Diesel (Savage Brothers MC-Tennessee 2)

“It does?” she asks, and it’s not my imagination that her words sound like a contented purr. She’s got a greedy little cunt. She came hard as hell just minutes ago and already looking for a rematch.

Good to know.

“Reach over in the bedside drawer, and get me a glove,” I tell her, my hands starting to move up her stomach, to hold her breasts.

She bends, her breasts trying to leave me too. I hold tighter, not letting them—but she doesn’t complain. She rifles through the drawer and pulls out a condom. I don’t have many of those. Really didn’t think I would need them. Now that Rory and I have broken the seal—so to speak—I definitely have to get more.

“Noah, that’s not a glove, it’s a condom,” she smirks.

“It’s going to fit like a glove and that’s the best I can get because I want to feel every fucking inch of that pussy you have, Gorgeous.”

“Oh…Wow…” she whispers and the excitement on her face makes me smile… A-fucking-again.

“Put it on me and advice, Rory.”

“Advice?” she asks.

“You get bonus points for being inventive,” I tell her.

I watch as Rory studies my face.

“Will I enjoy cashing in these bonus points?”

“Definitely, Gorgeous,” I promise.

That’s when I watch Rory’s lips spread into a slow, wicked smile. She uses her teeth to rip open the condom and then my girl… gets inventive.26RoryI’m lying in bed with a man who just rocked my world off of its axis. My breathing is labored—though much better than I was five minutes ago, with my orgasm still shattering through my body. Noah is lying beside me, having rolled to his side, his leg draped over my legs, his arm lying over my stomach and his head sharing my pillow.

He’s close, so close his breathing is ruffling against my hair and I just came…hard and I did that not once, but twice. I’m warm all over and my heart is beating hard in my chest and doing it happily.

Still, it’s over now and I have so much running through my brain that I don’t know how to process it. I just slept with a man that I like—who is mostly an ass, but when he’s not it’s off the charts good. I just had two of the best orgasms I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’m not an expert on sex, but I’m pretty sure what I just had could probably go down in the book of world records for being the best orgasms ever.

They were that good.

That doesn’t change the fact that now that it’s over instead of enjoying the after, I’m panicking inside. I need a little space. I have to sort through the mush that is my brain and figure out what I’m doing. Noah said I shouldn’t run. He wanted me to go meet with the judge and get the restraining order in place. I don’t think an order will work, not against Tony and not against my brother. But, they might slow them down if they catch up with me before I cross the state line. It’s also good to have a paper trail in case they catch up with me when I hit Mexico.

I’ve decided to go to Mexico—not because I necessarily want to, but because it seems like another country is a good idea where Tony is involved. I know some Spanish and I hear American money goes farther there—although I have no idea if that’s true, but it sounds nice. That’s the extent of my planning, but it’s there. First, I need to disengage myself from the neighbor I just tumbled around with in bed. I can’t afford to let him stay here with me, because he makes me want to stay even more. He makes me long for… normal.

There’s one thing I do know… my life has never been and will never be normal.

“Can hear your mind working from here, Gorgeous,” Noah’s voice says, the words startling me almost as much as the way his finger is drawing lines against my stomach.

“I… Um…” Shit. I have no idea what to say.

“I’ve fucked a lot of women,” he starts and my body goes solid. On the scale of post sex talk this is not good. It’s like on the scale of negative a million on most desired post sex conversations. “Don’t think I’ve ever been with one that had freckles like yours,” he says and it must be said that I didn’t exactly like that comment either. I’m horribly self-conscious about my freckles. His finger keeps drifting across my stomach and he seems oblivious to the upset that he has delivered. I look down and watch his finger dance across my stomach and my breath stalls so quickly in my throat that it feels like my heart is swelling and trying not to beat.