Chapter 8
DIESEL
SEVEN YEARS AGO…
I wanted to drive her mad more than I wanted anything in my life. The sounds she made, good god they were incredible. I’d never heard anything like it.
“I want you everywhere, Diesel.”
Well, she didn’t have to tell me twice.
Anything with a cock could drive into that sweet pussy and enjoy himself.
It took skill and knowledge to ensure Callie derived as much pleasure as possible from our quiet moment together.
Quiet on my part.
She made enough noise my silence didn’t matter.
And I kept my mouth occupied on every part I could reach.
A sort of sweet torture settled over me when she raked her nails over my shoulders and rucked my shirt up around the back fo my neck. “Lift your head.”
I did as she ordered, and she peeled the shirt off, tossing it aside.
Her tiny little inhale did wonderful things to my ego, more so when she ran her hands over my chest and arms, then back up again like she couldn’t get enough.
She palmed my erection, causing it to tighten and pulse.
I knew how good she would feel.
One night and I’d already accepted that Callie set a new standard for me.
I deserved to feel every bit of joy and I wouldn’t stop until she’d drained every last drop of pleasure from her orgasms.
I rubbed my cheek over her breast and dipped a finger into her folds, teasing her with the brush of my fingertip.
She hissed through her teeth, her hand pressing harder against my cock.
I added another finger, and her head fell back.
She managed to tuck her hand inside my jeans and around my cock but the angle was all wrong for a decent stroke.
Still, the feel of her fingers squeezing and releasing mimicked what would happen once she came on my cock, and the reminder pulsed my hips into her hand.
Callie moaned again and raised one arm over her head. Her breast jutted up, the cold air pebbling her skin.
I drew the nipple into my mouth and continued to suck.
I couldn’t stop touching her if I tried.
She made such interesting sounds, and I wanted to hear every single one a million times.
I’d happily spend days in this office, mapping her body and learning everything about her, including what exact combination it took for her to allow all three of us to fuck ourselves senseless inside her body.
I thrust my fingers deeper and curled them, then withdrew and repeated the motion until she squirmed and gasped, riding my hand.
“Your hands.” She groaned. “I love how they feel against my skin.”
The words alone almost set me back on my heels, but she tightened around my fingers, the softness a delicious contrast to my scarred knuckles.
Goosebumps rose on my bare arms, and I buried my head between her breasts, groaning with the weight of our combined need.
Lifting my head, I put a hand where my cheek had been and pushed her down onto the desk.
She stared up at me with a curious expression, a question on her lips.
I dropped to my knees, spread her legs wide, and thrust my tongue against her clit, pumping my fingers hard and fast in her pussy.
She’d taken all of us last time, but Colt had been there to help get her ready.
“Fuck.” A strained sound matched the tightness squeezing my fingers.
She muttered it under her breath over and over again, her hands locked on my head.
Her body moved, her hips rolling and pressing onto my tongue and fingers.
I understood the motion and sucked her clit, using the added pressure to push her toward her first climax.
It wouldn’t be the only one.
I fully intended on giving her my cock and enjoying that sweet torture of having her pussy squeeze me senseless.
I’d definitely lost my mind.
“Don’t stop.”
I glanced up in time to see Callie bare her teeth, her entire face contorting in a familiar grimace of pleasure.
Her inner thighs trembled, a series of convulsions shaking through her.
Her lips pursed, tiny pants combining with an “oh” that stretched and lingered.
I added a third finger and buried all three to the knuckle while swirling my tongue over her clit, then pressing hard in a repeating pattern.
Her hips circled to match my rhythm and she stiffened. “Oh god.”
There it was.
Her walls fluttered around my fingers, and she pressed down hard on my mouth.
It would be so easy to stand and bury my cock inside her, to feel her come apart.
I would.
Soon.
But this time I craved the sight of her coming undone from nothing more than my touch.
Her neck arched, the slim column working as she quaked and writhed.
