by Jamie Begley
“You’re so tight your squeezing my tongue.” One of his hands went to her pussy, his fingers rubbing in her wetness before sliding one finger deeply into her warmth. Diamond moaned, helpless underneath him. “How long has it been since you’ve been fucked? As fucking tight and wound up as you are, I bet it’s been a while.”
“Go to hell!”
“Be careful, Diamond, or I won’t give you my tongue back.” Diamond opened her mouth to blast him before closing it with a snap.
“Smart woman.” Knox removed his finger, bringing his mouth back to her pussy as he gave her what she needed.
The damn tongue ring was putting pressure against her clit, and with a hard push of the metal ball against the bundle of nerves, Diamond stiffened into an orgasm that had her hands smothering the scream she couldn’t prevent.
Knox lowered her legs until they hung off the side of the bed. Diamond looked up to see Knox standing smugly over her satisfied body.
“You know where to find me if you want more.” She then watched as he left her bedroom.
Rolling to her side when she heard the front door open and close, her hand that she had used to smother the sound of her climax curled into a ball as she bit her hand in a storm of regret.
He had just shoved her insults down her throat. She had never felt fear that he wouldn’t stop, although she had been unable to make herself utter the words. The bastard had proved, without a doubt, that she had wanted him.
Diamond learned a hard lesson about challenging Knox. The next time she had a point to prove, she wouldn’t do it in a bedroom.
Chapter Ten
Knox sat on his bike in the parking lot, trying to get his cock back under control. He was tempted to go back up the steps to her apartment and finish what he’d started. The only thing stopping him was the certainty that she would fight her desire tooth and nail.
Knox started his bike, going for a ride to clear his thoughts before heading back to the clubhouse. It didn’t take a brilliant mind to know that Diamond was fighting her attraction to him. Knox was aware that the buttoned up lawyer was convinced she knew what kind of man he was. Besides that, both times she had come to the clubhouse hadn’t helped in her low opinion of him.
Knox gunned his motor, taking the bike wide fucking open as he flew down the back county roads. His mind went back to the first time he had seen the luscious redhead at the clubhouse, interviewing Winter on her case against the school board. He’d had Natasha and Jewell at the bar, coming down from the upstairs. He was sure the activities they had participated in had been obvious.
Yesterday morning hadn’t been any better. She had looked through the doorway to spy him with only a sheet around his hips and two women along with Rider in his bed. It had been disgusting to her and she had made no effort to hide it.
Knox smiled to himself. Two members of The Last Riders had just left his room. She would have really gotten an eyeful if they had all arrived just ten minutes earlier. He had nights like that often and didn’t intend to apologize for his lifestyle.
“Fuck her,” Knox said, the wind throwing his words back at him.
He could tell just from a distance that Diamond had issues going on with her family, and from the look of her biker father, he was going to get tarnished with whatever bullshit she had going on with him.
Slowing down, Knox turned around before he could reach the county line, bringing his bike back up to a speed he was comfortable with on the winding road. His thoughts went back to the woman lying on her bed with her spread legs and warm pussy. The desire burning his body had him actually considering making a play for the bitchy woman. Knox knew the woman would need careful handling to get her in his bed, although he wondered if it would be worth the effort.
“Dammit.” Going through town, he slowed his speed and headed towards the clubhouse.
He needed a shower and to get caught up on some work, both would take his mind off the redhead that didn’t know she had aroused a part of him he’d long since thought had disappeared. If he did decide to pursue the woman, he had to keep it in mind that she was only a fuck. He wasn’t about to distract her from proving his innocence nor was he going to become too involved with a woman who obviously thought he was beneath her.
Knox bet the woman was angry; her body wanted him while she despised everything else about him.
