Game Changer (Hell's Saints Motorcycle Club) (14 page)

He wasn’t moving but, some of the anger had left his eyes so I thought that might be a good sign. I continued,

“I needed a friend. You went with Ellie. I still don’t know where you went or where you brought her or if she’s coming back. I don’t how you feel about what she said.”

“You don’t know because you wouldn’t pick up the goddam fucking phone Raine.” His eyes were hard on me again.

He wasn’t wrong, so I nodded in a way that he could take as agreement. “Crow and I share a heritage. We come from the same place in a lot of ways. I needed that and he gave it to me. Then he took it away. And that’s all that happened.”

And because I wanted to be very clear and I wanted to be very sure Diego understood I said, “I swear it. I swear nothing else happened between Crow and me.”

I waited then. I pulled my hands around me and held on tight. I felt like I might be losing something important that I never even had.It didn’t make sense but that didn’t stop it from aching.

“What do you mean he took it away?” He was watching my arms. The air shifted around him again and not in a completely bad way. But not in a completely good way either.
 

Oh geez.
 

“Diego, I don’t know. Do you really want to hear this?” I looked at him. He didn’t look insanely angry anymore. But while I knew honesty was the best policy, I didn’t want to go there with him.
 

“Raine, I really want to hear this.” His eyes went to my face then to my arms then back up to my face again.
 

I colored a deep red. I know I did because I felt hot from the inside out. This was humiliating. Holding on so tight my sides began to ache I searched around in my mind and came up with the words before I gave them.
 

“We were friends Diego. I’m guessing by your
extreme
reaction (I looked pointedly at him) that me riding on his bike must mean something different to you than it did to me. But honestly, it was fun. It was nice. He took me to Reds and he worked and Dolly worked and I worked. It felt normal and busy in a good way. I’ve not had normal and busy in a good way in a very long time. We got into a rhythm and that felt good.”
 

I looked at him and he was watching me hold on to myself in the way he had started doing.
 

“But after that kiss, I think he kind of regretted it. He told me he was married and not done with that. I think he wanted to take the kiss back and he couldn’t so instead he took back the friendship. That made me sad. And that’s all of it.”
 

He looked at me and nodded. Then he moved towards me and wrapped his hands around the back of my head gently. He looked me in the eye and said, “He didn’t regret it baby. No one could have that from you and regret it.”
 

Uh-oh.
 

Then he leaned in and went to put his mouth against mine. When he did my lips clamped together. As much as I wanted this, I should not want this. This wouldn’t be good for me. This could prove my undoing. This was something that if it started again and stopped again I don’t know if I could recover from it. This could hurt. Big Time.
 

So I turned my head and clamped my lips shut.

“Raine.” He was nuzzling against my jaw.
 

I shook my head and put my hands up to push him away. But, oh my God, I wanted him too. His lips on my neck made me tremble all over. I loved his smell. I breathed in deep, felt my nipples pucker and my legs get weak. I felt aching deep inside my belly and below. And it was building. I was trying my best to resist him. I really was. But I wanted him.
 

He looked at me and tucked his two fingers under my chin.
 

He said softly, “Not this shit again with you, Raine. Give me your mouth, dammit. Last time I’m gonna ask, last time I’m going to be fucking nice about it. In about one minute you give it to me or not I’m going to take it and it will not just be my tongue that I’ll be putting down your throat, babe.” His mouth so close to mine I could almost feel his lips brushing against mine.
 

“Jesus Diego. Could you be any more disgusting?” I pushed at him.
 

But really I wanted his tongue down my throat. I wanted his hands in my hair. I wanted to feel his warm hard body covering me. Oh yes I did.

And by the hungry look in my eyes, my guess is he knew it.

*****

It had taken every ounce of restraint for Diego to stop himself from putting his fist through the door. He was going to fucking kill Crow. And he was not too happy with Raine either.

Then when he saw her go all soft and dewy, her eyes bright with tears, it took everything he had not to rip every stitch of clothing off her beautiful silky skin and bury himself so deep inside her that she would have no fucking doubt who she belonged to.

Fucking Crow going there. He would deal with that shit when he got back. Thank fucking everything holy that Crow didn’t get his shit up in his woman. He owned that sweetness and that ass wipe fucking knew it. Whatever stopped him from making his play for Raine was a damn good thing. Crow would be pissing in a bag for the rest of his life, Diego ever catches him up in Raine again. Yeah, he was going to have a fuckin’ man to man with his brother Crow.

