Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
I almost drop the empty beer bottle in my hand when I hear one of the guys saying that someone got hurt. My thoughts immediately go to Diesel. I pull out my phone to call him but quickly dismiss that thought. I know I shouldn't call him while he's on a mission. I pocket the phone and feel as if I’m staring holes into the back of the Pres’ head as if that’s going to tell me what’s going on. I bide my time and try to stay busy, but every time the front door opens, I'm on edge waiting to see Diesel walking through the clubhouse. Renegade comes in, shaking his head, and goes straight to the Pres. I can tell they're in a heated discussion by the way the Pres is throwing his hands up and pointing his finger. I don't know how much time goes by, but eventually I get the nerve up and walk up to the Pres. "Hey, I’m sorry to bother you, but I am just wanting to check to see if Diesel was okay."
Impatience reflects on his face, and for a second I think he's not going to tell me anything. But he surprises me when he points to a chair. "Sit down."
I take a deep breath, already imagining the horror that he's going to tell me, but thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait long. "Diesel's fine," he says, letting me free from my misery.
I let out a big breath that I didn't even realize that I was holding. Pres starts to continue. "Diesel is okay, but he was ..." And before he gets the words out, the doors of the clubhouse slam open, and I turn quickly in my seat to see who it is.
Diesel is standing there, breathing hard, looking around the room. As soon as he spots me, he comes toward me, and I get up from my chair, running to him. I go straight into his arms, and he holds me tightly, breathing me in.
"Oh, God," I keep saying over and over. All of my worst thoughts that have ever gone through my head are coming back to me, and I hold on to him tightly.
He picks me up off the ground, and my legs go around his waist. I kiss his face, his cheeks, his neck, every inch of him that I can reach. His voice is husky in my ear. "Fuck, sweet girl. You have no idea what you're doing to me."
I whimper, pressing my lips to his. "Please, Diesel. Please."
I know exactly what I'm asking for, and as soon as it clicks in his mind, he's striding with me from the room. He stops for no one. I know normally after a mission, they all meet to go over things or do some kind of debriefing. But today, he skips all that as he takes me to his room. He lays me back on the bed, kissing my face. It's then I notice the bandage that is wrapped around his arm. "Oh, my God. You're hurt," I tell him, sitting up.
He shakes his head side to side and pulls his shirt off. I search his body, looking for any other wounds, and don't see any. "I'm fine," he says. "I'll be even better when you're naked underneath of me."
Both of us are desperate to be skin to skin. I'm pulling at my clothes. At the same time, he's doing the same. It's only when I'm completely naked, lying back on the bed, and he's hovering over me looking me up and down, that the self-consciousness starts to set in. I lift my arms to try and cover my body, but he grunts at me. "No. Don't ever hide yourself from me, Brandy. You're beautiful."
He hovers over me, trailing his fingers across my belly and up to my breast. I suck in a breath, anticipating the touch of his lips. When his lips wrap around my erect nipple, I about come off the bed. He kisses and suckles me, devoting his complete attention to pleasuring me.
I reach between his thighs and wrap my hand around his manhood. His hips flex, pushing his stiff rod into my hand before jerking his hips back. “Fuck,” he grunts.
He crawls down the length of my body and puts his hands on my knees. He pushes them apart roughly, and my hand goes between my legs to cover my exposed core. The room is lit up brightly, and he’s holding me open to see all of me. He uses a shoulder to hold my leg and then grabs on to my hand, kissing it before laying it on my belly. His gaze goes back to the v of my legs and licks his lips. “You’re soaked, Brandy.”
My hand comes up to cover my face. The confession is out before I can even think twice about it. “I’m like that any time I’m around you. It’s been like that since I first met you.”