Chapter 36 – Diesel
“I opened her twat wide and shoved four fingers in.” Torrin snickered, puffed his cigarette, and then continued. “She creamed all over my hand. Juiciest, loosest pussy I ever fucked.”
Joining the laughter, Diesel flicked ashes from his cigarette. He’d intended to shower in a guestroom—his was still destroyed—and then wait until it was time to go to Celia’s. Instead, his friends made their way downstairs, after delivering a ton of luggage for Aunt Meggie and Rebel.
He had time to change—CJ wasn’t even home yet and he’d already brought Jana her diamond bracelet to wear tonight, so he went outside on the landing to smoke, shoot the shit, and unwind.
He’d had a relatively easy day, filled with two meetings, several phone calls, and signing his new contract as a junior partner at the firm.
Brooks had been a no-show. Probably because he’d feared Uncle Christopher arriving and dragging him to the meat shack.
Kendall hadn’t allowed them to do it last night.
Her only concession was waiting for Brooks outside so they could talk to him.
Once Diesel related what Kendall told him about Charlotte’s visit, Uncle Christopher and Bash informed Brooks of his wife’s Salt Lake City excursion. Diesel almost felt sorry for Brooks at his haggard defeat and dawning grief.
He knew that bitch would die very soon.
“What’s Miss Loose Pussy’s name?” Narci asked, laughing as if the conversation had continued. “I might have to sample her pussy myself,” Narci said.
“Fuck, bro, I’m curious, too,” Potter admitted. “Can’t be one of the regulars.”
Diesel jammed the cigarette in the corner of his mouth and squinted. The smoke irritated his eyes, but he’d forgotten to text Uncle Christopher that as soon as he was free, Diesel needed to talk to him about Tabitha. He was almost certain that cunt would be at Celia’s. “I’m curious, too.”
“Fuck off, D. You’re committed to Jana,” Narci reminded him. “Remember?”
After not finding his phone in any of his pockets, he patted himself just to be thorough, although he knew it was a waste of time. A picture of his phone in its dashboard holder rose in his head and he grimaced. He’d left it in his car.
“My commitment to her doesn’t preclude me from enjoying your escapades,” Diesel said, giving up his search and taking the cigarette back between his fingers.
“Besides, Jana told me she doesn’t mind if I sleep with other women.
She wants to be with me when I do it, but even if I fuck a girl without her, she’ll forgive me.
All I have to do is say I was trying the pussy out so she could have the best.”
Torrin frowned, walked to the big ashtray filled with sand that they’d borrowed from inside, and discarded his cigarette. “Fuck, bro. I want a woman like her.”
“Me, too,” Narci said woefully.
“You already have her, motherfucker,” Diesel reminded him. “Tennysee.”
Narci huffed. “Would every motherfucker stop trying to push Ten down my fucking throat?”
“You keep her pussy in your mouth, so you do an excellent job of that yourself,” Diesel retorted.
“Her pussy is delicious,” Narci replied. “I’m addicted to her taste. I just fucking hate her neediness and clinginess.”
“She wouldn’t be either if you didn’t pull her in and push her away,” Potter said, getting rid of his cigarette, too. “You know she’s into you. Either make it clear you only want to fuck her or give her a shot.”
“She doesn’t only fuck me,” Narci reminded them. “Just last night, I found her bouncing on that skinny motherfucker’s cock in the storeroom.”
“Kenny?” Potter asked.
“That’s the one.”
“She is a club girl, fuckhead,” Diesel said. “There for our fucking pleasure. If she can’t do her job—”
“She isn’t official yet,” Narci grumbled. “After Nyx got fucked up, Outlaw hasn’t even scheduled any more initiations.”
True, but it had more to do with their family rather than that dead cunt.
Diesel walked to the ashtray. “Tennysee has a crush on Grant Harrington and you have a problem with that. If you don’t want her on the back of your bike, give her your blessings…
no, encourage her to see where it goes with him.
He’s a good motherfucker and wealthy. She’s sweet, if a little mousy—” Kind of like Jana— “Grant would spoil her. If you don’t want her, don’t block her from potential happiness. ”
“Aren’t you the fucking romantic suddenly?” Narci snapped, Diesel’s advice touching a nerve.
“Call it what the fuck you want,” Diesel said coldly. “I stand by my fucking words.”
At the sound of the opening door, Diesel half-turned and met Rebel’s blue gaze. She narrowed her eyes, glanced from Torrin to Narci, and finally, Potter. He was the only one she smiled at.
“Hey, Potter,” she greeted, walking outside and closing the door behind her. “How are you?”
Looking hesitantly at Diesel, Potter cleared his throat. “Uh, hey, Reb. I’m fine. You?”