But for now he was going to focus on her. He had her up against the door, her heavy tits heaving her nipples peeking out of that shirt like someone was calling their goddamn name. He felt the heat radiating from her so damn hot that he knew her pretty little panties must be drenched right through. And this was all for him. He owned that. All of it. Whether or not she wanted it to be that way, he owned every inch of that soft wet pulsing honey.

Time to get down to business. Time to let all that honey know where she belonged.

“Yeah baby,” He said. “I actually can. I can be a lot more disgusting. As a matter of fact, I’m reigning in a whole fucking shitload of disgusting. Been reigning it in since the day you and those big beautiful eyes walked into that shit hole of an apartment looking so scared and lost and brave that I had to fight to stop myself from taking you right there in front of my brothers and your sister and her jacked up fucking boyfriend. I been wanting to be balls deep in you since I first laid fucking eyes on you, baby. Now you’re telling me that fucking Crow almost beat me to that? I’m fighting with everything I’ve got to reign in disgusting.”

Oh Boy.

“He didn’t almost beat you to it, Diego.” I whispered. Because I had absolutely no pride where this man was concerned I laid it out there.

“No?” he was moving his mouth along my jaw line.

“No.” I was breathing heavy now and to tell the gods honest truth my panties were absolutely positively so wet, I was afraid they were leaving a stain on my jeans.

“Diego?” I loved the feel of his name on my tongue. I felt my nipples get even harder.

“Yeah, baby?” His mouth moving to the corner of mine.

“I’m still not sure this is such a ……..” I gasped. Diego had slipped his hand down the front of my pants and was moving his fingers up and down the outside of my panties.

“Yeah, that’s my girl.” He said against my mouth. “That’s my good little baby girl.”

And as he thrust his tongue gently into my mouth, he put a finger in my honey pot, then two, then three. And he moved those fingers in me slowly. In and out, in and out. Slipping and gliding and tugging against my wetness until I started to spasm. And as his fingers fucked me, his tongue swirled, plundered and danced in my mouth.

*****

And he was in.

Thank god she had opened to him because in about five more seconds it wouldn’t have mattered. He had never forced a woman but he had never ever wanted a woman the way he wanted Raine. He was so rock hard for her he had cum backed up to his spine. Damn Fucking Damn. The minute he took her mouth, his hand was heading hell bent to her pussy. Slipped right in. Oh yes he fucking did. When he felt how wet her little silky panties were he almost shot his load in his pants. God, this woman turned him into a goddam horny teenager.

And she was tight, and wet and willing. And she gave it up to him. Her tight little V grinding against his big rough hand. He slipped one, then two, then three fingers in her. Then he moved his thumb to her clit and she climbed up on him like she was a dying woman. She wrapped those long beautiful legs around him, her back against the door and she gave it to him. She pushed hard against that hand soaking him.

She was ready. So fucking ready. She swung her head back then forward, beautiful big bouncing tit hanging out from the way her shirt had slipped off her shoulder and from his free hand working that magnificent half dollar sized nipple. All that long dark hair spilling free from that goddam braid she had coiled it up in. She met his eyes and held them. He worked her, sliding his fingers in and out, in and out. She fucked his hand hard. Like he liked it. She was being a good girl. His good girl. His fucking incredible very good girl.

*****

I came hard against Diego’s hand.

And I mean hard.

And I wanted more.

Every part of my body was on high alert. I came against his hand while he had me trapped against a door. I rode that hand like my life depended on it. Wanton and shameless and burning with a raw naked need.

Oh. My. God

It had been hours. Hours and hours and hours of incredible mind blowing sex.
Mind blowing
. Diego was tender and loving, then rough and forceful, then tender again. I couldn’t get enough of him and my body responded to him in kind. I was shy, then shameless, then hesitant again. He had me up against the wall, then on the floor, then on my back with my legs spread open hitched on his shoulders while his mouth laid claim to me
. Mind blowing
.

Dolly had come knocking at the door.

Then Reno had come knocking at the door.

Diego had roared a giant “What the Fuck?”

And Reno had yelled just as loud “What the Fuck?” back.

Then Diego had opened the door and throwing him the keys to the Escalade told him to tell Prosper that we would be there soon. Then he slammed the door in his brother’s face and came back to me and showed me some more good time.

By the time I got to the shower my girlie parts were sore in a very good way. My mouth was swollen and I had a pink burn on my face and various other parts of my body where Diego had rubbed his three day old five o’clock shadow against me.

