“Can’t go anywhere right now, princess. Even so, ain’t nowhere I’d rather be.”
He might rethink that after he found out the truth about her father.
“Gotta rest now so I can think straight later.”
Yeah, she did, too.
Chapter Fifteen
“You said you were raised by a single mom.” Diamond put her fork down and studied Slade who sat across from her at her kitchen table. He was finally feeling well enough to get around, take a shower, and sit with her at the table. She figured he’d soon be moving back to church.
Not that she wanted that to happen. But if he wanted it, she wasn’t going to stop him.
Even so, it was time for her to address the issue she had put off, then if he needed to leave, he could.
“Never said she raised me. Raised in a foster home. No one wanted to step up an’ claim me. My uncle was a member of an MC, so there was no fuckin’ way he was raisin’ an orphan like me. Distant relatives didn’t want nothin’ to do with me. Most of ‘em couldn’t afford an extra mouth, anyhow.”
She pushed away her plate and picked at the label on her bottle of Iron City beer.
He glanced at her half-eaten food. “Ain’t hungry, princess?”
Hell no, she wasn’t hungry. She wanted to puke.
She just found out since her father killed his, he became an orphan and ended up in a foster home. That made this whole thing between their fathers even worse.
“Slade,” she started, but then had to swallow the lump stuck in her throat.
He shoved a forkful of green beans into his mouth and chewed. “What?”
She closed her eyes when the room began to spin.
“What?” he asked her again, more forcefully.
“I need to tell you something...”
Her eyes popped open when his fork clattered onto his plate. His face had become dark and it was from much more than the remaining bruises on his face. “If you fuckin’ tell me you fucked—”
Her eyes widened. “No!” she yelled, then took a breath and repeated, “No,” more softly. “No, there’s been no one but you... This is about my father.”
He pushed his plate away and sat back in his chair, staring at her. “What about ‘im?”
“This is about your father.”
He frowned in confusion. “Diamond, what the fuck?”
She chewed on her bottom lip and looked at the man who had lived with her for the past week, the man who she’d taken care of, the one she had fallen in love with who knew when, the biker who she knew was meant to be her ol’ man.
She knew it. She felt it in her bones. But that didn’t mean he’d want that, especially after she told him what she was about to.
But she needed to get it out. He deserved to know. And she had asked D, Hawk and all of the others to let her be the one to tell him.
Surprisingly, they had respected her wishes.
“My dad... Rocky went to prison a long time ago...”
“Yeah, babe, know that.”
“Your father was killed a long time ago...”
His head tilted as he studied her. “Don’t know when he was killed. Gonna ask D to find out the details.”
“Slade...”
He slammed his hand on the table which not only made the silverware jump but Diamond, too. “Diamond, where the fuck you goin’ with this?”
She swallowed again then braced herself. “D already knows the details. Had Hunter dig them up.”
He stared at her with his dark brown eyes intense, his brows low. “You know?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “I know.”
His nostrils flared, and he didn’t say a word for a long moment. “Why’d you keep it from me?”
“When I tell you what I know, I hope you’ll understand why.”
His jaw tightened then he demanded, “Tell me.”
“My father was put in prison for killing two Warriors.”
“Yeah... oh fuck.” He shoved his chair back so hard, the legs squealed against the floor. He pushed to his feet.
“One of the Warriors was—”
“Oh fuck,” he muttered, shaking his head.
“Buzz,” she finished, closing her eyes and waiting for him to rush from the room. When he didn’t move, she opened them again. He wasn’t looking at her, though. He was staring at the ceiling, his hand wrapped around the back of his neck.
“Fuck,” he muttered again.
She stood and rushed around the table, but he stepped back and held out a hand to stop her from coming any closer.
His dark eyes landed on her. “You tellin’ me that your father killed mine?”
Diamond took a shaky breath. “Yeah, that’s what I’m telling you.”
“You knew for how long?”
“Since that day...”
“What day?”
“The day I lied to you about Rig.”
“The day you found out my father was a Warrior an’ you pushed me away.”
“Yes.”
“D wasn’t sure of my loyalty because of that.”
“Yes.”
“Diamond...”
“Yeah,” she breathed.
He pinned his gaze on her. “My father didn’t come get me from the foster home ‘cause he was probably already fuckin’ dead.”
Oh shit. She rubbed at her chest because suddenly she had an unbearable ache there. “Probably.”
He turned away and walked into her living room. He began to pace back and forth in front of her fireplace as he scrubbed a hand over his short hair. “Might’ve come got me if he knew.”
“Might have,” she repeated, but honestly, she had no idea if a Warrior named Buzz, who couldn’t bother to stick around when Slade’s mother got pregnant, would have come back to claim his kid. No one would ever know if that would have happened.
He suddenly stopped his pacing and spun on his heel. He rushed up to her, grabbing her arms. “Never had your pop around because he was doin’ time for killin’ mine.”
Diamond didn’t answer. She didn’t need to since she doubted that he expected an answer. He was working all of this out in his head.
