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The Reaper and the Vixen - Chapter One (Eric X Fox)

Rating: M

Genre: Drama, Eventual Angst

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A new AU story featuring Biker Eric and Fox, I hope you enjoy!

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Eric cursed loudly as the wrench in his hand slipped and he barked his knuckle hard enough to draw blood.

"Motherfucker!"

He pointedly ignored the snickering coming from behind the Fatboy a few feet away and sucked irritably at the offended knuckle. Grabbing the dropped wrench Eric contemplated throwing it at the happy bastard still laughing at him when he heard his name called.

"Hey, Eric?"

He turned to see a petite blond walking towards them and couldn't stop an answering grin. Tris stopped and leaned against the other bike, smiling down at the happy bastard, her husband Four, when he looked up at her from where he was sitting beside it.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Your dickhead old man keeps laughing at me," Eric grumbled.

Tris rolled her eyes at Four. "Behave Tobias."

Now it was Four's turn to grumble, drawing an smug grin from Eric.

"What do you need?" Eric asked, turning back to his own bike and it’s knuckle-busting engine.

"My cousin's coming down for a few weeks, I was hoping to bring her over."

"Yeah, no problem. She belong to anyone?" There were certain rules to follow when another club's old lady came by, even for a family visit.

"No, she's never really even been around bikes, certainly not any MCs." At Eric's incredulous stare Tris laughed.

"How the hell is she even related to you?"

"You knew my dad had a brother."

"Yeah, Hound had a twin. Identical, right?"

"Yeah. Uncle Tommy took off to university just as daddy started prospecting, became a structural engineer. He's worked all over the world and took his wife and kids with him. Well, now my cousin’s graduated herself and moved to Seattle. She's an architect but isn’t really feeling it in the city."

Eric whistled. "Architect, huh?"

"She did tattooing and body mod on the side for extra scratch during university, and I know Beasley is thinking about retiring; maybe she'll buy the parlour and move down here. She said all she needs for her job is Wifi, so she doesn't need to stay in Seattle."

Eric pondered this quietly. He'd only been the President of The Hessians for a few months, and was still settling into the role. Four was his vice-president and best friend, and Tris' was Four's old lady; even though members of motorcycle clubs were like family, and called each other brother, Eric was especially close to Four and Tris, if anything went awry with her cousin, he'd feel responsible.

"What's her name?"

"Fox. My aunt is kind of a hippy."

Eric nodded. "I'll spread the word, she'll be under my protection when she's here, Four's too. No one will hassle her."

Tris grinned, "she can handle herself, don't worry." Four mumbled something and Tris glanced down at him and nodded.

"I'm sure she'll want some privacy when she's here, would she be able to rent that last unit for a month or so?"

The Hessians owned and ran a number of local businesses for revenue, and one was an apartment complex on the edge of town.

"Pretty sure, just double check with Shaggy that he doesn't have anyone else lined up first."

Tris nodded, pushing gently off the bike she was leaning on and stepped over to Eric. Reaching down she pressed a quick kiss to the top of his head. "Thanks, Eric."

"No problem Cricket, when she getting in?"

"I'll call her and tell her everything's a go. She's driving down, so sometime in the next few days."

Eric chewed his lip and nodded. They were in Northern California, so it wouldn't take long for Fox to drive once she started out.

After Tris left Four poked his head out from behind his bike, his deep-set brown eyes twinkling with merriment. “You’ll have to behave yourself, Reaper.”

"What?" Eric replied, distracted; this motherfucking bolt just wouldn't let go.

"Good genes man. Tris is smokin’ and so’s her cousin. Fox.... is a fox.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re not even listening, okay; but just wait until you see her. And you need to settle down, you’re President now, need an old lady.”