Sweet Jesus. I looked exactly like a walking ad for hours of very thorough, very mind blowing sex. My face was in the final stages of healing and most of the color had muted to quiet yellows, blues and soft blacks. Now I was adding a deep pink to the mix, honestly I looked ridiculous. I looked like I had just gone seven rounds. And I guess, in a way, I had.

I’ll not even get started on the rats’ nest that was my hair. The crown braid that I had been so proud of, had been torn from the pins early in the game. What was left was a screaming mass of tangles from where Diego had pulled and buried and twisted my hair in his big beautiful hands.

The hot spray of the shower was steaming up the room and I lost sight of my reflection in the mirror. What I found in that steam were two big hands kneading my ass again and dragging me into the shower where my opponent held me against the ropes and proceeded to score a knockout in the final bout. I went down smiling.

While I was putting the final touches on my makeup, I heard Diego on the phone with Prosper making our delay all good. Prosper was sending a brother from the Nevada Chapter of the Saints for us and he should be there soon.

I got busy straightening up the room partly because it needed it and mostly because after hours of hot sex with Diego, I was having trouble meeting his eyes. I snuck a peek at him from under my lashes. His hair was still damp from the shower, and he had shaved. He smelled of clean soap and warm sex. I turned pink from inside out remembering. I had to get a hold of myself.

“Babe, if you’re going to turn yourself inside out every time you’re out of my bed that’s gonna give me all the more reason to keep you in it.”

I looked up quickly at him and he was grinning. I threw the pillow I was making the bed up with. Then he started laughing. I had seen the many faces of the moods of Diego Montesalto but I had never seen him laugh. And it was a thing of beauty. The crinkles around the corner of his eyes stood out, and the dimple of the right side of his cheek deepened, his dark eyes glittered like diamonds and his beautiful mouth curved in a perfect u shape.

Damn him.

Then he reached for me and I ran from him. He caught me and held me close to him. He kissed me long and hard and I melted against him.

“Hmmmmm.” He whispered against my ear. “My baby is ready again.”

He wasn’t wrong.

His cell rang and I was saved by the bell. Our ride was here. Diego rode in the front with the Sergeant At Arms from the Nevada Hell’s Saints Chapter. Apparently any one with the title
Sergeant At Arms
never did this “chauffeur shit” and Diego was really honored that Justice had made sure he was the one to bring us back to the house. They did the man hug thing and shared a flask of something and a pack of smokes on the way to the farm house. After a brief introduction I was all but forgotten in the back seat. That was fine by me. I had plenty to occupy my mind.

At one point I tried to listen in on the conversation. It was a montage of curse words. Every other word was fucking, or pussy, or prick, and those were peppered with phrases like
Goddamn straight and you fucking feeling me, or cocksucking asswipe can’t find his own dick with a navigation system
. The rest of the words seemed to be spoken in some kind of profane code. The two of them together were pretty bad. I had grown up around that and my ears were still burning. I tuned them out and went to my happy place.

Because my happy place involved recent memories of tongue and hands and deep hour long orgasmic pleasure, I heated up and turned that wonderful shade of pink all over again. My girlie parts started to tingle at the recall and I squirmed in my seat.

Diego caught the movement in his visor mirror.

“Babe.” He smiled at me. And then he winked.

I scowled at him and looked out the window.

He grinned at me and offered me a hit off the mystery flask which I gladly accepted.

While I sputtered and coughed and wiped the tears from my eyes as the horrible stuff hit my belly, the two hyenas in the front seat had a good time laughing at my expense. But when the coughing fit was over, Diego leaned into the back seat, pulled me close to him and touched his lips to my forehead.

“My baby is a light weight.” He muttered against my hair.

When he released me, I caught Justice’s eyes in the rearview appraising me.

“So she’s yours D?” Justice had turned to him.

I held my breath waiting for the answer. The last time Diego had been asked this I had screamed out a resounding “No!” This time I held my breath. Diego took a minute, maybe remembering that time too. Maybe he was giving me that out. I don’t know but it seemed like he took a while to answer. Justice took his eyes off the road and glanced at Diego.

“Yours D? Cause if that sweet thing ain’t owned, I….” Justice began.

“Don’t even fucking think about it brother. She’s mine. All mine. All the time.” Diego was looking at him.

“You lucky sonofabitch.” Justice grinned and passed Diego the booze.

“Got that right Brother.” Diego took a pull on the flask, found me in the visor mirror and his eyes went soft.

I colored. Of course I did.

He smiled a slow soft smile and held my eyes until I looked away.

My toes were curling in my boots, and girlie parts on red alert.

Oh Boy.