by London Casey
“What are you doing?” Diesel asked.
“I can see my breath,” I said. “This is amazing.”
He stopped in front of me. “Look, I don’t want to burst your Christmas bubble here, darling, but let’s be clear why we’re here right now. We’re both in danger. You know why I am. I don’t know why you are. Okay?”
I looked at up him. I nodded. “Okay. Sorry.”
Diesel led the way and unlocked the door.
The inside was exactly what I imagined. Everything wood. A comforting smell of dust, which seemed strange, but it was a woodsy kind of dust. The cabin had settled comfortably into the winter season.
A large stone fireplace with two couches in front of it. No television. A coffee table. Two end tables. Everything old and rustic. The blankets were knitted with odd colors and patterns. Again, everything matching the old feel to the place. A set of stairs at the back of the cabin that led to a loft area. A bathroom that was small but perfect. A kitchen that had a big window next to a table that looked into nothing but trees.
Diesel put our bags in the living room and went right for the back door. He opened it and there was a fresh pile of untouched snow. He started to take a step but stopped himself.
“Here,” he said. “Grab some snow. Make a snowball.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
He nodded.
It was a sweet gesture.
I grabbed the snow, feeling a shot of chilly pain shoot through my hand. I crunched the snow and it fell apart in my hand.
“It’s too fluffy,” I said.
“Yeah, that happens,” Diesel said. “There’s different kinds of snow. Fluffy light snow. Heavy wet snow. Snow that’s perfect for snowballs and snowmen. This is light. Nuisance snow that looks pretty.”
“I don’t mind,” I said. “I’m so amazed.”
“Stay inside. I’m going to get some firewood. I’ll get a fire going.”
I stood there and held the door open. I watched Diesel push through the couple inches of snow, kicking away a path. There was a blue tarp that he peeled back, revealing a large stack of wood. Diesel proceeded to grab as much as he could. Much more than I could ever hold.
He took that stack to the living room and dropped it front of the fireplace. He repeated the same thing two more times and then shut the door.
Rubbing his hands together, he said, “It’s damn cold, huh?”
“I think I like it,” I said.
“You would.”
“There’s only one thing missing.”
“What’s that?”
I grinned. “A Christmas tree. Lights. You know… the holiday feeling.”
Diesel laughed. “Let me get that fire started.”
As he started to move by me, I stopped him. My left hand grabbed for his leather cut. He could have kept going but he didn’t. We were in the doorway to the kitchen.
I swallowed hard.
“Diesel. Thank you for what you’re doing for me. I think this isn’t what you wanted. I know this isn’t easy…”
That’s when he kissed me.
Bending his knees, meeting my lips, going right for me.
Next thing I knew he was scooping me up off the floor. Our lips and tongues were locked together as he started to carry me through the cabin.
No, no, no, no… this can’t happen. There are rules… right?
I grabbed for Diesel’s face, scratching at him, kissing him harder.
His tongue was powerful, darting inside my mouth, controlling me.
We were up the stairs in a heartbeat and then another heartbeat later he threw me to the bed.
I grabbed at the sheets, staring up at the hulking man before me. The look in his eyes I’d never forget. Passion. Lust. Care.
He touched the top of my jeans, opening the button, sliding his hands to my hips. As he pulled, I lifted my body up, letting him do whatever the hell he wanted to me.
The entire scene was in silence with the exception of our breaths.
Diesel stripped my jeans and panties down and off my body. I was naked from the waist down, still wearing my shoes. He grabbed my legs and put my feet on the bed, his fingertips gently touching the insides of my knees, opening my legs.
I was fully exposed to him now.
My burning slit, dripping with wetness.
All for him. All because of him.
Diesel then fell before me, dropping to his knees. His mouth came forward, his lips grazing the softness of my mound. My hips rocked as I groaned.
Reality caught up to me and I caught myself pushing at his unharmed shoulder, wanting him away from me.
“Diesel,” I said. “Wait.”
“Darling, what?” he said.
“Rules. What happened…”
Diesel looked up at me. “I never follow rules. And besides, I was told not to fuck you. Nobody said a thing about eating you…”
twenty-seven.
(D)
What the fuck are you doing?
I was losing my mind and losing control. And I was enjoying every second of it.
Enough was enough.
We were finally fucking alone for good. In a cabin. In the woods. Somewhere up a mountain where it was cold and snowy. I couldn’t take looking at her beauty anymore and not having a taste for myself.
My tongue inched forward. My eyes were locked to her perfect slit. Her soaked folds, curled up, waiting for me. Her flesh was a delicate pinkish color, the nub of her clit already engorged. Maybe the most beautiful pussy I’d ever laid my eyes on.
I licked her bottom to top, flatting my tongue at the top, making a big circle, then curling and pulling back. I could taste her. I could smell her.
My cock ached in my jeans.
I was rock hard and there was no stopping this.
I licked her again and her hips bucked at me.
“Fuck! D!”
I growled and went harder at her.
She had called me D. That was the first time she did.
