by London Casey
When that first release hit my inner core, my body jerked forward. Diesel wouldn’t let me go forward though. He wanted me right in the same spot.
He slowly pulled back, his cock pulsing, filling me up.
He grunted each time he throbbed.
As he fucked me, draining himself, I felt myself reaching another climax.
We came together, officially breaking the one rule he was supposed to follow.
When he finished, Diesel pulled from me and turned me back around. He lowered his lower half down to mine, taking his claim to my body.
“Fuck, darling, that was… that was really wrong to do.”
“It didn’t feel wrong,” I said.
“I know. That’s what’s got me going over here.”
Diesel kissed me and moved from the bed.
He grabbed his jeans and put them back on. Then he put his shirt on. That, I didn’t want to see. I preferred him naked. And inside me.
“Get dressed,” he said.
“Why?”
Diesel walked to the window and peeled back the curtain. “It’s snowing out. Want to go for a walk with me?”
I smiled.
I bit my lip and nodded.
A walk in the snow… holding Diesel’s hand… falling in love…
thirty-one.
(D)
I gave Tia a winter hat. She pulled it over her head and goddamn it made my heart jump a little. Seeing her beautiful face, her long hair sticking out of the hat, it was just amazing. I stood at the back door to the cabin and waited for her. She gave me the thumbs up and I opened the door.
We stepped outside and I took her hand, helping her down the back steps.
It was a gentle snowfall, nothing crazy. But to Tia, it was something else. She had never seen snow falling before. Or at least real snow. She put her hands out and started to collect it.
“This is amazing,” she said. “Look at it, Diesel.”
“I see it,” I said. “I see it.”
We walked from the back of the cabin to the heavy woods.
It was fun watching Tia in the snow. Each step she took, kicking at snow. The marvel on her face over the way the snow was falling.
“Hey, you want to see what branch snow does?” I asked.
“Branch snow? What’s that?”
“Here, look.”
I took her to a tree and pointed to a low lying branch.
“Stand under it,” I said. “Look up at it. It’s the best snow ever.”
“Okay,” she said.
I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed the branch and pulled. I jumped back as the branch shot up, dumping the snow to Tia’s face.
She let out a yell and spun around.
“Asshole!” she said with a smile.
“What?”
She reached down and grabbed two handfuls of snow and came running at me. I stood there and she collided into me, throwing the snow in my face. It was a cold burn but quickly became water.
I started to laugh.
She started to laugh.
“Jerk,” she said and punched my chest.
Next thing I knew my hands were around her waist and I was kissing her.
Right there in the falling snow.
I had chopped down a tree and decorated it for her. I was making out with her in the snow. Worse yet, I had broken my club’s rule by having sex with her. The one thing Prez wanted me to stay away from. I was in some serious heat over this. The thing was, nobody ever needed to know that I fucked her. Right? What we did behind closed doors was our business.
The problem was that I liked it. I wanted more. And it wasn’t just the sex. It was the dumb tree thing. It was cliche kissing in the snow.
I had fallen for her. I wanted her beyond this whole protection thing with the club.
We stopped kissing and Tia wiped water off my face. “Diesel…”
“Darling,” I said.
“I think we’re in really big trouble up here.”
“I do too.”
“That’s not comforting.”
“It doesn’t need to be,” I said. “I’ve been trouble my entire life. Fuck it. That’s what I say. Fuck it.”
“Fuck it,” Tia whispered.
We both smiled.
I then took her by the hand and led the way around the cabin. I wanted her to enjoy the snow as much as she could.
“So tell me about your best Christmas,” I said.
“No,” she said. “I’m done with the past.”
“Okay. You can’t escape your past. I know your mother passed away.”
“Cancer,” Tia said. We stopped walking. “Just one of those things. She got sick and went fast. Nothing anyone could do. No matter how hard my father tried, he couldn’t save her. That really changed him. His money and power was the one thing he always felt in control of. But when that happened, he got a sense of being powerless.”
I understood it.
If Tia got ripped away from me, I’d lose my damn mind. I was still rattled at the idea that she could be flown to London.
“I’m really sorry you lost her,” I said.
“I am too. I don’t think I’ve gotten over it myself. Honestly, since being with you… it’s been a little easier. The time of the year and everything.”
I touched her chin. “Good. Let me take all your pain and worry, darling.”
“You can’t help but be sweet, Diesel. Face it, you’re in the Christmas spirit.”
“No, I’m not,” I said. “I’m with you. That’s the difference. Keep telling me things. I like to learn about you.”
Tia’s face blushed. She had never been with someone like me. Hell, whoever I was in that moment was a little foreign to me. But she brought it out. I forgot all about why we were there and what my job was supposed to be.
“So you never had a Christmas?” she asked.
“Nothing worth bragging about,” I said.
“There had to be something good.”
“Actually, you want to know the best one I could remember?”
“Yes,” Tia said with her eyes lighting up like the Christmas I got for her.
“Don’t get excited, it’s not actually a good story.”
“Tell me,” she said, grabbing my hands, squeezing at them.
