44. Diesel
Chapter 44
Diesel
“Did you hurt yourself carrying me?” Rory asks, her hand moving back on my bare thigh.
I have her head lying on my shoulder, one of her legs is looped around mine and I’m feeling pretty fucking great since I just came hard and I have Rory in my arms. I take a breath, stretching the kink out of my back.
“I think I broke my dick fucking you. Other than that, I’m good, Gorgeous. Fantastic even,” I tell her with a lazy grin. Taking her back to our room might possibly be the best idea I’ve ever had. Thankfully, Dani and Crusher were gone when we got here because I don’t think I had it in me to wait. I needed inside of her—fuck, I always need inside her.
“Your dick is not broken,” she laughs, kissing my chest.
“It is. Look at the poor bastard, he’s limp.”
Her gaze travels down at my semi-erect cock and it jerks under her stare.
“Yeah, poor thing is about dead,” she mutters, her hand moving up to squeeze my cock.
I just came so hard that my balls are still aching, but with just that touch my dick throbs in her hand. Rory is magic… either that or a fucking drug I can’t get enough of.
“What’s my name?” I mutter, needing to hear her say it again.
“Fucking asshole?” she questions.
“Woman—”
“Didn’t you just have me moaning your name? You, big dummy,” she sighs.
“Then, why did you call me Diesel in there.”
“Because Connie the Cunt—who by the way is out of here like yesterday’s trash—doesn’t get that. She doesn’t even get to hear your name muttered. As near as I can tell, I’m the only one that calls you that, and she doesn’t get it. If she did, I’d have to kill her and I don’t look good in prison orange.”
“You’re sounding very territorial right now,” I whisper with a grin, kissing the underside of her neck.
“Oh please. Like you could talk. I’ve seen how you’ve been treating Gunner, that needs to stop.”
“When he stops flirting with you, it might,” I respond with a shrug.
“He doesn’t flirt with me,” she counters, but her voice changes.
“Tell me that again, when you actually believe it and we’ll talk, Gorgeous.”
“Okay then, he doesn’t flirt with me that much. And it doesn’t matter either way. It would never be something I’d act on. I’m not that kind of person.”
“What kind of person?” I ask.
“The kind that would talk and flirt with a man who is family to the man I am sleeping with.”
“We’re doing a lot more than sleeping together, Rory. I just made you my old lady.”
“What’s up with that? I got to tell you, Noah, women—including me—don’t like to be called old, and I’m not even that old,” she huffs.
I laugh, shifting us in the bed so that she’s lying on the pillow instead of me. Then, I get up, walking to the dresser.
“I really need to get you into some biker chick classes. Telling everyone that you’re my old lady is saying I claim you as mine—which they all knew, but this makes it official,” I tell her, grabbing a pair of gym shorts out of the drawer and putting them on.
“Claiming me?” she asks, scooting up on the bed.
“Claiming, in our life it’s as good as a marriage is in your world. You’re mine. You’re on the back of my bike and no one fucks with you.”
“So, we’re married, and I didn’t even get a ring?” she laughs, and I doubt she’s taking any of this seriously, but eventually she’ll get it. She’s completely mine now.
“You’ll get a cut like mine. I’ll get that fixed up this week.”
“A cut?”
“Like my leather vest, people call it a cut or a cut-off. It has my club name, our creed and symbol, along with my position in the club. You’ve seen me wear it since we’ve gotten back.”
“What will mine say as my position? President’s cock worshiper?” she quips—definitely not understanding my world completely yet, but she will.
“If you want, I can have that patch put on.” I smirk, thinking I do kind of like that idea. “But yours will simply bear the club emblem and say property of Diesel on it.”
“Property? No fucking way.”
“It’s not derogatory, Gorgeous,” I tell her bringing one of my shirts over and sitting on the side of the bed where she is. “In my world, what a man has boils down to family and property that is important to him. In the club there’s nothing more important than your ride, your brothers and whoever you put on the back of your bike. Our life is simple and our rules are simple. You protect those things above all else. Those things are precious. My brothers, my way of life that’s worth protecting, but you and Ryan? You are deemed property to the outside world, but you are my life, Rory. Don’t get anything twisted up in the labels. You two are everything,” I tell her kissing her lips gently. Then I start putting my shirt over her head. She helps put her arms in and then I’m helping her pull it down her body.
