Chapter 16
MARTINA
“Calm the fuck down.” Diesel catches both my fists in his hand, gripping me tight around the waist with his other arm. “You need my help, and you know it, so stop fighting me.”
I still in his arms.
“Look at me.”
I slowly raise my head.
“I promise you two things. You will not go back to Benito, and as long as you’re with me, you’ll be safe.”
“You can’t make that promise.”
“I can, and I will.”
I want to believe him, but it’s been so long since I’ve trusted anyone. Being betrayed by my brother left a scar I’m afraid will never heal. We’re taught to trust our family and rely on them, but when that trust is broken, can it ever be repaired—or forgotten?
Diesel runs his hand over my hair, then cups my neck. “I have no fuckin’ clue what this is between us, but that first night right here in this apartment, I knew you were different.”
I cock my head, not believing him.
“It’s fuckin’ true. I didn’t even care that we didn’t have sex—well, that’s not exactly true, but I just liked talking to you.”
“I liked talking to you, too.”
“I know you’ll think I’m bullshitting you, but I never told anybody else about my ex-wives.”
“You never told Blood or Smoke? I don’t believe it.”
“I told them I was married to two bitches who tried to bleed me dry in court, but I never told them what happened or how it made me feel. Yet, with you I was spitting out all that shit like it was nothing. And believe me, I’m not that guy.”
“They do say being friends is harder than jumping into bed with someone.”
“Friends?” He covers my lips with his. “I’m thinking I want way more than friendship.”
He cups my ass, lifts me off my feet, drops me on the couch, then follows me down until his body covers mine. My lips part, and he devours my mouth again while the rough denim of his jeans rasps against my silk panties.
He yanks the t-shirt up and over my head, exposing my bare breasts and the thin G-string Marisol insisted I wear under the dress.
“I knew you’d be fuckin’ gorgeous.” He licks his lips. “Been waiting two whole weeks to taste you, and I ain’t waiting any longer.”
He rips away the G-string, tosses it behind him, then anchors my legs over his shoulders.
He spreads my legs, dives in, and when his mouth hits my center, my hips jerk off the couch.
He braces his palms under me and offers me up to his waiting tongue.
His long, lapping stokes have me wet in seconds, and when my legs shake against his shoulders, I know I’m close.
He pulls away, and I grab his head. “Don’t stop.”
“You like that, huh?” His teasing grin makes me pull his hair hard. “Pull as hard as you want, babe. I like a little pain with my pleasure.”
He dives in again, devouring me from the inside out. My knees quiver; I arch my back and shout, “Yes, yes.”
He drives his tongue deep, then bites down on my clit, and my body spasms uncontrollably. For a few seconds, all the tension and pain fade away on a cloud of ecstasy.
Diesel leans back on his knees, looking very pleased with himself. “Now that I got a taste, I’m ready to do this right.” He presses the bulge in his jeans with the heel of his hand and grimaces. “Yeah, I can’t wait much longer.
Without another word, he gathers my sex-whipped body to him like I weigh nothing, pushes off the couch, and stands. He stumbles us into his room and gently lays me on the bed, bracing his palms against the mattress on either side of my body.
“I wanna know one thing.” He leans in closer. “Did you tell me everything about your connection to the cartel?”
I close my eyes for a split second, then nod.
“‘Cause I can’t keep you safe if you’re holding back on me.”
I had to keep the deal I made with my brother for my passport a secret.
Even though I had no intentions of spying on the Bastards for Benito, Diesel would definitely seek revenge on Eduardo for even thinking about screwing with the Bastards.
My brother might not care about me, but I could never face our mother again if I had a part in his ultimate death.
Diesel’s eyes rake over my naked body. “There’s nothing I want more than to take you right now and make you mine, but after what you’ve been through tonight, I need to know you want this as much as me.”
“Maybe more.”
His concern touches me in a way I hadn’t expected. I roll my lips inward to hold back the emotion bubbling up in my throat. By the bulge in his jeans, I know he’s in pain, but he’s worried about me. I wasn’t used to someone putting my needs first. Pitiful, scary and wonderful all at the same time.
I hold my arms out to him.
A slow smile tilts his lips as he undoes the tab and zipper of his jeans, then he slowly pushes the denim over his thick thighs until they’re pooled around his bare feet.
My eyes widen at his size, and his smile grows wider. “You like what you see?”
