Kenzie was leaving the dance floor as A Woman’s Love started to play and Diesel found himself catching her hand, not sure how he’d made it across the room to her.
He gently tugged her back to the hard wood and she came reluctantly. He gathered her in his arms and danced her around the floor. She was stiff and nervous with him and he wondered why.
“Are you and Bob Zeller together?” he asked bluntly.
“No, Diesel. Not that it’s any of your fucking business but he’s like the dad I never had. One of the few people I trust.” She didn’t look at him. “I dance with him because he’s a good man, fun, and doesn’t want anything from me.”
He turned her and she finally made eye contact. “What do you want from me, Diesel? You have…” she glanced back at his table, “your choice of seven women willing to do whatever you want. I really don’t want to experience their bullshit when you head back to the real world so I’ll dance this one dance with you. Then you go do, whatever it is you do when you’re here, and I’ll get back to work.”
Diesel tugged her against him and when Come a Little Closer started, he held onto her. He danced her around the dim space and lowered his cheek next to hers, his mouth at her ear. “I want to know why you’re so hostile to me, Kenzie. What is it about me that pisses you off?”
“Just leave it alone, Diesel. Take your dance and be quiet.”
“I’ll be here for a while, Kenzie. I’ll be in this bar every night you’re working, getting you to dance with me until you talk to me.” The song ended and she met his eyes. With her coloring and long hair, she looked wild…beautiful. “Every night, Kenzie.”
Then he let her go.
Chapter Two
Diesel hadn’t been kidding.
Every night over the next few weeks he waited until she danced with Bob, loosened up and relaxed, then he’d go to her and make her dance with him.
She refused to talk but he liked holding her anyway. She fit him right.
He’d seen her strong-arm a couple more men who got hands-on with her. One reached around from behind and groped her breast. So subtly hardly anyone saw, she brought her heel up and racked him in the balls, not hard enough to really injure him, but hard enough to get his attention and leave him doubled over.
Another rushed up and grabbed her ass with both hands. Kenzie powered back in a scissor motion with her elbows and caught him on both sides, knocking the wind out in a whoosh, and likely bruising a couple of ribs.
Two nights before he was due to head back to school, he was leaving the bar…frustrated again. She’d slipped out again, waiting until he was distracted. He was thinking he’d never been so tense for a woman in his life when he saw her truck on the side of the road with the hood up.
He pulled up alongside and watched her go over the engine with a flashlight. Placing her palms on the front of the truck, her eyes came up slowly, and she shook her head. He watched her take a deep breath as she approached the passenger window.
“Yes, Diesel?”
Her expression made it impossible to tell what she was thinking.
“What happened?”
“Looks like a broken distributor cap.” She looked at her feet with her hands on her hips. “I don’t suppose you have an extra one in your truck?” He shook his head. “Of course not.”
“If I did, could you change it?” he asked jokingly.
“Who the hell do you think made sure my brothers and sisters got to school every damn day? Yeah, I could change it out. Alright, well, thanks for stopping. Later.”
Kenzie stepped back from Diesel’s vehicle, climbed into the cab of hers, closed the door, and put the hazards on. As he watched, she laid down on the seat.
What the hell was she doing?
He got out and knocked on her window. She yelled, “I’m fine. Go away, Diesel.”
He opened the door and bodily pulled her from the cab. “If you think I’m leaving you stranded on the side of the road in the middle of the fucking night, you have another thing coming, MacKenzie.”
He set her on her feet and asked her what she needed out of the cab. With gritted teeth, she reached past him and grabbed a backpack and her jacket.
Diesel locked her doors and opened his passenger door, motioning for her to get in. She stared at him for a long moment and he could see her frustration. “Damn it, Diesel.”
MacKenzie got in and buckled up. She tracked him in the headlights as he walked around the front of his truck. Torn, as she always was when it came to this particular man.
When he climbed in, he smiled gently. “Where to?”
