Page 114 of Diesel's Perseverance
“The weird thing is that I haven’t seen him at all since I got here.”
“He’s keeping a low profile.”
“I was freaked out, but Welder was great.”
“Yeah, he told me you’d asked for some help.”
“I didn’t tell him why or anything because I’ve caught on that ‘mum’s the word’ in the outlaw world.”
“That’s right, and you did great. Did you have a good time?”
“I did. I was so glad I had something to do because I would’ve been paranoid about every creak I’d heard outside the door or the window. It was good to get away, have a few drinks, and talk about nothing. I didn’t tell Caitlyn about Freddy. I met him after Caitlyn moved from Denver. Speaking about all that, have you gone to the police yet to let them know you’re his brother?”
“No, I will tomorrow. Fuckin’ badges and me don’t get along.”
“I know. Did you tell your parents?”
“Nah. They didn’t give a fuck when’s he was missing, so fuck them. If you wanna tell them, go ahead.”
“I know you’re angry at them, but they have a right to know, even if you don’t think so. I’ll tell them.”
“If the damn badges get a hold of them, which they will, they’re gonna tell them all about you. You’re gonna get pulled into the clusterfuck. I don’t want that to happen.”
“The cops will contact your parents whether or not I do, and they’ll still know about me. I’ll just have to deal with it the best way I can. They might not even go that far, especially if you contact them first.”
“True. I’ll go first thing in the morning, then we’ll have some time to ourselves.”
“Sounds good.”
“I missed you,” he said.
“Me too. Do you feel weird about all this?”
“Not now. We’ve had an ache for each other for a while now. If Freddy wasn’t my brother, I’d have had you in my bed weeks ago. You told me you and Freddy were through. I get that you were upset about him disappearing and now about his death. You can’t erase memories of three years, even if some of them were shitty. If you tell me you love him and still yearn for him, I’ll respect that and back off, but I got the message that you’d had enough.”
She swept her fingers lightly over his good arm. “Freddy and I weren’t connecting for over six months. He started sleeping in one of the guest bedrooms months ago. He started mistreating me, and I stayed because I thought it was a phase and he was stressed. The abuse only escalated, and I feel guilty for thinking aboutthatnow that he’s dead.”
“You shouldn’t. The good and bad things people do make them who they are. What he did to you was inexcusable. It made me see red, but I still wanted to find him and help him outta the mess he got into. It’s okay to have conflicting feelings. I’m stuck on you, woman. It’s that simple, but if you think this is too much for you right now, I’ll back away.”
“I don’t want you to. I’m crazy about you. I didn’t plan this. The last thing I thought I’d feel was something for you when I came to Pinewood Springs to tell you about Freddy. I feel guilty because I don’t feel guilty. Pretty crazy, huh?”
“No. Freddy will always be a part of your history. He’ll always be my brother who deserved to have more years living life than he had. There’s shit I feel bad about, like not being more attentive. Hell, maybe if I had been, he’d still be here. Who the fuck knows? Life is here today and gone tomorrow, so we gotta live in the present because tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. Feeling guilt and worrying aboutnotfeeling it is wasted time that we can’t have back.”
“You’re right. I love being with you and getting to know you better each day.”
“Then let’s take it day by day. Today is what’s important in life.”
Diesel cupped her chin in his hands and kissed her gently. Her lips were warm and full. He pulled her closer and gathered the silky fabric of her nightshirt into his hands. With his tongue, he teased Myla’s lips, exploring her, tasting her, softly at first, and then deeply and fervently as if the world was about to end. Their tongues tangled and slid over teeth, lips, and each other.
“Take your top off, woman,” he said while peppering her neck with feathery nips.
Myla leaned back slightly and pulled the nightshirt over her head. Her full tits bounced as she flung the nightie to the floor. He rose to his feet and yanked off his T-shirt. When he kicked off his boots and threw off his jeans and boxers, he stared at her, loving how her body quivered as she gazed at his cock.
“Lie down,” he said gruffly.
Everything stilled inside him as he licked his lips slowly and drank her in, lying against the mattress, her hair spreading around her like spilled ink, and only wearing a tiny scrap of pink fabric that barely covered her pussy. She was breathtaking. His gaze roamed over every inch of her, landing on her tits and those sweet hard rosy nipples begging to be sucked. Diesel climbed onto the bed and straddled her, brushing the tips of his fingers across the hardened buds. Damn, he loved the sight of hard nipples on tits, and hers were so sexy. He ran his fingertips over them once more and then seized them roughly, squeezing and pinching them as she moaned and thrashed underneath him.
Dipping his head down, he pulled one pretty bud into his mouth and sucked on it, his tongue swirling around it while his teeth lightly grazed the skin.
