One Night in the Outlaw's Bed (16 page)

Maggie kept glancing at Diesel through the kitchen
window of his cabin. He was grilling steaks for them, and she was a nervous
wreck. It had only been a few days since she had found out she was pregnant, and
this was the first time they had spent any time together since then. Diesel had
been deep in club business—business that she was not privy to. But then, she
didn’t want to know any more about the Grizzly MC than what was on the surface.
Call her ignorant, but she was a strong believer in if it wasn’t broke don’t attempt
to fix it, and what was going on with them wasn’t broke … at least not yet. She
had yet to tell him about what would be gracing their lives in nine short
months. Although she had gotten used to the fact she was pregnant, somewhat, it
still wasn’t nearly enough time for her to grasp all the little details that
came along with being a mother. She worried a lot, and knew that would never
stop, not even after the baby came, but what she feared most
was
having
to do this alone. Sure she’d have her dad and Mora, but she
didn’t want her son or daughter having to grow up without a father, or an
absentee one at that.
 

She had gotten the nerve to tell her dad the day
after she found out, and that had been so damn hard. He hadn’t yelled, hadn’t
lectured her on how she had ruined her life and how Diesel wouldn’t stick
around. All he had done was stay silent, shake his head, and tell her she was
in for a very hard road. Did she believe him? Because he was her father there
was a part of her that did, but she also knew that things had a way of looking
up even when it was a very unsure time in someone’s life. Diesel brought the
steaks in and set them on the table. He looked up at her, and she watched as
his eyes roamed up and down her body. She swallowed when she saw his expression
turn to lust.

He walked around the table to where she was
standing, wrapped his arms around her middle, and buried his face in her neck.
“You have no idea how much I want you right now.” He dragged his teeth up the
side of her neck. “It has been a long time since I have felt you underneath
me.”

Maggie’s nerves evaporated as she melted into the
hardness of his body. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans.
He was barefoot, and she had glanced at his feet several times, never one for
that part of a man’s anatomy, but thinking that even his toes were sexy as sin.
Even though he was fresh from a shower she could still smell the faint aroma of
the leather that always seemed to cling to him, and the tangy scent of grease.
The combination had her wet and needy, and all of her nerves seemed to evaporate,
too. But she needed to talk to him, needed him to know everything.

“Diesel, it’s only been a few days.” She smiled, but
that amusement left her and she sighed when he ran his tongue along her throat.
A shiver of desire worked through her veins.

“
Baby, that
is a few days
too long to be with you. It was torture.
Pure fucking
torture.”

She couldn’t help it. She laughed at the pained note
in his voice.

 
“You wouldn’t
be laughing if you knew the pain I have endured.” He squeezed his hands on her
sides, and slowly moved them up until he was cupping her breasts through the
material of her dress. She was wearing a cotton bra, which her nipples felt
like they were stabbing through, and her matching panties felt soaked through
already. He kneaded her flesh, teased her neck, and had her putty in his hands
in seconds. “How about we go to the bed and we eat later?”

“The food will be cold by then, Diesel.” She
breathed out and let her head fall back against the wall.

He pressed his erection into her belly and ground
the hardness into her softness. A small gasp left her, and she felt him grin
against her skin.

“How about we bring dinner to bed and I can eat it
off of your body?” He growled those words out at the same time he moved his
hand to her dress strap and slowly slid it down. She was slowly losing her mind
the longer he touched her. It was going to come down to the fact she wouldn’t
be able to think let alone talk by the time he got her to that bed, and that
was most likely going to happen in the next several minutes.

“Diesel?”

He slipped off her other dress strap, pushed the top
of her bodice down, and cupped her breasts through her bra. He moved them back
toward the wall and ground his dick into her harder this time. “I want to be
inside of you so fucking badly, Maggie.” He pushed the cups of her bra down
until her breasts popped free and he was touching her nude flesh. “I want to
lick your pussy until you come all over my face, and then I’m going to kiss
you, make you taste yourself all over my mouth.”

She shivered and gripped onto his thick biceps.

“And then I’m going to slip my hand between your
legs, pull your sweet, wet pussy lips apart, and guide my dick into your body.”

“Oh God, Diesel.
You can’t say things like that.”
Because
I am about three seconds away from forgetting my name, let alone what I really
need to say.

“I want to hear you screaming those three words,
baby.” He went to lift the bottom of her dress up, but she needed to do this
now before she got lost in the haze of arousal.

“Diesel, I’m pregnant.”

He stilled instantly, and for a second only held her.
Slowly he pulled away and looked down at her with this inscrutable expression.

She swallowed, her lust instantly being buried as
her wariness and nervousness came forward. She nodded and repeated herself.
“I’m pregnant. I just found out a few days ago. It was when I went to the
clinic and got tested…” God, this conversation was getting uncomfortable, and
she wished it wasn’t. She knew it would be a hard thing to bring up, maybe even
a very hard thing for Diesel to accept, but she didn’t expect for him to just
stand there and stare at her. She couldn’t even gauge his reaction because he had
this stoic mask covering his face. He didn’t move, didn’t drop his hands away
from her, and she supposed that was either a good thing or this big, bad biker
was in shock.
“Diesel?”
She licked her lips and
swallowed through the lump that was lodged in her throat.