“Our fathers fucked us both.”
She guessed it could be looked at in that way.
He stared down into her face. “Why did Rocky kill my father?”
“I... I don’t know. Just knew it had to do with revenge for another murder.”
“Don’t know the details?”
“Not enough.”
He shook his head. “Gotta know.”
“What?” she whispered, staring up at him.
He released her abruptly and stalked away to her front window, staring out. He again started running his hand over his hair. “Gotta know the details, princess. Gotta talk to Rocky.” He turned suddenly. “Need to talk to your father.”
Fuck. He wanted to go to the prison?
“Can’t have this shit hangin’ over us. We both lost our fathers for this bullshit beef that’s been goin’ on forever. Need to know why.”
“I can understand if you feel the need to leave.”
He spun around. “What?”
“I can understand if you don’t want to be near me because my father murdered yours.”
He blew out a breath and slowly approached her, his face unreadable. She went to step back, and he stopped her by saying, “Don’t you fuckin’ move.”
She blinked up at him when he came toe to toe with her, staring down into her face.
“I’m sorry,” she began.
“For what?”
“For my father—”
“Think you need to pay for the sins of your father?”
“Don’t you?”
“Fuck no. You hate me ‘cause my father was a Warrior?”
“No.”
“You’re not your father. I’m not mine.”
“But—”
“Diamond, get that shit outta your head. You’re not responsible for his actions.” He reached up a
nd brushed his thumb over her bottom lip.
“You really want to go visit Rocky at Greene?”
“Fuck yeah. When’s visiting hours?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know. It’s been awhile since I’ve been there. I’ll look it up. You don’t want to go today, do you? It might be too late.”
“Fuck no. Right now I need to take you in the bedroom an’ need some of that sweet Diamond honey.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you up for that?”
“Fuck yeah. Been way too long, princess. Gonna be careful. Can’t get too wild, though, woman. An’ know you like it rough. But need to be inside you.”
“I need you inside me, t—”
He cut her off, crushing his mouth to hers. She let him in. She was relieved he hadn’t run from her place, never wanting anything to do with her again. Her tongue twisted against his and a groan escaped her as he deepened the kiss.
Fuck. It had been too long. In the past few days, the only thing she did to take care of his needs was to give him head a couple of times. And, of course, he didn’t complain about it, but it unfortunately left her wanting and on edge. She even started to take care of her own business while he watched but he stopped her. He said if he couldn’t fuck her, it would be more torture for him than anything.
But now, if he thought he was ready...
He broke the kiss, almost as out of breath as she was. He pressed his forehead to hers. “Babe, would love to pick you up, carry you into the bedroom an’ throw you on the bed to take you as hard as you like it, but ain’t there yet. So gonna follow me into your room, gonna take your time undressin’ an’ then you’re gonna climb onto my dick. Got me?”
“Yeah,” she breathed, squeezing her thighs together as heat and wetness rushed through her. “I’m going to do just that.”
He smiled, gave her a quick kiss and then pulled her into her room.
He winced when she helped him pull off his shirt. “Are you sure about this?”
“Fuck yeah, princess. Can deal with a little bit of pain. Worth it.”
She finished pulling his shirt over his head and threw it aside. He unbuttoned his jeans and took his time peeling them off. Once he was naked he got on the bed and sat against the headboard.
“Now get naked... slowly. Give me a show, babe.”
The impatience Slade felt was growing. He wanted to be inside Diamond more than anything, but as he leaned against her headboard, he reminded himself that he had plenty of time. They had plenty of time.
He was right where he belonged. In her bed. In her life. And she was right where he wanted her. Well, at the moment she was too far away but she was giving him a hell of a show. Better than any of Dawg’s strippers at Heaven’s Angels.
And the reason why was Diamond was his. Only his.
No other man would ever get to see this show. It was exclusively for him.
She had already stripped down to her panties and bra, so slowly that he wanted to shout at her to come over to him and climb onto his dick. But he didn’t. He let her work it. She circled her hips, then would turn and bend over, wiggling her ass until those little silky black panties rode up her ass cheeks.
Fuck him. His palm itched to spank those perfect globes.
He found out weeks ago just how much she loved to be spanked. He wasn’t up to it tonight but soon... Soon he’d see her cheeks red from him giving her exactly what she wanted.
He circled his dick with his fingers and squeezed.
Still bent over, she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor and when she straightened, she spun around, her hands over her tits. She twisted both nipples in her fingers, her eyelids heavy, that fucking skilled mouth of hers parted.
“Holy fuck, babe. Not sure where you learned to strip, but wish I had a wad of ones.”
When she laughed, it was low and throaty causing his dick to kick in his hand. She continued to caress her tits and he couldn’t pull his gaze away. Not that he wanted to. He took long, slow strokes with his fingers up and down his length, the precum beading at the tip. He left it there instead of wiping it away because he was going to make her lick it clean. Oh, fucking yea, he was.
She dropped her hands and he groaned as her nipples were darker than normal from her pinching them and the tips were hard like her name. Just like diamonds.
