by Kay Marie
I nod. “It’s such an amazing feeling.”
“How about I take you on an all-day ride this weekend?”
“Yes, please!”
Diesel parks his car and hops out, meeting us at the entrance. We walk in and the hostess seats us right away.
“What do you wanna do after lunch,” Diesel asks.
“I’m totally fine with going back to the clubhouse and hanging out,” I admit. “We don’t need to make a big deal out of my birthday.”
“Sure we do,” Hollywood says. “There’s been a lot of negative shit happening. Why not do something to celebrate your day?”
Diesel is grinning at me. “He has a point.”
“Okay, okay,” I say. “But I honestly don’t know what I would want to do.”
“Leave that to us.” Diesel winks.
“Y’all were already up to something, weren’t you?” I accuse.
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” He’s fighting back a smile.
“Yeah right.” I laugh. The waitress comes to take our food and drink order.
An hour later, we’re finishing up our lunch.
“Are you ready for what’s next?” Hollywood smirks.
“I want to say yes, but I don’t think I am.”
“Oh, you’re ready.” Diesel chuckles “You ride with H. I’ll see y’all in a few.”
He kisses my forehead then takes off. Hollywood and I stay back for a couple of minutes while I finish drinking my tea since I can’t take a drink with me on the back of his motorcycle.
“Ready?” There’s a twinkle in his eye. He’s excited about whatever it is they planned. The two of them working together to surprise me is adorable.
“Let’s go.” I smile, ready to get on the back of his motorcycle again. I enjoy the ride so much, I don’t even pay attention to where we’re going until we’re pulling into the driveway of my house. “What are we doing here?”
“You’ll see.” He winks at me and we head inside. Diesel is sitting on the couch waiting for us when we walk in.
“Hey,” I say, walking around the couch. I pause when I notice he’s holding something in a pink blanket. “What is that?”
“Your birthday present.” Diesel’s eyes come to mine, but mine stay on the pink bundle. I take a step closer and he moves the blanket.
“A puppy?” I whisper. She’s a fawn color with a white line from the top of her head down to her nose. Which is all black except the little bit of white on top.
“An American Staffordshire Terrier, only eight weeks old,” he tells me.
I sit next to him, careful not to wake the puppy. “She’s perfect.”
He hands her to me like he’s handing me a baby. I gently rub her nose while she sleeps.
“We didn’t get any supplies for her because we wanted to let you pick it out,” Hollywood tells me. “You and D can go do that. I have something I need to go do real quick back at the clubhouse.”
I lift my eyes to him. “You’re not going to come with us?”
“You can show me everything when you get back.” He brings his lips to mine, giving me a sweet kiss. “I’ll see you in a little bit.”
“Be safe,” Diesel says to him.
“Always,” Hollywood responds.
“Wanna take her and go get her the stuff she needs,” Diesel asks me.
“I don’t want to wake her up,” I whine.
He chuckles. “She’s a heavy sleeper. I think it’ll be okay.”
“Alright, let’s go.”
Diesel locks up the house while I climb into the car.
“Have a name picked out for her, yet?” Diesel says as he gets in the car.
“Belle,” I tell him.
“Tink and Belle.” He grins. “That’s fuckin’ cute.”
29
Tink
We spend roughly two hours in the pet store because I couldn’t make up my mind on anything. We ended up walking out with way more than she’ll need, but I couldn’t help myself. I want her to have the best life a puppy can have. Belle slept for the first hour we were shopping. When she woke up, she still wanted me to carry her around.
Now, we’re back at the house unloading everything we bought. Belle is glued to my feet, only staying far enough away so I don’t trip over her. Once we have everything in the house, I grab a backpack to use for some of her things.
“What are you doin’ with that?” Diesel points at the backpack.
“I’m going to pack some of her things so she can go with us,” I tell him.
He chuckles and shakes his head.
“What? I’m not leaving her home by herself the first day she’s with us.”
