Chapter Twenty—Diesel #2
“I’ll, uh…” He looked at Fia again, then rocked on his heels. “I just got paid, so I can afford to hire a ride to the hospital.”
Somehow, Diesel held back his glower.
“Where do you work?” Fia sounded truly interested.
“I work near here,” Kaia revealed. “At the minimart on the main road, right near that office building.”
Near Johnnie and Bailey’s offices.
“What about you?”
Fia smiled. “I work part-time at the big grocery store up on Edelsohn.”
“Oh, right! That’s near the hospital, isn’t it?” Kaia asked.
“That’s the one,” Fia responded with a dramatic sigh.
“Nice. You travel between rags and riches daily then,” Fia said.
Kaia shrugged. “A lot of towns are aesthetically pleasing on principal thoroughfares that hide low- or middle-income neighborhoods just blocks away.”
“I blame the city planners,” Diesel said.
“Uncle Christopher and Aunt Meggie argued for progress. She wanted to offer grants to homeowners who needed repairs and upgrades.” He looked around and smiled.
“This was one of those neighborhoods. Kind of a blight, though not yet a lost cause. Not her words,” he added quickly.
“Of course not,” Fia said sarcastically. “She’s a saint.”
Diesel glared at her. “Would you like to visit Nyx?”
“N-no.”
“That’s the chick who was becoming an official club girl, right?” Kaia blurted, recovering a situation that could spiral in the wrong direction if Diesel lost his temper. “Where is she?”
“In hell,” Diesel said, baring his teeth.
Kaia laughed nervously, obviously thinking Diesel was telling a joke. When he saw Fia’s trembling lips, though, his eyes widened and he straightened.
“It’s been a long week, Kaia,” Diesel inserted. “I’m just in a bad mood. Ignore me.” He nodded to Fia. “I didn’t have anyone to party with. My friends are at the hospital, so I thought about you.”
“You…you did?”
“You’re important to my little sister. You’ll probably be around a lot if she has her way—” But not if Diesel had his.
“I want to get to know you better. Hanging out with the team after a game or after practice isn’t the same thing as one on one.
” He looked at Fia and lifted a brow. “Or in this case one on one with a sweet treat.”
She got to her feet and lifted her dress over her head.
Big tits, a small waist, and a hairy pussy greeted them.
She walked to Kaia, swinging her hips with exaggeration.
Reaching him, she dropped to her knees and lifted his shirt.
His breath hitched, but he placed his hand over hers before she unbuckled his belt.
“Rebel…I can’t…isn’t this cheating?”
Diesel almost admired him. “Are you two in a relationship?”
Fia slid her hand over Kaia’s crotch. He shivered. “I don’t…you said I was important to her.”
“You will be important to her,” Diesel amended, opting for gaslighting. “I didn’t say you were.”
Kaia heaved in a breath. He still blocked Fia from his fly, but he placed a hand on her head. Progress. “I-I thought…I swore I heard—”
“You didn’t.” Smiling, Diesel raised his hand. “I swear. Your need for a cock suck has you confused.”
Tightening his hand on Fia’s hair, Kaia swayed a little.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Diesel crooned, waving Fia to him and unbuckling his own jeans, taking his cock in hand.
When she slurped him into her mouth, he barely felt her.
This wasn’t about pleasure. It was about winning.
“Do you see, Kaia? She’s an excellent cocksucker.
Sometimes, I pay her just so I can come down her throat. ”
Kaia sucked in a breath.
Burying his fingers in Fia’s hair, Diesel focused on her. As if she felt his gaze on her, she lifted hers to him and fondled his balls.
“That’s it, baby.” He groaned, afraid to close his eyes. Afraid of who he might see. And it wasn’t Jana or Tabitha.
Frustrated, he held Fia’s head in place and hammered her mouth, but it wasn’t enough to…fuck, what the fuck was wrong with him?
Pulling his dick out of Fia’s mouth, he lifted her into his arms. The moment she wrapped her legs around his waist, he thrust into her.
“You’re so fucking hot and wet.”
She threw her head back and moaned, bouncing on his dick.
“Make me come,” she begged.
He would, later.
Breathing heavily, Diesel halted his thrusts and set Fia on her feet, keeping his hands on her waist until she steadied herself. He put himself to rights, wrapped his arms around her waist, and caressed her, sliding his fingers up. She shivered and goosebumps rose on her skin.
Tweaking her nipples, Diesel sought Kaia’s gaze again. He stood, stroking his cock, torn between mortification and pleasure.
“You can make her come, can’t you, Kaia?”
Kaia grunted, cum spurting from him. He dropped to his knees.
“Do you lick pussy?” Fia purred.
“Rebel,” Kaia mumbled.
Diesel stiffened, and his hand went to one of his guns, holstered at his side. “I beg your fucking pardon? You’ve touched Rebel?”
Fia grabbed Diesel’s wrist. A horrified expression dropped into Kaia’s face and he shook his head.
“No! No. I…no, Diesel. I…she’ll hate me if she finds out—”
Heaving in a breath, Diesel allowed his temper to cool. “Who’ll tell her? Certainly not me. Do you think I go around, discussing who I fucked with my sister?”
“No. I didn’t say that.”
“You implied it,” Diesel argued. “Even if I did—again, I definitely do not—what does it matter? You aren’t a couple. Yet,” he remembered to add. “Until that changes, you’re free to fuck whoever you wish.”
“Rebel doesn’t seem to have a gray area, though. It’s either black or white for her. I can say I fucked Fia because we aren’t in a relationship, but it’s a technicality.”
Kaia saw a lot more than Diesel gave him credit for. “Rebel is spoiled and immature,” he said gravely. “But a man has needs. You’re nineteen with a healthy cock. What Rebel doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
He urged Fia toward Kaia.
When she reached him, she laid on the floor in front of him and opened her legs, massaging her clit.
“Trust me, bro,” Diesel coaxed. “Rebel will never find out.” He nodded to his phone, seemingly so innocuous. “I’ll record you for all those dark, lonely, celibate days when you have only your hand as company while you court my little sister.”
Uncertainty settled into Kaia’s eyes. “Rebel…you won’t…you won’t…she won’t ever see it, will she?”
Annoyed that Kaia didn’t trust him—although he shouldn’t—Diesel glare at the fuckhead.
Kaia had proven remarkably resistant, so instead of losing his temper, Diesel shook his head.
“She won’t see it.” He nodded to Fia. “But Fia might show it to her friends. She does it with the videos she and I make together.”
Fia moaned and lifted her hips. “Please, Kaia,” she breathed. “Lick me. I want to spend the night fucking you. One or two videos and then Diesel will leave, and it’ll just be me and you.”
Finally giving in, Kaia nodded, stretched out and buried his face between Fia’s legs.
Smiling, Diesel picked up his phone, pulled up the video camera, and pressed the record button.