Chapter 28
Ember
Earlier, we spent two hours planning in Diego’s office and while I’m not a hundred percent on the plan, I think it’s our best option.
And now it’s time for my first Royal Bastard’s party.
I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
I’m wearing a Royal Bastard’s tank top that Diego gave me along with a pair of shorts and the only pair of sandals I grabbed from home—they are black, flat sandals that lace up my legs, stopping just below my knees.
I unbraided my hair, and for once, I decided to just let it hang in loose waves down to my waist. As for my makeup, I kept it fairly simple with natural eyeshadow and blush, mascara, and a shimmery lip gloss.
For jewelry, I’m fairly limited since I only have what I took off before my fight with Luna—silver hoops, a thin silver bracelet, and a locket from my mother that has a picture of Pyper and I with Mom inside it.
Finally, I slip on one of the rings my mom always wore—a black hills gold ring with a sapphire in the center.
Pyper has the same ring but hers has an emerald in it.
Mom had bought them because they are our birthstones.
I reach behind me and take my cut off the hook on the wall and slip it on. My fingers trace over my road name patch, and for a moment, emotion overwhelms me. I still can’t believe that this is my life now. That Pyper, Rochelle, and I are no longer trapped under the Chrome Viper’s or Oasis’ thumb.
Well, sort of.
After we deal with them once and for all, I mean. But I never thought I’d be a part of another motorcycle club again. Not after everything I saw and experienced with the Chrome Vipers.
But here I am.
Officially tied to another club as Tico’s Ol’ Lady. And not just any Ol’ Lady. The President’s Ol’ Lady.
I take a steadying breath at that.
Then my eyes widen.
Shit.
I’m the President’s Ol’ Lady.
Arms wrap around me and I startle. My head whips up to see who’s behind me in the mirror, but then my body relaxes when I see it’s Diego.
He kisses my shoulder. “It finally hit you, didn’t it?” he asks quietly and I can see myself blushing in the mirror.
“Yeah, it did.”
“You’re still okay with it?”
I turn in his arms and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Yeah, I am. It just hit me that I’m the President’s Ol’ Lady, and while I know that requires extra responsibilities, I’m not fully sure what all those responsibilities are.
I was six when Daemon’s parents were killed and Scooter never had an Ol’ Lady, so I don’t really know what all I’m supposed to do. ”
He leans down, kissing my forehead. “You’re basically the Queen of the club.
The bunnies will eventually report to you, and essentially, you’re above any other Ol’ Lady that joins our club in the future.
Later, we can discuss everything in detail.
When you’re ready, we’ll announce the reporting change to the bunnies. ”
I nod slowly, absorbing everything.
His hands tighten on my waist and his chocolate eyes turn molten. “You are sexy as fuck tonight, Vicious. It’s going to be hard keeping my hands to myself.”
I bite my lower lip, suddenly nervous while at the same time, insanely aroused.
“What… What if I’m okay with that? Not keeping your hands to yourself, I mean?”
His grip tightens even more and I can feel him hardening against my stomach. Then his hands come up to cup my cheeks.
“Vicious, I don’t want you making this decision because it’s something you think I want you to say yes to. I may be a pinche pendejo (fucking asshole), but I would never force you to do something you are not ready for.”
I pause at his Spanish. I’ve heard ‘pendejo’ before, but from context, I’m going to assume he meant fucking asshole.
Diego gives me a small, sort of embarrassed smile. “Perdón (Sorry). I just assumed since you caught the other stuff I’ve said that you knew more Espanol (Spanish). It means ‘fucking asshole’.”
I huff, but I can’t stop my smile as I gently shake my head.
“I did understand most of what you said before, and then I guessed on the rest. I took four years of Spanish in high school and I learned a little more when I worked as a bartender, but I’d forgotten what ‘pinche’ meant in that sense. I’ll have to brush up on my Spanish.”
He kisses my forehead again. “If there’s anything I say that you don’t understand, just let me know. It slips out without me even thinking about it anymore.”
“Will do.” I pause for a moment and then I tighten my arms around him as I make my decision. “I did mean it though, Diego. I’m ready…and I want it to be you.”
I feel him harden further against me as his eyes darken even more, if that’s even possible. His lips crash down on me and I moan into the kiss. After a few moments, he kisses down my chin and my neck.
“Por favor (Please). Can I taste you, Ember?” He pauses as he groans. “I don’t think I’m gonna last all night unless I can at least taste you.”
I can’t help the moan that slips out of me. “Please,” I whimper.
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, he pops the button on my shorts and I shimmy out of them.
He groans when he sees me in a black thong. “Fucking hell, woman.”
He slips his fingers under the thin straps of my thong and my eyes widen with realization.
“Don’t you dare rip my thong off, Diego. I have a very limited clothing supply until I can go shopping.”
Diego groans like it pains him not to rip them off, but he thankfully doesn’t. Instead, he lowers them over my hips and my thong falls to my feet. His hands grip my waist and I hiss when my ass lands on the cool countertop. His hands land on my thighs and he pushes them wider.
“Ah!” I gasp out in shock when his tongue swipes through my pussy.
He groans. “Chingar (Fuck). I’m gonna be addicted to your fucking pussy, I can already tell.”
One of my hands flies to the back of his head while the other leans against the counter behind me for support.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I never thought I’d be one that would like someone going down on me, but fucking hell, if this is what it will feel like every time, then sign me the fuck up.
His chocolate eyes bore into me as he pushes a finger inside me while he continues to suck on my clit. At first it’s a little uncomfortable, kind of like the first time I used a tampon, but as he continues to pump his finger in and out of me, my hips grind harder against him, needing the friction.
When he inserts another finger, I can’t help but moan loudly, my eyes closing as my head falls back.
“Eyes on me, Vicious.”