“I expect nothin’ less, Pixie.”
Belle growls at Diesel and nips at his jeans.
“Feisty like her mama.” Diesel laughs, picking her up. She covers his face in kisses, making him laugh even more. I finish packing up what I think she’ll need.
“Alright, I think I have everything,” I announce. “The girls are going to be so excited to meet her.”
Locking up the house again, we leave for the clubhouse. Diesel hands Belle to me so he can drive. Belle curls up in my lap, making herself comfy. When we get to the clubhouse, I walk in carrying Belle.
“Surprise,” Minx and Marley yell at the same time. “Happy Birthday!”
There are happy birthday banners all over the main room, along with streamers and balloons.
“Oh my gosh!” I laugh. “Thank you. I can’t believe Bull let you do this.”
Minx shrugs. “He didn’t really have a choice.”
“What or who is this?” Marley walks closer to me.
“This,” I hold the puppy up a little. “is Belle. Hollywood and Diesel surprised me with her for my birthday.”
“Aww, how sweet! She’s a doll,” Marley gushes over her. “Can I hold her?”
“Sure!” I hand Belle to Marley. I glance around for Hollywood but don’t find him. “Have either of y’all seen Hollywood?”
“He was just outside,” Minx tells me.
“I’m gonna go put the backpack in your room,” Diesel tells me. He kisses my forehead and walks away. As I’m about to go looking for Hollywood, he walks in. His eyes finding mine instantly. He takes a couple steps toward me before getting stopped by Carmine.
“That bitch will never learn,” I mutter. Minx and Marley turn to see what I’m talking about.
“She’s the most annoying bunny that’s ever been here,” Minx says.
I’m about to respond when the front door blows open and Kara storms in.
“Kara, what the hell are you doin’ here?” Kicks shouts.
“I’m looking for the asshole who killed my boyfriend.” She’s strung out. Her pupils are huge and her hands are shaking uncontrollably.
“He died from an overdose,” I tell her.
“No, he didn’t. It’s his fault he’s dead.” I turn to see who she’s pointing at— Hollywood. My blood boils.
“No, Kara. It’s your fault. Because of you, he got back on drugs. Because of you, he got involved with the wrong people. Because of you, he overdosed,” I shout at her.
Her eyes narrow on me. “Who the fuck are you to blame me? You abandoned him!”
My face heats and my heart rate picks up as I charge her. I must black out because the next thing I know, Hollywood’s arms are around me and I’m being lifted off of Kara. I notice both her face and my fists are bloody. Kicks is laughing while Diesel is shaking his head but smirking.
Hollywood sets me on my feet and turns me to face him. With his hands cupping my face, he searches my eyes like he’s trying to get inside my mind. I take a deep breath, breathing in his cologne. The more deep breaths I take, the more my heart slows to normal beats. His nearness calms me.
“Let’s get you some fresh air,” Hollywood suggests. He walks me outside, only stopping to grab a hand towel and a bottle of water from behind the bar. Once we’re outside, Hollywood pours some water
on my hands. Being ever so gentle, he cleans the blood off them. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice someone beeline right to us.
“Hollywood!” Carmine grabs his arm, turning him to face her.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I mutter.
“Excuse me? What the hell’s your problem?” Carmine hisses out at me.
“You are my problem. The fact that you can’t take a fucking hint.”
She looks at me like I grew a second head or something.
“Let me make this perfectly clear: Hollywood. Does. Not. Want. You.” I enunciate each word. “He’s my Ol’ Man and Diesel belongs to both of us.”
“Both of them?” She sneers. “Don’t be such a greedy bitch.”
Something in me snaps and I laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Her face screws up in confusion. I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head down and introduce her face to my knee. There’s a distinct crack and blood rushes down her face. Hollywood laughs behind me.
“You broke my fucking nose,” Carmine cries out. “You bitch.”
I cock my hip to the side, resting my hand on my hip, feeling victorious.
