Chapter Eight #2
While Diesel followed Kuba’s directions, Kuba pulled out his phone and opened the bay door.
Diesel drove in and the doors automatically opened before rolling closed behind them.
They calmly climbed out of the car and grabbed Diesel’s bags.
Kuba carried them to a different bedroom than Kuba had shown him, while Diesel followed on his heels with the rest of his things.
They dropped everything inside the bedroom doorway.
Diesel glanced around. This room was nothing like the first room.
The other room had obviously been decorated by a designer.
This one held a hodgepodge of stuff. What looked to be handmade quilts covered the bed.
There were pillows and bottles on the nightstand.
It took Diesel a second to realize it was Kuba’s bedroom.
“There’re like four closets. I know at least two of them are empty. Just choose whichever you want.” He motioned toward a chest of drawers in one corner of the room. “The bottom three drawers of that thing are empty.” Kuba never looked his way throughout the speech.
Diesel couldn’t look anywhere else but at Kuba. “This is your bedroom.”
Kuba finally met his gaze. “Yeah.”
Diesel blinked. He didn’t know what to say.
Kuba’s eyebrows lifted. “Do you got a problem with that?”
Diesel shifted from foot to foot—shell shocked. “No.” Even Diesel hadn’t expected that “no.” Did he have a problem with this?
Kuba pulled his shirt up and over his head and tossed it aside. “Close that door behind you. Jayme has a bad habit of treating this place like it’s his.”
Like a zombie, Diesel closed the door. He didn’t know if he was more shocked or confused.
Kuba took his hand and led Diesel to his bed. He urged Diesel to sit on the edge before stealing Diesel’s shirt. With their chests bare, Kuba peeled off his pants and straddled Diesel. His expression remained unreadable. Diesel never knew what Kuba was thinking.
“Tell me something.”
“Okay.” Even to Diesel’s ears he sounded confused.
“If I hadn’t been pulled away this morning, what would you have done when you woke up beside me?’
Diesel didn’t think. He just answered. “I would’ve picked up right where we left off before falling asleep.”
A smile exploded across Kuba’s lips. “That’s what I like to hear. Do you know what else I like?”
“What?” Diesel was enthralled.
Kuba’s smile turned devilish. “You.”
“I like you too.” There was no missing the earnestness in Diesel’s voice.
Kuba nodded. “Good. That’s good. Am I too much for you too fast?”
Funnily enough, Diesel didn’t need to think about it. “No. I think you’re perfect.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.”
Diesel wrapped his arms around Kuba and held on. “You’ve come to the right place. Is any of this leading to you kissing me? Because I have to tell you—”
Kuba kissed him.
All thought flew from Diesel’s head. Everything inside Diesel sang.
Kuba worried he was too much, too fast. He should be scared of Diesel.
The pure, aching hunger and greed Kuba caused to flare inside him was almost terrifying.
They pulled away only long enough to lose every stitch of clothing before coming together again.
The sensation of Kuba’s skin against his body was everything.
Diesel was totally focused on every place they touched.
He couldn’t take the teasing any longer.
Diesel reached between their bodies, gripped their cocks in one hand and stroked.
Kuba made a sound that Diesel needed to hear again as much as he needed his next breath.
He kept stroking, pulling every noise he could from Kuba.
Kuba’s moans and whimpers got more desperate.
Diesel pumped faster. He had to make Kuba blow.
His life depended on it and he couldn’t explain that.
Hot cum shot onto his stomach and poured over his hand.
The neediest noise he had ever made kept coming from his lips in waves.
The pressure built. Diesel exploded before Kuba’s cries fell silent.
Diesel pumped slower, getting every twitch from both of them.
They panted for air. Their gazes met. They burst into laughter.
Kuba rolled away. “Oh, God. What’s wrong with us?”
Diesel smiled so big, his cheeks hurt. “Neither of us has any patience.” The laughter in his voice couldn’t be missed.
Kuba’s eyes shone brightly with happiness. “Actually, I have a ton of patience. I think it’s just you.”
Diesel chuckled. “I actually have a ton of patience too. It’s just us.”
“Yeah. When you put us together, all bets are off.”
“Damn. I could really get addicted to this.” Diesel couldn’t believe he admitted that, and—for some reason—he kept going. “By this, I mean right now. The way you look at me and the happiness in your eyes. It’s a little insane how badly I don’t want that to go away.”
Kuba’s expression shifted. His eyes moved over Diesel’s face, as if searching for something.
He looked exactly as he did when he focused on training.
Intense. Determined. Breathtaking. “I just met you a few days ago.” Diesel’s heart dropped at Kuba’s words.
Thankfully, Kuba kept going. “So tell me why I hate the idea of anyone else touching you. Tell me why I think I might smash shit if you decide you don’t want to share my room.
Because I’ve been thinking about that kind of shit since we spent all night talking on Christmas Eve. ”
They held each other’s stare. Diesel didn’t know how to answer those questions. His phone buzzed, knocking against the keys in the pocket of his jeans, sounding loudly throughout the otherwise quiet room.
Diesel glanced over his shoulder. “I should get that. No one calls unless it’s important.” He rolled, sat up, and reached for his jeans. Diesel found his phone. “It’s Clover.” He answered on speaker. “Hello?”
Fingertips slid down his back in the lightest of touches.
Diesel’s eyes automatically closed as goosebumps rose on his skin.
“Hey, Diesel. It’s Clover. There should be a crew already outside the warehouse. They’re ready to roll on that security system.”
“Sounds great. Thank you.”
“It’s no problem.” Clover sounded as upbeat and happy as always. “If I can help, I will. No one should have to live their life in fear.”
“Agreed. I’ll go meet up with the crew. Thanks again. Don’t give Saint too much hell.”
An evil-sounding chuckle vibrated from the device in his hand before the call disconnected.
Diesel stood. The drops of cold cum that hadn’t dried ran down Diesel’s body.
“I guess we need to get cleaned up.” He had avoided looking at Kuba since answering the phone.
He wasn’t strong enough to see Kuba nude and watching him.
Diesel chanced a glance. His eyes refused to budge when he saw exactly what he feared—a hungry-looking Kuba who tested his every will.
“There’s a linen closet in the bathroom.” Kuba’s words cut through the building desire.
Diesel tore his gaze away and headed for the bathroom.
He would get clean, dressed, and outside with no distractions.
Diesel chanted those words as he went through the motions.
When he opened the door, washcloth in hand and ready to get Kuba clean, Kuba was already gone.
His clothes weren’t on the floor. Diesel rolled his eyes.
He knew damn well Kuba had gotten dressed and went to meet that crew.
For fuck’s sake. The guy had no sense of self-preservation.
Diesel sighed and tossed the washcloth aside.
He would save Kuba from himself if it was the last thing he did. Kuba was too important to him to stop.