Page 132 of Diesel's Perseverance
Glancing at the clock, she put the cap on the bottle and placed it back in the refrigerator. She was supposed to pick up Diesel from work. His bike was at Hawk’s shop getting repaired, so he’d been sulking about it for the past couple of days. It was like he’d lost his best friend or something, but to a biker, his motorcyclewasone of his dearest buddies.
She dashed up to the master bedroom, pulled out a new fuzzy sweater she’d just received from Nordstrom’s the day before, and replaced the top she wore with the new purchase. A quick freshen up of her makeup and hair, and she was ready to go.
“Hiya, Myla,” Jada said when she walked into the carwash.
“Hi. How’s school going for you?”
“Okay. It’s getting harder, but it’s also more interesting now that I’ve moved past required courses and can take classes in my major.”
“That’s always fun. Is Diesel in the back?”
“He’s in the office. Wheelie had to leave. Sofia had a doctor’s appointment.” The young cashier rolled her eyes. “It’s not like this is their first kid. I’m sure he’s driving Sofia nuts.”
Myla laughed. “No matter how many you’ve had, I’d think every pregnancy is a little bit nerve wracking, but I’m sure it gets easier.”
“Especially for the girl. My mom told me that my dad was crazed with Animal’s and my birth. It’s too funny. Animal was like that too when he and Olivia had Ava. He would’ve been that way with Lucy, but he didn’t know he was a daddy until she was older.”
“Are you talking or working?” Diesel teased.
“Both. I can multi-task real well.” Jada glanced at the computer screen.
Turning to Myla, he said, “Hi.” His gaze traveled over her, taking in every bit of her.
Each time hereallylooked at her, a shiver of golden light raced down her spine.
“Hi,” she replied softly.
“Come on back. I’m in the office.”
“That’s what Jada said.” She trailed behind him.
The minute Diesel shut the door, he pulled her to him and pressed his mouth on hers.
“How’s my wife doing?”
Myla giggled. Every time he said “wife” it make her skin tingle and her core throb. “Fantastic, now that I’m in your arms.”
He kissed her again while his hands slid lower until he cupped her behind and squeezed. “I’m fuckin’ great too with your tits pressed against me, my hands on your ass, and our lips nearly fused together,” he rasped in her ear.
Myla couldn’t believe they hadn’t been able to follow through the full six months upon which they’d agreed. At the time they entered their arrangement, it made sense, but after almost three months of living together, they both knew another three months wouldn’t make any difference at all. They were meant to be together. So, when he asked her to be his ol’ lady and handed her a leather cut, which proudly displayed “Property of Diesel” embroidered on the back, she didn’t think she could be happier than she was at that moment. But then came the wedding, the honeymoon in Carmel, the endless days and nights of lovemaking, watching movies, riding through the countryside on the weekends, and so much more. The simple truth was that he made her happy. Even when they’d have a disagreement, neither of them stayed mad for long. She couldn’t imagine her life without him, and each day she was grateful that they had found each other.
“I’m here with a raging boner, and you’re off in la-la land.”
A surge of heat rushed to her face, and she knew her cheeks were blooming. “I’m sorry, honey. I was just remembering when you gave me the cut with your patch.”
“I love seeing you wear it, especially without anything else on.”
“I love you so much. I keep wondering if it’s okay to be this happy.”
“Fuck yeah, especially when you’ve had to deal with a lot of shit along the way. I love you too, darlin’. Life can be good, but it can be real tough. Still, we’ve taken the risk and made the commitment to see life through the great times and the shitty ones.” He lifted up his left hand, and a gold band shined under the fluorescent light. Tapping the ring against hers, he said, “We told one another to hold on tight. The ride we’re taking is a long one, but the kickass part is we’ve got each other.”
“And we’re doing it together.”
“All the fuckin’ way, darlin’.”
Myla circled her arms around his waist and buried her head against his chest. The scent of minty air freshener, car exhaust, sandalwood, and leather filled her nostrils as she breathed in his scent.
“Now, we’re gonna close shop, and then I’m gonna make you squirm and scream on the top of my desk.”