My eyes snap forward as I look back down at him.
“Good girl.”
My thighs twitch and tremble at the phrase and a mischievous glint enters his eyes.
Then he adds one more finger and I have to fight to keep from closing my eyes in pleasure.
I don’t even recognize the sounds that are coming out of my mouth anymore.
I have no idea how loud I’m being but I’m surprised to find that I don’t care.
Diego’s fingers shift slightly and pleasure zings through me as he hits my g-spot.
“Fuck, Diego, right there, don’t stop,” I gasp out between breaths.
My fingers tighten in his hair as I grind harder against his face.
“I’m close, I’m so close.”
Diego shifts slightly, his teeth gently grazing my clit which sets off my orgasm.
“Diego!” I cry out and dots dance across my vision as I cum, my body shaking with little tremors as my orgasm fades.
Diego sits back on his heels as he wipes his face with the back of his hand before leaning forward and placing a kiss on my pussy. My body twitches again from overstimulation. When he stands and kisses me, I can taste myself on him. While it tastes a little strange, I find I don’t mind it.
“You are fucking beautiful when you cum, Vicious.”
I can only hum, my body completely blissed out, but then I feel him hard against me.
I reach up, teasingly running my fingers over his denim covered cock and he groans, resting his forehead against mine.
His breathing starts to turn ragged when I increase the pressure and I have a sudden urge to do something I’ve never done.
Then again, this is already a night of firsts.
I push slightly on his chest and he takes a step back. I slide from the vanity, my legs still feeling like jelly, but I somehow manage not to fall into a heap on the floor. When my knees hit the tile, Diego captures my wrists.
“You don’t have to, Vicious.”
“I want to.” Pulling my lower lip in between my teeth, suddenly feeling nervous but still determined to do this. “I…I’ve never done this before, though.”
Diego groans but something tells me he’s insanely loving the fact that he’ll soon have all of my firsts.
He releases my wrists and cups my jaw. “Take me out.”
My fingers tremble, both at the command in his voice and with excitement.
I fumble with his belt for a few moments before managing to finally get it undone and then I pop the button and lower his zipper.
I lower his jeans alongside his black boxers and my eyes widen when his dick slaps against his lower abdomen.
I stare at his cock, both worried and excited for later. He’s thick and long, but what really worries me is the glint of metal. A silver, heavy gauged ring. He’s got a fucking prince albert piercing.
“Your cock is pierced.”
My face flames when I hear him trying to stifle his laughter and I realize I said that out loud.
Pushing away my embarrassment, I lean forward and lick around the ring and a shuddery breath escapes him.
“Vicious,” he moans when I open my mouth and close my lips around his cock. His fingers thread into my hair, and I moan, loving the feeling but also appreciating that he isn’t forcing me.
I swirl my tongue around his shaft as I slowly start to bob my head, but my eyes stay glued on his face, watching to see what unravel him.
With each bob of my head, I gradually try to take more of him until he almost hits the back of my throat. I grip the base of his shaft and with the other hand, I place it on his thigh, balancing myself.
“Chingar (Fuck), Vicious,” he curses when I swirl my tongue around his ring as I pull back. His hips buck and I realize he’s trying very hard to hold back.
As I take him back in my mouth, I moan as I change my grip so that I’m gripping his thighs with both my hands. I try to convey what I mean with my eyes and his eyes darken in return. His hand on my cheek tightens for a moment before his thumb caresses my cheek.
“Do you want me to fuck your face, Vicious?”
I nod, well, as much as I can and moan. He groans in response as his other hand tightens in my hair.
“Tap my leg if it gets to be too much.”
I nod again and then shift my knees so that my legs are spread a bit more, giving me more balance.
Slowly, he starts thrusting into my mouth, and I love how his eyes become further hooded.
My pussy pulses at the look and hesitantly, I lower one of my hands and tentatively touch myself.
Diego moans again as his hips speed up. “Yes, Vicious. Make yourself cum while I’m fucking your luscious mouth.”
My thighs twitch and my body seems to become a puddle of goo at his dirty words. I never thought I’d be one to like praise and dirty talk in the bedroom, but apparently, I am.
I swirl my fingers around my clit, trying to mimic what his tongue had done earlier. With my other hand, I insert a couple of fingers, pumping them in and out, and it doesn’t take long before I can feel another orgasm quickly building.
“That’s it, Vicious. Fuck that pretty pussy with your fingers. And later tonight, I’m going to eat that perfect pussy again before I fuck you so much you’ll be feeling me for days.”
My body locks up as I cum hard at his words. The vibrations from my moans must trigger him because he curses and then his cum hits my tongue. I greedily swallow as much as I can and then surprise myself by licking him clean.
Diego cups my cheek again as my tongue flicks the tip of his cock teasingly. “Fuck, I may have created a monster,” he curses under his breath, and I can’t help the giggle that escapes me, which is so off brand for me. I hardly ever fucking giggle—it usually only happens when I’m talking with Pyper.
He bends down, lifting me back up before setting me back on the counter.
He rummages in the linen closet for a moment and comes back with a washcloth.
After wetting it, he cleans between my legs and then quickly wipes himself off.
He throws it over into the hamper and nestles in between my legs.
I reach up, wrapping my arms around his neck as his hands settle on his waist. He wastes no time before leaning down and kissing me, but unlike before, this one isn’t rushed.
A few moments later, he pulls back, both of us breathing hard. He stares at me for a moment and a twinge of worry hits me. He reaches up, his finger tracing my lips.
“Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough?” he asks and my earlier worry dissipates.
I shake my head. “No, Diego. It was perfect.”
He exhales heavily. “You’re fucking perfect for me,” he whispers and I shift, giving him a quick, gentle kiss.
“And you’re perfect for me.”