“You’re pregnant.” He didn’t phrase it like a
question, but she nodded anyway. “And you found this out a few days ago.”
Again, not a question.

“It’s your baby.” Maggie didn’t know why she said
that, but she supposed there was a part of her that worried maybe he would deny
that it was his since she had clearly gotten pregnant on what she thought was a
one-night stand. And then because he wasn’t saying anything she felt her damn
tears start to form. But before even one could spill he had her in his arms and
was leading them toward the bed. It took only a matter of seconds for them to
reach it, and even less time for him to get her undressed. Maggie was so
stunned by what was happening that all she could do was stand there and let him
gently touch her like he thought she would break. There she stood, now
completely naked and in front of Diesel who was still fully clothed, and the
only thing she could hear was the sound of her beating heart. But he didn’t lay
her on the bed and cover her body with his like she thought he might. Instead
he surprised her to the point that she swore her heart stopped right in her
chest.

He dropped to his knees in front of her, placed both
of his hands on her belly, and leaned in. For several moments all she felt was
the warm puffs of his breath on her bare skin, and could only hear the sound of
him inhaling and exhaling. Although neither said anything, this was a powerful
moment, and no words were needed.

“My baby.”
He kissed her stomach only once at first, but then kissed her over and over
again, making sure to cover every inch of her flesh.

She felt her knees grow weak and had to sit on the
bed before she collapsed. So much emotion was going through her that she
couldn’t even control the tears that fell down her cheeks. Diesel looked up at
her.

“Maggie, why are you crying?” He leaned in and
kissed her cheeks, and then ran his tongue along the trails they had made in a
slow, very gentle caress.

She tasted the saltiness of those tears on his
tongue. “I don’t know. I just feel so—”

“Moved?” He kissed her a few more times.

She nodded.

“Yeah, me, too, but also so much
more.”
He trailed kisses along her jaw and
down her neck. “I want to hold you, Maggie, just hold you, baby.”

She nodded, because that was what she wanted, too,
so very much. He moved away only long enough to shed his clothes, and then he
was moving onto the bed beside her. His naked body was a hard machine that
could do some serious damage, but when he used it with her it only brought
pleasure. They lay back on the bed, and he kissed her long and slow, but also
moved his hand to her belly and rubbed it. “My baby is in there.” To say it was
a bit strange to hear and see this softer side of Diesel was an understatement.

She loved the badass biker she was falling for, but
she melted at this gentle side of him, too. “This isn’t the reaction I thought
I would get from you.”

He didn’t respond, but instead gripped her waist and
pulled her so she was forced to straddle him. With one leg on either side of
his waist, and his long, thick cock hard between them, pushing against her
pussy and making her even wetter and having her arousal climb once
more,
Maggie knew she wanted him right now.

“Be with me, Diesel.” He had his hands on her hips
and lifted her easily from him enough that she could take hold of his cock and
adjust
him so the tip was at her entrance.

“You’re mine, Maggie.”

She started to press down on him, felt her lips part
around his girth, and closed her eyes as pleasure and pain mixed as one. She
felt full, so very full, that it was hard getting all of him inside of her even
though she was soaking wet.

“You were mine before I found out you carried my
baby, but now there is no going back, Maggie.”

She pressed all the way down until their bodies met,
and he groaned at the same time she sighed in pleasure.

“I won’t let you go, won’t let anyone else have
you.”

She shook her head, not because she disagreed with
him, but because he chose that moment to thrust his hips up. It felt so good,
so unbelievable euphoric that she knew she would come within minutes.

“No male will have you but me, Maggie.” He thrust up
again, and she bounced slightly. “Say it. Tell me you are mine irrevocably.”

She rose up and then pushed down. “I’m yours.
God
, I am yours.” Over and over she did
this, and gradually went faster and faster. But before she could explode Diesel
rolled them over so she was on her back, her thighs open wide to accommodate
his large frame, and now he was the one fucking her.

“Yes, Maggie, you are mine.”

She came long and hard, and Diesel picked up speed,
thrusting in and out of her like a madman. He cursed something low and
unintelligible, and then he was coming long and hard, too. She felt the hard
jets of his cum fill her, heard the wet sounds of his groin slapping against
hers, and then he was collapsing on top of her as his climax ended. They lay
there panting, with him over her, their bodies still fused together, and their
hearts beating the same frantic tempo.

“I think I’ve fallen madly in love with you,
Maggie.” His words were muffled against her hair, but she had heard him as
clear as day. He leaned back and looked in her eyes, brushed her hair away from
her face, and smiled. “Yeah, I’ve fallen pretty fucking hard for you, baby.”

She stayed quiet for a few seconds, and then let her
smile cover her face as relief filled her. “I’m glad I’m not the only one.”

He burst out laughing, and she knitted her brows in
confusion.

“
Baby, that
is not what a
male wants to hear when he lays his heart out for his female.”

She couldn’t help but smile. “I’m falling in love with
you, too, Diesel.
Pretty damn hard actually.”

He chuckled again and leaned down to kiss her. “Well,
I hope you’re in for one hell of a ride, because I think that is what we are in
for.” He rolled off of her and pulled her close to him so their bodies were
still touching. “You’re my old lady, and there isn’t anyone, or anything that
is going to change that.”

The End

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