She waited a long time to answer him, considering so many things he wouldn’t understand. When she spoke, she stared through the windshield but saw nothing beyond it. “You’re a mile from here, right?”
He went very still. “About that, yeah.”
“It’ll be quicker for me to get to my truck in the morning.” It was a ridiculous thing to say and she regretted her irrational need to hide. She looked at him and wondered if he could see the mix of emotions flashing inside her. He wasn’t moving, suddenly unsure. A feeling that was likely very unusual for him.
“Diesel, I’m a big girl. Take me to your place.”
He had the oddest expression on his face and didn’t move as he continued to stare at her, his lips slightly parted in shock. When a small crinkle formed between his dark brows, she knew he thought he was misunderstanding her.
Kenzie had to give him credit for not jumping all over her offer in seconds.
“Let me clarify, Diesel.” She rolled her eyes, unbuckled, and climbed across the seat to straddle his lap. His face was warm, a little bit of stubble on his jaw pricked her palms when she took his face in her hands. “You’ve been chasing me for weeks. Snap the fuck out of it.” Then she kissed him.
Well, if his reaction was anything to go by.
Diesel’s hands landed on her hips, smoothed over her waist, and slid up her back. The fingers of one hand slid into the hair at the back of her head so he could anchor her for his return assault on her senses. He devoured her and her hands fisted in his shirt with a low moan.
The kiss went on forever, his body big and hard beneath her, the subtle movement of her hips brought him in contact with her clit again and again. On the verge of climax, she leaned back, almost angry as she said, “Drive, Diesel.”
Then she climbed off his lap and dropped to the seat beside him.
He took a deep breath, eyes wide as he checked the mirror and tore away from her truck.
Less than five minutes later, he drove past the main house to the furthest of the two big barns. His mom let her oldest sons convert the second floors to apartments for when they visited. Close enough to be convenient, far enough away for privacy.
Shutting off the engine, Diesel jumped out and pulled Kenzie through his door to set her on her feet. He held her hand, guiding her to the outside stairs, and climbed to the unlocked door at the top. Inside, he tossed his keys on a table and shrugged off his jacket. She did the same.
“Can I get you something to drink, Kenzie?” She shook her head and leaned against the door. “Hungry?” She nodded slowly and saw the instant he understood it wasn’t food she wanted.
Stepping closer, he cupped her face in both hands and kissed her. It started gentle, but deepened fast and soon they were pulling at one another’s clothes.
When Kenzie stood in front of him in nothing but her bra and panties, he paused to appreciate the view of her body. “Your curves…just right, Kenzie.”
She felt the same, running her gaze from his head of shaggy black hair, dark blue eyes, broad shoulders, thick chest spattered with dark hair, narrow waist, and long legs.
In bare feet, he was about nine inches taller than her five-seven frame. Wearing nothing but Joe Boxer briefs, his erection was obvious. Reaching out, she ran her fingertip over him from root to tip, happy when he twitched at her touch.
Diesel gathered her to him. She stared at his face
as he unlatched her bra and watched as it fell to the floor. Her breasts were full, the dark mauve nipples harder than she’d ever felt before. She ached.
“Those pretty nipples are just begging to be sucked.” He dropped to his knees, cupped a breast in each hand, and sucked one then the other. Kenzie’s head dropped back to the door, her fingers buried in his thick hair.
She felt him lower the band of her panties, pulling them down as he continued to pay homage to her breasts. The fabric slipped down her legs and she stepped out, watching as he released a nipple to take in the sight of her mound with neatly trimmed brown curls.
He sat back on his heels and raked his nails through the small triangle, staring up at her from the floor. Kenzie couldn’t focus; her breath panted through slightly parted lips.
Smiling and looking quite pleased with himself, he leaned forward, spread her outer lips with one hand, and settled his mouth over her clit. Without conscious thought, she rocked her hips against his mouth as he began to suck.
