This Ain't Love: MC Romance (BDMC: Second Generation Book 1)

by A. M. Myers

  Oh, fuck.

  What the hell is he going to do with that?

  “Keep going,” he orders and I waste no time in grabbing my top and pulling it over my head. He holds me captive with his eyes as he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his legs. His cock stands at attention and I can’t look away as I take a step toward him. Once I’m close enough, he leans forward and grabs my hand again, pulling me back into his lap. His length rubs against my pussy as I wiggle against him and he bands his arm around my waist again, holding me still. A noise of protest rises up in my throat.

  “Diego,” I whine, hating the way my voice sounds right now but I honestly can’t help it. “Please.”

  My traitorous stomach chooses this moment to growl again, reminding him that I haven’t eaten today and his eyes darken as he reaches over to the table and grabs the belt. I jerk back, trying to get away from him as I stare at the offending object with wide eyes but he doesn’t release me and when I glance back at him, he gives me a reassuring look.

  “Hands behind your back, Mama.”

  I shake my head. “No.”

  “Why not?” he asks, studying me. I don’t want to meet his eyes but I can’t seem to stop myself as I look up, trying desperately to banish memories that have the ability to ruin this moment. Shaking my head, I force my body to relax.

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  His jaw tenses, revealing his frustration before he takes a deep breath and reaches up, cupping my cheek in his large hand. “Do you trust me, baby?”

  Well, that’s a loaded fucking question.

  Do I trust him to protect me and keep me safe? Yes.

  Do I trust him to be a damn good father to our son and a supportive co-parent to me? Absolutely.

  But do I trust him to hand over complete control of my body to him? I don’t trust anyone that much.

  “Please,” he whispers, brushing his thumb over my cheek as he urges me with his gaze to give into him. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”

  Of that, I have no doubt.

  Finally, I sigh and nod. “If I say stop, you stop immediately.”

  “Of course.” He looks a little offended that I even felt the need to make that clear but if I’m going to let him tie my hands up, I need to know that I have the control to make it end. Taking a deep breath, I put my hands behind my back and he leans forward, wrapping his arms around my body to secure my hands as he presses his lips to my neck again and again. Once the belt is tight around my wrists, I try to tug them apart to test it but they don’t move and I force down the sliver of fear winding its way through my body.

  “Now, put your feet on the rungs connecting the legs and lift your body up,” he orders and my pussy clenches at the command in his voice. God help me, the man can make me wet without even laying a finger on me. My feet find the two bars that run perpendicular to the legs and I use them to lift myself up as he keeps a hand on my hip to steady me. The other hand slips between my legs and drags across my clit.

  “Diego.”

  He groans. “Jesus, you’re already soaking for me. Were you sitting over here thinking about how good my cock feels inside you, Mama?”

  “Yes,” I admit and he groans again, his fingers digging into my hip as his eyes close for a moment. When he opens them, he wraps his hand around the base of his cock and holds it up.

  “Take what you want then.”

  Air punches out of me and my legs shake as I lower myself onto his length, gasping in relief as it fills me. It’s big, stretching me open and I wiggle around on his lap as he bottoms out inside me.

  “Fuck,” he grits, gripping my hip tighter as his other hand slips into my hair. He pulls me toward him and claims my mouth in a kiss so hot that I melt into him, rocking my hips. Like he’s branding me as his, he nips, licks, and kisses me until my lips feel swollen before pulling away and dragging his mouth down my neck. I rock my hips faster, pressure building in my belly and my muscles tensing.

  Oh, God, I’m so close already.

  Just as I feel the first spark of my release, he wraps his arm around my hips and holds me so firmly that I can’t move anymore. I whine, looking up at him and the grin on his face tells me that this was his intention all along.

  “Why?”

  His grin grows. “Because you look so fucking gorgeous right now, when you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm. I can’t get enough.”

  “Please,” I beg and he shakes his head, reaching over to the table and grabbing the fork from the plate. I’d totally forgotten about the food. He spears a piece of the honey garlic chicken I made for dinner last night and holds it out in front of me.

  “Eat.”

  I shake my head. “Let me come first.”

  “No,” he answers, still holding the food in front of my mouth as he leans in and kisses the hollow of my throat, sending a tingle straight between my legs. While he’s a little distracted, I try to rock my hips again but he’s too strong and a cry of indignation flies out of my mouth. “Take your feet off the rungs or I will make good on my earlier promise.”

  His threat from a few minutes ago flicks through my mind and I shove my feet off the rungs, pissed as hell.

  “Maybe I’ll go buy myself a goddamn cock cage so you can’t come either and level the playing field, you smug fucking bastard.”

  He laughs. “You think I’m jerking off in the shower without you, Mama? If you don’t come, I don’t come.”

  “Then why are you doing this?” I ask, trying to wiggle in his lap and he digs his fingers into my hip in warning.

  “Because it turns you on and that makes my cock so fucking hard. Just take a bite, Izzy, and then I’ll let you ride again.”

  Using every ounce of fury I feel, I snatch the piece of chicken off of the fork and I can feel his smile as he presses another kiss to my neck. The fork clatters to the table as he half tosses it to the plate.

