Page 88 of Diesel's Perseverance
“Yes. I just meant… I don’t know…”
Rooted to the floor, he tried to figure out what Myla was saying and what brought this on.
“Say something—I’m sort of embarrassed right now,” she said.
“What am I gonna say? I don’t even know what the hell your point is. If you’re pissed because I’m gonna head downstairs to hang out, that’s on you.”
Myla’s face fell, crestfallen at his words. “I’m not pissed.”
“Then what? What’s eating your ass?”
“Nothing.”
He shook his head in exasperation. “Whatever, I gotta go.”
“Don’t,” she said, her voice strained.
“Don’t go?”
“No, I mean…” She averted her gaze from his as a pinkish-red color stained her cheeks.
“Tell me what’s goin’ on in your head, Myla. I’m not a damn mind reader.”
Lifting her chin, eyes brimming with determination, she met his gaze. “Don’t screw anyone.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
The only woman he wanted was standing in front of him. How could she not know that he wasn’t interested in random pussy, or that no woman—club girl, party girl, or citizen—could ever measure up to her?
“There are a lot of pretty, fun girls downstairs. I saw a couple of them giving you the eye when we returned from our ride.”
Despite knowing better, he couldn’t stop the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.She’s jealous.A sliver of machismo mingled with satisfaction ran through him. Pretty damn childish, but what could he say… he was male.
“Damn, I sound so fucking petty and insecure, and I hate it.” Myla folded her arms across her chest. “I’ve never been either of those in my life. I don’t know what got into me. Forget this whole conversation and have a good time. I’m going to watch a movie and veg.”
Diesel was in front of her in one lengthy move, drawing her into his arms and fitting her curves against him.
“Don’t beat yourself up. If you were the one going downstairs with all those testosterone-crazed dudes, I’d be stuck to your side like glue, punching every brother who checked you out.”
She tipped her chin at him, her gaze meeting his. “You would?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
She giggled. “Wearepathetic.”
“Nope, we’re just human and care about each other.” He bent his head down, pressed a hard kiss to her lips, then pulled away, letting his arms drop. “Again, if you need something, lemme know. I’m downstairs.”
Smiling, she nodded her head and padded behind him. He opened the door and stepped out, but before he could say anything, she said, “I’ll lock the door and not open it for anyone.”
He snorted out a laugh as he leaned back on his boot heels. “I’m not movin’ ’til I hear the locks turning.”
She stuck her tongue out in jest and shut the door. After hearing the locks click in place, he descended the stairs.
When he entered the main room, hard-rock music blasted from tall speakers against the back wall. A pretty brunette dressed in a neon-pink thong bikini stood on the bar, shaking her ass and barely concealed tits to the music beats while cockteasing Tank, Rags, and Klutch. A curvy blonde sat on the bar, wearing nothing but a strip of thin fabric across her enormous tits, and spread her legs wide. Demon, Iceman, and Crutch stood glass-eyed, beer bottles in hand, watching her as she took her finger, licked it, and touched her pussy.
Diesel’s dick twitched, and he turned away and strode over to the opposite end of the bar.
“Are you looking for some fun?” A cute redhead leaned against him and rubbed her ample breasts against his arm.
