“What?” Her voice sounded less full of sleep.
“Get your hand off of my dick, please.”
“Why?” She laughed, removing her hand.
The moment she removed it, Diesel climbed out of the bed. Grabbing his clothes, he quickly pulled on his jeans and tossed his shirt over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” Rachel asked, confusion evident in the sound of her voice.
“I’m going to sleep on the couch,” Diesel replied, opening the bedroom door.
“Freaking out again?” Rachel taunted, stopping Diesel in his tracks.
In a second, he was on her side of the bed, leaning over her. He knew anger and lust were both flashing in his eyes.
“This is not freaking out,” he replied.
“It looks like freaking out to me.”
“You’re wrong.”
“Then what is it?”
“This is me saving you from embarrassment.”
“How would us having sex embarrass me?”
“Because trust me, baby. When we have sex, you’re going to be screaming my name before it’s all over. And I don’t think you want the neighborhood to know all the nasty things I’ll do to you.”
With that, Diesel placed a kiss on Rachel’s forehead and walked out of the room.
Flopping on the couch, he released a long, heavy sigh. That was too close. If they would have been at home, Diesel knew he’d have had his face buried between her legs right now, her moans and screams filling his bedroom. But as it was, he couldn’t, not here.
The sound of the entry door opening caused Diesel to stand, ready for whatever came through. At the sight of Tank, Diesel relaxed and laid back down in his previous position.
“Why are you on my couch?” Tank answered.
“Too much temptation in that room,” Diesel answered.
“I understand that, brother,” Tank replied, handing Diesel a beer and taking a seat across from him in a chair.
“She drives me completely fucking insane sometimes,” Diesel chuckled, taking a long pull from the bottle.
“But is she worth it?” Tank asked. “If she is, then enjoy it. Take the craziness and go with it. If she isn’t, walk away now before attachments are made.”
“Speaking from experience?” Diesel asked.
For a long time, Tank never answered. Diesel wondered what had happened to the man before the Devil’s Henchmen. What made him so understanding in the area of women?
“Twelve years ago, I was married to Trisha. The woman was my world. One day, we a had huge fight, over something so stupid,” Tank explained, deep in thought. “She got on her bike and left. It was raining outside, but she was a pro rider. Literally. Some asshole was driving too fast. Ran a red light. Trisha never saw it coming. She was killed at the scene. She was five months pregnant with my daughter and we never even knew it.”
“Fuck, man!’ Diesel replied, scrubbing a hand down his face. He had no idea what to say to that bomb.
“Take my advice, Diesel - Love and love hard.” Tank drained half the bottle in a single swallow. “If Rachel is the girl for you, hold her tight. Love her hard. Let go of the petty shit and show her every day that she is your number one.”
“Thanks, man,” Diesel nodded.
“Yeah.” Tank stood, grabbing the remaining case of beer and headed down the hallway to his bedroom.
Diesel lay awake thinking over what Tank had said. Thinking about the heartache and hurt he still heard in his friend’s voice. Was Diesel ready for that? What would he do if he lost Rachel? In the short time they had been living under the same roof, Diesel had already grown attached to her. The thought of losing her made his stomach want to revolt.
Chapter Twenty
Rachel
Rachel had lain awake most of the night after Diesel had left the room. Mixed emotions ran through her head. If he wanted her, why not just take her? But then again, Diesel was different. As the sun started to rise, and then the smell coffee hit her nose, Rachel knew it was time to face the day, and the man who rejected her - again.
With a heavy sigh, she threw the covers off and climbed out of bed. Quickly dressing, she headed out to the kitchen and abruptly came to a stop.
“Well this is one way to wake up,” Rachel said to the two shirtless men standing hip to hip at the stove.
“What?” Tank replied. “Never seen two half naked men cooking before?”
“Half naked?” Rachel smiled. “You’re both in your boxers.”
“Okay. So maybe three-fourths naked men?”
“Yeah. That’s more like it,” Rachel laughed. “And no. I haven’t.”
“Haven’t what?” Tank replied.
“Really?”
Tank shot his most charming grin Rachel’s direction. For an older guy, he was gorgeous. Crystal blue eyes, jet black hair, and a body that was chiseled from granite. The man was built like a God. Rachel never understood why someone hadn’t snagged him up for their own.
“Here. Have a seat,” Diesel said, setting a plate of food on the small two-person table.
“Thanks,” Rachel answered. As she sat down, Diesel leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he smiled.
“Good morning,” she replied.
“Eat up. Then we are going to head home.”
“Okay.”
Rachel quietly ate the meal the guys had prepared for her. By the time she was finished, the guys had already scarfed down their own food and cleaned the kitchen. Taking her own plate to the sink, she washed it and set it in the rack to dry.
“Ready?” Rachel asked as she walked into the living room area where the guys were in deep conversation about club business.
“Yep,” Diesel smiled, standing from the couch.
“It was good to see you both, but next time, let’s try not to show up at midnight,” Tank said, looking at Rachel.
“We’ll see. No promises, though,” she smiled back.