“Maybe now you’ll have learned your lesson,” I snap at her.
Hollywood turns my attention to him. He’s still chuckling. “Remind me to never get on your bad side.”
“I should probably go get cleaned up.” I glance down at my jeans, blood covering my right leg.
“Hurry back.” He swipes his tongue along my bottom lip and kisses me before I walk inside.
30
Diesel
After Hollywood takes Tink outside, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I grab it and see my sister’s name flash across the screen.
“Hey, Lala. What’s up?”
“Just calling ‘cause I miss you. I graduate next month. Are you gonna make it,” she asks. My sister and my mom live back in Arizona and I haven’t made it back there much since moving to Texas.
“I plan on it,” I tell her. “With two guests.”
“What?” She squeals. “Did you and Tink finally talk some sense into Hollywood?”
My little sister may be eight years younger than me, but within the past few years, she’s become one of my absolute best friends. She’s ten times more mature than I was at her age. And wise beyond her years.
“Yeah, we did.” I chuckle. From the first time I admitted to her I had feelings for both Tink and Hollywood, she’s been my biggest cheerleader. She talked me into opening up to our mom, which I was terrified to do.
“Eek! I can’t wait to meet them!”
“You and Mom will love them,” I tell her. “Hey, have you heard back from any colleges yet?”
“Actually! I have.”
“Well? Are you gonna leave me in suspense or tell me which ones?” I laugh.
“The only one that matters,” she says.
“LSU?” I whisper shout.
“Yes!”
“Mila, that’s amazin’! Congrats, lil’ sis,” I gush. “The club has a chapter in New Orleans, so if you ever need anything before I can get there, they’ll be able to help. I’ll take you to meet them when you move out there.”
“I can’t wait. I’d like to move out there in July or August. Find a job and a place to live off-campus,” she tells me.
“I’ll reach out to one of the guys and see if they can help. I’m sure they have connections in Baton Rouge.”
“That would be great. Thanks, J.”
“Dude, Tink is definitely a Savage.” Buzz laughs, walking in from the back yard.
“What happened?”
“She kneed Carmine in the face and broke her nose!”
“It was well deserved,” Tink shouts from behind Buzz.
I laugh.
“What’s going on over there,” Mila asks.
“Just Tink bein’ territorial,” I tell her. “A cut bunny has been flirtin’ with Hollywood.”
“Ugh! Don’t get me started. I should have done more than break her nose.” Tink storms down the hallway toward her room.
“Sounds like she stood her ground.” Mila giggles. “I like her already.”
“You’ll only like her more the more you get to know her.”
“Give her my number and tell her to text me! I gotta go, but I’ll call you later,” she tells me.
“Stay out of trouble,” I say.
“No promises! Bye!” She hangs up.
Tink walks back into the main room in a pair of pink cropped leggings and flip flops on her feet, instead of distressed jeans and Converse.
“Tink!” Minx stops her. “The girls and I have a surprise for you up at the house.”
“You’re stealin’ my lady?” I grin at Minx.
“Yeah, I am. You get her all the time. She deserves some girl time.”
“You’re right. She does.” I agree with her, then turn to Tink. “Do you want H and I to watch Belle?”
“No! Bring her with. Cali will have Caden with her, too,” Minx says.
“Okay, let me go grab her bag.” Tink runs down the hallway. Hollywood, Marley, and Kicks walk in as Tink walks back into the main room.
“Where are you goin’,” Hollywood asks Tink.
“Up to Minx’s house to end the night with a girls’ night,” she sasses at him.
Hollywood steps so he’s toe-to-toe with Tink, grabs her under the chin, and puts his mouth to her ear, whispering to her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. I can only imagine what Hollywood said to her but watching the way he handles her makes my cock hard.
“Be safe and call us if you need anything.” He kisses her on the lips before letting go of her.
“I will.” She walks over to me, wrapping her arms around me. “Thank you both for such a great day.”
