Chapter 11
Diesel
“Brynn, damn it. Stop walking!”
She was strides ahead of me getting into her car. The more the cool summer are of Redding hit me, the more I sobered up. I became more alert. More present. More in tune with what was happening around me. After all, it didn’t look as if Brynn had come with any sort of protection or back up. Which meant she was exposed and vulnerable so long as she wasn’t with me.
Which wasn’t ideal.
“Damn it, stop!”
I ran up to her and gripped her wrist, pulling her up from her seat. She glared at me with hot eyes. Fiery eyes. Angry eyes. She wrenched her wrist away from me and turned back to her car, but I reached out and pushed on her door, slamming it shut before she could get into it.
“What the fuck, Diesel?”
“What are you doing here without someone escorting you?” I asked.
“Didn’t realize I needed to have my father breathing down my neck just to come see you.”
“That’s the agreement, Brynn. What, you think you can joyride around like it’s nothing? If you’re not with us, then you have to be with someone from your father’s club. You have to stay safe.”
“I told him not to come with me because I was coming to find you!”
“Why?” I asked. “What’s wrong? What’s going on? Are you okay?”
“No! I’m not okay! I just saw my fiancé throwing back shots like it was nothing and allowing some big-tittied bartender to rub up on him!”
Diesel’s eyes narrowed before a grin slid across his face.
“You’re jealous,” he said.
“Yes, I’m jealous.”
“Well, I didn’t expect you to admit it, but…”
“I’m not just jealous, Diesel. I’m upset. Hurt. We’re supposed to be conducting ourselves as if we’re actually engaged. Is that how you’re going to act one day when you’re engaged to someone you want to be engaged to?”
I wanted to be engaged now, but I settled for clenching my jaw on that particular response.
“You want to be that man who’s out getting drunk with his boys and toeing the lines of cheating for the sake of some stupid Bachelor party?” Brynn asked.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
She scoffed and shook her head before she leaned against her car.
“I came for answers.”
“What kind of answers?”
“The kind of answers my father won’t give me. I want to know what’s actually going on. I want to know what’s happened to cause everyone to be so fucking on edge,” she said.
“Your father isn’t talking about it because I told him not to,” I said.
“Why, Diesel? If this concerns me, why is no one telling me about any of it?”
“The only thing you need to know is that you do pose a threat. Not a threat with regard to what’s going on now, but you’re a moving target. Rex is unstable, and he’s angry, and he’s out for blood. He won’t hesitate to dredge up any past he needs to in order to get what he wants.”
“And what is it you think he wants?” she asked.
“Death,” I said plainly.
“No,” she said. “I don’t believe that. You tell me the truth right now, Diesel Or this engagement is off.”
“It’s fake to begin with. There’s nothing to call off. But I know you won’t do that.”
“Oh, I won’t? Watch me.”
Brynn pulled out her cell phone from her pocket, but I reached out for it before she could call her father. I stuffed it into my back pocket while she tried to grab it, but my hand placed itself onto her chest and pressed her back against her car. She was being unreasonable, and I understood it. She’d been tossed into a world she didn’t expect to come home to, but she also wasn’t heeding the warnings being given to her.
“Get off me, Diesel!”
“Not until you listen,” I said. “Because you’re still that strong-willed little girl from high school. But this isn’t high school anymore. I’ve buried people over this issue. People that actually died. People I watched die.”
She settled her struggling as my eyes connected with hers.
“What’s going on is serious, Brynn. And the more you run around causing a ruckus and busting into bars and joyriding around town by yourself, the more trouble you put yourself at risk for. Stop making my job harder than it already is.”
“Oh, so that’s all I am to you? A job?” she asked.
“Don’t do that,” I said. “Don’t shove words down my throat.”
“It’s what you just said! You said stop making my job harder than it already is. And you were talking about me. So how the hell am I supposed to draw any other conclusions other than that?”
“Did you come here with the explicit purpose of fighting? Because I’m getting the feeling you did.”
“I came here to get answers. Until I walked into the bar and saw you piss drunk with a bunch of raging assholes while a bartender felt up the newly-engaged guy.”
“Then pick something to be mad at so we can properly fight about it,” I said.
She wrapped her hand around my wrist and tossed it away from her body. She took a step towards me, her neck craning up to keep my eyes in view. She was spicy when angry. On fire with a flame that tugged at my groin. I wanted her to argue with me. I wanted her to lay into me. I wanted her to spew what was on her mind and going on in her heart. Because the second she was done, I had every intention of making up with her like a fiancé did with the woman he was about to marry.
“You’re a bullshit fiancé,” Brynn said.
“I think I’m a damn good one, actually.”
“Men are supposed to step up in their relationships,” she said. “Be romantic. Be present. Be there for his woman. And instead, you’re chugging back drinks I didn’t even know you enjoyed and smiling at pretty women behind the bar. What makes me think you won’t do any of that shit once we get married?”
“I didn’t realize we were getting married,” I said.
“Will you just let me be angry at you, Diesel!?”
“No,” I said. “Because you deserve better than that.”
I reached out and fisted the fabric of her shirt and pulled her into me. I crashed my lips down onto hers, bleeding through every effort I had to apologize to her. She was right. I’d allowed another woman to touch on me and flirt with me without any regard to how it might make her feel. Regardless of our status, we were supposed to be acting like an engaged couple. We were supposed to be acting as if we were in love, and I’d crossed a line the second that bartender touched me and gave me that kind little smile of hers.