Eric snorted, there was no law that the President needed to be committed to one woman, and he’d never felt the impulse or desire to attach himself to any girl in particular. He had a few preferred house mouses, but none he felt strongly enough about to put his patch on. Four had been on his back to settle down ever since he’d married Tris and Eric didn’t even bother to pay attention anymore. A wrench thumped against his shoulder and Eric snapped his head to glare at Four, knowing instantly that he was responsible. A maniacal grin was his only answer and Eric rolled his eyes with a grunt, turning back to his bike.

***************************************************************************************************************************************************** The clubhouse was noisy, but that was nothing new. Eric was seated at a wooden booth, going over his agenda for tomorrow’s Church. Brothers and their old ladies drifted in and out constantly, and club bunnies moved from lap to lap; the roar and growl of Harley’s outside was a constant, soothing white noise. Doc and Denver were playing some loud car racing game on the Xbox and had attracted a few enthusiastic spectators, while Panhead, Dropkick, Skrill and Busted were around one of the massive flat screens, watching what looked like ’Bridge Over the River Kwai’. Sky was busy behind the bar, popping tops and pouring doubles almost without pause and Eric signalled her for another beer when she had a spare second.

It had been a few days since Tris had spoken to Eric about her cousin, and Eric would have completely forgotten that she was coming if not for Four’s constant yapping. He reminded Eric right now of a Chihuahua darting around and nipping at ankles. His VP had it in his pointed head that Eric and Fox were perfect for each other, but Eric wasn’t convinced. She’d never been around a Motorcycle Club before, and the lifestyle definitely wasn’t for everybody. Fox had travelled the world almost from birth, and according to Tris she spoke like six languages or something; Eric and his modest aspirations weren’t going to impress her any, and to be honest, she sounded a little high maintenance to him anyway. He’d refused to look at any pictures Four tried to show him and rejected any attempts to describe her appearance to him, half to piss Four off and half because he didn’t want to get his hopes up, Four had said that Fox was a fox, but his type was petite blondes and Eric’s jeans didn’t tighten for that, more than likely Fox was going to be a doll-like waif like Tris. In other words, not Eric’s flavour.

Eric’s thoughts had almost completely returned to the agenda in front of him when he heard the clubhouse door open and Four call his name. There was a singsong quality to the peckerwood’s voice and that could only mean that Tris’ cousin was finally here. Better to get this over with, introduce himself and welcome her politely then go back to his business before Four could orchestrate any matchmaking shit.

Dropping his pen Eric pushed off the table to stand, bending backwards for a moment to the chorus of his spine popping satisfactorily; shit, he needed to drop this paperwork and go for a long ride to loosen up. Taking a deep breath he turned and froze. Standing beside Tris, looking around the clubhouse with curious eyes was an angel, and Eric felt like he’d suddenly been kicked in the guts.

Eric was so immediately taken with Fox that he didn’t even react to Four’s smug ‘I told you so’ expression. His heart hammered painfully in his chest and he went instantly, almost painfully hard in his jeans. Thank god there was enough going on around the clubhouse that probably no one would look down and notice his raging hard-on. Eric was mesmerized by Fox, the attraction only growing as she and Tris moved closer; it seemed others had noticed the stunning visitor as well and Eric felt a sudden violent possessiveness, a flare of jealousy that others were eyeing Fox up like starving men at a banquet. He wanted to whirl towards his brothers and snarl like a wolf, staking his claim.

Her hair was a vibrant auburn, cascading in a long, wavy mane down her back and her cat-like eyes reminded him of kaleidoscopes, a captivating mix of brown and amber, framed by lush lashes. His fingers itched to cup her heart-shaped face, to reach out and trace along her curves. Dressed in a simple pair of skinny jeans and tank top, Eric could see that she was absolutely his type, curvy and tall; a modern Marilyn Monroe, generous ass and breasts to fill his hands and he felt a visceral shiver down his spine. Jesus Christ. Four bobbed into his line of sight behind them, grinning like the cat that got the canary.

