Diesel (Savage Brothers MC-Tennessee 2)

He lifts me up in his arms as if I weigh nothing more than a feather, and cradles me against his body—despite me pushing and slapping against his chest.

“Stop hitting me, or you won’t like how I retaliate.”

“Are you threatening me? Go ahead and hit me! When I get loose from here, I’ll make you regret it! I’ve handled bigger assholes than you!”

“I’m saying if you don’t quit hitting me I’m going to spank that ass red until you settle down,” he grumbles, opening the door to his truck and putting me inside.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I gasp, immediately trying to get out of the seat.

“Believe me, Cupcake, I would and what’s more I’ll make you like it too,” he says and then he bends down and pulls the seatbelt around me.

I try to wrestle out of that, not wanting my seatbelt, not wanting to be in his truck—not wanting to be in his company. I freeze instantly when his large hand moves up on my thigh and slides between my legs—my dress gathering high up on my leg and exposing me in ways that make my heart beat faster. His fingers bite into the inside of my thighs and his fingers curl and rub against my center. My pussy spasms, feeling his hand there. He feels heated, branding my skin and the sides of his fingers are resting against my panties. I’m afraid to breathe, afraid to move. I know my panties are wet. The minute he put his hand there, my body reacted—even if I didn’t want it to.

“Let me go,” I bite out the words one by one, my hand going to his arm, my fingernails biting into him while I try to lift his hand away. I’m desperate to get him to move before he feels my reaction to his touch.

“You don’t really want me to.”

“I do,” I argue.

“If I didn’t have to go pick up my son, I’d prove you wrong, Rory.”

I fight the shiver that runs through my body, but I can’t hold it back. Something about the way he says my name, his voice low and rumbly and filled with what I can only describe as hunger—makes me feel like I’m on fire.

“Noah—”

“But soon, Rory, I’m going to make all those naughty fantasies you have every night come true.”

His words make me taste panic. He can’t know about that. He can’t know that I’ve gone insane since he moved in next door and dreamed of him doing wicked, wicked things to my body. The dreams make zero sense, especially since he is a complete jerk. That doesn’t change the fact that I have them however. Nor does it change the fact that I don’t want him to know I’m having them.

“Move. Your. Hand.” I order him, doing my best to keep my face blank of all the turmoil in my brain.

“For now, I will. But soon that will change, Rory.”

“No, it won’t,” I tell him.

He doesn’t say anything, he pulls away, straightening and then closes the door.

I instantly miss his hand.

I also instantly hate myself for missing it.

I watch as he walks around the truck, gets inside and put it back into drive.

“You and I are going to happen Rory, and soon.”

“You’re delusional, Noah.”

“If you don’t quit licking your lips I’ll show you what a liar you are,” he grumbles and he merges back on the road.

I bite my lip, not realizing I was doing that. I turn away and look out the window not sure who I hate more right now, him…or myself.

Crap.10Diesel“I could have gone with you to pick up Ryan. You’re going to make yourself late,” Rory says, as she hops out of my truck.

“I have time,” I tell her, and I do—barely, but I can still do it.

“I just—”

“I want you, Rory. I’m pretty fucking positive you want me.”

“Noah, God. We can’t stand each other and—”

“That will just make the sex that much hotter,” I shrug.

“You really are a pig,” she huffs, slamming my truck door.

“I’m a realist. You need to know going into this, that when we give into this pull between us, that’s all it is.”

“Excuse me?”

“You won’t be friends with my son. Our lives will be separate—completely. I won’t be getting into your shit and you won’t be getting into mine. We’ll enjoy each other and that’s it.”

“You’re insane. Do women fall for this approach?”

“Right. You keep denying this pull between us. Doesn’t matter. It’s going to happen.”

“You’re certifiably insane,” she gasps.

“Woman, if I had time, I’d show you just how fake that arguing of yours is,” I respond and her mouth shuts, but annoyance shines through on her face. For some reason, I even find that sexy. “I don’t have time right now to do this. You take time to digest this and own up to the fact that it’s what you want. Whatever you need to do to realize it’s happening. I got a kid to go pick up.”