“Wanna suck your tits.”
She smiled and shook her head. “Not done with the show you wanted.”
He blew out a breath. “Then hurry the fuck up. Otherwise, I might just blow my fuckin’ load an’ you’ll have to wait until I’m ready again.”
“Don’t you dare,” she said with a sexy pout.
His head jerked in surprise. Who the fuck was this woman?
A slow smile spread across his face. Fine, if she wanted to torture him, so be it. He was going to give her a show, too.
“Take your panties off.” His voice caught, and he cleared his throat roughly. He leaned his head back against the headboard, his gaze pinned to her as she hooked her thumbs into the elastic top of her panties and teased him...
Fucking teased him by running her fingers around the edge, tugging them down just slightly so he could see just the top of her cunt where her hair began. Yeah, she had that little racing stripe that he liked to run his tongue down until he found the finish line... that little nub he liked to bite and suck until she was screaming his name.
That little button that would make her hips dance when he flicked it with the tip of his tongue, scraped it with his teeth...
Fuck.
He stroked faster, his eyelids dropping low, his breath becoming ragged.
“Lemme see how wet you are, princess.”
Her cheeks were flushed, and she wasn’t smiling any longer when she slowly slid those black silky panties down her luscious thighs until they dropped to her feet. She kicked out of them and on her way back up, she caressed the skin of her smooth legs as she straightened, but her hands never went higher than her pussy. He couldn’t see that little racing strip of dark hair any longer since her hands were busy in that area.
A noise escaped her as she separated her folds and played with herself. Fuck, a noise escaped him, too. A deep groan he could no longer hold back.
“Lemme see how wet your fingers are, princess.”
She slipped them from her pussy and even from where he sat, he could see her sweet fucking honey that he desperately wanted to taste glistening on her fingers.
“Put ‘em in your mouth. Suck ‘em clean.”
Jesus, his balls tightened as she did just what he demanded. Her tasting herself wasn’t the only thing driving him to the edge, it was the fact she was doing every damn thing he told her to.
There was nothing hotter than a woman who did what she was told.
And the naked woman standing in the middle of her bedroom was not only listening to everything he said, she was going to do whatever he wanted to please him.
Fuck. Him.
She certainly was. And, fuck him, he was going to do everything in his power to please her, too.
He might not be at his best right now, but there were plenty of ways he could make her come, make her cry out, make her want him even more.
“Get over here, babe. Now.”
Without even a single hesitation, she approached the bed, her curvy hips swaying, her heavy tits swinging.
Goddamn, he wished he was healed enough that he could throw her on the bed and fuck the shit out of her.
But he couldn’t, so he climbed from the bed, pulled her into a deep, long, wet kiss so he could taste her for himself, then pointed to the bed.
“Hands on the bed. Ass out. Wanna see both those beautiful holes of yours.”
And, goddamn, didn’t she plant her hands on the mattress, bend over, and flash him just what he wanted to see. Her pussy was plump, pink and wet, ready for his dick. Her tight, puckered hole also called to him. He wanted to be deep inside her there, too.
They hadn’t done that yet, bu
t he planned to. Just not tonight. When he was one hundred percent, he was going to make Diamond his in all ways.
Because she was his. No one else’s.
Next time they went on a club run, she was going to be on the back of his fucking sled and that’s where she was going to remain.
He was going to make it his mission to keep her happy, to do whatever he needed to make sure that bitch switch stayed flipped in the off position. He was going to make it so she wanted nobody but him.
He was going to make sure his brothers, who decided that this woman wasn’t worth the chase, realize they had made a mistake. She was so worth it.
But it was too late. They lost out.
Diamond was now his. And none of them would ever get a shot with her. Not if he had any say in the matter.
Grabbing her hip with one hand and his dick with the other, he pressed against her. “You ready for me, babe?”
She nodded and looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes unfocused, her cheeks flushed. “So fucking ready.”
“Can see how wet you are. Can feel it, too. Want nothin’ between us anymore. Got me?”
Before she could answer, he pushed forward and slid into her wet heat. He closed his eyes as she surrounded him, hot, tight, slick. He could feel nothing but Diamond surrounding his dick. Like he said, there was nothing going to be between them anymore. No wrap, nothing. He knew she was on birth control; he’d seen her take it every morning. And there was no way any other man was going to have what was his.
He started by thrusting slow, testing the pain in his ribs, but there wasn’t any. He picked up the pace, pumping harder, faster, his fingers gripping her hips tightly as his skin slapped against hers. Once she started her chorus of cries, moans and whimpers, he was a complete fucking goner.
This woman never held back, was never self-conscious of what she did, what she said or the noises she made. She fucked with abandonment and that was great for him. He loved it and it turned him the fuck on. But it also took him to where he could finish way too quickly. He needed to do everything in his power to hold back, to keep from blowing his load right away. It had been a couple of weeks since he’d fucked her last and to him, it seemed like a lifetime. And the last week she’d slept by his side naked every night and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
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