I slowly nod as he rummages around in the drawer of his nightstand. He pulls out a string of condoms, and when he throws them on the bed, my mouth drops open.
“I like to be prepared.” He crawls up the bed until he’s hovering over me. “Do you trust me?”
I stare up into his dark eyes and see confidence mixed with a rare sincerity.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good.” He smooths his rough palm over my hips. “Get up on your knees. I wanna see that sweet ass of yours.”
I roll over, and he wraps his arm around my waist, lifting me higher until I’m on my hands and knees.
“Mmmm, so fuckin’ sweet.” He grabs on to my hips. “I’ve been watching this ass of yours in those tight booty shorts at the gym. You’ve had me goin’ fuckin’ out of my mind wondering how you’d look bare-assed.”
I twist my head to look over my shoulder. “I hope you’re not disappointed.”
“No fuckin’ way.” He leans in and laves one cheek with his tongue.
I moan out, then yelp when he nips me. “Did you just bite me?”
“That’s the other thing I’ve been waiting two weeks to do.” He rubs his hand over the bite mark, then leans in and nips the other cheek.
“You are so bad.”
“And you fuckin’ love it.”
He leans back, fisting himself, long, deliberate strokes, then spreads my ass cheeks, notching himself between them. He pumps his hips slow, and my body bucks in time with his movements.
His hand slides over my abs and down until he finds my clit with his thumb and forefinger. He twists and rubs at the delicate nub until I’m rocking back and forth searching for another release.
He leans into my ear. “Put your hands on the headboard.”
I do as he asks, then watch as he slides his cock between my ass cheeks.
That and the pressure between my legs makes all thought impossible.
He drives his middle finger deep, and I scream out as another wave shatters within me.
He lets me ride out my orgasm, then slides his finger out and into his mouth.
He licks it clean, then runs his tongue over his lips. “Fuckin’ delicious, babe.”
He strokes my pulsing pussy, then wets his cock with my juices. When he’s satisfied, he lifts me higher until my knees are almost off the mattress.
“You ready for me?” He squeezes my cheeks tight around his rock-hard cock, jerking his hips so he’s close to my center but not quite there.
With every thrust, he gets that much closer until I’m weak with need and wiggling my ass against him.
He leans into my ear and nips my lobe. “Tell me what you want.”
I’m panting and straining against his cock, trying to get him where I want him.
He slaps my ass, and I moan out. “Let me hear you say it.” He slaps the other cheek and my knees weaken. “Tell me, and I’ll give it all to you.”
“Yes, yes, I want it all. I want your cock.”
“That’s all I needed to hear, beautiful.” He digs his fingers into my hips, pulls back and drives into me. So hard, and so good, filling me up in the best way.
From then on, our bodies take over in a push and pull, a give and take. I’m so wired that the size of him stretching me only adds to the exquisite pleasure. He’s primed and pumped my body to its fullest, and I take every inch of him.
When the third orgasm hits, I collapse into the mattress, but he holds me tight against him as he rides out the pulsing of my body.
“Love the way your pussy milks me.” He sucks on the side of my neck. “Fuckin’ draining me dry.”
He pumps harder, faster, and his size and my aftershocks take me to another level. A level I’ve never experienced and know I will only experience with him.
Diesel drops wet kisses along my shoulders, then falls to my side, wrapping me in his arms. For the first time in a long time, I feel safe.
DIESEL
I cuddle Martina to me, burying my head in her hair. I guessed she’d smell so sweet and taste so good, and now I’m sure.
A laugh rumbles through my chest.
“What’s so funny?”
“Just thinking about the first time I saw you on stage at the club.” I stroke her hip, and she shifts closer. “You looked like a deer in headlights.”
She laughs. “‘Cause I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.”
Then all of a sudden, you broke out. Starting doin’ all those back bends and shit. The whole fuckin’ room went crazy.”
“I took gymnastics for years. The whole trying to get rid of extra energy thing. I even competed with other high schools, but I’m sure my coach never imagined I’d use those moves in a Tijuana strip club.”
“Babe, you are too much. Nobody would’ve believed you never stripped before. I’d say you had guts and a crazy fuckin’ attitude.”
She stretches out next to me. “I haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time.”
I thread my fingers through her hair, and soon I hear her steady breathing. I stare at the ceiling, wondering where we go from here.