Within moments, she came, holding his head to her as she worked her folds against a tongue that was every bit as wicked as she’d imagined. His hands stroked up the back of her thighs and gripped the cheeks of her ass, to hold her still while he licked her through the first climax and chased her toward another that had her knees shaking.
One hand trailed forward, over the line of her hip and pelvis. She knew he planned to give her another orgasm but she had other plans. Instead, she pulled his head back with her fingers fisted in his hair. His dark blue eyes were almost black, his expression drawn tight with need.
“Now, Diesel. I want you right now.” Her voice was lower than usual, almost hoarse.
“Oh, hell yes,” he ground out as he stood in one smooth motion, skimming his underwear off. He stood proud in front of her, his own fist circled the thick shaft as he bent to get a condom from his jeans. When it was rolled in place, he pressed his front to hers and she gasped at the sensation of so much skin-to-skin contact.
His mouth dropped over hers as he lifted her easily. He wrapped one of her legs around his hip and she took care of the other, locking her ankles at his low back.
One second she felt the rounded head at the entrance of her body, the next, he powered forward hard and fast, burying himself to the hilt. Kenzie screamed.
The moment Diesel entered the pussy he’d been chasing for more than a month, he registered two very different things simultaneously. First, that she was slick and hot around him. Second, she was achingly tight because she’d been a virgin.
MacKenzie Rhodes had been a virgin. His eyes snapped to her face and he groaned roughly, “Kenzie?”
“Shut up, Diesel.” Her eyes were closed and her voice was barely a whisper. Her nostrils flared as she worked to adjust around him.
He wasn’t a small man and he was always careful with his lovers; even when they wanted it rough. He had zero experience with virgins but he knew it was important to be careful, to be gentle.
Shame washed over him and said gently, “You should’ve told me. I hurt you. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, MacKenzie.”
Her eyes opened and met his. “If I’d told you, we wouldn’t be here right now and you damn well know it. LeBlancs don’t deflower virgins, as two of my sisters can attest. No one ever thinks we Rhodes girls are, you know. They figure we give it up fairly early to the first person to ask. I raised them and myself better than that.”
She got within a couple of inches of his face and said, “It’s done now, so shut up and move, Diesel.”
Kenzie looked angry and he couldn’t blame her. He knew the local perception of her family and he’d played into the bullshit like everybody else. It wasn’t comfortable to admit but he figured he’d be just another in a long line. That was why her reluctance had irritated him, confused him.
This changed everything.
Chapter Three
Diesel cupped Kenzie’s ass more securely in his hands and carried her to his bed. He laid her down carefully then scooted to the center with her in his arms. As soon as his legs were fully on the mattress, he stroked his hand through her hair, one arm going under her torso to hold her more firmly.
His kisses were gentle now, his fingers trailed over her collarbone, up her neck and around to the nape. Lifting her up a little, he scooped her long hair out from under her, fanning it above her head. It dropped like a dark waterfall off the side.
Deep, slow kisses as he settled to the root of his cock inside her and gave her time to adjust to his thickness and length. His lips moved from her mouth, along her jaw, to the sensitive area near her ear, and down to the bend of her shoulder.
A big palm cupped one of her breasts, his thumb lazily stroking over her nipple until it pebbled hard for him again, and she sighed. Subtly glancing at her face, he saw her eyes were closed and she had her lower lip between her teeth.
She looked more relaxed than he’d ever seen her.
Kenzie was right. The LeBlanc men liked their women easy and experienced; both sides knowing where things stood, so there was none of that pesky attachment.
It was too late to take back what he’d done and though he wanted to regret it, he was surprised to find he didn’t. Their time together may have started all wrong but he was damn sure going to make the rest of the experience – her first time – good for her.
Most of his weight was supported by his forearm and he went back to kissing her. His other palm stroked over her face, down her body to her knee. He lifted it gently, laying it along his hip. When he pulled back and stroked back inside gently, she gasped.