* * *
It took Diamond two days to feel better. Thankfully, her secretary called to say that her case in court was delayed; Judge Creech having the same virus that she and everyone in town seemed to be suffering from. I hope I gave it to Knox, she thought vindictively. She hadn’t seen him since he had left her apartment. Diamond, contrarily, didn’t want to think of the number of women available at the clubhouse to tend to the sick man or to provide for his other needs if he wasn’t.
With time on her hands, she decided to clean her apartment and wash clothes. She was folding the last few items when her doorbell rang.
She almost didn’t open her door when she looked through the peephole and saw who was outside. Only the drama that would unfold in front of her neighbors had her unlocking her door.
“What do you want, Sex Piston?” Her sister and crew looked pityingly at her jeans and old t-shirt.
“Girl, you look like shit,” her sister responded to her unwelcome response at seeing her.
“Thanks,” Diamond responded casually, eyeing her sister’s black booty shorts and thigh high boots, wondering how she wore the clothing with the cold weather outside. She had completed her outfit with a dark red t-shirt and leather fringe jacket. Her red hair should have clashed with her red top, but instead it made her look sexy and sassy, both of which Diamond was not.
Sex Piston brushed by her sister with her crew of bitches following her lead.
“Beth said you weren’t feeling well, so I thought I’d swing by and check on you.” Diamond looked outside to see her sister’s green car that they drove themselves in when they weren’t on the back of someone’s bike.
“I’m fine,” Diamond said, standing by the door while hoping Sex Piston would get her message.
“Damn girl, this apartment is white,” Crazy Bitch remarked, sinking down on Diamond’s sofa.
Diamond sighed. Closing the door, she came back into the living room and sat down to finish folding her clothes, knowing that the women would soon grow bored with her ignoring them and leave.
Sex Piston leaned forward, digging through her freshly washed, clothes and pulled out a bright pink pair of thong underwear and matching pink bra. “Can I borrow these?”
“No,” snapped Diamond, taking them from her and placing them back in the laundry basket.
“Get out of the kitchen, Louise.” Diamond refused to call her fat; the woman didn’t weigh a hundred freaking pounds. The only thing big about her was her ass, which she was determined to put on display in the tightest pants imaginable.
“Why don’t you have anything to fucking snack on?” Louise said, coming out of the kitchen.
“I’m on a diet.”
“What for?” Sex Piston asked. “It’s not like you care what anyone thinks.”
“I don’t.” Diamond wasn’t really, however she was well aware that she was much larger than her voluptuous sister, who was small with curves in all the right places, not the flabby ass and tummy Diamond had to deal with constantly.
“Ma wants you to come to dinner on Friday.”
“I’m busy.”
“Then get un-busy and get your ass there. She’s cooking.” Damn, her mom never cooked, and it showed with how terrible she was at it, but she always did it when she had bad news to impart. The last time she had cooked, she had told them her annual mammogram had shown a spot. Thankfully after a biopsy, it had proven to be nothing to worry about, yet Diamond’s body tautened, knowing she wouldn’t be able to miss the dinner.
“I’ll be there.”
Sex Piston nodded. “Heard you got a new case defending that fucker Knox. He kill the bitc
h?”
“No,” Diamond replied irritably at the same time she took her red thong away from Crazy Bitch. Jerking her laundry basket away from the women, she carried it into her bedroom.
She knew it had been a mistake leaving the women alone when she returned to find them in her kitchen fixing themselves lunch. Giving in, she helped them to save her clean kitchen from being destroyed. Fixing sandwiches, they sat at her table, drinking the last of her wine she kept in the fridge.
“So why you so sure he didn’t kill that bitch?” Sex Piston asked.
“Because I am.” She refused to discuss Knox’s case with her sister, instead she took her dirty plate to the sink.
Sex Piston narrowed her eyes at her sister. “Don’t get attached to that fuckwad, Diamond. Beth told me what went on in that clubhouse before she married Razer. Now she doesn’t tell me shit except that those parties and sex swapping are still going strong.”
“I don’t know or care what goes on in that clubhouse,” Diamond answered, clearing the dishes from the table.
