7
GABRIELA
He proceeded to gather up his things and I quickly got myself up. I spotted his white tank top propped in the corner and I slid into it. I went over to him and placed my hands on his as he started to put clothes in a backpack. He stopped for a moment and I reached up to cup his cheek. My heart melted at his deep sigh and he closed his eyes briefly before turning to me.
“Please, Diesel. Don’t do this,” I begged softly, but I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t listening.
“I finally have a lead and I’m not letting it go!”
Desperately, I grabbed at the bag and tried yanking it out of his hand. “And what?! You’re gonna throw yourself to the wolves? And accomplish what?”
“To kill the son of a bitch who ruined my life!”
I tugged on the bag again, struggling with him. Wanting to shake him. “Well, I can’t let you do that. I won’t let you die!”
I stared at him and his grip tightened on the bag. “Let go Gabriela.”
I shook my head. “Never! Never.”
I knew I was playing with fire, but I’d do anything to stop him. He tugged roughly on the bag and I plopped down, ass first, onto the floor.
He frowned down at me giving me an exhausted look. “Don’t follow me.”
I scrambled up and grabbed my jeans off the ground. I ran after him, tugging my boots on as I went. He glanced back, but barely slowed down.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m coming with you!”
He turned to me then, placing a hand on my upper arms holding me at bay. “No, you are not. You’ve already made your point perfectly clear. I don’t need you there.”
I tucked in the long seams of his tank into my jeans and the material molded against my breasts. His eyes moved down to them and the tips instantly hardened. The tank top was big and I knew that if I moved slightly they’d be his to ogle at. The thought made my pussy ache.
“Jesus, Gabriela!” He ran a hand through his dark hair and hissed.
“I go where you go.”
His eyes were dark as they glared back at me. “Put on a jacket, will you? Your tits are distracting me.”
I quickly grabbed my brown leather jacket as we made our way out the door. I made sure I had my cell phone and tucked it into my back pocket for safe keeping.
“I think you should call for backup. What if La Cruz is with him?”
He placed his backpack in the compartment under the seat and pulled out a helmet for me. “Put this on.”
“Are you listening to me?”
Ignoring me, he climbed on the bike and slammed on the gear. The rumble of the motor as it roared to life completely drowned me out. His eyes were focused ahead, waiting for me to decide.
Grabbing his shoulder, I slid in behind him, my hands going around his waist. His hand reached out behind him and he gripped my thigh, squeezing it tightly.
“Hang on!”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see!”
As we took off I knew I needed to find a way to reach out to Wolf or Chastity. I couldn’t just let him go off by himself. It was too dangerous, and fuck if he thought I would go in blind. He had another thing coming if he thought I wouldn’t get back up on our ass. I didn’t survive the LAPD by being stupid.
Three hours later I signaled that I needed to stop. He pulled up to a gas station and I quickly leaped off the bike.
“What’s wrong?” He stated taking his helmet off.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
He nodded. “I’ll get gas. Don’t go too far. This isn’t the nicest neighborhood.”
I winked at him and pointed to my badge that hung on my neck.
He frowned and shook his head sadly. “That won’t always protect you, Princess.”
His solemn statement hung in the air and instead of engaging in that sad discussion, I turned around and made my way to the back of the station. Going into the women’s restroom I quickly locked myself in. I pulled out my phone and dialed Chastity first, Gunner answered on the first ring.
“Where are you?”
I frowned, a bit confused. “How did you...? Never mind. We’re on the outskirts of Vegas.”
“You need to keep him away from Calvaro, Gabriela. He’ll fucking kill him.”
“Why do you think I’m calling you? I can’t detain him. He’s after blood. You can’t stop a man like that. You can only join him and see how far he’ll go.”
“Stall him.”
“How?”
I’ve already sent Cain and Knox after him and the Fallen Kings are in Vegas. You need to stall him. We’ve got word that Calvaro is with La Cruz. They’re starting some serious shit and we can’t have D blowing it up.”
“Fuck! I knew it!”
“Look Gabriela, you’re a good cop. Just do your best here, it’s all I’m asking. Diesel’s got a shitty past, but he’s a good man. One who’ll give everything for the one he loves. Even his life. Don’t let him give his life.”
I could hear the worry and angst in Gunner’s voice and I nodded. “I’ll do what I can.”
“We’ll be there soon.”
I tucked the phone back into my pants and stared at myself in the mirror. There was no telling what the hell was going to happen and a feeling of dread was looming over me. I always listened to my gut. It was partly why my ass was still alive. Whatever was going on here was going to go down badly. If only I could make Diesel see it that way.
I jumped at the sound of loud banging on the door.
“Gabriela! Are you in there?” Diesel’s voice came through, a tone of concern ringing through it. I sighed, hating that I was hiding things from him.
I quickly washed my hands, preparing myself for the onslaught of lies I was about to give. My hands were shaking as I dried them off and quickly opened the door. “Sorry I…”
I was suddenly swept up in his arms. He slammed the door shut, and propped me up against it. My legs wrapped around him as he kneaded my hips, leaning into me.
“What has gotten into you?” I whispered.
“You disappeared for too long.” He nuzzled my neck and I felt him breathe me in.
“Diesel?”
He pressed his forehead to mine and took a deep sigh. “I’m sorry. You took so long. At first I thought something bad had happened and then I thought you left me.”
“Hey,” I cupped his cheeks and forced him to look up at me.
His eyes were filled with apprehension. “I know I’m fucking up here. I know this. But I’ve been on my own for a long time. I don’t remember what it’s like to be with someone.”
“I’ll never pressure you into anything baby. And I’m not leaving you. I have no idea what we’re getting into, but if I’m to be your backup you need to trust me. Do you trust me Diesel?”
He looked a bit hesitant, but then his eyes locked onto mine and I felt his strength and his overwhelming willpower.
“I trust you with every fiber of my being, Princess.” His gruff response made me melt and as his lips dragged against mine, I sank into the warm feeling of him.
He reached around and dragged my jeans down, tugging them along my hips. Almost desperately, he let me down briefly sweeping a pant leg off and then gripping my ass he propped me back up against that door. One moment I’m up in the air, the next he’s sliding me down onto him, our adrenaline kicking in as he filled me. My pussy throbbing as he penetrated me, his hard length spreading me so agonizingly slow. His eyes locked on mine as he lifted me off his cock only to thrust up as he slammed me down.
“Diesel!” I cried out his name as I let him take me. Up and down in strong, forceful thrusts as he held me suspended in the air.
It was the most exquisite feeling to let go, to submit to him, pleasure coursing all through my body.
“Fuck, Gabriela. I need you baby. I need you so fucking much!”
He ravaged me then, making me cry out as his thrusts got more intense, faster, and deeper. His scruffy chin scraped against my neck, his hands gripping my ass tightly while I was driven up and down on his rigid pole. It was unbelievable how easily he carried me, how easy it was for me to give up my control. I never gave up control to anyone, yet I found it liberating. I’d let Diesel do anything he wanted to me, anything at all. I shook as my orgasm took me over. I cried out as he fucked me through it, making me shudder and convulse around him. He was everything I wanted and I wanted to keep him safe. He growled in my ear as he let himself go, releasing his hot cum into my unprotected womb as he held me tight.
We were in a dingy bathroom in the middle of nowhere with danger looming ahead of us, yet all I could think about was how warm and strong my man felt. How I didn’t want to let me go. How I needed to save him, even if it meant saving him from himself.