What really got Eric though, what really hooked him was the flash of fire in her gaze. He saw intelligence and spirit in her mysterious eyes, the beginnings of an excited grin on her luscious lips as she took in all the activity around her. Her eyes lingered especially long on the bookshelves in the reading corner; a space admittedly used more for fooling around on the armchairs than actual reading. Her eyes met Eric’s finally and widened, surprise flickering through them. She glanced at Tris and said something, making Tris grin in return, nodding her head. Eric wondered briefly if Fox had been hearing the same about him from Tris, the same matchmaking rubbish he’d been getting from Four.

His palms were sweating and Eric couldn’t remember ever feeling this nervous around a girl before, even when he’d been a boasting, posturing man-child trying to charm his way into his first pair of jeans he’d never been this affected; what the fuck?

Tris quirked her mouth as she watched him, knowing him well enough to see these emotions on his face, while to those that didn’t know Eric he looked expressionless and almost impassive, Eric knew by the flicker in Tris’ eyes that she could see exactly how he was currently being affected by her cousin. Her doofus husband, currently appearing and reappearing behind her and Fox like a Whack-A-Mole could see it too. Eric needed to get himself under control before any of his brothers could look too closely at him either. He drew in a deep breath as the women reached him.

“Eric, this is my cousin, Fox. Fox, this is our friend and the club president, Eric Coulter.” Amusement sparkled in her eyes and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

Fox glanced at her cousin then looked back at Eric. She was even more breathtaking up close, her eyes like gemstones, smouldering with trapped fire. Eric saw a tiny nose stud winking in her right nostril, and a small labret was just visible beneath her full bottom lip; he’d always had a thing for piercings.

Realizing he’d yet to say anything, that he probably looked like installation art standing here Eric jolted slightly, clearing his throat and extended his hand. “Uh, hi.” Smooth, Reaper, smooth.

Fox’s hand was warm and strong, her touch igniting a thrill of heat in Eric’s muscles; she bit her bottom lip somewhat nervously and Eric had to fight the sudden impulse to bite it for her.

“Hello. Thank you for letting me come by.”

“No problem.”

Fox glanced around; the boys had mostly gone back to their activities but the air was charged with male energy; Eric definitely wasn’t the only one in the clubhouse who’d noticed Fox and Eric could see her slight trepidation.

“You’re safe,” he hurried to calm her. “You’re under mine and Four’s protection when you’re here, no one will bother you.”

“Four?”

“Me, dahling,” Four chirped, moving to Tris’ side.

Fox looked back to Eric and asked, “why do you call him Four?”

“It’s this handsome idiot’s road name,” Tris explained, jerking a thumb at her husband. “Here in the club we usually go by our road names. I’m Cricket, Tobias is Four and Eric is Reaper.”

“Why Four though?”

Eric couldn’t stop a smirk. “Because Toby here thought he was so tough when we were prospecting, he picked a fight with Jellyroll, one of our more uh..... rotund brothers and got four teeth knocked out for his trouble.”

Fox looked startled, turning back towards Four with a raised eyebrow. Tris, although she knew the story already, grinned and matched her, rounded on him too, both women eyeballing Four now.

Four had the grace to blush. “Yeah,” his hand came up and rubbed his jaw reflectively. “Thank Christ ol’ Doc Stevin’s was still around then, grabbed my chin and stabbed all four back up into my gums, told me down a glass of whiskey and quit picking fights like a jackass. Saved all four of them.” He flashed a dazzling grin at the women, earning an dual eye roll.

Eric cleared his throat, reluctantly drawing his eyes away from Fox’s face. “So, you get settled in the apartment yet?”

Fox shook her head. “No, Tris and uh... Four brought me straight here.”

“Why don’t you take Fox over and show her the apartment?” Four grinned.

A sudden flash of heat shot through Eric, he’d like nothing better right now, but the faint flicker of fear in Fox’s eyes gave him pause, hurt him far worse than it should have. She was afraid? What... of him?

Tris elbowed Four irritably and wrapped her arm around Fox’s waist. “I’ll take you over, honey. Four the asshat can stay here and calm the hell down.” She glared daggers at her husband and he raised his hands in surrender.