“Good. Because, if you can’t handle what goes down with the Destructors, you sure as shit can’t handle The Last Riders. And from what Beth said, Knox is the worst one. Says he goes at the women for hours.”
“No shit?” Crazy Bitch asked, setting down her glass of wine.
“No shit,” Sex Piston answered.
“Damn, the Destructors need to get some of that shit going on. Too bad that they don’t look like The Last Riders,” Crazy Bitch said wishfully.
“You’re telling me; Ace and the rest of them all need to lose that spare their carrying around their middle.”
“What’s it matter? You’ve never let it bug you before?” Diamond said, picking up her empty wine glass. If Diamond hadn’t been looking at her sister, she would have missed the hurt look before her sister managed to cover it with her usual blasé attitude.
“They broke up for good this time,” Killyama answered for her friend, throwing Sex Piston one of her pissed off glares.
“They never break up for good. They’ll be back together by Friday. He’ll have his ass sitting at Mom’s table before I get there.”
“Not unless that bitch he knocked up lets him loose.”
“He got someone pregnant while he was seeing Sex Piston?”
“Nope, they were on one of their breaks. I guess it’s more permanent than they thought it was going to be,” Crazy Bitch said, looking at Sex Piston.
“I was done with his sorry ass anyway. He knocked up some eighteen-year-old. She can snuggle up to his hairy ass.” Her chair scrapped back from the table.
“Sex Piston—” Her sister cut her off.
“Let’s move,” she said to her bitches. Her crew all stood to their feet, following behind her to the door. “See you Friday.”
Diamond watched them leave, piling into their puke green car. Sex Piston’s face was still set in her I’ll-kick-your-ass visage she’d used since she was a little girl. Diamond had no doubt that Ace would rue the day he had cheated on Sex Piston.
* * *
Diamond had just put a pizza in the oven when her doorbell rang. Going to the door, she saw Rider and Knox.
When she opened the door, Rider handed her the keys to her car.
“All fixed.”
“Thanks. How much do I owe you?” Diamond asked, stepping away from the door to get her purse. When she turned back around both men were inside her apartment. Still embarrassed from the way that she had behaved the last time Knox was in her apartment, she kept her eyes on Rider.
“Viper took care of it. He said he’d take it out of your payment for representing Knox.” Diamond started to argue, but Rider held up his hand. “You got a problem with it, take it up with Viper. Don’t shoot the messenger.” Reluctantly, Diamond put down her purse.
“I won’t. I’ll settle up with him the next time I see him.”
“Cool. That pizza I smell?” Rider asked, lifting his nose in the air.
“Yes,” Diamond admitted reluctantly.
Neither man made a move to leave. Having dealt once today with her sister and her hungry crew, Diamond knew where this was headed.
“We didn’t get lunch today, trying to get your car fixed and brought back to you. We figured you’d be recovered enough to get back to work tomorrow,” Knox said. Diamond caved in at the reminders of his helping her when she was sick then fixing her car.
“Would you like to stay for dinner?”
“Yes,” they both answered at once.
“Have a seat.”
They sat at the kitchen table as Diamond took the pizza out of the oven.
“Got any beer?” Rider asked with hope in his voice.
“No, and I don’t have any wine. Sex Piston and her friends finished it off earlier today.”
“Thank God we missed them.” Rider shuddered.
“That’s her sister, dumbass.”
“Sorry,” Rider apologized as he pulled a slice of pizza free from the tray.
“It’s okay. My sister and her friends are an acquired taste.” Sitting down at the table, she put a pitcher of sweetened tea and glasses on the table before taking a slice of pizza onto her own plate.
As they ate, wiping out the pizza, Diamond barely managed to grab the last slice away from Rider, who gave her sad puppy dog eyes. When she was about to take a bite, his eyes dropped to her mouth as she opened it. Diamond closed her mouth and handed him the pizza.