I heard some people whistling from the front door of the bar and I growled. I sure as hell didn’t want anyone seeing what was about to take place. I reached down and fisted Brynn’s ass, pulling her to me before I bent down and picked her up. Her tongue raked along the top of my mouth as her arms wrapped around my neck, then I urged her to wrap those decadent thighs around me. I strode us through the parking lot. Headed straight for the alleyway that would shroud us in the dark we both needed.
I felt her lips swell against mine as the pressure between us mounted.
I pressed Brynn’s body into the brick wall and began tugging at her clothes. I set her down and ripped her shorts from her body, casting them onto the dusty ground. She reached for my pants and pulled out my cock, holding it in her hand for the first time in years.
I grunted against her warmth, feeling her fingers work me in ways I’d only dreamt about for years.
“You fucked up, Diesel,” Brynn said breathlessly.
“Which is why I have every intention of making it up to you, Brynn.”
I gathered her in my arms and pressed her back into the wall. Her sounds were desperate. Muffled by her biting down onto her lower lip. I palmed her clothed breasts and kissed my way down her cheek. I nibbled on her neck as her hands raked through my hair. I felt her heat. I felt the wet cotton cloth of her panties pressing into my throbbing cock. I bit down into her shoulder, listening as my name fell from her lips.
“Fucking hell, Diesel. Stop teasing me.”
I smirked into her skin as my fingers slid her panties off to the side.
I lined my cock up with her entrance and paused for a split second. Just enough to take in the moment. My body came alive against her and her curves. The woman she had grown into was nothing short of gorgeous. The dip in her waist fit the palms of my hands perfectly and the excess of her ass overflowed in the palms of my hands. I panted into her neck, feeling her juices already dripping down my shaft as she rolled her hips into me.
“Please,” she said with a whimper. “It’s been too long.”
I slammed my hips into her and she cried out in the middle of the alleyway. I pinned her against my body, capturing her wrists and putting them over her head. I covered her mouth with my free hand and gazed into her eyes, feeling the heat of her breath coat my skin. I pounded into her. I felt her walls molding to me. She was so tight. So wet. So warm for me.
I felt my toes already curling in my boots.
“Holy shit, Brynn. Oh.”
Skin slapping skin filled the entire alleyway while her juices dripped down my legs. She wiggled and writhed against me. Her hands tugged against my palm. Brynn rolled her hips deeply into mine, seeking any friction she could for that delicious clit of hers. I buried myself with her and swiveled my hips, raking my trimmed curls against the tip of it. I watched her eyes roll into the back of her head. I felt her thighs tremble around me. Her breathing became erratic and her walls began to jump, and soon that telltale ripple started pulsing around my girth.
“Come for me, Brynn. Do it. You know you want to.”
“Oh shit. Diesel. Diesel. Fuck!”
Her muffled cries were fuel for my fire, and when her pussy erupted around mine I allowed myself to lose myself in her. She cried out into my palm as I sank my cock deep into her body. My legs locked up and my abs cried out for mercy. I buried my face into the crook of her neck, feeling my come paint her walls. Thick streams of desire that hadn’t been released in years inside the body of another woman. I nibbled on her skin. My hand slipped away from her mouth so she could catch her breath. I filled her to the brim until our juices leaked down my body, coating my legs as my pants sat around my fucking ankles.
I released her wrists and she collapsed against me. I pressed my hands into the wall, holding her upright as I collected myself. She draped herself around me, like I was the only thing that mattered. And in that moment, I knew I was gone. I knew I was done for. I knew there would never be another woman in my world that I felt as strongly for as I did Brynn. I kissed the back of her neck. I smoothed her hair from her face. I kept my cock between her thighs relishing in the feel of her skin.
I wanted to be close to her for as long as I could.
“Take me back to your place.”
She said it in such a hushed whisper I thought I’d heard her wrong.
“What was that?” I asked.
She found the strength to raise her head as a lopsided smile graced her cheeks.
“You still have to make up for not talking to me,” she said with a grin.
My cock jumped right back to life at the thought of it.
I settled her down onto her feet and the two of us got dressed. I took her hand and led her to her car, then I hopped onto my bike and she followed me back to my place. It wasn’t much. Just a small apartment on the outskirts of Redding. It was only twenty minutes from her father’s house. I wanted somewhere close to my hometown so I could travel in to visit her grave.
Brynn’s grave.
I really wanted to know what the fuck they’d stuffed her coffin with. It felt like there were four of her in there that day.
I kept glancing in my rearview mirror, making sure she was there. But the anticipation of getting to bury myself within her again was too much for me. My cock throbbed aimlessly against my jeans. My hands trembled and gripped the handlebars of my bike a little too tightly. I pulled into the parking lot of my complex, grinning as Brynn pulled up beside me. I turned my bike off as she got out of the car, and instantly I scooped her up into my arms. She giggled and threaded her hands around my neck, then the two of us started for the stairs.
“Gonna carry me over the threshold?” she asked.
I walked us all the way up to the third floor before I jammed my keys into my door and thrust it open.
“No,” I said as I set her down onto her feet. “I’m going to fuck you in it.”