Chapter 12
Brynn
He reached out and slammed his door closed before his hands were all over me. Ripping at my shirt. Tugging it over my head. Busting the clasps on my bra before it piled to the floor in a mangled mess. His movements were hot. Desperate. Wanton. And I knew exactly how he felt. I clamored at his clothes. Pulled his leather jacket off and fumbled with the button on his pants. Feeling Diesel for the first time in over a decade had been too much for me, and I needed more of him. All of him.
Every single part of him.
I slid his jeans down his legs and tugged at his boxers. His cock flopped out, bouncing off the tip of my nose. I nuzzled him as he pressed his back into the front door. His cock jumped for me, still smelling like my pussy. Holy hell, I’d loved that taste. The taste of the two of us against his skin. I wrapped my tongue around the head of his cock, grinning as groans fell from his lips.
Then I sucked him all the way back. Like he’d taught me to do as a teenager.
“Oh shit, Brynn. Fucking Chri--”
I looked up and watched him rake his hands down his face. I grinned around my mouthful. I slid my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. I hummed around him. Moaned at the taste of us. Drank down every drop of pre-come his tip provided for me. His hand fisted my hair, drawing me closer to him. His cock curved down my throat and I finally gagged, trying to hold him there as long as I could.
Then he drew my head back and his hips began to thrust.
My hands wrapped around his thighs to keep me in place. But I was no longer in control. I fluttered my eyes up to see Diesel’s face, all screwed up and clenched with pleasure. His eyes shut. His lips in a thin solid line. His jaw clenched as deep breaths slid from his nose. He was a vision. A demigod of muscle and leather wrapped up in a tanned package I’d never be able to leave. I had no idea what would happen to us after all this, but I knew one thing was for certain.
There’d never be another man for me.
His hips thrust into my face, drowning my stomach with his come. I sucked as drool dripped from my lips, falling down my neck as I salivated for him. I hollowed out my cheeks. I wrapped his balls up into my palm. I swallowed him down and gagged each time his tip hit the back of my throat. It made his legs jump. He liked that sound. Always had. Knowing he was a little bit too big for what my body could handle.
Then, his hand pulled my head back and he lifted me to my feet.
He swung us around and slammed my back into the door. He dropped to his knees in front of me, spreading my thighs with his hands. His thumbs parted my folds, watching as I dripped for him. He held out his mouth for the juices I had and his hot breath upon my skin sent me into overdrive. I lowered my pussy to his lips. I felt him chuckle as his tongue began to swirl. And in an instant, everything came crashing back. The way he moved his tip against the edges of my pussy. The way his thumbs massaged my folds while his tongue paid attention to my clit. The way his stubble felt on my lower lips and the way he always cleaned me up.
My legs shook violently as I tried to keep myself upright.
“Diesel Yes. Oh, shit. It’s been so long. So long. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I can’t. I need. I need you to--”
“Tell me what you need,” he said.
He pinned my hips to the doorway to cease my movements and it caused me to look down at him.
“You know what I want to hear,” he said.
I panted for air, knowing the second I uttered the words, there was no going back. I’d be a goner. Forever. Even if Diesel chose to leave the engagement afterwards, I’d always consider myself his. No matter what.
And still, the words fell effortlessly from my lips.
“I want you to make me yours, Jay.”
He growled at me and I watched his eyes darken. His hands fisted my hips as his face planted back into my pussy. And soon, I saw stars. Colors sizzled and dimmed as electricity shot throughout my body. I bucked ravenously into him. Sought my end against his lips. My arousal coated his cheeks as he buried himself into me, pressing his tongue into my clit and shivering me to my core. My jaw unhinged in silent pleasure. My entire body locked up and stopped moving. He moaned into my pussy, swirling his tongue around a clit that had already released.
It was simply waiting for my body to catch up.
“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh, fuck. Oh, yes. Oh, Jay.”
My body unraveled. I quaked against the doorway. Sweat dripped down my neck as my knees grew weak, and suddenly I felt myself plummet. Diesel shifted his body underneath mine and tossed me over his shoulder. I found myself looking at his bare lower back, centimeters from his beautiful ass while he stood. He smacked my ass before his fingers traveled between my legs, sliding into my dripping wet pussy.
“Oh, fuck me,” I said.
“Trust me, I intend on doing that,” Diesel said.
He slid his fingers in and out of my body as he stood to his feet. My body ached for more. Ached to be full of him as he turned us around. He walked us straight into his bedroom. Into his darkened layer of mischievousness. He kicked the door closed behind him and pulled his fingers from my body, then tossed me onto the bed. His hands gripped my hips and turned me over, using me for his nefarious pleasures.
I always did love the way he commanded my body.
My hips rose into the air with his hands at the helm and I felt his cock inch back into me. I fisted the covers, feeling his girth stretch me as far as I could go. I shivered against him. Pressed my ass into his pelvis. His hands, wet from my slick, parted my ass cheeks and played with that little puckered rosebud. Sensations I’d never felt before shot through my body. Uncontrollable urges I’d never experienced bled through my veins. I wanted him to fuck me. To take me, mind, body, and soul. I wanted him to use me for his own will before wrapping me up in his tender embrace and holding me close.
Just like he always used to do when we were teenagers.
He dipped his finger between my legs and slicked himself up, then he timed his thrusts with the sinking of his finger into my ass. I felt fuller than I’d ever felt before. I moaned loudly into the comforter as he inched in, knuckle by knuckle. He stroked my pussy. Filled my ass. Sent me into a bliss I only felt when I was with him.
