Down & Dirty: Diesel (Dirty Angels MC Book 4)

by Jeanne St. James

  “Fuck me like you mean it,” she demanded.

  Jesus fuckin’ Christ. This woman.

  “Mean it,” he said.

  “Show me.”

  “Showin’ you, woman. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

  “You’re not going to hurt me. You haven’t hurt me yet.” She grabbed his face between her two hands and forced his gaze to hers. “Make me come.”

  “Made you fuckin’ come.”

  “Again.”

  Jesus. “Demandin’.”

  “Fuck me harder.”

  He sucked in a breath.

  “Fuck me like a beast,” she whispered.

  His head jerked back. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ! You always like this?”

  She blinked slowly then said softly, “Just with you.”

  His temper quickly fled when both her eyes and mouth softened as she studied his face.

  I’m so fuckin’ fucked! the voice in his head screamed.

  He needed to bust a nut and get the hell out of her bed, out of her apartment.

  He didn’t scare easily. But this shit...

  His heart was thumping so hard in his chest, he swore it was going to explode.

  “D, you’re not moving.”

  “Right,” he grunted. Then, with willpower he didn’t know he had, he disengaged from her, rolled onto his back, then kept rolling until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to her.

  His heart was beating so fast that he pressed his palm to his chest. Maybe he was having a heart attack.

  The mattress moved and dipped as she came behind him on her knees, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself to his back.

  “D,” she whispered, her mouth against his ear.

  “Gimme a minute, woman,” he managed to get out.

  “You didn’t get to come yet,” she said softly.

  “Gimme a minute, woman,” he repeated more firmly. He dropped his head and raked his fingers through his short hair. He sucked in a long breath and let it go. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Shouldn’t be doin’ this, Jewelee.”

  “Doing what?”

  “This,” he barked.

  “Having sex?”

  Yeah, but not just the sex. All of it. Whatever she was doing to get into his head. To fuck him up. To make him question what he wanted in fucking life. For his future.

  All of it.

  Her fingers traced along the lines of his chest, over his collarbone, along his shoulders. Her tits were plastered to his back, her bare pussy at the top of his ass. Her tongue traced his ear, then it dropped to run a line down the side of his neck.

  “Gotta stop doin’ this, Jewel.”

  “Nobody cares that we’re fucking.”

  But I fuckin’ do, he shouted in his head.

  “We’re good together. It’s good, D. You’ve made me come more than anyone else.”

  Jesus. Just what he needed to hear.

  She continued, “We’ll keep it simple.”

  Right. Like she was going to keep it simple. He knew better than that. Bitches were always scheming, trying to get into positions of control. Trying to lead their men around by their dick. He witnessed it one too many times.

  That wasn’t going to be him. He wasn’t going to fall for that shit. No matter how good the pussy.

  No matter that it was Jewel.

  No matter that Jewel wasn’t just any pussy to him.

  Fuck!

  She slid her hands down both of his arms and interlaced her fingers with his. And, fuck him, he didn’t stop her from doing it.

  “C’mon,” she murmured. “You still have a hard-on that won’t quit. Let’s do something about that.”

  He stared at their linked hands which laid on his thighs. Her hands were so small compared to his. So delicate compared to his meaty paws.

  “Can’t expect shit from me, Jewel. Nothin’ more than I’m givin’ you right now.”

  After a hesitation he didn’t miss, she said, “Got it, D. I won’t expect nothin’ more than you’re giving me right now.” She pressed her mouth to the back of his neck and sank her teeth in slowly.

  His dick kicked at the rush that went through him. He couldn’t get enough of her biting and scratching him.

  Hell, he couldn’t get enough of that wet cunt of hers, either.

  If she was willing to keep it simple, then why shouldn’t he take what he wanted from her and the same for her from him?

  Keeping it simple. That’s what she said.

  She shifted and sank her teeth into the area where his neck met his shoulder. He felt that directly in his dick, too.

  “Woman,” he growled.

  “Beast,” she murmured against his skin.

