Chapter Diesel #2
“Can you prove it? Besides, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t concede to you when odds are so clearly stacked against you.”
“Oh, fuck off,” she said without heat, and he smiled at her.
“Come here, babe.”
Rebel slid off the swing and went to Kaia, stopping in front of him.
He stared at her mouth before he opened his thighs and pulled her into their vee, drawing her closer and slipping his fingers through her hair.
The only thing she knew how to do was press her lips against his and hope he took over, which he did, although she felt awkward and inexperienced. Following his lead and closing her eyes, she put her arms around his neck, playing with the hair at his nape.
Grunting, he took her face between his hands and pulled away.
Rebel popped her eyes open. “I wasn’t doing it right?”
He smiled and thumbed her lips. “You just need a little practice, babe.”
Embarrassed by his answer, Rebel nodded and stepped away from him. “Harley’s play is tonight, so I think I’ll take a nap.”
“Cool.”
“Would you like to be my date?” she mumbled, unable to meet his gaze.
“Sure, babe. Romeo and Juliet, right?”
“Yes,” she said with a dramatic groan. “I don’t know why they just can’t let dead motherfuckers rest. He probably bored himself to death.”
Kaia chuckled. “We’ll get through it together.”
“Okay.”
Before she hopped onto his back again, he stole another kiss from her. Rebel decided she couldn’t have been that bad if he kissed her again.
Jana walked up the pool steps and smiled at Diesel, her nude body dripping and her hair plastered to her head. She walked to where he sat on the chaise lounge Rebel had used the night Rule attacked her.
“Are you ready for round two?” Jana asked, trying to climb onto him.
He sat up and nodded to the seat next to his. “Not quite,” he told her.
Now that Rebel saw him with Jana, his desire for her disintegrated.
Since he’d found Rebel in Kaia’s room, he’d wanted to hurt her.
How fucking dare she allow that emo motherfucker to touch her?
In the wake of what Ryan did, Diesel buried his anger over her kiss.
Then, she had the fucking gall to defend what she’d done and referred to Kaia as her boyfriend?
Yes, fuck. His jealousy had gotten the best of him. It didn’t fucking matter how fucking old she was or who the fuck she was to him. He wanted to make her pay since he couldn’t break Kaia in two.
She’d been late coming to the natatorium. He hadn’t intended to stick his cock in Jana. Just have her suck him off, but fuck, Jana had wanted his dick in her pussy. Thinking that maybe Rebel changed her mind, he’d given in and fucked Jana.
As much pleasure as he’d once gotten from her—and sometimes still did—he’d only wanted to finish. But the music ended and he heard Rebel’s gasp. He wasn’t a man to shy away from revenge, even when it was fucked up like in this instance, so he’d doubled down.
He knew the exact moment she realized what he’d done and why. Before he could pull out of Jana, Rebel ran away. Instead of letting him go, Jana tightened her beaver and lifted her hips.
Diesel decided he’d deal with Rebel later. Now, he regretted his rashness. Rebel didn’t have a normal fucking temper.
Jana slid to her knees and closed the distance between them, inserting herself between his thighs. “Let’s go to the treehouse.”
“I have a lot to do, sweetheart.”
“I thought Rebel was coming in.”
“She must’ve changed her mind.”
“I’m kind of glad, but don’t tell her I said that. If she’d been here, we couldn’t have had amazing poolside sex.”
“You’re right,” he said politely, wanting to search for Rebel. “Get dressed, babe. I’ve goofed off enough.”
“When will the repairs in your bathroom get finished?” Jana asked, standing up and collecting her boy shorts and bra as he put his clothes back on.
He’d never intended to swim, so he hadn’t bothered with swim trunks.
Jana, on the other hand, didn’t have an actual bathing suit. “I liked sleeping in your room.”
“Soon,” he promised.
“I was thinking we should go to the movies tonight.”
“Can’t. I’m going to watch my cousin in a play.”
“Can I come?”
“Absolutely not.” Her face fell and Diesel sighed. After the hell of yesterday, he didn’t want either Kendall or Mattie to see Jana, suddenly put two and two together and spiral even more. “I’ll bring us food and spend the night with you once I get home.”
“Do you promise?”
He shrugged, not wanting to commit to anything. He hadn’t even told her about his birthday party tomorrow at the club, which he probably should.
Ten minutes later, he convinced her to put on her robe and flip-flops and leave him the fuck alone. He walked her to the pathway, gave her a quick kiss, then went in search of Rebel.
Bishop was just walking out of the kitchen. “Hey, bro.”
“Have you seen Rebel?” Diesel asked, uninterested in small talk.
“Kaia told me she was taking a nap.”
“A fucking nap?” Diesel asked dubiously. “Like a little kid?”
“That’s what he said.”
“And he knows this how?”
“I don’t fucking know, Diesel,” Bishop snapped. “Find him and ask him. Or ask him later, since Rebel invited him to be her date at Harley’s play.”
“She did what? And now she’s taking a nap?”
“You all were at the club until late and then she got up early for her appointment. I guess she’s tired.”
Stretch and Val were performing system wide security checks, so Diesel knew he wouldn’t be caught if he went to her room. Which he did. Promptly.
“Go away, fuckhead,” she ordered when he revealed his identity at her locked door.
He wouldn’t argue with her. Since he didn’t have his picks on him, he took his blade from his coat pocket and jimmied the lock, then burst into her room.