The gentle snowfall had already stopped. We were both shivering but the cold weather was almost a nice change.
“It was Christmas Eve and I was alone in my house. I guess I was lucky enough to just have a house at that point. I decided to go for a walk. I walked through the neighborhood, which was mostly rundown. I found myself in a nice development. Where the rich people lived. I stood on the corner and looked at the front window of this house. It was a huge front window and they had the curtains open. Lights were everywhere outside. There was even this light up Santa on the roof, on the chimney. But it was the inside of the house that got me. A big family all together. Adults standing and sitting, all of them holding a drink. Kids running around, chasing each other. Some kids holding new toys, playing games or whatever. It was just… family.”
“Sounds beautiful,” Tia said.
“You know why that mattered to me?”
“Why?”
“I had no family,” I said. “So seeing a real family like that… it sort of mattered. Made me wonder if someday I could have that. Shit, if anything, it kept me a little more calm than I normally would have been.”
“You want a family,” Tia whispered.
“Well, that life passed me by a long time ago. But I held that tight in my heart. Fueled my fire for other adventures in life. Like the MC. That’s my family, darling. People may think we’re just outlaws and criminals. That’s fine. But if you stand on the outside of the lot and look in, you’ll get it. You’ll see a family. Talking, drinking, enjoying our life. A life that we sometimes have to really fight to protect.”
“When you say it like that, Diesel, it makes sense,” Tia said.
“Yeah, well, whatever. Enough of this
mushy shit in the snow. I’m cold. Why don’t we get back inside and warm up?”
“I think that’s a great idea. I like the snow and cold but I like the Christmas tree better. I just want to stare at it for a while. Forget everything.”
“Now that’s a great idea,” I said.
I slipped a hand to Tia’s lower back. For some reason I looked back at the woods and something caught my attention.
I pushed Tia forward and said, “You get a start. I want to check on something. And I have to get more fire wood, too.”
I took a few steps back and stopped between two trees. I looked down and couldn’t believe my eyes.
Tracks.
Footprints.
They came up to the two trees, stopped, and then turned, going in another direction.
I looked toward that direction but couldn’t see anything. There was nothing else up here but a lot more trees.
Maybe it was someone from another cabin who took a really long walk. Maybe it was from someone up here hunting. Parked on the side of the road and went for a walk. Saw the cabin and turned to go somewhere else.
Or maybe it was completely something else.
But nobody would know about us being up at the cabin.
Even still, it bothered me.
I didn’t like being threatened. I didn’t like being fucking watched. I didn’t like the idea of someone wanting to hurt Tia.
I turned and ran to catch up to Tia.
I knew one thing for sure.
Wherever I went, I would have my gun within reach.
thirty-two.
(Tia)
I warmed my hands over the fire with a lit up Christmas tree next to me. As sad it was, it had been the greatest day in a long time for me. Waking up late. Seeing the surprise Diesel had for me. Him taking me right to bed, feeling things I never thought were possible to feel. Then our walk in the snow. Talking to him. Getting to know him. Just proving that maybe for once my heart was pointing in the right direction.
I looked over my shoulder and saw Diesel at the front door. He had it open and stood there, staring outside.
Jeans, no socks, and a t-shirt that hugged every beautiful muscle on his body.
He looked concerned. But every time he looked at me he winked. He smiled. If something was on his mind he wasn’t letting me know about it. And that meant a lot to me. I trusted him. I had to tell him about the text messages. About the truth of what happened with my apartment and why my father was on the move.
“You’re letting the heat out,” I called out.
“Yeah, right,” Diesel said. He shut the door. “Sorry about that, darling.”
Diesel grabbed his cell and walked into the kitchen. He had taken a few phone calls, just checking in with Trev and the club. I caught the tail end of the last call and he told Trev to send some bodies up to the cabin. Prospects were on the way. That made me a little nervous. Why would he want extra people up here?
The sun started to go down and Diesel finally joined me in the living room.
He plopped down on the couch, a beer in his hand.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
“Shit,” Diesel said. “Trying to figure out the end game to this situation.”
I swallowed hard. “I don’t like that.”
“Neither do I. But we can’t stay up here for much longer. Supplies won’t last long. Prez said the shit that went down at the clubhouse is cooling off. The prick that stabbed me has been properly warned to stay away.”
“Is he alive?” I asked.
“You don’t need to worry about that.”
“Any word on my father?”
“None. Our one guy, Cade, is good with technology shit. He’s got some feelers out there. If he’s over in London I’m sure he’ll be back stateside soon.”
Don’t hold your breath.
I nodded. “And there are people coming up here?”
“Prospects,” Diesel said. “Prez offered it before and I said no.”
“Why the change of heart?”
“Just to be safe, darling,” Diesel said. “They’ll come up and watch the place for us. I’m figuring we have to leave in a day or two at the most. Then face reality and go from there.”
“What is our reality, Diesel?”
He touched my face. “Goddamn, darling, I can’t answer that right now. I’m going to take some serious shit for what happened.”
“We can keep it a secret,” I said.
