Diesel (Savage Brothers MC-Tennessee 2)

Like an idiot, I put it in the microwave and give it the ten seconds. The minute I do that, Noah spins me around to face him.

“You’re an asshole,” I tell him, and surprise slides over his face.

“I’ve heard that before,” he admits and I just bet he has.

“I only wanted to fix Ryan something good to eat. I wasn’t trying—”

Noah stops my words and he does this by kissing me. I don’t open my mouth for him, I’m too pissed and I use that as fuel to prevent giving in. Then he brings his hand up to gently hold the side of my neck. His thumb reaches out to glide back and forth on my cheek and he pulls back to look at me.

“I’m just dealing with some shit, Rory. It’s not fair and it’s not right, but you’re going to have to deal with it,” he says and I frown. I think over what he says and I come to a decision. It’s a decision I don’t completely like, but it feels like the safest one.

“I don’t want to deal with it.”

“Say again?” he says, sounding shocked.

“I don’t want to deal with it, Noah. I’m too old for the merry-go-round you seem to put me on. After the mess with Tony the last thing I want in my life is another man to give me more messes. I want a quiet life and I want that life to be… mess free.”

“You don’t,” he says, but his face doesn’t have that easy smile.

“I do. Which is fine. I mean we had one night of sex and I’m sure that happens to you often. It doesn’t to me. What we did together isn’t something I do on a regular basis. I don’t have a nightstand full of condoms or a freezer with whipped topping. I live alone and I like alone, because alone you can’t get hurt.”

“Gorgeous—”

“If you don’t mind, I’d rather you go back to calling me cupcake. I hate it, but at least when you call me that, I know exactly where I stand with you.”

“Where’s that?”

“You only call me cupcake when you’re going to be a dick or already are a dick, so I can prepare a little more when I hear that name coming at me.”

“Rory—”

“Not that it matters, because I’ll be leaving today and we’ll not see each other again. If you think about it, this whole conversation is really kind of stupid since we really just slept together and then now is now and I’m leaving—”

Noah stops me from rattling on by kissing me. I was in the middle of my tirade, hence my mouth was open. Noah uses that to his advantage and his tongue sweeps in and fills my mouth. I’m almost sure I could have resisted the pull of him if his tongue had stayed out of my mouth. Like this I can’t. My knees instantly go weak and my fingers slide into his hair, that he has pulled up on his head and wrapped around in a bun. I’ve never liked men with long hair, I always thought it would be a turnoff to know they probably take longer to get ready to go somewhere than I do. I also thought it would really suck if a man had beautiful hair and thus, much prettier than my own.

Clearly, I’ve been insane.

Noah’s hair is beautiful, I love everything about it and I especially love how it feels when it scrunches up under my fingers while his tongue is forcefully taking over my mouth and depriving me of oxygen to my lungs.

We break apart and I slowly open my eyes. My heart is thundering in my own ears when I look up into his eyes.

“You aren’t leaving, Rory.”

“I can’t stay here, Noah. Tony won’t stop and he’ll have my brother’s help. I—”

“Someday you will tell me more about this dickweed ex and your obvious dickweed brother,” he says. I frown and say nothing. I’m not sure what a dickweed is, but considering Tony and my brother are a bunch of things, none of them good and these things include being major assholes and mean ones at that… I figure they probably fit the description.

“I’ll write it to you in a letter,” I tell him.

“A letter?”

“From Mexico,” I confirm. “Which is where I’m headed once breakfast is over and I go home and pack.”

Noah smiles and this is a full warm smile and I should hate it, but I don’t.

“You’re not moving to Mexico, Gorgeous.”

“I am. It’s—”

“You’re going to go with Ryan and I to drop him off at school. We’re going to go see the judge about upping your protection and your restraining order. Then, we’re going to come back here and you’re going to show me why you think me having whipped topping in my freezer makes you think I have sex on a regular basis,” he grins.