After saying their goodbyes, Rachel and Diesel headed downstairs and out into the morning sun. The sooner they got home, the better as far as Rachel was concerned. Being out in the daylight made her nervous, but she knew Diesel would protect her with his life. She should have never left the house.
The journey back home was uneventful, or so they thought. Parking their bikes behind the house, Diesel put his hand on Rachel’s arm to prevent her from entering the house.
“Wait,” Diesel instructed.
“What?”
“Tire tracks,” Diesel pointed to a set of four tracks that did not belong to either of them. In fact, they looked to have been made by a heavy truck. The grooves were deep in the ground.
“Get back on your bike.”
“Why?”
“I am going inside to look around. Stay alert. If you see anyone, start the bike and take off. Go straight to the compound,” Diesel said.
“What about you?” Rachel’s nerves and anxiety were in overdrive.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
As Diesel turned to leave, Rachel grabbed his hand and pulled him to her. Placing a quick kiss on his lips, she tried to convey her feelings in that one split second.
“Be careful, Marcus.”
“I will, beautiful.”
Rachel quickly hopped back on her bike as Diesel made his way into the house. It seemed to take forever before he came back outside. Relief washed through her the moment her eyes met his.
“Everything is clear. Doesn’t look like anyone was in the house. The alarm wasn’t tripped, either.”
“Thank goodness!”
“I called Banjo. He’s going to check out the security system to make sure and watch the cameras to see if he can see anyone specific.”
“You have cameras?”
“Yeah. Some in the house and others around the property.”
At one time, Rachel would have thought the idea of cameras was overkill, but now - now, she was grateful.
; Walking into the house, she immediately felt calm. This house had become her safe haven. It was weird because she had never had that before. Never had a place that could instantaneously comfort her the moment she walked through the door. Flopping down on the couch in the living room, Rachel breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s good to be home, she told herself.
The rest of the day was much like the ride home - unexciting. Rachel and Diesel spent the day snuggled on the couch watching TV. They had made a small lunch and ate together while watching episodes of Orange is the New Black on Netflix. By the end of the day, they were both up-to-date on the series.
“I still cannot believe you watch that show,” Rachel laughed as they both headed up the stairs to get ready for bed.
“Fuck yeah I do!” Diesel laughed. “Actually, that’s a lie. I’ve never watched it until today.”
“Seriously? Then why were we watching it?”
“Because you wanted to.”
Rachel turned around and put her arms around Diesel’s neck, leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“For?”
“For being so good to me.”
The moment Diesel’s lips landed on Rachel’s again - she was lost. The soft kiss quickly turned into a blazing fire. The temperature in the hallway spiked another ten degrees. Diesel’s hands moved from her waist to the globes of her butt. In one swift motion, Diesel lifted her into his arms and pinned her to the wall.
“Sleep with me tonight.” It was more of a demand than a question.
Rachel nodded her head and apparently that was all the acknowledgment Diesel needed. He carried her into his room and slowly lowered her onto the bed.
With steady hands, Diesel peeled Rachel’s clothes from her body, one article at a time. The process seemed to drag on. Rachel wanted to tear away the offending garments. She wanted to bare herself and beg him to do as he pleased, but Diesel obviously had different plans.
By the time Rachel was completely naked, she was shaking with need. She had no idea what sex would feel like, but she needed it. She needed the man standing before her more than she needed her next breath.
“So beautiful,” Diesel admired, running his hands up the inside of Rachel’s legs, stopping just short of reaching her center.
“Marcus,” she moaned.
“Yes?”
“Please,” Rachel begged.
“What do you need?”
“I need you.”
Rachel watched in awe as he stripped out of his clothes. The man was perfection. No matter how many times she had seen him shirtless, he still had the ability to take her breath away. The sight of Marcus Briggs completely bare - that was an explosion of ovaries. And the moment he fell to his knees between her legs, Rachel thought she would die.
Diesel used his shoulders to spread her legs open wide. The feel of his hot breath against her sensitive flesh was like a shot of electricity through her body.
“So beautiful,” Diesel whispered.
The first swipe of his tongue caused Rachel’s insides to clench.
“So delicious.”
Diesel ran the flat of his tongue over her vagina, covering the flesh with his moisture. His tongue flicked over her clit and Rachel thought she had seen stars. A ragged moan escaped from her lips.
Diesel continued to devour her. Each slide of his tongue brought her closer to the edge. The moment he sucked her clit between his teeth and gently bit down - Rachel was gone. An explosive orgasm crashed over her. Her back bowed off the bed but Diesel held her in place, not allowing her to move away. The sensation was overwhelming. Rachel had never felt anything like it.
“Holy shit!” she exclaimed, then clamped a hand over her mouth.
“Nice,” Diesel chuckled. “Such a dirty word coming from such a pretty mouth.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I like it.” Diesel stood from his position on the floor.
The moment he was upright, Rachel’s eyes traveled down his body and landed on his huge -
“You’re blushing.”
“What?” Rachel’s eyes shot back to his.
“Find something interesting?”
“Umm.”
“You’re so damn cute when you get embarrassed. I love watching you blush.”
“I am not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Do you want a closer look?” Diesel asked, stepping between Rachel’s legs.
