Chapter 24 Brynn
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Diesel set me down onto my feet as I looked around his place.
He wanted to take me back to my father’s, but I didn’t want to go back to my old home.
I wanted to be with him. And I knew if Diesel took me back to my dad’s, my father would not leave us alone.
He set me down onto my feet and I took in the devastation of his apartment.
So many sounds and images came flying back.
The crashing of the glass. Diesel yelling out for me.
Hearing him grunt and groan as men attacked him from all sides.
His furniture was decimated. The coffee table was splintered and broken.
The couch was broken in the middle and practically shaped like a ‘V’.
The kitchen drawers were thrown open and bloodied silverware was strewn across the floor.
“Let me take you home, Brynn. You shouldn't--”
But I put my hand up to make him stop talking.
I walked through the apartment and made my way to Diesel’s bedroom.
I looked over at the closet and my stomach rolled with sickness.
I peered over at the window and saw it was still broken.
Still hanging open from when I had looked up and seen Diesel’s face staring out at me.
I walked over and traced my fingers along the jagged glass.
I didn’t want to be afraid of his place.
I didn’t want my stomach to lurch every time I came there.
Because if I had it my way, I’d be at his place a lot more than I’d be in Brownsville with my father.
“I thought you were dead,” I said.
I turned and took stock of Diesel standing in his doorway.
“I really, really thought they had killed you,” I said.
“No one’s doing that anytime soon,” he said.
“I know it doesn’t compare to what you went through with me. A few hours doesn’t compare to a few years, but I just knew in the pit of my gut--”
I swallowed thickly and watched as he pushed himself off the doorway.
He came walking over to me, his boots crunching over glass.
His hands fell to my hips and he pulled me to him, blanketing me with his warmth and his strong muscles.
My head fell into his chest and my arms slid around him, holding him as close as I could get him.
My ear pressed against his heartbeat. I counted out every thump against my skin that proved he was still there. That proved he was still breathing.
That proved none of this was a dream and that it really was over.
“I’m fine, Brynn. And you’re fine, after all these years. So now, we can pick up where we left off.”
“Where did we leave off?” I asked.
I tilted my head up to his so I could catch his gaze.
He looked down at me with that brooding stare of his before his hands dropped to my ass.
He gripped it firmly before picking me up, swinging me around effortlessly to put me on his bed.
He laid me down as a smile crossed my cheeks, and I gladly parted my legs for his thick body.
His hands trailed along my skin, massaging my thighs as his hands slid down my legs.
He took his time stripping me down. Pulling off my shoes and socks before sliding down my shorts.
Smoothing his hands up my stomach before cupping my breasts.
He leaned me up and pulled my shirt over my head before lying me back down to look at me. To devour me with his eyes. To take in what was his.
If he would have me.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I said with a whisper.
His hand reached for mine, and he threaded our fingers together.
He brought my engagement ring to his lips and kissed it as my heart slammed against my chest. He released my hand and took a step back, his hands stripping his own body of his clothes.
His jacket fell to the floor and his shirt went over his head.
His rippling muscles came into view as the rings of his abs pulled my gaze downward.
His beautiful lines disappeared behind tight jeans he slid down his legs.
Veins bulged and his cock jumped, and I felt my juices pooling between my pussy folds.
He knelt between my bare legs, his hands pressed into the bed beside my ears. He came so close to me that I felt his breath pulsing against my lips. I wanted to reach up and capture them. I wanted to slide my arms around his neck and bring them down to mine.
But I wanted an answer to my question even more.
“Brynn?”
“Yes?” I asked with a whisper.
“Will you marry me?”
Tears sprang to my eyes as my jaw began to quiver.
Diesel pressed his lips to mine to stop their trembling and I could no longer contain myself.
My hands raked through his hair as I pulled him closer, feeling his body fall to mine.
His muscles poured into the excess of my form, forcing me to mold to him in ways I always knew I could.
In ways I wanted to for the rest of my life.
Our tongues collided and a shiver ran down the length of my body.
My clit pulsed and my pussy throbbed, sending juices sliding down my ass crack.
I moaned into his lips as he nibbled on mine, causing my tits to pucker against his chest.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “A million times over, yes, Jay.”
His hand dipped between our bodies and he slid his cock effortlessly into me.
My toes curled and my legs wrapped around him, pulling him as deeply as I could get him.
Our bodies rocked. My hands twisted into his hair.
He held himself up by his forearms as my heels dug into the meat of his chiseled ass cheeks.
My head fell back and he nibbled on my neck.
Marked me as his own while his cock stroked every part of my pussy at once.
His twisted curls ground into my clit, sending jolts of lightning coursing through my veins.
That heady feeling began swirling around my mind as my legs started to jump.
“Let it go,” Diesel said into my ear. “Let go around me, Brynn.”
“Oh, D. Fuck. Yes, sweetheart. Don’t stop. I love you. Don’t stop. I love you. Don’t stop. I love you. I love you. I love yo--.”
My body jumped against his as he sank his cock deep into my body.
My pussy exploded around him, coating him in juices as I clung to his back.
My nails dug into his skin, forcing groans to fall from his lips.
He kissed down my neck before he slid his arms behind my back, and in the middle of my orgasm he flipped us.
My legs straddled his lap as my head fell to his chest, my lungs heaving for air.
I pressed my hands into his chest and sat myself upright, gazing into his beautiful, darkened stare.
“Guide me,” I said with a whisper. “Do with me what you want.”
A growl escaped his throat before his hands fell to my hips.
He gripped them tightly, swirling them as I kept myself upright.
