Jewel watched Diesel in the mirror above them. His ass flexed powerfully, his back muscles made his tattoos, the club’s insignia and rockers, move as if they were alive, her legs wrapped around his bulky thighs as much as she could get them.

He was driving into her forcefully with each thrust of his hips. His mouth was to her ear, her hand wrapped around the side of his head holding him there, and with every grunt, her pussy clenched harder around him.

She was about to come. The sight and sound of him combined with his movement was driving her over the edge. She’d already come once when he had his mouth on her earlier. And a second time as soon as he’d taken her with his cock, because she had still been on a high from the first orgasm.

Where this man got his skill, she’d never know. It certainly wasn’t in a bathroom with random females, which was his M.O.

Or, hopefully, his former Modus Operandi. Jewel didn’t think she could stand to see him with another woman again. Not now, not ever, now that she’d had him.

Now that he’d had her.

“Feel you squeezin’ me, baby.”

The “baby” thing was new. Every time he called her that, it caught her off guard. She wondered if it had anything to do with her slipping up and telling him that she loved him.

She certainly hadn’t gone to his room to admit that. It just happened. But it seemed to affect him, which shouldn’t surprise her, but normally much didn’t affect the man.

Though, she couldn’t imagine that he’d had any other woman ever tell him that. He’d never let anyone close enough to even give them the chance to feel that way about him.

All the club sisters loved him, of course, but it was more like loving a big, bossy brother, not in the same way Jewel did.

“D,” she breathed.

He grunted again in her ear.

“Going to come,” she whispered.

“Yeah, baby, come,” he urged, his voice gruff in her ear.

Then it hit her, her toes curled as the wave rushed over and through her. Her nails dug into the side of his head, the nails from her other hand raked over his shoulder and down his back as the currents swept through her for what seemed like forever.

He had stilled when it started. But he began to grind deep again when he growled, “You’re fuckin’ mine.”

His statement sent a shiver down her spine. She didn’t know what that meant to him, to them.

Where that would take them from this moment forward.

“Mine,” he said again as he thrust deep one more time and spilled inside her with a low, long grunt. He shoved his face into her neck, his breath beating a tattoo against her throat.

“Yours,” Jewel said softly as she cupped the back of his head. Her eyes flicked back up to the mirror. She looked so tiny under him.

He was such a beast.

And if what he had just said was true, he was her beast.

“Ain’t gonna be like Z an’ Sophie,” his voice came muffled against her skin. He lifted his head and shifted until he was directly over top of her, catching and holding her gaze. “No ring, no weddin’, no babies, no ol’ lady status. Ain’t doin’ it now. Can’t promise to do it later, either. Either accept it or don’t, Jewelee. Can’t give you more than that. Not now. Maybe not ever. Gonna take it as it comes, yeah?”

None of that sounded ideal to her. None of it.

But she loved him. Even if he didn’t feel exactly the same way about her, she did recognize the fact that there was something there. He did feel something for her, she just wasn’t sure what.

Whatever it was, she might be able to work with it and hope she didn’t come out on the losing end later.

“We can take it as it comes,” she agreed.

“No one else, woman. Serious. No one for me, no one for you. Can give you that. Comes a day we don’t like that arrangement anymore, we can move on. No hard feelin’s.”

Now he was pushing it. No hard feelings? They get tired of each other and just move on? Simply brush each other off and go their separate ways? Even if that was easily done emotionally, the fact that they were both DAMC would make it more difficult. It would be hard to avoid him after something like that unless she totally separated herself from the club and gave up her job, her sisterhood, her family.

“Really, D? I get tired of being a booty call and decide to move on, you’re not going to have any hard feelings? You’ll be fine with that?”

He growled, “Ain’t a booty call. Don’t say that shit.”

“But isn’t that what I’ll be unless you claim me as yours?”

He jerked his head back and stared at her for a moment before sliding his bulk to her side. He rolled onto his back and she stared at him through the mirror.

“Even if I claim you as my woman, not even my ol’ lady, it can put a target on your back.”

“You mean with the Warriors?”

“With anyone.”

“Saying I was your ol’ lady saved me with the Demons. Why would it be any different with anyone else, barring the Warriors. They’re just assholes no matter what.”

He didn’t answer her. She didn’t even get a grunt.

Club business was not a woman’s business. His security business wasn’t, either. He wasn’t going to talk about it.

That was nothing new to any of the DAMC women. Though, Diesel had been known to say more than he should on past occasions because no one would challenge him on it. But today wasn’t going to be one of those days.

She decided to go back to their previous subject. “So since, according to you, I’m not just a booty call, then are you still planning on rolling out of my bed in the middle of the night to go back to that disgusting shithole you sleep in?”

“Don’t got a mirror over my bed. Got a mirror over yours.”

“And that means...” she prodded, her heart thudding in her chest because she thought she knew what that meant but wanted to make sure.

“Want me in your bed?” he asked, turning his head on the pillow in her direction.

His dark brown eyes, his expression gave her nothing. He had a good poker face. Always had.

She rolled to her side up against him, placed a hand to his chest and stared down at him. “Yeah.”

“Then I’m in your bed.”

Just like that. From fighting her to not.

“Every night?”

His jaw shifted and his nostrils flared so slightly she almost missed it. “Can’t promise that. Can’t tell you what time I’ll roll in. But I’ll try to roll in every night. Got me?”

“Got you,” she whispered. “So no holding dinner for you.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled. “No, but can cook me shit if you’re good at it. Got a microwave. Know how to warm shit up.”

She pictured the state of his room at church. “Got a rule, though.”

“Nope. Diesel’s number one rule: no naggin’.”

“D, you can’t be throwing your clothes all over the floor.”

“Then pick ‘em up.”

Damn.

He continued, “Rule two: no bitchin’.”

“Well, rules were meant to be broken,” she muttered.

“Woman,” he warned.

Jewel bit her lips together to keep from laughing.

“Rule three: No runnin’ ‘round partyin’ with Kelsea. Wanna party, your ass is at church. Safe there. Not attractin’ strange, either.”

“D,” Jewel started.

“No lip, woman. Make that rule four.”

“Jesus, you’re bossy.”

“Yeah, you know it.” He hooked her under her arms and pulled her across him from shoulder to hip, then smacked her ass. “You love it.”

Jewel snorted. “Right, I can’t say I love you being bossy.”

“Love me?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

“Love bossy then.”

She whacked his arm and rolled her eyes at him. “Yeah, right.”

His eyes tipped up toward the ceiling and Jewel twisted her neck enough to see what he was looking at. Diesel laid naked on her bed, only covered by his tattoos and her. And his wide hand was planted firmly on her ass.

It looked good. It looked right.

“See that?” she asked softy.

“Yeah, baby. See it. Thankin’ Jag for puttin’ that up.”

She laid her cheek on his chest and sighed. “About time you got some sense.”

His body shook beneath hers and she tipped her eyes up to him. “Are you laughing?”

“Yeah,” he said and a smile cracked his face.

A fucking smile.

He was looking at her and smiling.

Holy crap! Her heart stilled, then started to thump wildly.

She melted into him more, wearing her own smile. “D...”

“Shut up, woman.”

She stifled her laugh and closed her eyes to savor the warmth of his skin, the strong beat of his heart, and the security of his arms wrapped around her, holding her tight.

Gonna take it as it comes, yeah?

Yeah, she was going to take it as it comes. And see where it goes.