“Sorry Foxy,” he grinned, trying to charm his way back in. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Tris’ll take you over, then you’re invited over for supper at our place; I’m thinking barbeque.” His dancing brown eyes swiveled to Eric. “You’re invited too.”

Another pang shot through Eric. “Only if that’s okay with Fox.”

Fear flickered in her eyes again, but Eric was comforted to see relief as well. “Sure uh, I mean, if you want to.... you probably have something planned here,” her eyes flickered over the circling club bunnies, one was currently being welcomed to sit on Panhead’s lap and Eric felt a jerk of near panic, she didn’t think that was all he did, right? She didn’t think he just sat around letting loose women grind on him? In truth, he’d had his fair share of the bunnies but it had never meant anything before, to him or the bunnies; he was a brother and they made the rounds, that was just how MCs worked.

The Hessians weren’t a club that abused or exploited their women though, not like some clubs out there, the bunnies were free to mingle and draw their own lines and any brother that crossed that line was dealt with harshly; respect for women and children was paramount here, many of the brothers had old ladies and kids and in many ways, the clubhouse itself was like Vegas, what happened there never went out the doors. Inside it was only consenting adults and no-strings-attached fun. A sudden bolt of realization hit Eric, he would cheerfully never touch another bunny again, or even look their way if Fox stayed, if she stopped glancing at him with fear in her eyes and looked at him with attraction instead. The insight made something akin to butterflies dance in his stomach.

He shook his head, managed an easy grin, belying the anxiety glowing in his chest. “Nothing here, I’d love to.”

***************************************************************************************************************************************************** Eric rolled over the next morning with a groan.

Supper last night had been exquisite torture. One thing Four could do extremely well was barbeque, so the food was awesome but Eric had been a bundle of nerves all night. Fox was clearly fighting some sort of battle about him, but Eric had no idea if it was attraction as strong as his or not. She’d been reserved and hesitant all evening, answering his questions easily enough but not relaxing fully either.

Eric had stayed a gentleman all night, clamping down hard on his desires, his want, shit, his need to feel if Fox’s skin was as soft as it looked, if her lips were as luscious tasting as they appeared. His body ached to pull her against him, feel her pressed to him and bury his head in her throat, nip along her pulse point and see if that freed the animal he sensed lurked beneath. He’d never wanted someone so badly before and it had taken all his strength not to make a move last night, to try and nudge Fox into something more, but he’d held off, not wanting to screw this up before it had a chance to grow.

It had taken an endless cold shower when he’d gotten home to calm his throbbing cock, his thoughts clouded with Fox writhing beneath him, riding him rough as he’d stroked himself to the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had, his seed spilling over his hand and onto the shower floor in strong pulses. It hadn’t worked, hadn’t bled off his want, if anything, Eric wanted Fox even more now, just knowing she’d be even hotter in bed than his fantasies.

He was in trouble.

***************************************************************************************************************************************************** The next few weeks were like death of a thousand cuts. Fox didn’t come by the clubhouse very often, and only with Tris in tow. She spent a lot of time down at Beasley’s tattoo parlour, doing the occasional body mod and tattoo. It sounded like she was seriously considering buying the business and Eric’s heart hammered with the thought that she might be moving down here permanently. But she stayed distant with him, eyeing him quietly with that same glimmer of fear and Eric made himself stay away from her. Four and Tris were equally puzzled, both by Fox’s apparent fear and Eric’s restraint.

“Why is she afraid of me?” Eric finally asked one afternoon down at the clubhouse. He’d pulled an Adirondack chair into the shade of one of the larger trees and was trying to relax, sipping a beer and letting the cheerful noise of the club surround him. Many of the families were over today, and children squealed and laughed with delight as they raced around, as their leather-clad fathers and uncles chased them teasingly, men with tattooed knuckles and knives in their boots, who turned to mush around children, who were members of the local Boys and Girls club, guiding the newest generation when they had no one else to look up to. First Hammer and now Eric had worked hard to preserve the club’s reputation in the town. If you were family, you were safe; if you tried to harm said family, you got hurt. A spontaneous family picnic had sprung up today and it looked like Tris and a few other old ladies were gathering a lunch together.