The room spun. My words were stuttered. I couldn't complete a sentence and I could barely get his name out as his cock grew against my walls.
My fingernails curled into his muscles. His hands gripped the excess of my body.
I rose up and slid my hands through his hair as I felt Diesel rise up.
His lips wrapped around my engorged nipple as my arms fell around his neck, and I clung to him as I rocked in his lap.
“Brynn. Sweet heaven and hell, you’re perfect.”
“Don’t stop moving. I love it when you do this.”
“I love you,” he said.
I rose my head from his shoulder before our foreheads fell together. I captured his lips as my heart sent itself into overdrive. Diesel released my body long enough to brush my hair away from my face, and I gazed into his eyes as a grin crossed his cheeks.
“I never stopped loving you, Brynn.”
I captured his lips one last time before my body rolled.
I straddled his lap as he sat upright, holding me as closely as he could get me.
His hands fell to my ass, gripping me as he rolled my hips deeper into his.
I couldn't get enough. I couldn't get him close enough.
I couldn't feel enough of him at once as my hands roamed his body.
I kissed his neck and nibbled on the muscles of his shoulders.
I nuzzled the shell of his ear and pulled his earlobe between my teeth.
I felt him scoot to the edge of the bed before his bare feet planted onto the floor, and I clung to him before my back pressed into the wall.
“Don’t hurt yourself on the glass,” I said breathlessly.
He pinned my hands above my head as my legs locked around him.
“Trust me, I’ve got us,” he said.
And I knew that every single definition of that phrase was true.
He pounded into me, rattling the pictures on his wall.
I bucked wildly into him as my tits bounced in his face.
Pressed between his body and the wall of his apartment, I felt my body come alive.
I felt my spirit begin to soar. I felt my heart burst forth, pouring love in the form of sweat down my body.
Fire surged through my veins. Electricity overloaded my mind.
The room spun and my eyes fell shut as my pussy swallowed him whole.
He grew thicker with every stroke. He swiveled his hips and ground his tight curls into my clit.
My jaw unhinged in silent pleasure as his lips peppered my chest. My neck. My shoulder. My cheek.
Every inch of what he could reach was covered in him before my body finally popped.
“D! Yes! Holy shit!”
My head fell back into the wall and I arched into him, shaking and my body pulled taut.
He wrapped his lips around my nipple, stroking it with his tongue as he fucked me through my orgasm.
I felt his hips stuttering. I felt his legs giving way.
His hands fell from mine and he grabbed my hips, hoisting me up the wall and fisting my excess so hard I knew he’d leave bruises behind.
He pounded deeper than I’d ever felt him.
The lines of pain and pleasure blurred as he picked up the pace.
My body fell limp as he pressed against my body, building towards his release as I gasped for air.
“I love you, Brynn. I love you so much. It’s here. It’s here. I’m coming, Brynn. I’m com--.”
“Yes. Fill me, D. Fill me like you’ve never filled me before.”
His cock slammed into me one last time and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer than he’d ever been.
My shaking legs stayed locked around him as sweat dripped down our bodies.
His come filled my pussy. It dripped onto the floor beneath us as he unloaded into my body.
Thread after thread, until his body collapsed and shook against mine.
I captured his lips. Tasted his cheeks with my tongue.
He gasped for air in the crook of my neck as his cock pumped the last of its arousal into my body.
I slid my fingers through his hair. I turned my lips to kiss his cheek.
Then, he peeled me from the wall and tumbled us back into bed.
“I love you,” he said as he cradled me close.
I slid the covers over our bodies as the two of us hunkered down for sleep.
“I love you too, D.”
“In the morning, I’ll take us out for breakfast.”
“In the morning, I’m going to need a shower,” I said with a giggle.
His arm wrapped tightly around me, drawing my ass to his pelvis.
“Then we’ll take a shower before we get breakfast,” he said.
“Who said you were taking it with me?”
He growled playfully and turned me around in his arms before rolling me over onto my back.
I smiled and giggled as he dropped his lips to mine, possessing me in all the ways he knew how to.
Our tongues collided and my tired body instantly rose to the occasion, but the second Diesel traveled downward I knew what was coming.
His lips kissed me everywhere. In the crevice of my waist. In the folds of my thighs.
Underneath my arms and even the tips of my toes.
I shivered in the darkness of his apartment as the wind kicked up outside.
Swirling in through the broken window and pulling goosebumps along my skin.
I felt Diesel dip between my legs before I looked down at him, and I found him peering up at me with a devious smile on his lips.
“I could clean you up a little bit now, if you’d like,” he said.
His tongue dipped between my folds and my head fell back to the bed.
“Maybe in the process it would warm you up, too,” he said.
His tongue found my clit and I jumped against his lips.
“Or maybe,” he said as he took another stroke, “I could make you yell my name for the neighbors.”
His finger sank into my pussy and my hips arched off the bed.
“Oh shit, Diesel.”
“Like that,” he said as he kissed my pussy lips. “Only a little louder next time.”
I spent the rest of the night crying out his name.
Reminding our neighbors of who I belonged to.
I spent the rest of the night being pampered by the man I was going to marry one day.
Over and over again, his tongue made me come.
Over and over again, his cock made me gasp his name.
Over and over again, I forgot about the horrors of Rex and the fear that had coursed through my veins and the terrible acts of violence that had occurred in Diesel’s apartment.
All I knew when I got up the next morning was the smell of our love for one another. All I knew when I got up the next morning was how Diesel could bend me over in the shower and fuck me until I cried out for mercy.
All I knew was that, one day, I would marry the love of my life.
One day, I would marry Diesel
And that was all that mattered.