Slade couldn’t even imagine what it cost but agreed Kiki was probably worth it. She was Hawk’s world. His everything.
It was hard to miss that Hawk’s eyes tracked his woman constantly when she was in his vicinity. And it wasn’t just Hawk who did it. D did it with Jewel, Jag with Ivy and Z definitely watched his woman and now his newborn closely. He didn’t blame them one bit.
All those brothers had landed themselves some fine ol’ ladies. Loyal and bangin’ hot, as well as smart.
Slade’s eyes swept the courtyard, disappointed that Diamond didn’t stick around until his shift was over. He scrubbed a hand over his hair, then headed over to one of the remaining kegs by the fence, grabbed a plastic cup and poured himself a draft. He headed back over to what was left of the bonfire and settled his exhausted bones into a chair. He released a long sigh, put his head back and closed his eyes.
He had no idea how long he was out, but when he woke, the fire had died to glowing coals, the courtyard was dark, and a head of dark brown hair bobbed in his lap as his dick was sucked.
What a helluva way to wake up.
His fingers slid into her hair, fisted and he tilted her head up. “Princess...” he groaned.
He blinked in shock. It wasn’t Diamond’s lips around his cock. Oh, fuck no, it wasn’t.
Fuck!
Slade shot to his feet, his chair falling behind him into the dead grass.
Lola looked up at him from her knees, a smile on her lips. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“What the fuck, Lola?”
Her smile flipped into a frown. “What? You’ve never complained before.”
His mouth dropped open as he stared down at her. Then he lifted his gaze quickly and searched the courtyard. Relief flooded him as it seemed empty except for the two of them.
“What the fuck?” he asked again.
“I thought you’d enjoy waking up that way. The fire had died down and you were going to get cold. I figured I’d get you warmed up.” Lola slowly climbed to her feet, running a hand over her mouth.
Slade carefully tucked what was left of his hard-on into his jeans and struggled to zip them shut. “Can’t just whip my dick out an’ suck it.”
She laughed. “What fucking man complains about a head job?”
“One who doesn’t want it from you.”
Her eyebrows knitted. “Why? Like I said, you’ve never complained when I’ve done it before.”
Even though she was right, things had changed... “Didn’t ask you to do it now.”
“C’mon, Slade. I didn’t mean to make you upset. I was just looking for a little company.”
He shook his head and blew out a breath, pinning his narrowed eyes on her. “Why are you still here?”
She shrugged. “I was hanging with Jester until he went to work the bar.”
“Jester can’t fuck you.” Prospects could not get a piece of any sweet butt. If Jester was touching Lola, they’d both be kicked out on their asses.
“Didn’t say he was. He was just being friendly.”
Friendly. Riiiight. Slade shook his head again. “Lola, you need to get gone.”
“You don’t want some company?”
He wanted company but not Lola’s. Not now. He didn’t need that headache since he was landing in Diamond’s bed on the regular. “Fuck no.”
“Damn, Slade. That’s harsh. You had no problem fucking me in the past.”
“That was before.”
“Before what?”
“Before we set rules,” came a low female voice from behind him.
Lola’s gaze lifted as she looked over his shoulder at whoever was behind him.
Slade knew exactly who was behind him. Fuck.
“What kind of rules?” Lola asked, her eyes narrowed.
“Like not having skanks suck his dick.”
“Well, that doesn’t apply to me then, since I’m not a skank...”
Diamond snorted.
“Ain’t talking to you, bitch,” Lola snapped. Her eyes slid back to Slade. “So I’m asking you, want some good company for the rest of the night?”
A hair-raising noise came from the woman behind him and Slade was afraid to turn around. He had a feeling that Diamond’s bitch switch had been triggered.
“No, he doesn’t want your used-up skanky snatch.”
“Does she talk for you, Slade? Is she your ol’ lady now?”