No more pain, only pleasure, he thought.
He went slow, pulling almost all the way out, and thrusting deep. He saw the flush start over her breasts and spread to her face. It was beautiful on her golden skin. The first orgasm built gradually and he saw her uncertainty as her body began to tighten.
“Relax and let it happen, Kenzie.”
He circled his hips into her and she came, arching her upper body into his, the walls of her pussy clenching around his cock until he thought his eyes would cross. The curve of her neck was beneath his lips as she whispered something in Lakota which was unbelievably hot.
“You’re beautiful when you come. I want you to come for me again…I need to see it again.”
He built her back up, pleased when her hands started moving over him, kneading the muscles of his neck and shoulders before sliding around to his back. When the leg he wasn’t holding wrapped around his ass, it opened her body more for him. He slipped deeper, nudging against her womb.
She was stronger than he expected and used her legs to pull him against her. The rubbing of her hard nipples against his chest was another layer of sensation he’d never noticed before in the same way.
All his senses seemed heightened with her. Then she put her lips next to his ear and whispered, “Harder, Diesel, go harder.”
“Jesus, Kenzie…” He slid one hand down to her ass and held her more firmly for the powerful thrusts he delivered. He watched her face for any sign of discomfort and saw nothing but passionate engagement.
Soon she was moaning, rocking up to meet every movement he made. She was naturally sensual, adapting easily to sex. Suddenly she went careening over the edge, her orgasm slamming through her body. Short nails dug into his back and he fucked her even harder in response.
“Diesel…oh my god…”
The walls of her pussy tightened around his cock so hard he almost couldn’t move. He forced his way past the resistance, dragging out her climax until she was shaking all over and moaning his name.
It sounded so good on her lips.
Diesel felt his balls draw tight, saw her eyes widen as he got harder, bigger inside her. His cock throbbed almost painfully with the need to come.
He picked up the pace, wanting to give her one more climax, just one more, before he couldn’t stop his own. The feeling of his cock pounding in and out of her body as she bucked beneath him was making him crazy.
Then she was coming and he yelled into the quiet room, “Yes, Kenzie, oh fuck yes!”
Semen left the head of his cock so hard he gritted his teeth against the pleasure/pain. Wave after wave of liquid heat filled the condom and he didn’t stop moving until she collapsed against the bed and he’d spent everything he had.
Dropping his head to her shoulder, he gasped for breath. When he finally had the strength to hold himself up, he raised his head and kissed her deeply. He pulled back in looked into her eyes as he smoothed the hair from her damp face. She was still beautiful.
“I’m sorry about how things started, MacKenzie.”
“The middle and end were better,” she told him with a small smile and a stroke over his chest. “No worries, Diesel. About anything. I wanted you because I knew you’d know what you were doing. Nothing more. I didn’t want the first time to suck as terribly as everyone always says it does. It didn’t. Thank you.”
“Why now, Kenzie? I leave day after tomorrow.”
“That’s why, Diesel. I didn’t want to get emotionally attached to you.” She laughed but it wasn’t a happy sound. Her expression was self-mocking. “Can you imagine?”
He looked at her for a long moment and said, “Strangely…I can.”
“No, you’re meant for other places, bigger things than I’ll ever have but I’ll have this and I appreciate that. I couldn’t bear the thought of some clumsy redneck being my first.”
The thought of someone else having what Kenzie had just given him tightened his gut in an unfamiliar – though not unwelcome – way.
For a long moment, she stared at him. Then she leaned up to kiss him lightly. “Move. You shouldn’t snuggle with me, Diesel.” She pushed at his shoulders and he pulled out of her slick heat, feeling a strange sense of loss.
She got up and walked into his bathroom and he felt no shame appreciating the view of her naked body from the back. He got rid of the condom in a small trashcan by the bed and noted the other condom wrappers already there with a hint of self-disgust.
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