  He twisted, snagged her by the waist, threw her back on the bed and covered her quickly with his body. His eyes closed as he slid inside her, connecting them once more.

  He took a couple deep breaths, brushed her hair out of her face before taking her mouth. He didn’t let it go until they both came. This time together.

  D’s head twisted on the pillow toward his ringing cell phone, which was on the nightstand next to Jewel’s bed. He picked it up to not only check to see who was calling, but the time.

  Jesus, Jewel was going to be late to the shop this morning. But they’d have to get over it. If anyone had a problem with it, they could come address it with him directly.

  He tapped the phone’s screen to answer the call.

  “Son...” Ace started.

  “Yeah.”

  “Anything I should know?”

  Jesus fuck. “Nope.”

  “Second mornin’ your bike’s been in the lot.”

  Maybe it wasn’t so convenient that Jewel’s apartment was directly over his father’s pawn shop. “Yeah.”

  Ace snorted. “Okay, glad we had this talk.”

  The phone went dead. He pulled it from his ear and stared at it for a second before sliding it back onto the nightstand.

  “Something wrong?” Jewel asked, her voice husky from sleep.

  “No.”

  “Who was it?”

  “Pop.”

  “This early?”

  “Ain’t early, woman. Your ass is gonna be late to work,” he grumbled.

  She lifted her head from where it was buried in his neck. “What did Ace want?” she asked, her eyes rounded in surprise.

  He stared at her for what felt like a full minute. Her arm was draped over his chest, and one of her legs wrapped around his. And that addictive pussy of hers was pressed to his hip. “Wanted to know what’s goin’ on with us.”

  “And you said?”

  “Said we’re keepin’ it simple an’ just fuckin’ but you’re tryin’ to get your claws in me so you can be my ol’ lady.”

  Jewel made a noise and rolled her eyes. “Really. What else did you say?”

  “Are you fuckin’ serious?”

  Jewel laughed. She planted a hand on his chest and pushed herself up. “I have to get cleaned up and get to the shop before Crash and Rig have a coronary. Things go to shit when I’m not there.”

  “Yeah.” He needed someone like Jewel to run his office. She had a knack for keeping the shop organized and running it like a well-oiled machine.

  Instead of rolling out of the empty side of the bed, she climbed over him. He snagged her wrists and pulled her down on top of him. “Ain’t goin’ nowhere, woman. Takin’ care of me first, then Crash an’ Rig.”

  “Again?” she whispered, but he didn’t miss the heat flaring in her eyes.

  “Fuck yeah, woman. An’ when I say takin’ care of those two boneheads, don’t mean in the same way you’re gonna take care of me.”

  “Right,” she whispered and with a smile, she slid down his body to settle between his legs. When she took him into her mouth, he closed his eyes and dug his fingers into all that thick hair of hers.

  As her mouth and hand worked him, he couldn’t help but think of how getting head in the morning from a beautiful woman like Jewel wa
s anything but simple.

  He was so fucking fucked.

  Chapter Six

  Diesel guessed if you had to put a padlock on your ball and chain so it’d never come off, there was no better place to do it than by a large lake that had a few black swans swimming around it. And luckily, for late summer, the weather had held.

  D swore his sac was shriveling up as he listened to Z and Sophie’s short vows.

  In a nutshell, Z announced that he was her ol’ man and she announced that she was his ol’ lady. Plus, they stuffed a few more bullshit words in there to make it sound pleasurable that Z was handing over his balls on a platter.

  No rings were exchanged, since Crow would tattoo them onto their fingers at a later date. But when Buggy, one of the hang-arounds who happened to be an ordained something-or-other, told Z he could kiss his “biker bitch,” Z jumped on that opportunity and gave his woman the full tongue for at least a minute to a chorus of hoots, hollers, claps, whistles, and boot stomps.

