Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
I had completely forgotten about my lip. “It’s fine. What are we doing here, Diesel?”
His hand moves to my neck, and his thumb strokes across my pulse point there. My heart is racing, but I’m used to it because it’s like that any time I’m near him. “What do you mean?” he asks me huskily.
In sheer frustration, I blurt it all out. “I mean, you didn’t kiss me last night, but you act like some jealous boyfriend today.”
He leans into me, wrapping his arms around me. His chin is resting on the top of my head. “I didn’t kiss you yesterday because you had just gone through traumatic event. What kind of man would I be if I pawed at you after that?”
I pull back and look up at him. “You wanted to kiss me?”
His jaw is pulled tight. “Fuck, yeah, I wanted to kiss you. You’re all I think about, Brandy. For weeks, I’ve tried to get you to talk to me, and I thought I needed to go slow with you.”
I grab on to the front of his shirt and pull him down to me. “Kiss me, Diesel.”
He’s looking at my mouth. “Your lip...”
“Is fine,” I tell him.
I barely get the words out, and he seals his lips over mine. His hands go to my waist, and he lifts me up, setting me on the counter behind me. He fits his massive body between my legs. His hands move up my back, across my shoulders, and then wrap around my neck. His kiss is relentless. I wasn’t ready for the level of desire it brought out of me. I lean into him, taking everything he’s giving me. A groan escapes me, and he takes full advantage. His tongue delves into my mouth and mates with mine. His hands go to my hips, pulling me tighter against him.
My breasts are smashed to his hard chest, and desire floods between my legs. I knew kissing Diesel would be on a whole other level. I just had no idea how addicting it would be.
Chapter 7
Diesel
It's been a few days since I kissed Brandy in the kitchen. I've done my best to take it slow with her. I know she wants me. Probably as much as I want her. She doesn't have the experience to hide her desire for me, but I'm not going to push her. There's no hiding the way I feel about her. All the guys know it, and they’ve been smart to keep their distance from her. But I’m still holding back. I don't want this to be over before it starts. In between getting things ready for the move and doing regular missions, I spend as much time as possible with Brandy. Tonight, I'm sitting at the bar while she's working. It seems to be a slow time right now, and she's standing on the other side of the bar top talking to me.
I ask her the question that's been weighing on my mind the last few days. "Are you moving to Whiskey Run with us?" I know that Pres had talked to her about doing that, and I've been hoping that she's going to say yes.
She shrugs her shoulders. "I'm not sure, really. I don't really know a lot of the details."
I nod. "You would be doing the same thing that you're doing here. What questions do you have?"
"I know I’ll be working for Scout there," she says. "It's not that. I mean, it's a big step to just pick up and move away. Especially when I really don't know what the Guardians do."
I've sort of been expecting this. There aren’t a lot of people that question us, but I can tell that she’s been trying to figure it all out. "We are a club of brothers. We own the bike shop, and in Whiskey Run, we'll open another shop and a bar also."
She rolls her eyes at me. "There are over 40 bikers here, Diesel. You all don't work at the bike shop. Plus lately, it's been closed more than open."
I look at her without blinking. I know I need to trust her, and a part of me wants her to be in the know with everything. She deserves that, I think, if she is going to move to Whiskey Run. "Have you ever heard of a mercenary?"
Her forehead creases. "Yes."
I look around and then back at her. "We are a club of mercenaries."
She puts her elbows on the bar between us and leans toward me. "I don't know what that means."
"Sometimes things need done. It's not always the politically correct way, and we try to keep a low profile about it, but—"
She shakes her head, interrupting me. "But how do you not get caught or in trouble? I don't understand."
I smirk because automatically she thinks that we're on the wrong side of the law. "A lot of what we do is things we're asked to do from state officials and people that are way higher up than us. We are not bad people, Brandy."