There wasn’t much Slade was afraid of, but if there was, it was two pissed off women fighting over a man. That would be at the top of the list.
“I might not be his ol’ lady, but I’m smart enough to know he shouldn’t stick his dick where he could catch something! Who knows where the fuck that mouth of yours has been. Could be like a petri dish.”
“Diamond...” he murmured and before he could turn around to get her away from Lola, he was knocked to the side as Lola rushed past him with a shriek and tackled Diamond to the ground.
“Fuck!” he shouted and before he could grab Lola off her, Diamond did a move that stopped him in his tracks. Her fist was lightning fast as she stunned Lola with a quick punch to the face.
“Damn,” he breathed.
With moves like a pro, Diamond had the sweet butt flipped over onto her back and she straddled Lola’s waist and restrained her, using her weight. There was no hair pulling, no scratching, no bitch fighting at all.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have the time to appreciate Diamond’s skill since Lola had her arms flailing as she tried to grab Diamond’s hair and scratch her face. And if that happened...
But it didn’t... Diamond skillfully trapped the sweet butt’s wrists and pinned them to the ground. Lola’s body bucked underneath her wildly as the woman screeched. Somehow Diamond hung on and kept herself from being attacked.
Slade rushed over, grabbing Diamond under her arms and hauled her off Lola. Her chest was heaving, her eyes wild, her hands still clenched into fists. “You’re out of this club, bitch!” Diamond snarled, lifting one of those very skilled fists and shaking it at the sweet butt.
Lola pushed herself to a seated position, wiping at her mouth. “Fuck you, Cubic Zirconia.”
Oh, fuck. Bitches were crazy.
Slade pointed at Lola. “Stay down. Don’t you get up ‘til I have her outta here. Got me?”
Lola turned her head and spat blood onto the ground. “Fuck you, Slade. You want that biker cunt? She’ll have your balls in a vise and you’ll get sick of her bitching.”
Diamond jerked forward in Slade’s arms, practically growling. He tightened his hold by wrapping his arms around her chest and walked backward, dragging her with him.
“Diamond, quit it,” he said in her ear.
“That bitch is out of here!”
“Yeah, it’ll get handled,” he assured her, hoping that he didn’t trip while walking her backward. If he loosened his grip on her even the slightest, he was worried she’d tear back after Lola, who was pushing to her feet and brushing herself off.
“I was waiting for you and you’re fucking down here getting your dick sucked!”
“Not now,” Slade said quietly. “Gonna come with me calmly? We’re goin’ inside. Don’t need you tusslin’ with her, got me?”
“I can take her,” Di snapped.
Slade fought back the chuckle that wanted to escape. She could take her. After the little bit Slade saw, he had no doubt Diamond could do it.
He turned them around and released her, except for the firm grasp he kept on her wrist. “Inside,” he told her.
With a huff, Diamond moved toward the side door that went into church and when they finally got through it, he steered her toward the stairway.
“Your place or here?” he asked.
She didn’t answer for a minute, instead she just stood there, still breathing a little faster than normal.
“How about you stay here, and I go home,” she finally said then moved toward the back door to the parking lot.
Slade reached out, sn
agged her wrist again and hauled her back to him. “That ain’t gonna happen,” he muttered, staring down into her eyes still flashing with anger.
“Think I want you with skank spit on your dick?”
Slade caught his bottom lip in his teeth and closed his eyes for a second, just long enough to let the irritation run through him so he didn’t say anything he’d regret later.
He released her wrist. “Fine. Fuckin’ go, then.” With a shake of his head he moved toward the stairs. He didn’t look behind him, but he knew she remained in the same spot and he could feel those blue eyes of hers burning holes into his back. He expected her to call out, to stop him before he reached the bottom of the steps, but she didn’t.
He sighed in relief when he heard her yell out, “Where are you going?”
Without turning around, he said, “Upstairs to wash ‘skank spit’ off of me, then comin’ over to your place to fuck you good. Be ready. Better be in sweet Diamond mode, too.”
