Chapter 20
DIESEL
I’d been watching all night, taking my time and letting the sight of Callie with Colt and Hawk undo years of regret and anger at myself.
If I’d been quicker to reassure her, she might have stayed.
My inability to give her the words she needed created a chasm of emptiness that I’d been unable to fill.
This helped. Her responsiveness invigorated me in a way I hadn’t experienced in years. Hawk and Colt had given her pleasure multiple times, and she still wanted more.
I’d stood back and waited because she was worth it. We might all be in the room together, but I wanted her to myself for just a little while.
Hawk stepped back from her, his hand trailing down her arm before it dropped.
Colt pressed his mouth to her temple and moved to the far counter, giving us room without having to ask.
The kitchen smelled like sex. I breathed it in deep, committing the scent to memory.
Callie sat backward in the chair, her arms crossed on the back and her fingers spinning the thin gold chain around her finger.
A sparrow tattoo on her ribs fluttered with her breathing, making the wings appear to move.
She hadn’t had it the last time we were together.
Another question I needed to ask but found I couldn’t put into words.
Her hair feathered around her face in waves that had broken loose from her braid. She raised her eyes and met my gaze, her smile going soft and crooked. “What about you, Diesel? You’re all cocked and ready. I’m assuming you want a piece?”
I pushed off the wall. “No.” I took a step, then another. I cupped her face in my hands, making sure she couldn’t reach my cock with that perfect mouth. “I don’t want a piece. I want all of it, Callie. I need all of you.”
Her cheeks heated beneath my palms and her lashes fluttered. “I’m not sure what that means.” Her lips parted and the slight tension I’d seen in her shoulders released.
I reached down and took her hands, turning them over to reflect the soft light from overhead. The blistering had stopped, the worst of the raw skin beginning to heal. I turned her palms over and rubbed her knuckles, then moved to her wrists.
“Diesel.”
I shook my head. “Give me a second.” As usual, words failed me.
How did I tell her that what I needed was a promise that she wouldn’t cut us out of her life?
What I needed was a way to say it that didn’t scare her.
I released her hands and traced the thin chain around her neck all the way to the scoop in the valley between her breasts. “Tell me what you want.”
Most men didn’t ask. I’d learned a long time ago that asking wasn’t a weakness.
I’d spent enough time watching Callie to recognize she’d been around enough men who didn’t ask.
I refused to be one of them. She liked when Hawk took control.
But she also melted when given permission to voice her wants.
Grinning up at me, she flicked my nipples with her fingertips. “You. That’s what I want.” She kissed the underside of my jaw. “Stop being so careful.”
“Every time we fuck doesn’t have to be a rough and tumble.” I swept her hair away from her face and kissed the tip of her nose. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“First you don’t talk at all, and now, when you do, it’s like this.
” She shook her head and blew out an exasperated breath.
A quick look skimmed over my body and settled on my cock inches from her.
“I want you inside me, Diesel. If I had all night, I’d suck your cock and ride your face in a full sixty nine. ”
God I wanted that. I craved the feel of her on my face, the moans she’d make around my cock. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”
“No.” She stood, her fingers skimming over my chest and around my waist. “When we do that, I want a bedroom. I want all night. I’m not in the place to handle that right now. So what I need, right now, is for you to take it all away. Make me forget this awful week and let me feel something good.”
But not for long. Not long enough to do all the things she wanted.
Because she had other obligations, a child to take care of.
I understood. “Turn around. Let Hawk and Colt see you.” I lifted her leg so her foot rested on the chair and walked around behind her.
It took a little work, but I managed to guide my cock to her entrance and slid deep.
Her groan rattled my chest, and she pressed her spine into my sternum.
I touched her everywhere I could reach. First her nipples, playing with one while pinching her clit, then rolling both nipples between my thumb and forefingers while stroking her with my cock. The second groan came with a spasm across her stomach. “Deeper, Diesel. Yes. Like that. Keep doing that.”
I followed her instructions to the letter.
Deeper. Harder. Faster. Until we were both slicked with sweat and our bodies slapped together with a deep clapping noise that joined our grunts and groans.
I palmed her breasts and slammed the full weight of my cock into her, sending her up onto her toes. “Fuck.”
“Oh god. Do that again.”
Giving her everything she wanted, everything she asked for, had never been easier. When she fell apart with a cry, my name on her lips, I followed her over the edge, happy to have been given a chance to make things right.
Once the orgasm slowed, I kissed her shoulder and pulled her hips against mine.
“I’m sorry I failed you.” My breath fluttered the hair around her ear.
“I’m sorry I hesitated when you asked if you were a problem.
You were not the problem, Callie. I was.
I am.” I left it at that as I withdrew and turned her around to kiss her properly.
All those years and I’d been denied the chance to apologize. Not anymore.