She lifted her head from her pillow but didn’t sit up. “Get out.”
“You can’t actually care that I was having sex with the woman I intend to marry?” he asked with biting sarcasm, throwing a version of her words back at her.
“I care that you set me up, fuckhead. I trusted you. You fucking knew how hard it was for me to even decide to go in the natatorium.”
“Don’t turn this around on me!”
“I’ll turn this motherfucker around and upside down, you miserable fucking bastard.”
He was about to blast her for sounding so fucking grown up when Rebel did something Diesel never expected. She sobbed. Because of him. And when he went to her bedside, intending to take her in his arms and hug her, she scrambled back.
He froze. “I’m sorry—”
“Fuck you. I don’t care. Keep your fucking apology. You play fucking mind games, but you’re not doing them to me. I hate the sight of your fucking face and the sound of your evil voice.”
“Rebel—”
“Go away,” she cried, tears sliding down her cheeks fast and furious.
“Don’t hate me.”
“Fuck you,” she spat again, kicking her covers. “I fucking loathe you.”
“You know I’m marrying Jana. What the fuck do you think we do? Hold hands?”
Snatching her pillow, she rose to her knees and threw it at his head. He barely felt it, too focused on her sleeveless tank top and pretty panties.
“I know what you do with her,” she said, the sound of her voice snapping Diesel back to the conversation and away from her body.
“If I had accidentally walked in while you were having s-sex, that would’ve been bad enough, but you set me up and that’s unforgivable, especially because I didn’t do you anything. How could you do that to me?”
He approached her bed cautiously and sat at the foot when she didn’t throw anything else at him. “If it matters to you, you must not like Kaia as much as you claim.”
She gave him an incredulous look. “Were you dropped on your fucking head as a baby, dickhead?”
“I don’t know,” he growled. “Since my father is dead and my mother won’t remember me, I can’t fucking ask them.”
She kicked him. “Don’t even try to make me empathize with you. You don’t fucking deserve it. For your information, you fucking psychopath, the fucking reason you let me walk in on you and Jana matters.”
He didn’t fucking like the sound of that at all. “I call bullshit. Seeing me fuck Jana and wishing it was you under me is what’s set you off.”
“Ha. You can call horse shit and it doesn’t make it fucking true. You hurt me intentionally. Is that clear enough for you? Or do I fucking need to draw a diagram?”
“At least fucking admit you were jealous.”
“I would rather be fed to fucking sharks. Get out of my fucking room before I fucking drag you out.”
He made the mistake of laughing at her, not fucking expecting the wild little bitch to fucking punch the side of his fucking head and knock him off the bed.
He rose to his knees and grabbed her ankle, intending to drag her onto his lap and spank her fucking ass.
Instead, she tried to kick him in his throat.
Luckily, she couldn’t get enough momentum.
Somehow, he managed to fucking grab her, shake her, and pin her to the bed, holding her arms above her head, her curves pressed against him.
“Listen to me and listen well, Rebel. Stop fucking with me.”
“Who’s in who’s room, motherfucker?” she yelled.
“We both know you don’t, and could never, fucking hate me. I’m sorry for what I did. That was wrong, but stop fucking with me,” he repeated. “Get out of my fucking head. Know your fucking place and behave, goddamn you.”
“Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you. I don’t have to fucking behave. Not now and not ever. Especially not to a motherfucker who does a fucking happy dance whenever he hurts someone. Fuck you.”
He shook her again, simply because he wanted to kiss her, and couldn’t. “Shut your fucking mouth, Rebel. Get the fuck out of my head.”
“If I’m in your fucking head, it’s because you’re fucking insane. Get some fucking help.”
“The day you turn eighteen, I’m going to fuck you out of my system and never fucking look at you again.”
“Motherfucker, if you touch me that day or any other fucking day, I will geld you. You’re not fucking using me to make another girl jealous. And you’re definitely not using me to repay Jana for some infraction she may have committed.”
“When I fuck you, it won’t have to do with anything except exorcising you from my fucking head.”
“Then, fuckhead, I will haunt you for the rest of your fucking life because you are not touching me. Not then. Not ever.”
Diesel ignored her, so fucking frustrated he wanted to scream. “The day I take you, you better be a virgin.”
“My body. My fucking choice. Remember? Now, anything else?”
“I’ve told you what’s going to happen, and I’ve told you what I expect, so no.”
“Then would you please let me go and get the fuck off me?”
“Beg me.”
She started struggling underneath him, but he tightened his hold.
“You really think you can ignore my demands?” he asked her, changing tactics on her.
“Why are you torturing me?” she asked him, tears rushing to her eyes again.
“You and Daddy are so unfair to me. I can’t be your sister and your…
I don’t even know what you’d call me. You’re marrying Jana.
I won’t be hidden and I won’t be second choice in any man’s life.
You both expect me to honor the boundaries of your relationship with her and our longstanding family ties.
I want a chance with Kaia. Why can’t you respect that? ”
“Tell me you were jealous and I’ll leave you alone, Rebel.”
“Then find a fucking tent and move the fuck in. I’m not saying it.”
“Is it because the words aren’t true or because you’re stubborn?”
Her putrid look answered his question, so he smiled in triumph and moved off her, pretending he wasn’t more aroused than he’d ever been in his fucking life as he left her alone.