Then he stomped up the stairs not waiting for her response.
Slade brushed a lock of hair out of Diamond’s face as it rested on his chest. Their breathing was finally back to normal after the rough and tumble sex they had. He was surprised they hadn’t broken her bed, because that’s how badass it was.
He was beginning to appreciate the fact that Diamond’s cabin was isolated. Otherwise, Ace, or the any of the others living on the farm, might bust in thinking he was killing her.
The fucking woman had a mouth on her, but he was not one to curb her enthusiasm. Hell no, he wasn’t. Speaking of enthusiasm...
“Where’d you learn to fight like that?”
Her blue eyes tipped up to his and suddenly something ran through him that he didn’t recognize. Something he wasn’t ready to figure out, either.
“You should know what the club motto is,” she answered.
“Yeah. And?”
“I know how to get down and dirty.”
“That you do. Don’t fight like a girl, though.”
“No.”
“Why?”
Her bare shoulder lifted and fell back into place. After a long hesitation, she finally said, “I’ve done some kickboxing.”
He shifted until he could see down into her face a little better. “No shit?”
She nodded, a small smile curling the corner of her lips. “No shit.”
“Damn. Gotta tell you, princess, that shit was hot.”
“Yeah, well, I saw that patch whore on her knees while you were tucking your dick back into your jeans and it...”
“Pissed you off,” he finished for her. That unrecognizable feeling swept through him again.
“Yeah, it pissed me off. Unfortunately, I forgot to remind myself that no man’s worth fighting over.”
He stifled a chuckle, then became more serious. “Just to be clear, didn’t break the rules,” he murmured.
“I know. That’s the only reason why you’re in my bed right now.”
“Fell asleep. Woke up to...” No point in making her relive it and get her temper flaring again. “Thought it was you,” he finished softly.
She sighed, her warm breath blowing across his still damp chest.
When she remained quiet, he added, “Wished it was you, princess.”
And that was true. What they had going on right now was a good thing. And he didn’t want to blow it. Whatever it was, worked for them. For the past couple of weeks, they’d gotten together whenever they could, usually in her cabin, and the sex was fucking amazing. Mind-blowing.
No matter how rough he got with her, she ate that shit up. And she gave as good as she got.
So yeah, he could definitely see her kickboxing. But her form was... really, really good. It made him wonder where she learned to kick box, why she never mentioned it until now and whether she was still doing it. But mostly, he wanted to know why.
“Got in a lotta scraps when you were a kid?”
She mumbled something against his skin.
He lifted his head. “What?”
“No,” she mumbled. “I started doing it after Pierce cornered me.” She hesitated, then blew out a breath. “I needed to find a way to protect myself.”
He stilled. Fury begin to bubble up from his chest. Not at Diamond. Hell no. But at that piece of shit former DAMC president. That man needed to stay clear of Slade if he knew what was good for him.
He tried to push away his rage at the thought of a fifteen-year-old feeling so vulnerable around an adult like that, she felt the need to take steps to protect herself. Most teenagers would have run to tell someone, not Diamond. Instead, she took it upon herself to solve a problem in the best way she could think of.
He sucked air into his flared nostrils, trying to lower his blood pressure. “Nothin’ surprises me ‘bout you, princess. nothin’. You abso-fuckin-lutley impress me with your courage.” She really did.
When he looked back down at her she was smiling, which made him blink in surprise. It had to be his compliment making her eyes twinkle like they did when she was happy. He loved seeing her like that. Content and happy. Especially when she was sprawled over his chest after a bout of a sweaty session of knocking boots.
Since she just gave him a little insight about herself that he didn’t know, he decided to do the same.
“Boxed in the Marines,” he admitted.
“Were you good?”
“Yeah, enough to make some good scratch at it.”
“Didn’t want to continue with it?”
“Not good enough to go pro.”