I kept going, kept working my fingers and tongue until the rough sound of a sob caught in the air.
Only then did I lift off my knees, place my hands on either side of her head, and brace my weight over her.
Her hair had come undone during her climax, and it spilled around her face in a sheet of silk.
The bare light bulb hanging over my head cast a yellow glow over her face and neck, the rest of her shadowed by my body.
A tiny bruise marred her shoulder where Hawk had bit her. Soon, I’d leave my mark on her.
How many could I leave given the chance?
If it were up to me, we’d stay here until neither of us could walk, but that wasn’t exactly an option.
Anyone could knock on the door and end our moment together at any time.
Callie stared up at me, a tiny frown appearing. She reached up and traced the scar on my lower lip. “What happened?”
“Nothing important.” I trapped her hand against my cheek and kissed her palm.
My chest heaved, the need tightening into a singularly intrusive thought.
I traced the curve of her chin, down her collarbone, and over the swell of her breast. “You’re so damned beautiful.
” My voice came out low and rough. “Someone like me shouldn’t be near you. ”
“I want you to touch me. Touch me everywhere, Diesel.” She gripped my belt, unhooking it, then my pants, pushing them down over my hips and freeing my cock.
I groaned when she wrapped both hands around me and stroked down to the base and up again, the soft pads of her fingertips exploring the tip before going down again.
She guided the tip between her legs and rolled her hips. “Touch me, Diesel. Please touch me. Diesel. God I can’t stop saying your name. I want you.”
Muscles bunched across my chest and shoulders, and I leaned forward to drag my whiskered chin over her nipples.
She shuddered and arched into me, both hands tight around my shaft.
Her hips continued to move in that slow beckoning, easing the tip of my cock inside and stroking me with every movement.
She begged me to fill her up, and I inched deeper, taking advantage of her hip thrusts and countering them, creating a rhythm between us that sent sparks sizzling along my nerves.
I palmed both breasts, kneading them and pinching the nipples, listening to how she gasped and committing it to memory.
The scrape of my callused hands had the same effect as my whiskers, and she arched into every stroke. “Put your legs around my waist.”
She did so without a second of hesitation, widening her hips for better motion and pulling me deeper.
Fucking hell I couldn’t hold back much longer. I rolled her nipples harder, feeling her pussy tighten and release, and thrust into her.
“Yes.” Her eyes rolled back. “More. Give me all of it, Diesel.”
The way she said my name spiraled through my blood in a heated wave.
I pulled her closer, working my hand between us to finger her clit until she throbbed around me.
If she expected me to say anything else, she didn’t comment on my lack.
Then again, I kept my lips busy.
From licking to sucking to sometimes nuzzling the side of her neck, I made sure she felt every inch of my desire for her. And she made enough noise for both of us.
I sank to the hilt, withdrew, then did it again.
My toes curled in my boots.
I hadn’t bothered taking them or my pants off, and the band hooked beneath my ass, pinching when I pulled away from her.
The tiny bit of annoyance didn’t slow me down.
I pistoned my hips in long, fast strokes that rattled her body across the desk.
Not enough.
I couldn’t get the grip I wanted, so I grabbed her ass and hoisted her into the air, carrying her to the wall.
I braced my legs wider and held on to her ass, sliding her up and down my full length, breathing in every gasp, every rock of her hips as she took me completely.
My scalp tingled with the impending orgasm.
I bit the inside of my cheek to give myself a few more minutes of control.
Callie panted into the curve of my neck, and I sank my teeth into the softness of her shoulder.
Not enough to break the skin but it would leave a mark.
She didn’t hesitate to bite me right back, and the sharp sting nearly pushed me over the edge.
What was I going to do without this sweetness once Hawk found out?
No time to think about that. I focused on Callie and nothing else.
Her nipples grazed my chest, and when she bowed her back for a better angle, I nipped the underside of her breast.
Her pussy squeezed my cock hard enough to draw out a grunt.
“I need you to come again, Callie.” The single sentence wrenched out of me before I could stop it.