  Just watching that kiss made his eyes slide to the right until they landed on Jewel. Since the ceremony was very short—they all wanted to get right into the after party—they hadn’t even bothered with folding chairs out on the lawn. Instead they all stood gathered around the couple by the lake shore. Jewel stood to one side surrounded by some of the other DAMC women, like Bella, Diamond and her mother, Ruby.

  His gaze raked over her and what she was wearing. She had stuffed herself into some tight red halter top dress, one that had a deep V where her tits were. The back was completely open all the way down to the top of her ass. And it was short, only coming halfway down her damn thighs. He knew damn well exactly what was at the juncture of those thighs. The high heels she wore were impractical for the grass that they were standing on, but they made her legs appear much longer than they were. Like they actually might reach all the way around his waist when he was fucking her.

  As much as he’d fucked her in the last few weeks, he knew they couldn’t quite reach, whether she was on her back, against the wall or in his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck and her face shoved against his throat.

  He tried not to think about how much harder it’d been lately to climb out of her bed at night and head back to his shitty room at church. After those first couple of times, he’d made it a point not to stay overnight. He didn’t want to get used to her being curled around him all night.

  They were keeping it simple.

  Surprisingly, she hadn’t bitched once when he’d roll out of bed, pull on his clothes and roll out of her apartment in the middle of the night. Not once.

  Which made him wonder if she was truly keeping it simple or she was up to something.

  He couldn’t think about that right now. The ceremony was over, Z officially had a leash on his dick, and all the brothers moved toward their bikes.

  The club brothers lined their sleds in a row on one side and the Dark Knights on the other facing each other, which left a path down the center for Z to escort his now wife to the large reception/party tent.

  “Start ‘em up,” Pierce yelled.

  The roar of dozens of bikes filled the air. Everyone twisted their throttles as Z and Sophie stood at the far end, holding hands. Both wearing huge smiles, Z did a chin lift to his brothers as he took Sophie’s arm and walked her down the “aisle” to the tent about a hundred yards away. Once they disappeared into it, Pierce waved his hand and they shut their engines down.

  Diesel dismounted his bike and headed over to Magnum, the Knights’ enforcer. They clasped arms and bumped shoulders.

  “Brother,” Magnum greeted.

  D lifted his chin. “You an’ your brothers are invited to party long as you got enough keepin’ an eye out. Want no shit with the Warriors goin’ down today.”

  The large man nodded. “Got you. We’re on it.”

  “Got my crew out there, too. Ain’t gonna see ‘em but they’re there.”

  “Heard about your crew.”

  Diesel grunted.

  Magnum grinned. “Got you, brother.”

  “When this marker needs paid, lemme know.”

  Magnum’s smile widened. “Got that, too.” He turned and headed to a group of Knights awaiting orders.

  D watched them for a moment, then twisted his head toward the tent, where a line of brothers and their women were filing inside. He waited until the end of the line disappeared, then a few moments later he heard the drummer in Nash’s band tapping his drumsticks. The first strains of Steelheart’s I’ll Never Let You Go hit Diesel in the chest.

  He sucked in a breath and made his feet move forward, even though he wanted to get on his fucking sled and leave. He couldn’t and wouldn’t do that to Z or even Sophie. They were family and the club was pretty much the only family that either of them had. He needed to suck it up and be there for them.

  Pushing through the tent entrance, he saw everyone circling the temporary wood floor that had been laid down for the day. At his height, he had no problem seeing over the crowd. Z had Sophie wrapped tightly in his arms, her face pressed to his shoulder, one hand spread over the bare skin of her back and the other squeezing her ass. Even though she wore an informal white dress that was sexy as all fuck, Z wore black jeans, a white button-down shirt, his boots, and of course, his cut. All the brothers wore their cuts today in solidarity.

  Z wore a big smile as he moved in a circle with his ol’ lady in his arms. D’s chest pulled tight as he silently hoped that the brother continued to be that happy next week, next month, next year, through their first kid, and through their last kid. Hell, he wished happiness on Z forever. The man deserved it after being shafted at such a young age.