“If I’m everything, why are you covering me up then?” she mutters, but her voice is thick now. She gets it—or at least most of what I was trying to tell her. That’s enough for now.
“Because knowing how much my son loves you and his habits, he’ll be in here in another thirty minutes or so and I’d rather not have to give him a lesson on the birds and the bees quite yet,” I tell her grinning, then make my way back to my side of the bed, holding her close once again.
“You’re staying tonight?”
“Is that a problem?”
“No. I’ve missed you, Noah. I kind of thought after the other night that… Well…”
“I wanted to, but I didn’t want to push you too much. I wanted to give you time. I’ve hurt you a lot, Rory. I know that. I have way too much to make up to you. The last thing I want to do is to damage the progress I’m making—or at least trying to make.”
“Dani said something tonight that I keep playing in my head,” she whispers as I reach over and turn the lamp off and then snuggle my woman deeper into me.
“What’s that?”
“She said that once darkness touches you that you see and react to situations differently than others. That you can’t make your brain do anything else really.”
“She told you her story?”
“Every bit of it, while downing a lot of Jack.”
“She trusts you, Gorgeous. I don’t think she’s given that story to another soul. You should feel special to have gotten that from her.”
“I do. I admire her. She’s been through so much, much more than I. I don’t know how she’s still standing.”
“Crusher and her saw each other through it. It was a dark time, but together they came out strong—probably stronger than any other couple I know to be honest.”
“I can see that,” she says, her fingers moving in random patterns over my stomach.
“You have something on your mind,” I tell her, understanding that she needs to say something but is having a hard time verbalizing it.
“I saw things from my darkness, Noah, but I couldn’t see that you had your own kind of darkness you were dealing with and that it colored the way you reacted with me. I can see it now, at least much better than I did before,” she whispers and my heart fucking flips in my chest and my breath feels like it stops for a minute.
“ Christ ,” I mutter when I can finally get the word out.
“What?” she asks, startled.
“I love you, Rory. I love you so fucking much,” I growl taking her mouth hard and harsh, my tongue diving into her mouth and claiming all of her I can. It’s a kiss that’s steeped in emotion that I can’t find the words to truly express and Rory is right there with me.
When we break apart, Rory lays her head against mine, and she wraps her hand in mine, fingers intertwining.
“Noah?”
“Yeah, Gorgeous?”
“I…” She stops talking as the door opens and Ryan comes in rubbing his eyes. I reach over and turn the light back on.
“Rory, can I sleep with… Daddy?”
“Hey, Bub.” I grin. I love my boy, but right now I’m wishing he’d waited at least ten more minutes before making an appearance…. Maybe twenty.
“You guys having a sleepover?” he mumbles, tiredly. He walks over and Rory bends down helping him up on the bed. He crawls over her and gets in the middle of both of us.
“Something like that,” I say, grinning as I look over at Rory. She’s actually blushing yet again.
So fucking cute.
Ryan burrows under the covers between us and immediately turns on his side. Rory follows suit and her arm wraps around Ryan and just like that they’re in the position that I find them in every morning. It feels good to be here with them for a change. I turn on my side, knowing I can’t lie like that long, the position gets to my hip—but still, for a little bit I want to just look at the two most important people in my life. I’m getting better every day, but I definitely have limitations and right now I hate them even more. I brush Ryan’s hair away from his face and link my hand with Rory’s and we hold my son together.
“Are we watching a movie?” Ryan asks, his voice already full of sleep and his eyes closing.
“Not tonight, buddy. Tonight, we’re just going to sleep,” I tell him.
“Okay, Daddy,” he whispers. “Love you.”
“Love you too, Bub.”
“Love you, Rory,” he adds, his voice so full of sleep that it comes out ‘war-wee’ .
“Love you, Baby,” Rory whispers back, kissing the top of my boy’s head with a smile so tender my heart aches.
This is it. My dream that has come to life. The things I’ve wanted for longer than I can remember are all right here and they’re mine.
I reach over and turn off the lamp so my family can sleep. And maybe so they don’t see the tears of happiness sliding from my eyes.
Some secrets a man needs to keep.