“Don’t worry, I will.” She palmed my shoulders and pushed her spine into the wall, using the two to brace and ride my cock hard and fast. “I want to feel you come inside me again.”
Fuck this woman.
I’d never experienced anything like the growing ache in my chest every time I thought about never doing this again, never hearing her say my name or groan in that raspy voice.
I palmed her ass and hips and slammed into her.
Her head lolled to one side, her eyes locking on mine. “That feels good. Do it again.”
I did.
Again.
And again.
I pounded into her until the sound of skin on skin, pants, and groans filled my ears.
Nothing else mattered except watching her come apart at the seams.
I’d never given much thought to that before, even thought I took great pride in pleasing my partners, but seeing Callie gave me a sense of satisfaction.
“Come with me, Diesel.” She paired the order with a quick pulse of her hips. “I’m right there. I just need to feel you. There.” I bottomed out inside her, relishing the hiss of pleasure when she sang my name. “Yes. Right there. Come on. Come with me.”
My lips parted, a declaration on my lips. I palmed the back of her head and tucked her body against mine, pinning her between my chest and the wall.
My hips bucked, my cock throbbing tighter than ever.
“Now. Right fucking now.” She slammed her hips down, her body going rigid.
Her pussy spasmed and locked around my cock, and I had no choice but to follow her over with a groan that ripped out of my soul.
We clung to each other, our breaths crashing in heaving gasps and skin slick with sweat.
What if we had to ask her to choose?
No.
This wasn’t that kind of thing.
We had sex.
Nothing more.
I swept her hair off her neck and kissed the mark I’d made on her shoulder.
She unhooked her legs, and I lowered her to the floor.
My hands lingered, and so did my eyes.
I’d never seen her naked in the light of day and even though our night together showed me more than her body, the view in front of me stole my heart.
She didn’t apologize or give any of that coy fake casual bullshit.
She piled her hair into a messy knot and sized me up with a look. “What happens now? What does any of this mean? I like having sex with you, with all of you. But we can’t do that because the club has rules?”
I withdrew my cock from her and tucked it into my pants, zipping and buttoning them while contemplating the answer.
“It’s not a simple question, Callie. I know it sounds like I should be able to say yes or no, but…
” I shrugged. This was more than desire.
It was about what the club would and would not tolerate from us.
I couldn’t answer what Hawk would be willing to sacrifice for her, or whether Colt would ever be stable enough to stick around.
“If we don’t follow the rules, then how can we ask anyone else to? ”
“I get that.” She yanked her clothes up from the floor and shoved her feet into her jeans, sliding them over her hips with a rasping laugh. “I guess I just thought that it might be different.” Her gaze shuttered, her face going blank.
It was the equivalent of a light going off, the illumination fleeing her face and vanishing like it had never been there at all.
Less than a foot separated us, but it might as well have been a county.
Her movements turned jerky.
“What do you want from us?” I asked the question slowly. Her response to it mattered as much as the answer.
She stilled with both arms in the shirt, the material bunched in the middle of pulling it over her head.
Her fingers twitched. “I’d like to not be a problem. I’m something you want but not something you can keep.”
“You’re not a problem.” I almost reached for her, but every other woman I’d ever been with had moved away from me once we left the bed. They might like my hands during sex, but they wanted nothing to do with me after. I wouldn’t put myself in line to face that rejection again.
“You can’t have it both ways.” She yanked the shirt over her head, clasped her bra, and tucked the shirt into the front of her pants. “Either being with me breaks the rules, or it doesn’t.”
“It does if we all want to be with you.” I thought she’d understood this, but maybe I hadn’t explained it well enough.
Wouldn’t be the first time I screwed up an important conversation. And people wondered why I rarely spoke.
This was why.
With a flick of her wrist, she unlocked the door. “Don’t worry about it.”
And with nothing more than a backward glance, she left the office, crossed the bay, and swung onto her bike. The engine revved and she drove away.