Smoke would want a full report, and her being Eduardo’s sister raised about a dozen red flags, but I didn’t care.
From now on, Martina was under the Royal Bastards’ and the Royal Harlots’ protection, and between my badass brothers and those feisty women, we had her back.
Until we had this settled with Benito and her crazy ass brother, either myself or Maxie would have eyes on her at all times.
A loud banging jolts me awake, and I search the room. Martina is tucked into my bed, still asleep, and the bright Tijuana sun is blazing through the shades. I check my phone. Eleven in the morning. Way later than I normally slept.
The pounding continues, so I throw my legs over the bed, drag on my jeans and head for the door. I swing it open to a very pissed-off Smoke on the other side.
“Why the fuck haven’t you answered your phone, and what the fuck are you doin’?” He gives me the once-over and smirks. “I take it you didn’t sleep on the couch last night.”
I glance at the couch and see my phone on the floor halfway under the coffee table. Must’ve fallen there when I stumbled us into the bedroom last night.
I head for the kitchen. “No more questions till I’ve at least had one cup of coffee.”
Smoke makes a show of looking at his watch. “Since when do you sleep past seven, woman in your bed or not?”
I measure out the coffee, pour in the water, then stare at the machine, willing it to go faster. “Since I didn’t get to bed till almost three in the morning.”
“Well, that’s a fuckin’ lie, ‘cause we were all still here at three, and from the looks of you, I’d say you spent at least another hour fuckin’ your brains out.”
“Two.” I throw his smirk back at him ‘cause, shit, I haven’t even had my coffee yet.
Enough coffee finally brews for me to pour off a cup. I don’t offer any to Smoke ‘cause it’s obvious I need this more than him.
I add cream and sugar. Yeah, I like it that way, and I don’t give a shit what anyone says.
Smoke spreads his arms wide. “So?”
I peer at him from over my coffee cup. “What?”
“C’mon, fucker, don’t make me work for it. How does she know Benito?”
I refill my cup and head for the couch with Smoke close behind me. “Eduardo’s her brother.”
“Deadbeat Eduardo who can’t show up on time?”
“The very same.”
“Shit.” Smoke screws up his face. “But it was Benito’s name she kept repeating.”
“That’s ‘cause he’s been holding her hostage and using her as a drug mule for the last six months.” I grab for the pack of cigs on the coffee table, plug one between my lips, light up and drag deep.
I give Smoke the condensed version of Martina’s story, highlighting the fact that Eduardo sold his own sister to the cartel.
“What a fuckin’ loser.” Smoke shakes his head. “I’ve done some bad shit, but that tops all.”
“That’s why she freaked out. She thought Benito was here for her.” I take another drag, along with a gulp of coffee.
“This thing between you and her.” Smoke waves his hand toward the bedroom. “How does that play out with the deal we wanna make with Benito?”
“I don’t see where it does.”
“You’re fuckin’ kidding, right?”
“The only past she has with Benito is him holding her hostage, something that will never happen again as long as I’m alive.”
“See, right there.” Smoke points to me. “You’re all about protecting her.”
“And if I remember correctly, we stormed Hector’s villa to rescue Marisol then left in a blaze of gunfire.”
Smoke stays quiet, and I know I’ve made my point.
“There’s no fuckin’ way I’m putting Martina in that kinda danger again.”
“Benito is business; she’s personal,” Smoke counters. “You can’t let this interfere with the casino deal we already set up with him. We can’t funnel any more into the garage or the fight club without raising suspicion, so we need this deal, no matter what happens with you and her.”
“When have I ever let a woman interfere with business?”
“Just make sure this isn’t a first.”
“You got nothing to worry about, ‘cause the club and my brothers will always be my first priority.”
“Good, for a minute there, you were scaring me. Shit, I don’t wanna see anything bad happen to her, but we can’t let this deal get fucked up because of a woman.”
“Totally agree.” I bite back what I really want to say. “But you can’t blame me for wanting to get my dick wet.” That should satisfy my prez until I can figure this shit out.
Smoke slaps me on the back. “Pussy is pussy, but the club is forever.”
“Absolutely, brother.” We tap fists, and Smoke gives me the once-over. “She must be one hot piece of ass ‘cause you look like you got your bell rung.”
I nod and smile ‘cause that’s what Smoke expects. I have no intention of telling him how I really feel about Martina or that I’d never do anything to jeopardize her safety.