Four shrugged from his own chair, a bottle of beer held loosely in his hand; he and Tris’ own four-year old son Evan was racing around with his buddies, stopping by sporadically to dive bomb either his father or uncle Eric before dashing off again with a squeal.

“I don’t know. Tris has asked her outright, and she won’t say why; just gets red-faced and changes the subject.”

“Someone treat her wrong?” Eric’s blood boiled at the very thought.

Another shrug. “I don’t know, it was hard to keep up with that family, they were forever moving from country to country, from new project to new project, I mean her dad’s like one of the top engineers in the world and always getting called to consult on or build something, and then Fox was so busy once she hit university Tris barely heard from her at all. How the hell they’ve managed to stay so close is a goddamn woman’s mystery to me.” He stared contemplatively at his beer for a beat. “You got it bad for her?” It wasn’t really a question.

Eric exhaled hard. “Yeah, and it’s tearing me the fuck apart. It’s like she’s afraid I’m going to go all caveman on her and start knocking her around. I’ve tried to talk to her, but I don’t want to push too much and make it worse.... maybe it’s just not meant to be.”

Four sighed, “I’m sorry man, I got your hopes up with her. I really thought you’d hit it off; I mean, she’s always been so fun and carefree until now.... come to think about though, I’ve never really heard of her with anyone, maybe she is gun-shy because of something.” He picked idly at his beer label. “If Tris can’t even get it out of her though, I don’t think you ever will.”

Eric nodded heavily, swallowing a mouthful of beer. Nothing would soothe the current ache in his heart and he wondered, not for the first time, why he cared so goddamn much. He’d never lack for bed-mates, not being president and possessing a body that the bunnies couldn’t seem to stop drooling over, but he didn’t want that anymore. He wanted Fox and the sudden clarification of his desire stole his breath. It was like his life had a line of demarcation now, Before Fox and After Fox.

Four watched him, reading Eric’s thoughts clearly and looked back down at his hands.

“Uncle Eric!” Evan shrieked, leaping in the air towards his hulking uncle. Although not blood related, Evan had always called Eric uncle; and with ease born of practise, Eric stood up rapidly and caught the little munchkin mid-leap, spinning them in a circle and roaring like a lion, making the boy squirm in his grip and howl with laughter. Coming to a stop Eric gently crushed Evan to his chest, forever mindful of his strength, and ruffled the boy’s hair.

“Uncle, stop!” Evan yelled, small grubby hands clawing at Eric’s.

“Hey,” Eric chuckled. “You attacked me, remember.” He set the struggling boy down and grinned, resting his fists on his hips.

The boy mirrored him, scowling. “No!”

“No what?” Eric laughed, seeing Four chuckling behind his pint-sized son.

“No messin’ hairs!”

“No messin’ hairs?”

“No!”

“Okay.”

Jerking his chin up Evan nodded. “Okay.”

Eric held his serious expression for as long as he could, about 1.4 seconds, then dropped into a crouch and started laughing, pulling Evan into his arms again. Evan never could resist Eric’s laugh and he started giggling too. Eric stood again, resting Evan on his hip and grinned at him.

“You having fun?”

“Yeah! Stormy and Jason and Mackenzie and I are playing!”

Eric set him down again gently and gave him a soft push towards the other children. “Well, go play then!”

With a whoop Evan took off and Eric collapsed back in the chair with a groan.

“You’re good with him.” Four remarked. “You always have been.”

“You’re surprised?”

Four shook his head. “Not at all, I just hope you get some of your own soon, they’ll be lucky kids.”

Rarely was Four this serious or introspective and it struck Eric right in the feels. To cover up his brother’s sudden kindness he nodded to him and raised his beer, hoping Four would stop with this sudden meditation before he made him fuckin’ cry.

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