Page 9 of Broken Soul
Her knees give out as she comes again for me, but I wrap my other arm around her back, pressing her against me to keep her steady. I slowly withdraw my finger, sliding it up to circle her clit in light circles, bringing her down gently.
Odette shivers and tips her head back to rest on the wall, exposing her neck to me. I watch in awe as she sucks down air, her chest heaving and pushing her tits against me. I trail kisses down her slender column and then nuzzle into the side of her neck, breathing in her sugary, floral scent.
I slip my hand out of her panties, unable to resist the urge to take my first taste of her cream. I growl as I suck on my fingers, licking up every sweet, sticky drop. My sweet girl goes completely limp in my arms, and I gather her up, hugging her against me and rubbing calming circles on her back.
“That was incredible,” she whispers from where her head is resting against my chest. “I could never make myself get there on my own.”
I tighten my hold on her, still processing her words. Holy. Shit.Was that…
I lean back slightly and peel Odette off my chest, still keeping a firm hold on her hip with one hand, while my other hand cups her face. “Look at me.” She opens her beautiful eyes, swimming with so much trust and vulnerability it nearly brings me to my knees. “Was that your first orgasm?”
Her eyes go wide and her cheeks are stained red. That’s a yes. I tip my head back and growl, probably a little too loudly, but fuck. I’m filled with pride and complete satisfaction, but also guilt. Looking around at the dirty dishes in the sink and the wall I just fingerfucked her against, my stomach drops. She deserves better than this. Better than me. I practically attacked her, and…
“It was, but I’m so glad I was with you when it happened,” she whispers, sliding her hands up my chest so she can cup my face in her tiny hands. I close my eyes and lean into her touch, letting her soft voice and gentle caresses calm me down.
I press my lips to her forehead and keep them there, breathing her in and resting right here in this moment with her.
6
ODETTE
“Perfect, we’ll see you in the shop for your appointment tomorrow,” I tell the customer on the other end of the line. We say our goodbyes and I enter the information into the scheduling software, pleased with myself for another successful booking.
I’ve been staying with Diesel now for a few days. We haven’t discussed other living arrangements, nor has he mentioned my car. Not that I’m in a rush to leave here, especially after we shared that kiss and he gave me my first orgasm yesterday morning. Plus, it’s not like I have anywhere to go or any money to get there. Diesel’s words from our first day together have been on repeat in my head all morning.
I sense you’re looking for a place to start over. Why not start over here, with me?
At the time, I thought he was just taking pity on me. Maybe that’s all it was back then, but now…? I’m not sure where we stand. For me, everything is new and exciting. I’m giddy every single time I see Diesel, which then usually melts into desire when his green eyes turn dark.
The bell above the front door dings, alerting me to another customer. Just in time for me to ignore my confusing thoughts and feelings about the man I’ve been staying with.
“Hi, I’m–”
The words die on my lips as I stare at the group of men who just walked in the door. All four of them are giants with tattoos, muscles, and leather cuts. One man has a patch over his eye and a wicked smirk, his good eye narrowing as his lips twist up menacingly.
After working here for the last several days, I’ve gotten used to bikers from Deviant Souls. Diesel told me a little bit about the club, but not much. I know most of the mechanics and customers are from the club, but these men… these men are radiating with anger and sinister intentions. It’s not the first time a man looked at me like that.
“Are those pussies recruiting women to their club now?” the man with the eye patch asks. His booming voice echoes in the small waiting area. I blink at him, not sure what to say. “Cat got your tongue or are you just stupid?”
I shake my head, no, but I can't seem to find any words. I'm stuck, cowering in my chair while the men draw closer and closer. The apparent leader of the group slams his hands down on the desk and leans over, his face mere inches from mine.
Just then, the door to the garage bay swings open with a loud bang, making me jump out of my skin.
“What thefuckare you doing here?” Diesel roars.
“Just paying our old brothers a visit,” the one-eyed man says, not moving or taking his eyes off of me. My chair has wheels, I could just push myself backward and hide under the desk, but my limbs are frozen.
“Don’t look at her,” Diesel snaps. “Back the fuck away and leave the property, Zeke. Unless you want me to call the cops.Again.”
This gets the man’s attention. He slams his fist down on the desk one final time, rattling the computer and making my heart leap into my throat. Then he turns toward Diesel, who has murder written on his face. I don’t know what history these two have, but these two hate each other.
“Mighty brave of you to talk to me like that, motherfucker,” Zeke spits out. He looks at the three men behind him and tips his chin up. They immediately surround Diesel, who is clearly outnumbered. I don’t know what to do or how to help. I can barely breathe let alone attempt to fight these men.
“You picked the wrong guy to run into here,” Diesel growls. You threatened my woman and now I’m going to have to kill you.”
I’m taken aback by his declaration of violence, but a small part of me lit up when he called me his woman.
“No one is dying today,” another voice says. “At least not here.” I recognize him as the President of Deviant Souls, Domino. We’ve only met briefly, but I got good vibes from him. From everybody I’ve met here so far. Until today, of course.