  “Put your feet back on the rungs.”

  I follow his directions as he grabs both of my hips and as soon as I’m secure, I rise up, letting his length drag out of me before sinking back onto him. He groans, his eyes rolling back as his fingers flex against my skin and then his grip tightens, pulling me up off his cock and back down again.

  Jesus Christ.

  He finds a rhythm he likes, lifting me up and thrusting off the chair as he brings me back down, making my head spin as my body climbs back toward release. I help as much as I can but with my arms behind my back and only the rungs of the chair to work with, it’s not much. Not that he needs the help. He’s insatiable, driving into me like a mad man and I fucking love it.

  But I need more.

  “Release my hands,” I whisper and he stops in a heartbeat, leaning forward and undoing the buckle on the belt so my hands can fall free. They’re a little stiff and I clench them before leaning into him and pressing one hand to his chest. My lips find his as I slip my other hand into his hair and lightly scratch at the top of his neck.

  “Isabelle,” he groans, his head dropping back as his hands find my hips again and we’re off. His pace is more frantic than before and his cock jumps inside me so I know he’s just as close as I am. There will be no more stopping for him to feed me and if I could form words right now, I would rejoice. Heat rushes through me as he presses his lips to my chest and works his way down to the peak. Before he can wrap his lips around the little bud, his phone rings on the table and he pulls back just enough to glare at the thing.

  “Ignore it.”

  I moan as he drives up into me harder. “It could be important.”

  Look, I don’t want to stop either but in the corner of my mind, the one tiny piece that isn’t soaked in pleasure and non-functioning, it occurs to me that it could be about Luca or his friend and that seems important.

  “They’ll leave a message.”

  Okay.

  Yep, no more arguments from me.

  “Kiss me,” he growls, an anguish in his voice that compels me forwar
d and the sound of the ringing phone fades into the background as I press my lips to his and grab his face with both of my hands. He groans deep in his throat. The sound reverberates through me and I echo it back to him, moaning as I pour myself into our kiss. It’s crazed, frantic, desperate as he thrusts his cock up into me again and again, both of us chasing our release. He reaches up, threading his fingers through my hair and pulls it, hard, as his teeth sink into my bottom lip. “Get there, Izzy.”

  The desperation in his voice sends me over the edge and I scream his name as my orgasm rushes over me, dragging into waves of pleasure. Lights dance in my vision and my body shakes. Both of his hands find my hips again and a loud groan cuts through the air as he spears into me faster, his eyes wild. Oh, God, that’s sexy as hell. Leaning forward, I press my hand to his cheek and force his gaze to mine.

  “Come inside me, Diego. I want to feel it,” I whisper. “Give it to me.”

  A roar of pleasure barrels out of his mouth as he thrusts into me one more time and drops his head back, his entire body shaking with the force of his release. His cock pulses inside me and I squeeze my inner muscles around it, pulling another groan out of him.

  “Oh, fuck, Iz,” he hisses through clenched teeth and I moan in response, loving how uninhibited he is when we come together like this. Eyes wild, he struggles to catch his breath and a bead of sweat slips down the side of his face but he never takes his eyes off of me, letting me see him the same way he sees me. My heart hammers and for the life of me, I can’t look away. This man… he might just be fucking perfect, everything I need and then some. My stomach flips at the thought and I quickly shove it away because no way in hell am I going there right now. Finally, he relaxes, sinking into the chair with a soft grunt. Completely spent, I collapse against him as we both struggle to catch our breaths and he wraps his arms around my body, holding me close. The silence around us is comfortable and I sink into it, just enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.

  “I should probably check to see who called,” he murmurs, sounding even less convinced to move than I feel right now and I nod against his chest. He’s free to do whatever the hell he wants but I’m not moving yet. After a moment, he reaches out and grabs the phone off of the table before pressing a few buttons.

  “Hello, this is Captain John Grier with the Baton Rouge Fire Department,” a voice says from the phone and I sit up, staring at the screen with a scowl. “I’m calling for Isabelle Hutton in regard to an incident that occurred earlier this afternoon. If you could give me a call back at your earliest convenience, that would be appreciated.”

  What?

  A wave of unease rolls through me as the possibilities race through my mind. I meet Diego’s eyes and he pulls me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead, as he presses the button to return Captain Grier’s call. With my heart racing, I cradle my belly and pray that whatever he has to tell us will get us one step closer to tracking down Luca and ending this once and for all.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Isabelle

  It’s all gone.

  When Diego called Captain Grier back a little over an hour ago and he explained what was going on, I didn’t believe it. I couldn’t. It was impossible to wrap my mind around what he was saying but now, as I stand in front of the smoldering shell of what used to be my home, the reality that I’ve lost everything crashes into me. There were countless photos of me, friends, family that spanned years and now, they’re just gone. Priceless mementos that I had collected over the years that I can never get back. Every single thing I owned was in this house, except for the one bag of clothes now at Diego’s, and I’ve lost it all. Tears sting my eyes and my hands shake, my mind flipping through each single room and cataloguing everything in that space like a mental tally of the things that were ripped away from me today. But I only get as far as the downstairs guest bedroom before my knees give out and I sink to the ground.

