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“It’s not his, it’s brand new!” I exclaim.
“I don’t care. Wear this.” He throws me a plain black shirt with sleeves. Just as long as the one I’m wearing. Once I switch shirts, he nods and tells me that I look much better.
We spend the rest of the day lounging around, eating ice cream, and watching sad movies. Even Wilder is polite. I pretend just for the day that everything in my life is perfect.
The guys left around six, so Luna and I took a walk on the beach and had dinner by ourselves. The Barbies didn’t eat with us, they only sit when the guys are around. It was nice to just be in the company of my friend.
After dinner we go our separate ways, she has homework to catch up on, and I head back to my dorm to chill. Cuyler sends a few messages over the night, most make me laugh. I know Diesel isn’t the type to check in. I spend a while fixing our room, mainly Diesel's side and my bed. The room isn’t perfect by the time I’m done, but it is a lot better. I lie down when my eyes get heavy. Today may have been my first time dealing with my mother’s death without Zeke, but it was good to not feel alone.
***
The splintering sound of wood shattering has me rolling out of bed and hitting the floor with a loud thump. Pulling myself up, I realise the sound is coming from the hallway. I tiptoe to the door, cracking it slightly to peer outside. I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe a burglar. In hindsight, it wasn’t a wise idea to open the door when Diesel isn’t here. Pushing the door back, I stand in the doorway, two bodies are tangled on the floor. Seven of their so-called friends are just watching on.
“What’s wrong with you, you’re all just watching this?!” I scream, hoping one of them would answer me. Most of them just stare straight through me as if I’m not even there. Except Wilder, he looks me dead in the eye.
“I warned you to not butt in when you know nothing about us, you’re nothing but a ....” His tone frightens me and tears well in my eyes. Holy shit, this feelings thing, I forgot how much it actually sucked.
Before he gets a chance to finish his sentence, Diesel side tackles him onto the floor, throwing a punch on the way down, connecting with Wilder’s jaw. Well, things have certainly changed in a few hours.
“Don’t you ever speak to her again unless I tell you otherwise.” Diesel says, pushing down on Wilder and standing. He turns his attention back to Cuyler, pointing at him. “Consider that your warning.”
I look over at Cuyler, and he will definitely have a black eye and swollen jaw in the morning, but he gives me a sly smile and shrugs. Looking up at Diesel, he has a busted lip but not much else. I reach up and run my finger along the side of his jaw, his eyes close as he relaxes into my touch.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” I whisper. He narrows his eyes ,and I wonder what changed. The lighthearted, caring, fun Diesel is gone, and his hardened exterior is back up.
“What about Cuy, don’t you want to run to him,” he snaps. I know he has seen the connection between Cuyler and I. I need to show him that it means nothing to me, and all we'll ever be is friends. His icy glare is focused on Cuyler as he sits up with his back propped against the wall.
“He has a girlfriend, I’m sure he could call her.” My tone is colder than I intended it to be, but Diesel nods and leads me back to our room.
Seated on his bed, he watches me wetting a face cloth with a bottle of water.
“I know you like him.” His tone is heavily laced with venom. I stalk closer to him and place the cloth to his lip, slightly rougher than I should, and a hiss escapes his lips.
“Of course, I like him, he’s my friend.” I wipe the blood from his face, trying to not cause any extra pain.
“That isn’t what I meant, and you know it.” He says as I straddle his lap. His hands find my hips as I grind myself against him.
“Is he flirty, yes. Are other girls like that with you, well not directly, but they flutter their eyes every time you walk past, waiting for any scraps you’re willing to throw their way. I don’t feel the need to claw their eyes out each time either.” His fingers dig into me, the pain makes a noise escape me. I know someone filled him in on what they saw between Cuy and I earlier. It probably looked really bad, but I can’t help that he was there.
“What are you doing to me? I want to kill anyone who looks at you, and I’m disoriented every time you’re around, yet I can’t seem to get enough. It was supposed to be for fun only. You can hate me for telling you, but it isn’t like that, it… you’re different…I want to be around you all the damn time but being close to me isn’t worth it.” I close the gap between us, a moan lingering between my lips when he grinds into me.
Between heated kisses, clothes come flying off. I’m almost panting when he flips me onto my back, looking down at me like he wants to eat me alive. My legs wrap around his waist, and he uses his arms to prop himself up, the nipping and sucking my neck causes my skin to flush, and all my senses come alive, in nothing but our underwear, I can feel his length against me as we grind together. For the first time since the accident, I feel sexy and wanted. My scars are on full display, and he doesn’t see them. He sees me, and I like it a lot.
His body slides down mine, pushing my bra aside, licking at my nipples before sucking them into his mouth, spending his time on them before he starts to kiss his way down my body. I hold my breath when he gets to my mound, disappointment flutters over me when he moves to my legs, and his kisses stop at my thighs. Painfully slowly, he inches his way to where I need him.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I’m everything people say about me and more. You will be mine, and I’m a dominant controlling asshole.” I know he is talking to me, even though the words are spoken into my clit, the vibrations from his voice making me wild.
“I’m sure.” I pant. He wastes no time removing my panties and diving his tongue inside my folds, spending his time worshipping my clit, working me into a puddle of goo. I grip his hair, grinding my pussy into his face the closer I get to orgasm, and he hums in appreciation.
When I feel like I’m on the verge of an orgasm, he stands dropping his boxer briefs. I get a magnificent view of his ass as he walks over to his desk drawer and retrieves a condom and joins me back on the bed. He crawls up over top of me, his dark eyes pooled with lust. I never would have imagined that I would be with a guy like Diesel Briar in a million years, but now there is nowhere else I would rather be. The guilt of using him to save my own ass slowly fades away as his body hovers over mine. He slowly thrusts inside, stilling when his length is all the way inside. His movements start out slow, and my nails dig into his back while I adjust to his size. He stretches me in a way I have never felt before.
“It’s you and me, ride or die.”
The memory of Diesel's words at the lake spring to mind, he wants to be that guy for me. The one who knows my past, who is okay with me always wondering what my life would have been like if Zeke hadn't died and knowing a part of me will love him forever.
His fast-paced thrusts come hard, and our bodies slick with sweat as we move together. I never expected this sweet side of him in bed, which tells me he is doing this for me. He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, the position has him deep inside me, hitting a new angle that has me screaming his name as the orgasm rolls through my body. His thrusts become frenzied, chasing his own release until his last few pumps when he freezes, and I feel him pulsate inside me.
Opening my eyes, his dark brown ones staring down at me, I see his face drop, and he jumps off me, throwing the used condom in the trash, cursing under his breath and throwing his shorts on, and leaving the room. Everything I just felt between us shatters into a million pieces. I didn’t think Diesel Briar could possibly hurt me, but right now, I know how very wrong I was.