“That wasn’t fair,” she chastised him. Rider took a large bite of the cheesy pizza, shrugging his shoulders.
“I don’t remember the last time I had homemade pizza. Usually we get frozen from the freezer. I was willing to fight dirty,” Rider explained.
Diamond found herself laughing at the friendly man. Her eyes went to Knox, surprised he had let his friend have the last slice. Her eyes met the heat in his, bringing the desire back into her body that had been missing since he left the other day.
Diamond broke eye contact and then stood to her feet and gathered the dirty dishes. As she turned around to get the glasses, she almost bumped into Knox as he carried the glasses to the sink.
“Let me do the dishes since we invited ourselves to dinner.”
“No, that’s okay.”
Knox ignored her and began doing the dishes as she stood helplessly watching, not wanting to make an ass of herself by throwing out the two men who had temporally taken over her apartment.
Rider went into the living room and turned on her television set, making himself comfortable as he started flipping through her channels.
“Thanks for the pizza,” Knox said.
“You’re welcome.” Diamond moved away to wipe the table down.
“Sex Piston stop by often?”
“Not really. We’re not very close.” Diamond shrugged, folding the dishcloth.
“She have any particular reason for stopping by today?” Knox asked. Diamond watched as he did a decent job at doing the dishes. For some reason she had assumed he would be clumsy because of his size, but his hands were expertly washing and rinsing them.
“We’re having a family dinner on Friday.”
Finishing the dishes, he turned to look at her. “From your expression, you’re not looking forward to it.”
“Not really. I’m not very close to my family.”
“Why?”
“No reason really; we’re just different. We don’t have much in common.” Diamond turned away, determined to change the subject from her family. It merely reminded her that she was stupid even to be talking to Knox. It was not only unprofessional, but it would lead to a road she had no intention of taking.
Pasting her usual plastic expression onto her face, she decided to bring the impromptu evening to an end. Going into the living room, she stood by the couch. “Thanks again for bringing my car—”
“Do you mind if I finish this program? If I leave now, I’ll miss the end.” Rider glanced up from his show, hitting her with another puppy dog
look. Diamond tried to stand strong, however Knox took a seat on the couch and then stretched out his long legs in front of him.
“No, I don’t mind,” Diamond found herself saying. She was about to sit down in the chair when she found herself gripped by the waist and hauled to sit between the men on the couch.
“You can see the television better from here,” Knox explained, not taking his eyes off the television.
At first, Diamond sat between the men uncomfortably, remembering that both had been in Knox’s bedroom the day the warrant was issued. When neither man made a move, she gradually relaxed to watch the show. After it ended, both men rose to their feet without any prompting from her.
“Thanks for dinner and the movie,” Rider said with a grin. Diamond smiled back at the friendly biker. He was definitely the flirt of the group and had learned to use his good looks to his advantage.
“You’re welcome, Rider. Thanks again for my car.”
“Anytime.” Rider went to the door, leaving with Knox following, but Knox paused as she came to the door. Expecting him to go out the door like Rider, she looked at him curiously.
As he shut the door and pulled her to him, Diamond immediately stiffened, trying to pull away, yet Knox put his hand on her ass and pulled her against his hard body.
“I’ve had my mouth on your pussy, but I haven’t had your mouth yet.” Knox then lowered his head before Diamond could object, covering her mouth with his. She tried to tear her lips away, but Knox’s hand buried in her hair, tilting her head to the side as he used the tip of his tongue to part her mouth. As he began thrusting into the warm recesses, gently exploring her mouth, her hands flattened on his chest as she stopped resisting.
His body turned, pressing her body against the door as his tongue raked against her own; the ball a reminder of how it felt against her clit. With that thought, Diamond tore her mouth away from his demanding lips.
“Knox, I’m not going to do this—”
He stepped back from her, staring down at her with a hardened face. “Why not? I know you want to fuck me just as much as I want to fuck you.” Diamond winced at his blunt words.