“So tight for me,” Diesel said. “Did you keep yourself for me, Brynn? Come on. You can be honest.”
“I did,” I said without a second thought. “No one makes me feel the way you do.”
He paused, and I thought for sure he’d pull away. Leave me wanton for his touch before kicking me out of his apartment. But instead, I felt his lips press into my back. Heat surged through my skin as he started at the dip in my back, kissing every divot of my spine he could see. He inched up my back, his fingers deep in my ass while his cock filled my pussy. I turned my head off to the side and gasped along with his lips, then I reached my hand back and gripped his hair tightly.
I turned my face to capture his lips, and the animal inside of him rose up to fight.
He pounded into my pussy, leaving me breathless as he inched another finger into my ass. My entire body pulsed for him. Lurched at his assault and shook at his ministrations. I didn’t have the energy to move. I didn’t have the energy to press back. All I could do was keep my knees planted and my hands dug into the mattress so I could feel more of him.
“Brynn. Fuck. I missed you. I missed you so much.”
Tears flooded my vision as his words blanketed my thoughts. I’d missed him too. More than words could ever portray. There wasn’t a move I made without me wondering what Diesel would think. There wasn’t a moment in my culinary career I didn’t want to share with him. I found the strength to fist the comforter on his bed, then rose myself up with every ounce of energy I had left. I bucked back into him, swallowing his cock down and burying his fingers into my asshole.
Then, I threw my head back and allowed my body to spiral.
“D! Yes! Fuck me. Pound me. Fill me up. Do it. Please. I’m begging you. Shit!”
“I’m coming, Brynn,” he said as he collapsed on top of me. “I’m coming. I’m coming. Oh… fucking hell.”
My ass clenched so tightly it pushed his fingers from my body. I collapsed to his bed, my pussy massaging his cock for all it had. He spilled forth, coating my walls and filling my body until it all came spraying back out. I gasped into the sheets of the bed, no longer able to contain the shivers running rampant throughout my body. Diesel kissed my shoulder. The nape of my neck. The shell of my ear. Goosebumps flooded my skin as my body finally relinquished itself to the exhaustion that came after being with him. Sweat dripped all over our bodies. Juices flowed from between my legs and soaked the bed beneath me.
I tilted my head towards Diesel and he captured my lips in a loving embrace.
And then? He slid from my body and did the same thing with it.
He pulled me into him, cradling my curves against his muscles. I turned into him and traced my fingertips along every line that was new to me. The rings of his abs. The divots of his chest. The lines and bulging veins of his forearms and biceps. All of it, new to my eyes.
All of it, culminating into the man I’d never forgotten about.
The man I never stopped loving.
“Did you mean what you said?”
Diesel rumbling voice pierced my thoughts as I looked up into his eyes.
“About keeping yourself for me. Did you mean that?”
I rose my hand to cup his cheek, turning his gaze down to me.
“Every syllable,” I said. “I haven’t been with anyone else. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”
He wrapped his hand around my wrist and brought my palm to his lips. He kissed it over and over again, then bent my hand over and kissed my knuckles. I inched my way up his body, slinging my leg over his hips. I laid my head on his shoulder as he settled my hand over his heart, then he kissed the top of my sweating forehead.
“I visited your grave every Thursday,” he said.
I held him as tightly as I could as my eyes squeezed shut.
“I’d stand there with my coffee and place pale yellow lilies and that bullshit tea you always drank right there beside your tombstone.”
Tears filled my eyes as my arm slid around his waist.
“I’d talk to you. I’d tell you all about my week. What the guys and I were getting up to. What my weekend plans were. Everything I could think about. Because you were the only one I ever wanted to talk to about it.”
“I’m so sorry, Diesel,” I said breathlessly. “I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not,” he said.
I rose my teary eyes to meet his before he captured my lips once more within his.
“What happened kept you alive, Brynn. What happened helped to forward your dream. You always talked about wanting to go to culinary school. To get out and make something of yourself so you could bring a piece of your success back home. So, as much as it sucked, I’m glad it happened. I’m not happy on the years we missed out on, but I am glad you’re back.”
“I’m glad I’m back, too,” I said.
“I’ve had feelings for you ever since we were kids. Ever since we were lovesick teenagers stealing moments in a moldy stairwell and lying out on a grungy football field.”
I giggled as a tear escaped my eye.
“So, I want you to know that even though this engagement might be fake, my feelings aren’t. I cared for you then, and I care for you now. Understand that when I get upset with you because you’re alone, or I don’t fill you in on something that’s happened, it’s to keep you safe. Like what your father did when you were seventeen. Because I know what it feels like to lose you once. I physically know what it feels like to bury you. And that shit isn’t happening again. Do you hear me, Brynn?”
I nodded my understanding before he placed another chaste kiss against my lips. I settled my body against his, then relinquished myself to sleep. His heart beat soundly against my palm and his muscles supported my curves, and soon I was spiraling into dreams of opening my own restaurant. My own sit-down restaurant with a nice little wine list, an affordable menu of decadent foods, and a brunch menu that would knock the socks off the entire town of…
Redding.
Not Los Angeles. But Redding.
And Diesel stood beside me in my dreams on opening night, kissing my cheek and praising my name as we let everyone come in and try all of my delicious recipes.