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It just might be the man himself.
I can’t deny that being in his arms, having his dick buried deep inside of me, his dirty words, and the way he holds me after an orgasm are all helping.
The nightmares still occur, but I’m exhausted enough to sleep through them. When I do wake up, it’s Diesel who’s here, soothing me and holding me until I drift back to sleep again. It’s nice. Scary nice. I don’t know if anyone but my parents have ever taken such good care of me, and the small, kind gestures are getting to me.
And then I worry about what my life will be like when I leave Diesel’s bed? What if the nightmares never go away, and he tires of me, or I tire of him, or we tire of each other?
“I need to get out of the house.” I need fresh air and a change of scenery. Maybe that will change my perspective. Maybe it’ll give me some clarity about what I’m starting to feel for Diesel.
“Come with me today.” Diesel’s voice is deep, and then his chest is pressing against my back, his arms band around my waist. “I have to work at Morgan International.”
I gasp in surprise because I was so in my own head that I forgot I was still in bed. Once my heart is no longer trying to beat out of my chest, I find my voice. “You wouldn’t mind?”
“Not at all. Aria is always there, so you’ll have someone to talk to other than me. And it’ll get you out of the house.”
I sigh and weigh my options. Getting out of the house sounds wonderful, but I’m not sure that hanging around Morgan International is what I need right now. “Okay. I’ll go with you. Maybe I can get a load out of her.”
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yep. I need to start making some money. Get over to my parents to check on them. So much to do. I can’t just hang out here the rest of my life.” That came out snarkier than I wanted it to.
“You know if you leave the house, you leave with me, right?”
“You’re bossy,” I say half-heartedly.
He laughs and presses his hips forward, his morning wood hitting my ass. “You like it.”
“Are you trying to give me some dick, or are you just teasing me?”
He laughs, pressing his lips to my neck and his cock against my opening. “I would love to give you some dick, but then we’ll definitely be late. Aria won’t mind, but my brother will bitch about it until the end of time.”
Damn.“Then I’d better put on some clothes, I guess.”
“Unfortunately. But feel free to take them off the minute we get home. Better yet, I’ll take them off you.”
I suppress a shiver and quickly shower, throwing on a pair of jeans from the stack of things Diesel brought from the girls at the clubhouse. Riding on the back of his bike again feels surreal. I’ve been cooped up in the house so long that the wind in my face is exhilarating.
We roar down the freeway, the vibration of the engine between my legs. I tighten my arms around Diesel’s waist, pressing my cheek against his back. I can almost forget everything that’s happened over the past few weeks. The terror, the violence, Tiny and Ghost. Out here holding on to Diesel, I feel free.
The bike leans into a curve and Diesel’s hand comes down to squeeze my thigh. My breath hitches at the contact. He’s been patient, not pushing me for more than I can give. But his touch ignites a longing inside me. I want to feel okay again.
The bike slows on the concrete right before coming to a stop across from the bay where my truck is. “Have you looked at it?”
“Not much, since it was on the side of the highway. Why? What are you thinking?”
I step inside the oversized bay made for truck repairs and stare at my truck. It looks the same too. Everything is the same. Everything and everyone except me. “I’m thinking that maybe someone put a tracker on my truck,” I finally answer.
Lucky is there, and he slides out from under my truck with a grunt. “Finally. I thought you decided to take a personal day.”
“Told you,” Diesel whispers in my ear. “Find anything?” he asks instead of responding to Lucky’s jab.
“No, but I just got started. I was waiting for you.” His gaze lands on me. “Cassidy.”
“Lucky, hi. Thanks, uhm, for your help before.”
He stands, stroking the back of his neck. “Not a problem. You here to check out your truck or keep my brother company?”
“Both? I think there might be a tracker somewhere.”
