Page 10 of Broken Soul
Six or seven big burly Deviant Souls members file into the room in a show of strength. The tension in the air is palpable. It’s like a stand-off in an old Western film, but with more leather and fewer tumbleweeds. Still, I have a feeling everyone has a gun.
“Whatever, fuck this shit,” Zeke says. “I have all the information I need.” He turns his head and gives me a cruel smile. His good eye gleams with violence and revenge.
“I told you not to fucking look at her,” Diesel growls. He steps forward but Domino holds him back.
The unwelcome guests eventually leave, and I take my first full breath since they walked in.
“What the hell was that?”
“Why is Zeke out of prison?
“What the fuck were those cuts they were wearing? Another new club?”
The room erupts in speculation and chatter about what just happened. Everyone’s words bleed together until it’s just a buzzing sound in my head. I don’t know if I’m about to throw up or pass out, but then something breaks through my haze.
“Are you okay, princess?” Diesel asks. I pry one eye open and see him kneeling in front of the chair I’m in. He holds out his hand for me to take. I slip my trembling hand into his, thankful for someone to ground me in this moment.
“Yeah,” I squeak out. “He didn’t touch me or anything. You came out before anything happened. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” he mutters. “I’m the one who put you at risk.” Diesel drops his gaze from mine and stares at the floor in shame.
I squeeze his hand, urging him to look up at me. “It’s not your fault that assholes exist,” I tell him, feeling a little bit more like myself.
Diesel grins and lifts my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss over my knuckles. “You always know what to say.” He stands, still holding my hand, and pulls me up with him. “Let’s get you home. You’ve had a rough day.”
“But what about work?”
“I know the boss. He’ll understand,” Diesel answers with a wink.
“But… don’t you have to deal with… all this?” I ask, gesturing vaguely to the heated discussions happening between the other members.
“Not right now. That’s the Prez’s job. My job is getting you to safety.”
“But–”
“No more buts,” he says firmly. Diesel shocks the hell out of me when he bends down and lifts me, tossing me over hisshoulder like I weigh nothing. The men’s conversations stop, one by one, until the room is silent. “I’m taking Odette home to rest,” he announces.
A few men chuckle while others cheer and whistle. “Caveman,” I whisper-shout as he heads outside.
Diesel nods his head in agreement. “Only for you.” Despite my current position of hanging over his shoulder, I have to crack a smile at his response.
Ten minutes later, we pull into Diesel’s driveway. He helps me off of his bike and steadies me with a hand on my hip. I’ve ridden on his motorcycle a few times now, and I won’t lie, I love it. Being wrapped around Diesel’s hard body, the engine roaring, the leather seat vibrating between my thighs…
“You okay?” Diesel asks. “You look flushed.”
“I’m fine,” I tell him. “Really.” He gives me a skeptical look. “Honestly, I…” I let out a breath and tell him what’s really on my mind. “I’m always really turned on after riding your bike,” I whisper.
Diesel’s eyes widen and then narrow in on me, his gaze wandering up and down my body. My nipples tighten under his scrutiny, becoming sensitive and achy. He steps closer to me, weaving his fingers in my hair and tilting my head up. His nose brushes against mine and I can feel the sexual energy, the tension with every beat of my heart.
“You need something from me, princess?” His voice is low and gravelly and filled with lust.
“I need everything,” I answer truthfully. “I’m ready. I want you so bad–”
Once again, my world turns upside down as Diesel throws me over his shoulder. He smacks my ass and then kneads the soft flesh, making me squirm in his grip.
The next thing I know, I'm falling through the air before my back hits the soft mattress. Diesel falls on top of me, pinning medown with his weight, blanketing me in his strength. His lips are on mine in the next second, his tongue sliding inside my mouth and driving me wild.
He holds himself up with one hand at the side of my head, while his other hand slides down my body, cupping my breast. He squeezes lightly, groaning into my mouth. Then his hand moves lower, gripping my hip, sliding down my thigh until he reaches bare skin. Diesel squeezes me there and groans again, pulling my leg to the side so he can settle between my legs.