Page 131 of Diesel's Perseverance
“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, her body writhing in his strong arms.
“And this…” The side of his thumb stroked her sweet spot, and he loved how she clawed at his neck and then pulled his hair. He swallowed her gasps while he kept stroking and finger-fucking her.
“I want you inside me.Now!”
He slipped his finger out, and she put her other leg around him, hugging him close as he held her up, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks.
“Bring your tits up to me,” he demanded.
Squeezing them together, she pushed them up, and he lowered his head, sucking one hard bud into his mouth and then the other one.
“Diesel. Oh, Diesel…” Reaching out, she scratched his chest and then down over the tattoos on his arms.
“Fuck, woman.”
Their eyes locked, and he pushed into her. He was mesmerized by her beauty, by being inside her. The intensity ofherjolted his senses like a power surge, and he knew he was forever hooked.
He pulled out slowly then shoved into her fiercely, her back against the wall, his mouth on hers as he banged her hard and fast.
“It feels so damn good,” she groaned as she pushed back and met his thrusts.
The sound of her wetness mixed with his slapping balls at each thrust.
“You’re mine,” he grunted out, pumping into her. “Mine. Now come for me,” he snarled.
The combination of his mouth, dick, and tongue crashing together brought Myla to the edge of intense pleasure. Their grunts and moans filled the room, and he felt spasms erupt in her while she cried out his name. He watched her lose herself while he continued thrusting until a bolt of pure pleasure rode up his spine. He threw his head back and grunted out her name.
They slid to the floor, panting in each other’s ears, their bodies sated.
After the wave of rapture faded, he helped her up, and they lay on the bed with her tucked beside him.
“That was so damn intense,” she said, running her fingers lightly over his chest.
“Fuck, darlin’, we’re good together. I love you from every corner of my dark, fucked-up heart.”
She tilted her head back and caught his gaze. “I love you, fucked up or not. Besides, I’m not exactly put together, but with each other we become whole. I love how you make me feel safe. Knowing you’re in my life makes the bad times bearable and the past forgettable.”
“I’ll always be there for you. I’m here for you to lean on. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
“So, you’ll order us a pizza?” she said as her stomach growled.
He guffawed and held her tight. “Yeah, with extra cheese, pepperoni, and jalapeños, just the way you like it, darlin’.”
A sweet comfortable silence fell between them. For the first time in his life he felt like nothing was missing. He never expected to have a relationship with a woman. But Myla had gotten into his heart when he wasn’t looking, and he knew—six months or not—that they would be hitched for the rest of his life.
It can’t get any better than that.
Diesel reached over, snagged his cell, and tapped the phone icon for their favorite pizzeria.
Epilogue
Four months later…
Leaves skittered downthe pavement, and the aroma of cinnamon and warm spices rode on the breeze, curling around Myla and whispering of warm winter fires yet to come. With a bundle of mail in one hand, she fished through her pocket for the house key as she climbed the brick steps to the porch. She pushed open the front door and entered into the foyer of their house.
The thrill of owning a house hadn’t yet dissipated, and she still couldn’t believe that the nearly five-thousand-square-foot home was theirs. Unlike the enormous house she’d lived in with Freddy in Denver, this one was cozy and felt like home. Diesel had insisted on putting both their names on the title, which made her love for him deepen even more.
Myla put the mail down on the granite kitchen counter and leafed through it quickly; it was mostly junk that would end up in the recycle bin. She opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of caramel latte that Diesel had bought for her on his way home from work the night before. He was so thoughtful, always putting her needs first before his, even when they made love. She figured that might have changed the longer they were together, but it hadn’t.