Her eyes grew wider and her cheeks flamed as she watched him take himself in hand. He stroked from base to tip, right in front of her face. The act was so naughty that Rachel instantly became wetter.
“Open up, baby girl.” Diesel instructed.
“I... I’ve never...”
“Tonight will be a night of firsts then. Now, open up.”
Rachel felt even more heat on her face, but this time it had nothing to do with embarrassment. Now, it was lust.
“Part those sweet lips for me, Rachel.”
Diesel reached a hand out and rubbed his thumb against her lower lip. On the third pass, Rachel opened her lips and sucked the tip of his finger into her mouth.
“Mmm,” Diesel groaned. “Such a good girl.”
The praised caused a moan from Rachel. She liked that she could please him. Swirling her tongue around his finger, Rachel watched in fascination as Diesel continued to stroke himself. Stepping closer, he issued his command again.
“Open up, beautiful,” he growled.
One look into his eyes and all hesitation vanished. The raw lust and need fueled Rachel’s own. Opening her mouth wider, she wrapped her lips around him and sucked him to the back of her throat. Diesel may have called her a good girl, but she felt dirty, and she liked it. She also liked the taste of him - saltiness mixed with a dash of sweet.
Rachel continued to swirl her tongue around him and bobbed her head along his length. The act of sucking Diesel caused a jolt of need and desire to shoot through her, flooding her core with even more moisture. Her need for him constantly growing.
“Shit!” Diesel exclaimed. “Just like that, baby.”
Rachel moaned.
She sucked him harder, deeper into her mouth. Faster. Feeling bolder, she explored his body. Running her hands up his thighs, over his hips, and across his abdomen. The feel of him beneath her hands caused her head to spin. She needed this man, more than she needed air. With a final burst of courage, she wrapped her hand around his length and began to stroke him in time with her mouth.
Diesel moaned.
Rachel squeezed her legs together. The need in her middle was growing at a high speed. She would come again just from sucking Diesel off. Rubbing her thighs together helped to relieve some of the build.
“Spread your legs open. Let me see how wet you are.”
Rachel’s eyes met his.
“Let me see,” Diesel nodded.
With another moan, Rachel spread her legs open for him. Diesel pulled himself from her mouth and stepped back.
“Touch that pretty pussy for me,” he demanded.
Rachel bit her lower lip, but did as he asked. Rubbing a hand over her wetness, she slid a finger between her folds. Diesel’s eyes tracking her movements. Nothing had ever been this erotic. Rachel had never experienced anything like this. Nobody had ever made her feel the way Diesel did.
“So beautiful. So wet,” Diesel groaned. “Feed it to me.”
Rachel dipped a finger inside and slowly lifted it to his lips. Diesel grabbed her hand and his tongue snaked around her digit, licking it clean.
Oh. My. Goodness. Rachel almost creamed herself at the sight.
Rachel felt like she was drowning in sensations. She never knew it would be like this. Then again, it probably wouldn’t be with anyone other than Diesel.
Diesel removed Rachel’s finger from his mouth and sat beside her on the bed.
Turning to look at him, Diesel gave Rachel a wicked smile and suddenly, like she
weighed nothing, he pulled her into his lap. Straddling him, legs spread wide, Rachel felt him at her entrance. Grabbing her butt tightly, he slowly lowered her over him.
“Go slow,” Diesel instructed.
Rachel felt the outside walls give to allow him to enter her. She did as he instructed and slowly lowered herself and then raised back up. Up and down. Up and down. When Rachel reached her barrier, she froze.
“It’s okay. I got you.”
Rachel nodded her head and dropped herself down his length, breaking the barrier of her virginity. The sharp pain overwhelmed her for a moment, but Diesel took over and started to move inside of her; the pain quickly vanished.
Rachel whimpered as Diesel pushed deeper inside of her.
“So fuckin tight,” he growled and Rachel moaned.
In one rough motion, Diesel buried himself inside Rachel’s heat.
“Fuck yes!” Rachel moaned.
Digging her nails into his chest, Rachel took over and changed the pace of their movements. But that didn’t last long. Diesel’s hands cupped Rachel’s ass possessively and lifted her until just the head remained. Then slammed Rachel back down his length, making her cry out. The sheer size of Diesel was overwhelming. Repeatedly, Diesel would slowly slide out of her, only to fully drive into her in one stroke.
They moved together - faster, harder. Diesel’s dominance drove Rachel into a frenzy. He lowered his mouth to her neck and bit down on the sensitive flesh below her ear. Rachel cried out. His left hand palmed her breast, pinching her nipple at the same time as he bit down even harder for a second time.
“Fuck!” Rachel screamed.
Her orgasm came in hard and quick. It hit with a force that made Rachel’s entire body tense.
“Shit!” Diesel growled, following Rachel over the edge.
Chapter Twenty-One
Diesel
Diesel flopped back on the bed, bringing Rachel with him. Trying to catch his breath, he stroked her back.
“Are you okay? I didn’t mean to get that rough,” Diesel whispered.
“I’m great. That was... Amazing,” Rachel replied. “I never knew sex could be like that.”
Diesel chuckled.
“If I had, I’d have done it a long time ago.”
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