“I don’t want this to be a secret,” Diesel said. “We go down this path, I can’t stop.”
“Meaning…”
Diesel leaned in. He kissed me. I licked my lips and tasted beer.
“It’s simple,” Diesel said. “You. Me. This thing. I don’t fuck around with fake shit in my life, darling. I don’t have time for it. So when I’m looking at you and I feel you… that’s real.”
“It’s real for me too,” I said. “It doesn’t make sense to be real, Diesel. But it is. What’s going to happen to you with your club?”
“I don’t have a clue,” he said. “But my club is hours away. Right now I’m in the snowy mountains. In a small cabin with a fucking Christmas tree. With a beautiful woman.”
“That sounds like a really good Christmas,” I whispered.
“It’s not Christmas, darling,” Diesel said.
“If you believe, then everyday could be Christmas during the season.”
“I think I’m done talking about Christmas,” Diesel said. “My mind has other things running through it.”
“Care to tell me?”
“No,” he said. He kissed me again. “I’m going to fucking show you.”
There was a blanket on the floor with a pillow. Diesel stood there shirtless. The night had settled in. The only light in the cabin was from the fireplace and the Christmas tree.
Diesel came forward and stepped up behind me. His hands touched my waist and went right under my shirt. I reached back for Diesel, touching his face as his hands moved up to my breasts. He cupped for a second but then kept going. My shirt went up and over my head. He inched back and grabbed the back of my bra, twisting, unclasping it.
I dropped my arms and watched my bra fall to the floor.
His big hands came back around my body, touching my bare breasts. His fingertips touched my nipples, making me shiver. My nipples were hard.
As he cupped me again, he put his lips to my shoulder. He kissed, gently, softly, working toward my arm and then reversing up to my neck. I tilted my head to the side and felt the tip of his tongue slid up right to my earlobe.
He kissed, nibbled, and groaned.
“Fuck, darling, I never do this,” he whispered. “I want to fuck you. I want to make love to you.”
“Then do it,” I purred.
Diesel’s hands moved down my body to my pants. Both hands worked beautifully fast, stripping my pants and panties down until I could take control. I kicked my legs and stepped out of them, tossing them to the left.
I shivered as I stood naked in front of the fireplace.
Diesel pulled me to him again. His hands went around my body, touching just below my ribs and right at my lower belly. He was hugging me. He was claiming me like he had done before.
I put my head back to his chest.
I could feel the wicked hardness of his cock pressing to my back.
His left hand then inched down, touching my soft mound, seeking my wet flesh. I parted my legs and his middle and pointer finger parted my folds. He curled and pressed, testing me, sinking his fingertips into my body. I shut my eyes and groaned, loving that feeling. That warm feeling. That rush of pleasure that shot up through my body and right back down.
“I fucking love your pussy,” Diesel growled. “I can’t get enough.”
I rocked my hips, sliding myself to his touch.
His right hand moved up my body. His hand was big enough to touch both of my breasts at the same time. But Diesel kept going. As his slithered up to my neck, I shuddere
d. Between my legs, his fingers were sliding even deeper. He made circles, stretching me, pleasing me, making me so wet I swore I could drip for him.
When I felt his pointer finger on his right hand touch my bottom lip, I let out a sigh. He traced the lines of my lips and then pressed his finger to my mouth. I opened my mouth, tasting the outlaw’s finger, moving forward so I could suck his finger.
“Fuck, darling, that’s good,” Diesel said.
I sucked on his finger as his other hand pleasured between my legs.
He pulled his fingers back and thrust forward, deeper into me.
I groaned and bit down on his finger.
I then opened my mouth and let out a long sigh.
“That’s right,” Diesel said. “Now you’re ready for me again.”
With that said, he took his hands away from me. He walked me to the blanket on the floor next to the Christmas tree. He turned me around and kissed me, then pulled at my waist, dropping me to my knees.
I was before my outlaw, my protector, my man.
I stared up at him and reached for his cock.
thirty-three.
(D)
I made fists and stood there. His hands wrestled with my jeans and she ripped them down like she was unsheathing her favorite Christmas present. How fucking fitting, right?
My dick was aching for her.
The second I popped free she lost interest in my jeans.
She grabbed my hard shaft and started to stroke. She licked my cock up and placed her thin lips to the bottom of my shaft. Groaning, she kissed my cock all the way to the thick head. That’s when she opened her mouth, letting her tongue come out to play, flicking against my tip.
“Ah, darling, you have no fucking idea how good you are,” I said to her.
She pressed forward, easing my tip into her mouth. She stayed right there, shutting her pretty eyes, groaning as she pulled back and pressed forward, over and over against the sensitive ridge on my cock.
After a few seconds she pulled away and smacked her lips together.
“Merry Christmas to me,” she purred.
“Trust me, darling, this isn’t a once a year gift. This is yours. Whenever the fuck you want it.”
I wanted that to be true.
I was going to do everything my power to make that true.
But before that… I had business to tend to. And that business was the sweetness between Tia’s luscious legs.