I fucking loved it.
Now my tongue went rampant on her. As though I’d never drink from her honey again, I wanted the entire thing. So I took it.
I used the tip of my tongue to write my fucking name against her clit. That made her ass bounce up and down from the bed. Slowly, I turned my head and started to suck against her folds. I took all her wetness, waited for more, and took that too. She tasted better than I ever could have imagined.
I closed my mouth tight and pulled, taking her pussy with me.
Tia cried out and lifted her hips up in the air.
I popped my mouth away with an obvious wet sound.
“Fuck, darling, you’re amazing,” I said.
I brought my right hand to her slit and dipped two fingers into her. The second I felt her tightness, my cock started to throb. I couldn’t help but want her even more.
For now, I’d take this.
I sank my fingers deep and twisted.
Tia groaned and arched her back. “Yes! D! I’m so close already!”
Of course she was. She hadn’t been touched in a long time.
I put my mouth back to her clit and sucked again. I used my tongue to keep writing my name, making sure she’d never forget me.
Her hips started to fuck at my mouth.
The wetness poured from her as though I had broken something.
But I didn’t break anything. Other than her seal of pleasure and I was reaping the benefits.
I slipped my left hand down and around to her ass. She was firm, flexed, her body ready to reach orgasm. She did so a few seconds later, her hips high in the air, legs shaking, her breaths scarce only to be exhaled with screams of pleasure.
I stayed right with her, pressing my face as hard as I could to her. I took my fingers out of her sweet body and let her pour everywhere on the bed. My tongue drank all the honey I could grab.
Tia then groaned and collapsed to the bed.
But I didn’t move away yet. Her body jerked and shivered, her hands
grabbing for my head.
“Diesel,” she purred. “Please… Diesel…”
I pulled away and kissed up to her mound. I left a little trail of her own orgasm on her lower belly and then I stood up.
I quickly opened my jeans and dropped them down to my knees. My huge cock popped forward, standing tall, pointing right at Tia’s body. I wrapped my hand tight around my shaft and started to jerk.
I couldn’t stand it anymore.
She needed to see me. To feel me.
I wanted her to swallow me.
Her lips and tongue teased at the head of my cock. I hissed and held myself back, letting her have her fun. Her tongue licked a wide circle around my cock.
“Goddamn,” I groaned. “Take it, darling. I’m ready for you to taste me.”
She nodded and opened her mouth. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she lined her mouth up to my cock and moved down. The warmth of her mouth. The wetness of her mouth. Feeling her exhale from her nose and have it hit my shaft.
Holy shit… I was ready to explode.
I touched the back of her head with one hand and stared down at her as she kept going.
Inch by inch she impressed me by all she took before pulling back to catch her breath. Repeating the motion over and over, sucking my rock hard cock, I was throbbing more and more by the second.
Tia knew what she was doing.
Oh, fuck, she was perfect.
Moving back and forth fast. Forcing her tongue to move along the bottom of my shaft. Her thin lips sliding along my hard skin. But the best was when she groaned. When she moaned. When I could feel her really trying to work to keep taking me. Wanting to earn that finale.
“Yes,” I growled. “Give me your hand, darling. Right now.”
Tia lifted her left hand. I put it right to the thick root of my cock. I wrapped my hand around hers.
“Get ready,” I warned.
I started to jerk with our hands, but only for a few seconds before I took my hand away.
Now Tia was in complete control.
And my cock was more than ready.
I started to fuck forward, testing the depths of her pretty little mouth. And goddamn if she didn’t keep up with me. Even when I reached that point where I was going to lose control of my body for a few seconds, Tia stayed right with me. Her hand pumping. Her mouth sucking. Her eyes looking up at me.
Fuck. I was falling for this woman.
The thought struck me just as the first spurt of release shot out of me. I groaned and bent my knees a little, every muscle in my lower half flexing.
Tia groaned and pulled back, pausing for a second to stroke me, collecting the next few pulses. But then she went right back to work. Back and forth on me again, taking it all. Leaving me almost fucking breathless.
For the first time in a long damn time, I didn’t just come and kick a woman out of the room. Instead, I stood there, running my fingers through her soft hair, watching as she kept working at me. Going slower and slower until she finally pulled away.
She inched back on the bed, wearing no pants and panties still.
I saw her shiver.
“I really need to get that fire going,” I said.
It was almost dark outside and it was only going to get colder.
But between me and Tia… shit was just really starting to heat up.
twenty-eight.
(Tia)
He built a fire and I cooked dinner.
I took my shoes off to put my panties and pants back on. I was a mess for a little while after what he did to me. But it felt so good.
My cheeks were on fire and I couldn’t stop blushing.
No man had ever taken control with his mouth like that.
He was a master. A beautiful master.
I found a box of spaghetti and a jar of sauce.
A simple dinner, which was good, because I was distracted by what had happened and what was going to happen.