“Excellent. On my way to get Cove for Aunt Bunny and warm a plate of food for Uncle Digger’s snack since dinner is still hours away.”
“Bunny must want him dead if she’s sending you,” Diesel said dryly.
Instead of responding, she cut her eyes at him. “I know someone else I want dead,” she said darkly.
“You want me fucking dead?”
“I want you fucking gone,” she snapped, and started past him.
But he couldn’t let her continue ignoring him, so he grabbed her arm. And she clocked his fucking jaw.
“Ouch, you little cunt!”
“That’s fucking better than being a fucking bitch,” she snarled.
Laughter bubbled from Diesel, but he bit his lip, refusing to give an inch. She wore a denim romper and sneakers with crew cut socks, a simple outfit, that unfortunately, made him wonder about underneath after Jana’s oversharing on Rebel’s bras and panties.
He grabbed her arm again, determined to exert some authority over her. “Most girls would be devastated that I called them a cunt. They’d cry and ask why.”
“Yeah, and you go for the fucking jugular, right, fuckface?” Rebel tossed her hair, filling his nostrils with the scent of bergamot, and jabbed her finger on his forehead.
“That just proves my fucking point—you’re a fucking psychopath.
The day I fucking fold because you called me a fucking name is the fucking day I kill you.
” She jerked her arm away. “Now, move, so I can go.”
“Where’s Kaia? What did you two do in LA?”
She smirked. “I rode him all night and then let him do it to me doggie style. Just like I see in your porn videos.”
Diesel choked, even more outraged because of Torrin’s snickers. “Do you know how old you are?”
“Do you? Don’t talk to me about my fucking age when you lured me into the natatorium just so I could see you having sex. Fuck you.”
He reached for her and she raised her fists.
“If you touch me for any reason, I will break your nose,” she warned.
“Do you really want to fucking challenge me, Rebel?”
Wariness entered her eyes and her arms slackened. The moment she dropped her guard, he snatched her into his arms, and twisted her, her back to his front. He put her in a chokehold, then wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Keep still,” he warned her. “Your struggles are only tightening my hold, Rebel.”
She stilled. Pretending he didn’t have a sudden erection, Diesel had never been so grateful that she listened.
“Now, brat. This is the last fucking time I’m apologizing to you.
I regret what I did. Accept the apology, forgive me, and let’s move on.
Stop acting like it’s the end of the fucking world because you saw me fucking Jana.
I’m going to marry her. We have sex. We fuck.
We sixty-nine. She sucks my cock and I eat her pussy. ”
“I fucking hate you,” she said. For the first time, he heard a chink in her armor. “Let me go.”
“Tell me you forgive me, Rebel.”
“Momma wants me to.”
“Aunt Meggie’s a very wise woman.”
She was silent, then she rallied. “You want my forgiveness? You have to do something for me.”
“That isn’t how this works.”
“Motherfucker, it’s exactly how it works. I don’t ever have to forgive you. If you want my forgiveness, you’re doing this.”
“You’re so fucking spoiled and frustrating,” he growled. “Not many men will put up with this.”
“As opposed to who? You?” she sneered, her tone cutting through him. “I will respect a man as much as he respects me.”
“For argument’s sake, what do you want me to do for your precious forgiveness?”
“Tell me what Kaia did,” she announced, shocking Diesel into releasing his hold on her. “Momma’s sending him away. Probably to London. Axel shaved his eyebrows and his hair. Momma said she just wants to give him an opportunity and Axel said he insulted me. So, tell me. What did Kaia do?”
This was Diesel’s chance to get rid of Kaia once and for all. Except Aunt Meggie wouldn’t want Rebel to suffer that type of pain. Neither did Diesel. She was so fucking young—had so much to learn.
Facing him, she met his gaze, hers so blue they were like cornflowers on a sunny day. “Tell me.”
“What do you think he did?” Torrin asked.
Rebel glanced over her shoulder, allowing Diesel to study her perfect profile and smooth skin. “I’ve thought about it long and hard since I had the conversation with Momma. If she wants him gone after she was so determined to have him here, I think it has to do with a club girl. Specifically, Fia.”
Wincing, Diesel scrubbed a hand over his face and heaved in a sigh, then gave Torrin a slight shake of his head, so he wouldn’t tell her either.
“Then I guess you won’t forgive me, Rebel,” Diesel said coldly, so fucking regretful and frustrated, he wanted to fucking scream.
“Then I guess I won’t,” she told him with finality.
Diesel thrust his fingers through his hair. “You had no intentions of forgiving me in the first fucking place,” he spat, attempting to guilt her.