  No one moved until Dirty Deeds ended the song and moved on to Scorpion’s Still Loving You.

  Z smacked Sophie on the ass and then guided her to the front of the tent. The prospects scurried around handing out beers and booze to everyone. Once the couple got to the front, and everyone held a cup or bottle in hand, Ace stepped into the middle of the dance floor and lifted his beer. The band got quiet.

  “Zak,” he boomed. “Been like a fuckin’ son to me an’ Janice. Love ya, boy. Can’t be happier on who tied you down. Got a good catch there. An’, damn, the woman knows how to bake. We all love ya, Sophie. Happy you joined the fold an’ became family. Can’t do any better than that man by your side. Loyal as hell.”

  Diesel’s nostrils flared as he watched his father get choked up.

  Ace cleared his throat and continued, “Don’t gotta say much more, other than you deserve this, Z.”

  Nodding heads and murmurs went through the tent.

  “So, we’re gathered here today to celebrate this union! Drink up an’ let’s get fuckin’ down an’ dirty!”

  “‘Til dead!” came the thundering response from the crowd.

  The decibel level under the tent hit a record high as everyone cheered, raised their alcohol, then knocked back a healthy swallow or two.

  Diesel raised his beer bottle, tipped it toward Z, who caught his gaze and gave him a slight chin lift. D returned it, then put his beer to his lips and let the cool liquid slide down his throat. He’d rather have whiskey instead but he wanted to keep his wits about him today. He needed to keep a sober eye out to make sure the day went without any issues.

  Then his father was next to him, whacking him on the back. “Don’t take it personal what I said to Z.”

  He dropped his gaze, but not by much, to his father. “What?”

  “The part ‘bout her not being able to do any better. You an’ Hawk are my blood. Never forget that.”

  “Didn’t give it a thought, Pop. Know what you meant.”

  Ace nodded and tipped his cup to his lips. After taking a long drink, he swiped the back of his hand over his mouth. “Good.” He looked around. “’Specting another one of these soon.”

  D cocked an eyebrow toward his father.

  “Not for you. Hawk.”

  D’s gaze drifted through the crowd and he f
ound his brother sitting at a nearby table with Kiki. “Think so?”

  “Yeah. Don’t expect it to be long before she’s knocked up.”

  Diesel grunted. Their father was probably right.

  “He’s fucked,” D finally said.

  Ace frowned. “Nothin’ fucked about findin’ a good woman.”

  “Right.”

  “Got your mom, then got you two. Was like a pig in shit. Still am.”

  “Pop.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Shut up.”

  Ace laughed and whacked him again. He lifted his chin to where Hawk and Kiki sat. “Gonna grab a seat. Comin’?”

  D’s gaze drifted back to his brother, where he was leaning over, his mouth pressed against Kiki’s ear and she was smiling about whatever he was saying, her bottom lip caught in her teeth.

  Jesus.

  “Where’s Ma?” D asked.

  “Hangin’ with some of the women. She’ll show up when she’s good an’ ready.”

  Right.

  He reluctantly followed his father over to Hawk’s table, did a chin lift to his brother—once the man stopped whispering dirty shit into his ol’ lady’s ear—grabbed a chair and sank his weight into it with a groan. When the folding chair also groaned, he hoped his ass didn’t end up on the ground.

  After the current song ended, Nash’s band remained quiet. D looked in that direction to make sure there was no shit going on he needed to get involved in. Nash was pointing at the front of the tent, so D’s gaze swung that way.

  Both Zak and Sophie were standing. Something was up. D’s heart thumped as he scanned the tent, but he couldn’t see anything amiss.

  Z gave a nod to Nash, who leaned into the microphone stand and announced, “Listen up. Z’s got somethin’ important to say.”

  The tent became quiet and all eyes turned to their former president.

  “Know it’s a bit early yet, but wanted to share this with my family...” He took a deep breath, then shouted, “My ol’ lady is knocked the fuck up!”

  There was a brief moment of shocked silence then the shouting from the crowd became overwhelming.