I stirred the sauce, popping the red bubbles gently so they didn’t splash all over the small stove and hit my shirt. I was reduced to living out of a bag. Yeah, it was a big bag, but still. A bag. And something told me I wasn’t going to find a washer and dryer in the cabin.
My mind swirled, wanting to know what the actual plan was.
Or the real reason we were up here together.
I knew some of it had to do with my father and what I wasn’t confessing. Maybe it was time to confess. Diesel and I were close enough, right? I just didn’t want him to take it upon himself to try and fix my world. As much as I dreamed of a hero to swoop in and save me, I knew how reality worked. Shit, instead of a hero, I got an outlaw on a motorcycle.
Was that so bad?
Diesel came into the kitchen. “Fire’s ready for us.”
“I found beer in the fridge,” I said.
“No way.” He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle. “What are the odds it’s not skunked?”
“Only one way to find out,” I said.
He twisted the cap off and took a swig. “Damn. Not too bad.”
“You would probably drink skunked beer anyway,” I teased.
“No, darling. Life is too short for skunked beer. And bad pussy.”
I widened my eyes. “Oh? Is that life hints from an outlaw?”
Diesel came toward me. He put a hand to my lower back. “Lucky for me, darling, this beer isn’t skunked.” He put his lips to my ear. “And the pussy was delicious.”
That’s how Diesel left me.
I was in shock, turned on, only to come back to reality at the wet pop sounds of the sauce bubbles.
I turned off the burner, drained the spaghetti, and put together two plates of food.
In the living room, it was so pretty. The outside pitch black, not a light in sight. One light turned on in the far corner of the living room. The rest of the light came from the fire. I felt - for a few seconds - that I was in some Christmas movie.
I gave Diesel a plate of food.
He looked up at me and smiled. “This looks great, darling.”
“Be real, Diesel. It’s box pasta and jar sauce. I heated both up.”
“You know the last time a woman cooked for me?”
“No, I don’t.” I took a seat on the other end of the couch and balanced my plate on the arm. “Are you going to tell me?”
“I don’t remember,” Diesel said. “Maybe never.”
“Not ever your mother?”
“I remember her cooking. While drunk and high. Passing out at the table. Food burning. Smoke alarms going off. Yeah, the joys of a home cooked meal.”
“I’m sorry you went through that,” I said.
Diesel looked at me. “No, don’t do that. That gets both of us nothing.”
We both finished our plates. Diesel put his on the table and leaned back on the couch, putting his feet up.
“Want more?” I asked.
He looked at me with those eyes. “More of what?”
I blushed again. “Food.”
“I’m pretty full.”
“Me too,” I said. There were still a few bites on my plate. But I was done. “Diesel… why are we here?”
“So you could experience the magic of Christmas.”
“Don’t be an asshole to me.”
“Look,” he said. “Shit with your old man isn’t adding up right now, okay? He skipped the country.”
“What?”
“London.”
My heart dropped. “No.”
Diesel nodded. “I’m sorry. Prez got the call.”
“That’s why we’re here?”
“To a point,” Diesel said. “More so about what happened at the clubhouse when you were with your friend.”
“I hate London,” I said.
“Why?”
“Nothing.”
I reached for the plate and Diesel grabbed my wrist. “Fuck that. Tell me. Right now.”
I looked at Diesel. “Fine. You want to know about me so bad. Fine.”
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��Darling, it’s okay. You can trust me.”
I sat back on the couch. “When my mother was alive she taught me about small moments in life. That was her legacy to me. She was a simple woman. I have no clue how she got tied into my father, who only cared about big things. She told me they balanced each other out. That’s why Christmas was so important. Because it brought us together. She just loved it all. The lights. The music. Cooking. Singing. Just forgetting everything. She would tell me the same stories of when she was a kid. And you know what? I wished I was a kid way back then. I never really wanted a lot of toys and expensive stuff.
“My father went to London a lot. So much that mother joked and started to call London his affair. I didn’t know what that meant at first but I got a crash course. He had a woman over there. He was having an actual affair. My mother found out over Thanksgiving one year. But you know what? She didn’t let it ruin her Christmas. But I knew she was hurting.”
“So your father took off to London for some side stuff?” Diesel asked.
“Yeah.”
“And this continued even after she passed?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m sure that’s why he’s there now.”
“Prez told me his new deal fell through and he was working something else.”
“That’s what he always said,” I said.
“If he’s fucking with the MC, darling, it’s not going to end well.”
I sat in silence, nodding. “I don’t know what to say to that.”
Diesel reached for my hand and took it. He was looking at me. “You don’t have to say anything, darling. The MC is willing to help your father because of his past dealings. I’m willing to do more than that because of you.”
“What about me?”
“Come on,” Diesel said. “You know you’re beautiful. And there’s a realness about you I respect.”
“That’s sweet.”
“I don’t do sweet, darling,” Diesel said with a grin.
“Well, tough shit. You just did. And I appreciate what you’re doing right now. You don’t have to. I can go somewhere and figure this all out.”
“With some guy staring at you through a window?”
You haven’t seen the texts yet…
