Page 89 of Diesel's Perseverance
“I’m looking to play a few rounds of pool,” he said, stepping back.
“I can cheer you on,” she said, running a glittery fingernail down his arm.
“I’m already cheered up.”
“You sure? We could have a lot of fun. I’m one of the most popular girls in the club.” She rubbed her hands slowly over her boobs then moved them down to the button on a micro-miniskirt.
“I bet you are,” he said as he ran his gaze over her round ass, toned abs, and a set of perky tits.
“Ginger loves fucking,” Panther said, sidling up next to Diesel. “She especially loves playing rough.”
“Sounds like she’d be perfect for Razor,” Diesel replied, scanning the room, looking for him.
“What about you?” Panther asked.
“Not feeling it.” He held up his hand and motioned for Welder to come over. “A double Jack,” he said to the prospect.
“Fuck, I forgot you got a woman with you. You got a good time waiting for you.” The president nudged him.
Diesel bristled but resisted the urge to sink his fist into Panther’s face. Banger would not be cool with that.
“Are you with that dark-haired girl with the highlights?” Ginger pushed out her shiny red lips in a pout.
“Yeah,” he said. He took the drink from Welder, lifted his chin at Panther, and walked to one of the pool tables.
“You wanna lose some money?” Smokey asked with a laugh in his voice.
“You’re gonna have those words up your ass after I take that wad of dough you got busting outta your pocket,” Diesel replied.
For the next few hours, Diesel and his buddies drank, played pool, smoked weed, and talked motorcycles. In the end, Diesel walked away with a thousand bucks, Smokey had two grand, Animal lost his ass big time, and Shadow won a measly hundred dollars. Banger perched on one of the stools for part of the games, drinking whiskey and egging the teams on.
The bikers who had ol’ ladies followed Diesel out of the main area, and the others stayed behind, indulging in all types of sexual delights with the over-eager club girls.
When Diesel returned to the room, it was past midnight. It was dark except for the dim glow of the waning moon shining through the open windows. Myla lay tucked under the covers, the light blanket pulled up snugly under her chin. Gazing down on her, he took her all in—hair spread around her like a luxurious panel of silk; full lips slightly parted as she quietly breathed; long, dark lashes resting on her cheeks. She looked beautiful in the moonlight… in the sunshine… in the morning when she first woke up… when she smiled and laughed… after a ride when her eyes danced with exhilaration.She’s fuckin’ gorgeous all the time.Leaning over, he softly kissed her cheek, and she shifted a bit, still visibly deep in sleep.
Letting out a long sigh, Diesel walked over to the couch. He stripped down to his boxers, pulled on a pair of sweats, then lay down. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out.
Chapter Sixteen
Diesel woke tohis phone vibrating in his pocket, against his thigh. A number he didn’t recognize blinked across the screen. He jumped up from the couch and held the phone to his ear as he made his way across the room.
“Hello?” he said in a hushed voice. He glanced back at Myla, who was still asleep, walked into the bathroom, and closed the door.
The sound of static and a garbled voice came through the phone.
“I can’t hear you. There’s a bad connection.”
The line went dead.
Leaning against the counter, he texted Hawk the number of the disconnected call.
The cell vibrated again.
“Talk to me,” he said.
An unintelligible voice came over the phone punctuated by hesitant breathing.
“I can’t understand you,” he said.
