Page 130 of Diesel's Perseverance
“I want to be sure you’ll be there for the long haul too. I couldn’t handle a breakup if we’re ‘hitched.’ I think I need something more than words, though.”
“Like what? In the biker world it’s the cut.”
“What about one of your favorite rings? The skull one with the ruby eyes and diamond tooth.”
“My ring I got when I was patched in?”
“Yes.” Her gaze bore into him.
“You got it, darlin’. I want us to be a couple, to have a life together, and not to have regrets, so I’m all fuckin’ in.”
“Me too. The ring will be a symbol of our love.”
“Until I give you my property patch and see it on you. If Freddy hadn’t been in the equation, maybe we wouldn’t be as guarded. I don’t know, but I wanna make sure you’re all in for life.”
“I do too, and I want you to be a-million-plus-infinity-percent sure about sharing a life with me.”
“But even though you’re not wearing my patch, you’re my woman. We belong to each other.”
“I don’t cheat. I saw the destruction of my parents’ relationship and each of my mom’s marriages. I expect you to be true to me. I won’t tolerate it if you’re not. I let some things pass when I was with Freddy and a couple of other men, but I’m done with all that. I deserve better.”
“I’m not the cheating type. I feel the same as you. My people didn’t know how not to hurt each other.”
“Then we’re going steady. That’s what it’s called in my world.”
“Whatever you wanna call it is fine by me. When we get back to the room, I’ll give you the ring.”
“I’ll wear it around my neck since it’ll be too big and I don’t want to lose it.”
“I can get you another ring that’ll fit you.”
“No, I want the skull one because it’s a sacrifice for you to give it to me.” She flung herself into his arms. “I love you.”
“I love you too, darlin’.” He kissed her hard.
“Let’s pick up a pizza and go back to the room.”
“Now you’re talking.”
Diesel jumped up and gathered the booze while Myla folded the blanket. They couldn’t walk fast enough to the motorcycle. He stuffed everything in the saddlebag and then hauled ass back to the clubhouse.
They walked through the great room, and many brothers accosted him. He gave his due respect to the visiting members, but the fire he had burning inside kept getting stronger. Myla hung on to his arm, and her touch was scorching his skin. All he wanted was to be alone with her, feel himself inside her, and hear her sweet cries of ecstasy.
After what seemed like a lifetime, Diesel said his goodbyes and slowly backed out of the room.
“I thought we’d never get the fuck outta there,” he said as they dashed up the stairs.
When they arrived at the room, Myla scratched his back and squeezed his ass while he tried to open the door. The lock unclicked, Diesel swung open the door and then kicked it shut. She pressed her mouth against his, and he kissed her back, licking, sucking, and memorizing the very taste of her. He slid his hands over her ass, gripped her luscious cheeks hard, and slammed her against the wall.
He ripped his lips away. Her arousal mixed with his created a tangy, musky scent, which drove him crazy. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you since before we left for Crystal Lake,” he growled.
“Me too.” She scraped her nails over the back of his neck. “Make me feel it tomorrow.”
He pressed into her, his erection pushing against her. His teeth grabbed her bottom lip, sucking it before his mouth covered hers, his tongue darting in and out. In frantic moves, they tore off each other’s clothes, touching, grabbing, kissing, and biting as if it were the last time they’d ever taste and feel each other again.
Diesel lifted Myla’s leg, and she wrapped it around him. He ran his finger up and down her soaking wet opening before sliding a finger in and rubbing her wet nub.
“You like that?” he rasped.
