end up in the back room, bent over a table, with me pounding into her from behind. But these days, the only woman who gets little fox all riled up is Novalee. And this chick has none of the class that my girl Novalee does. Wait, did I really just refer to her as my girl? Ah, wishful thinking at work again. Why has she not thrown herself at me yet?

  “Are you sure I can’t show you any of our newest clothing line in the back?” She blows a bubble with the gum she’s been chewing on and it pops loudly as she shoots me a wink.

  “All good here.” I internally roll my eyes. Bitches like this, the easy ones, are the ones who are a hang and bang babe. I want someone who will stick around for a while, I’m sick and tired of having a different woman in my bed every night. I’m almost slightly stunned at my own thought, but it’s true. I need someone who knows what I like, at least for a week or two. I’ve had all the hang around bitches, they’ve gotten old. I want a new shiny toy to warm my dick.

  “That’s a shame,” she says eyeing my dick that is still as limp as it was when I walked through the doors. I fear the fucker is broke, he wakes up hard and ready to play, but no spark of recognition happens when an easy lay is in the area. Makes me fucking sick. Never thought in a million years I’d see the day I became disgusted at my own cock. Yeah, Novalee is hot and shit, and I know it’ll take a minute for me to get my fill of her, but I’m not into finding a committed relationship of any sort. But, the mere fact that she shows absolutely zero interest in me is beyond baffling. Never in the history of, well, ever, has any woman not dropped their panties at the sight of me.

  “We have a vendor that we keep magazines for. They specifically cater to the animal lover with Harley gear.” The bitch just drew me in.

  “Oh yeah? My girl deserves the best. Who do you sell for?” I can envision my Prissy girl sitting next to me, wearing a leather vest, all while sporting a pretty black bow in her hair. “Show me,” I demand.

  “Follow me.” She turns, instead of watching her hips sway, in what I’m sure she uses to seduce most men, I get my phone out and text Harlow to check on how my girl’s doing. Waiting on a reply while staring at our text chat, I walk past the big titted sales lady. “This way, Fox.” My head jerks in her direction, hating the way my name sounded as it came out of her mouth. She leans her hip on the door, and sticks out her big ole breasts. “I could grab you a soda or coffee while we look.”

  “In a hurry here, you got a website or something I can look at?” Her face falls for a second before her eyes light up. What the fuck is she gonna try next?

  “I have an in with the owner.” She bites down gently on her bottom lip in what I’m sure is meant to be seductive.

  “I’m sure you do,” I mutter under my breath. Once again, I look down at my dick and want to cry when it doesn’t even twitch in my pants. “You, me. We’re having a coming to Jesus about this shit later,” I mumble under my breath.

  “Oh yeah?” The big-breasted saleslady steps toward me. “Why later, how about now?” She places her hands on the front of my chest and immediately I grab her wrists.

  “Look, lady,” I begin as I remove her hands from my body, “Normally, I’d bend you over right here in the middle of the aisle. But, you see, I have my eyes on one woman only, and you ain’t her. Thanks for wasting more of my time leading me on about the animal gear,” I finish as I turn around and make my way out of the store. This being with one woman only shit is hard. I don’t know how my brothers are able to do it.

  “Yeah? Well, you’re not as foxy as you might think,” I hear her spout off behind me. Shockingly, her words sting. Maybe there’s some truth to them? Am I losing my sex appeal? My ability to charm my way into a woman's pants? Or is it just my dick that’s being uncooperative? Fuck me, I’ve got to have Novalee. At this point, she’s not just a woman who I can’t seem to have, she’s now become a mission; a conquest and I will pull out all of the stops to have her…at least just once.

  “Woman, those tits ain’t real. We all know it, plastic barbie wanna be bitch,” I tell her, turning my head b
ack over my shoulder before I keep on walking past the manager, who looks none too pleased with our present confrontation. “You should keep your employees on a leash,” I inform him as our eyes lock.

  As I make my way back to and inside the clubhouse, I’ve already played out tons of scenarios on how I can win Novalee over. The only thing I can think of is giving her this dick. It’s what always works and wins over any woman I’ve ever wanted. The trick here though is how to get to that point. I’m not one to date, never have been. I wouldn’t know the first damn thing about how to even ask or plan one. Frustrated, I strut my way to my room, and find myself greeted by the whimpers of Prissy in her crate, begging for my attention and to be let out. See, this is how most women usually react toward me. Having to work for it is certainly gonna be a challenge, but I guess I’d better start seeking some advice from my sisters. Fuck, this is what I’m reduced to; a man who’s pining for some pussy. Letting Prissy out of her crate, I grab one of the rolled joints off the top of my dresser and spark it up before I head to let Prissy outside again to handle her business.