I kiss her forehead. “You’re welcome, Pixie. Have fun with the girls.”
With that, the ladies walk out of the clubhouse.
“I’m goin’ back outside to drink,” Kicks announces.
“Looks like it’s just you and me,” Hollywood says to me.
“Looks like it.”
“Wanna go outside with everyone,” he asks.
“I’d rather go to your room.” I smirk at him.
His eyes go wide as a fire blazes in them. He nods his head, taking a couple steps backward as I walk toward him. He grabs my hand, turning and walking faster down the hall. Once in his room, he locks the door. He slowly turns to face me, his eyes fall down my body and he drags them back up. I take two huge steps toward him, slamming him against the door, and crashing my lips down on his.
His hands go under my cut as he slides it off, tossing it onto the dresser. Then he grabs the hem of my shirt, only breaking our kiss to lift it over my head. His hands go to my belt and he eases me backward as he undoes it and my jeans. He slides my jeans down as far as he can without breaking our kiss again, pushing me backward until the backs of my legs hit the bed, and I sit, leaning back on my elbows.
Hollywood takes a couple steps back, eating me up with his eyes as he pulls his clothes off. I kick off my jeans the rest of the way. Taking my dick in my hand through my boxer briefs, I pump my hand up and down as I watch him undress. He gets as far as unbuttoning his jeans and stepping out of his shoes before he’s on his knees in front of me.
Pulling my boxer briefs down to my ankles, he licks from the bottom of his palm to the tip of his fingers before he wraps his fingers around my cock. Firmly gripping it, he pumps his hand down and back up. A drop of pre-cum forms on the tip of my dick. Hollywood’s tongue slips out, lapping it up, then swallowing my cock whole. I grab a handful of his hair and thrust my hips, making my dick go deeper into his throat. When he pulls away, he leaves my cock wet with his spit. He stands to his feet and I slide to my knees on the floor. Grabbing my dick in one hand and his with the other, I glance up at him.
31
Hollywood
“Well isn’t this a sexy sight.” I slide my hand into Diesel’s curly hair. He
sucks the tip of my dick into his mouth. I make a fist in his hair, moaning from the heat and wetness of his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the tip, his hand grips my ass. I thrust my hips forward, letting my cock slide to the back of his throat and back out. Before he can get me too worked up, I pull out of his mouth, wrap my fingers around the front of his throat and squeeze with the slightest pressure.
“Stand up,” I demand. He obeys. With my hand still on his neck, I bite his bottom lip, then suck it into my mouth. “As much as I loved watching you suck my dick, I’m ready to fuck your tight ass.”
I slide my free hand between his legs, teasing his hole. He tosses his head back with a moan. I latch my teeth onto his neck, biting and sucking his flesh into my mouth as I guide him back onto the bed. I move to the side table to grab a condom and lube and I’m back to the front of the bed. I start by covering my fingers in lube and slowly work them in his ass, getting him used to the feeling. I slide one finger out, then his body writhes against my touch as I slide two fingers back in, stretching him more. After a few minutes, I remove my fingers, earning a whimper from him at the emptiness.
“Scoot up the bed and spread your legs,” I whisper in his ear. He watches me tear the condom open with my teeth and slide it over my cock. I squirt more lube out, making sure my dick is covered, then rub some on Diesel’s ass. Climbing on the bed, I sit on my knees in front of him and rub the tip of my cock against his hole. “Are you ready?”
“As I’ve ever been,” he breathes out. I fan my hand across the front of his throat as I slowly slide my dick in his ass.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan. I pause, letting him adjust to my size.
“Move, Dex,” he growls out. “I need you to fuck me.”
I move my hips, slowly at first. He’s got one hand on his cock while he grips the sheets with the other.
“Is that all you got?” He’s antagonizing me.
I give him a devilish smirk. “Faster, harder, or both?”
“You want me the way you want Tinsley?”
“Of course.” My brows knit together.