  I have nothing.

  It’s all gone.

  What am I going to do?

  As my mind spins with questions, I remember a photo album that I kept on a bookshelf in the living room. The Christmas after I turned seven, my mother gave me a Polaroid camera. I absolutely loved it and I carted that thing around with me everywhere, snapping shots of my sister and me. She was one of my only friends back then, the only person who really understood me and I took so many photos of the two of us, photos that were in that album and photos that I’ll never get back. My chest aches as a tear slips down my cheek. Firefighters are still milling around the scene and Diego is behind me with four of his brothers but I don’t care who sees me crying right now. I can’t stop the tears and I can’t bring myself to give a shit as I jump to all the things I’ll miss the most.

  In my jewelry box upstairs, there was a ring given to me by my mom but it had originally belonged to her mother. It was the ring my grandfather gave her when he got down on one knee and asked her to be his wife. I can still remember sitting in her lap as a little girl, listening to her tell the story of how they met and fell in love with tears in her eyes and a big smile on her face. Then Papa would come in and they’d just stop and stare at each other with so much love in their eyes that I was convinced their story was a real-life fairy tale. When Papa died of a heart attack when I was eight, Lita was absolutely heartbroken. She died just three months later and I was always convinced that living without Papa was just too much sorrow for her to bear. After the funeral, my mom gave me the ring and a note, telling me that Lita had wanted me to have them. The note was tucked into my bedside table drawer upstairs and more tears flow because I have no hope that it was saved from the fire.

  “Can you guys go run a perimeter check?” Diego asks and I glance over my shoulder as Logan, Chance, Maverick, and Ink head toward the woods to check for any signs of danger. As soon as Diego hung up the phone with Captain Grier, I was off of his lap and throwing clothes on my body. I needed to get down here as soon as possible and see the carnage for myself but Diego stopped me, concerned this was a trap. And as much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I’d seen a show years back about how when someone is targeting first responders, they’ll make a bomb go off and when everyone rushes in to help the injured, they blow the second, bigger bomb and kill as many people as they can. Turning back to my home, I suck in a breath and my stomach flips as I wonder if that’s what is going on here.

  What else would Luca’s motives be?

  Break me down?

  Scare me?

  He’d already done both of those things but it hadn’t gotten him any closer to his end goal of taking me out and with me locked behind the safety of the compound wall, he couldn’t get to me.

  But out here…

  “Come here, baby,” Diego whispers, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet again. As we turn back to the house, he wraps an arm around my waist to support me. I can feel his gaze on me, watching me carefully before he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my cheek. “I’m sorry.”

  I turn into him, shaking my head. I can’t say that it’s okay or that I’m okay because right now, I’m not, and I’m not going to lie to him. His other arm wraps around my body and he presses his lips to the top of my head as I bury my face in his chest. The woodsy, spicy scent that I’ve become addicted to lately envelops me.

  “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

  I nod. “I know.”

  “Then, talk to me, Mama,” he says, cupping my cheek and forcing my head away from his chest so he can look into my eyes. “Cause I fucking hate seeing you like this. Tell me what I can do to make you feel better right now.”

  “You can’t, Diego. I’ve lost everything,” I whisper, my lip wobbling as more tears fill my eyes. A tortured look flashes across his face and he pulls me into his body again, pressing another kiss to the top of my head.

  “Not everything. You’ve still got me and you’ve got our boy,” he says, placing one of his hands on my belly. “And you have this club. All these people love you, Iz,
and they’ve got you.”

  I nod again. “I know.”

  “Let’s see if we can go inside and find anything that we can salvage.”

  “Is it safe?” I ask, jerking back to look up at him and he glances over at the tree line. I follow his gaze. Logan steps out of the brush, giving Diego a nod. Chance comes next, emerging from the back of the house before giving us a thumbs up. Maverick and Ink follow, moving away from the tress on the other side of the property. They both nod and Diego turns back to me.

  “Let’s see if we can find Captain Grier.”

  We turn and scan the crowd but it’s still chaos. There are two fire trucks parked in the yard, close to the house and at least ten men roaming around in gear, checking to make sure the blaze is out and things are safe. A man steps away from a throng of people and glances our way before going to confer with a few of the firefighters. When he finishes, he starts coming toward us and Diego grabs my hand as we close the distance between us.

  “Mr. Rodriguez,” he says when we reach each other. “Miss Hutton.”

  “How bad is it?” I ask, staring up at my house behind him. From the outside, it looks demolished but I’m holding onto a tiny, minuscule piece of hope that the inside looks better than this. Captain Grier sighs.

  “I’m gonna be honest with you… there is nothing salvageable from the first floor. The fire started in the kitchen and the floor was doused in gasoline which made it go up quick. It didn’t help that whoever did this trashed the place pretty thoroughly before he lit it up. It gave the fire lots of fuel to get going very quickly. You have any idea who would want to do this?”

  Diego nods. “We do. She’s been staying with us for protection after an incident two weeks ago but we can talk later and trade details if you’d like.”