She traced a fingernail around his nipple and a shiver ran down his spine. “How long were you in the Marines?”
The question was innocent enough, but Slade knew once he started answering questions about his time in the military, she’d want to know more, and he just wasn’t ready to talk about it. Or at least some of it.
“Eight years.”
“Eight?”
“Yeah, six active, two reserves. Did my time, got out.”
When she opened her mouth to ask the next question, he pressed his finger to her lips. “Done talkin’ ‘bout it. Wanna know more ‘bout you.”
“What about me?”
He asked the first question that popped into his head. Especially since Lola had called her Cubic Zirconia earlier. Which wasn’t funny at the time but was now that he thought back on it. “How’d you get the name Diamond?”
“You know my mom’s name is Ruby, right?”
He nodded.
“Mom made a deal with my dad. She got to name any girls. He got to name any boys. Jag was born first and since Dad loved the Rolling Stones, he named him Mick Jagger Jamison.”
“Mick?”
Di snorted. “Yeah. He hates it. Only Ivy gets away with calling him that and only in private, if you get my meaning. She says it’s a way to make Mick only hers, when the rest of us get Jag. So anyway, Mom went with a theme for Jewel and me, obviously.”
“Like your name?”
She shrugged against him. “Doesn’t bother me. Jewel doesn’t mind her name, either. So, I guess we’re luckier than Jag.”
“Princess Di,” he murmured, stroking the back of his knuckle down her cheek.
“Mmm. Classy lady. I’m nothing like her.”
Slade chuckled. “Don’t want classy. Like that you can get down an’ dirty. Got some spunk, woman. Turns me the fuck on.”
“I thought I was too bitchy for you. I assumed that’s why you pushed me away last summer.”
“Keep you full of dick an’ that bitchiness disappears.”
“So, you’re sacrificing yourself for the good of the club?”
His lips twitched. “Yeah, babe, I’m sacrificin’.”
She whacked his arm.
He continued, “But you still have enough fight in you to make the sex interesting.”
“Interesting, huh?”
Slade flipped her over and covered her body with his. “More than interesting.”
She smiled up
at him and his chest tightened. When the woman smiled she was lose-your-breath stunning. A woman that might make other men jealous because she didn’t belong to them.
But she didn’t belong to Slade, either. Not now, maybe not ever.
Though, he was happy for Z going down that road of claiming an ol’ lady, putting a ring on her finger and then creating a family, Slade wasn’t so sure that was for him.
He had shit he needed to do, to get off his plate, before even thinking of settling down.
Settling down.
Fuck. Did that phrase even enter his head?
He sucked in a breath.
“What’s wrong?” she asked him, her eyes worried.
“Nothin’.” He slipped to her side and pulled her against him, her back to his front, strumming his thumb absently over her nipple. He tucked his chin into the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent.
And again, that fucking feeling that he couldn’t identify rushed through him. His heart began to pound against his chest and he closed his eyes trying to beat back the panic.
Months ago when he landed in Shadow Valley, he didn’t plan on staying. He was only there to poke around for a little while and then move on. And now, here he was a fully-patched member of the Angels and had a DAMC woman in his bed. Or her bed. Whatever.
He wasn’t here to put down roots. That wasn’t his intent.
But the nights he ended up with Diamond in his arms, he felt those roots growing, spreading, sinking deeper into the ground.
He couldn’t let that happen. He needed to fight it.
He’d be smart to roll out of her bed, her place, and go back to his room to forget she ever existed. Then he needed to do what he came to do in the Valley and get gone.
But as much as he knew that needed to happen, he couldn’t pull away from her. Not now. Not today.
Maybe tomorrow. Or possibly the next day.
Because today he was staying put. Her bed was warm, Diamond was hot, and at this very moment, there was nowhere he’d rather be than the exact spot he was in.
And, fuck him, that scared the hell out of him.
“Slade,” she said softly.
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