One Night in the Outlaw's Bed (6 page)

“What is it, Maggie?” His voice was low, but she
still heard it over the roar of his bike.

Parting her lips, she didn’t know if she could actually
ask him what was on the tip of her tongue.

“You like the ride, baby?”

She felt her face heat from his words, because she
thought of riding something that wasn’t his bike. Before she lost her nerve,
and because this was the opportunity to actually have something she had wanted
for a long time, Maggie took the bull by the horns and just asked him.
“Diesel?”

“Yeah, baby?”

She glanced at his hands on the handlebars, saw the
way he kept clenching and unclenching them, and knew that although his face was
stony and emotionless, he was just as affected as she was. “Why don’t you show
me your place?”

This very low, very animalistic sound left him, and
she felt the vibrations leave his chest. He looked down at her lips, and she
found herself licking them. When he slowly brought his gaze back up to her
eyes, there was so much need reflected back at her that if she hadn’t been
holding on to him she knew she would have crumbled to the ground.

“Is that what you want, Maggie … to see my place?”

She couldn’t form any words, so instead she nodded.
He stared at her for another second before facing forward again, revving the
engine, and moving back onto the main road. He only drove for about five
minutes before turning onto a dirt one. He maneuvered his bike through the
twisting and turning narrow road until the sight of a very small cabin became
illuminated from his headlight. He pulled the bike to a stop in front of the
cabin and cut the engine. Even though the bike was off Maggie could still feel
the vibrations from it between her legs, or maybe it was the fact she was so
turned over the likelihood she was about to have sex with Diesel.

He dismounted from the bike and turned to help her
off. She took off the helmet and handed it to him. Diesel placed it on a
handlebar, and for a moment all they did was stare at each other. The sexual
tension between them was electric and could have started a forest fire for as
hot and wild as it was. At least that was how she felt, knew that she wasn’t
hiding her lust for him at all, and wondered how this man could be so in
control when she felt anything but. He didn’t say anything, just grabbed her
hand and led her to the front door. He opened it and led her inside and turned
on the light. Maggie stepped inside further and looked around. The place was
very small with an open floor plan. The only door she saw was the one at the
end of the short hallway, and she could see it was the bathroom from the side
of the sink peeking just inside of it. The living room was to the right. There
was one dark brown leather couch that sat in front of a stone and blackened
fireplace. To the left was an equally small kitchen with natural cabinetry and
a stone butcher’s block in the center. There was rustling to her right, and she
looked back to see Diesel removing his cut and placing it on the back of the
couch.

What in the
hell are you doing, Maggie?

His back was to her, but she could easily make out
the lines of muscles through the thin material. She had never thought backs an
attractive part on a man, but with Diesel’s broad shoulders, the way she could
see the strength in his body as if it were living thing, all the way down to
his narrow hips, she realized every part of this man was attractive in the most
wicked of ways. He turned, and the front view was even more delicious. She
could see the buckle of his belt peek just under the edge of his shirt, and his
jeans looked like they were especially made for him. They were worn, slightly
stained with what looked like grease, but lord, it was the most arousing sight.

“You keep looking at me like that and I won’t be
able to control myself.”

The thought of Diesel going wild on her had a fresh
gush of liquid heat leaving her. He growled low in his throat and stalked
forward with determined steps. Maggie should have stayed put, let him know that
she couldn’t be intimidated, but she found herself moving backward until the
cold wood of the wall behind her stopped any and all retreat.

Diesel stopped when he was a few inches from her,
and the way he looked at her had her toes curling. “You wanted to see my place.”
He kept looking at her but lifted his arm to the side as if emphasizing his
point that this was indeed his place.

“Yeah.”

He didn’t drop his arm to his side, but instead
placed it on the wall beside her head and leaned in. “But you didn’t want to
come here to look at my shit, did you?”

Oh, she wanted to look, just not at the furniture
kind of things. Maggie wanted to see what he was hiding behind the cotton and
denim. She wanted to run her hands along the hard expanse of his chest, see how
far that ink that covered his entire arm went when he had no clothes on, and she
wanted to hear that gruff voice saying all kinds of dirty things to her. But
before she could answer he started talking again.

“No, you didn’t want to come here to take inventory
on my décor.” He leaned in another inch until she could smell the clean sweat
on him, saw how blue his eyes really were, and could see the wicked looking
scratch on his neck up close and personal. “I think you wanted to come here
because you wanted me to fuck the hell out of you.”

A small sound escaped her, and she clenched her jaw
as to not do it again. He didn’t crack a smile, didn’t say a word. He just
continued to stare at her and wait for a reply. Maggie ran her tongue along her
bottom lip, and Diesel lowered his gaze so he was watching the act. He moved
even closer yet until she felt the stiff, huge outline of his erection pressed
snugly against her belly.

“Go on, tell me exactly why you wanted to come to my
place if not to have me shove my cock into that sweet little pussy of yours.”

The air left her in a whoosh, and she shook her
head. He was so damn intense and vulgar that it was almost too much, but she had
known he would be like this, and although it was intimidating as hell, she was
also more turned on than she had ever been. “Yes.” That one word came out a
hell of a lot stronger than she felt inside. The low rumble that left him went
straight to her clit, and she swore she felt the little bud swell even further.

“Say it again, but say it
all
.” His stare was penetrating as he looked directly in her eyes.

Maggie took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
“I have wanted you for a really long time.”

He made a deep noise in the back of his throat.

“I saw you tonight, and even though it has been
years since we have interacted, this need I have just
grew
to the point I couldn’t handle it.” She had to force the words past her lips
because her throat felt tight and dry. He lowered just his head until she felt
the hot puffs of his breath move along her neck. She closed her eyes because
keeping them open was just too hard with him so close. The heat of his body was
so hot that beads of perspiration started to dot the area between her breasts.

“Go on.”

Those two words had her nipples beading. “But I knew
I couldn’t ever be with a man like you.” This had him moving back marginally,
and she forced herself to open her eyes. He didn’t say anything, but she could
see in the look on his face that he wanted to her elaborate. She must not have
spoken fast enough because only seconds later he was speaking in that rough
timbre of his.

“A man like me?”
He lifted one of his blond eyebrows in question, and although she saw a hint of
humor in his face, she also saw his desire was far stronger. “And what kind of
man is that, baby?” He lowered his head again to her neck, and ran the tip of
his nose up the length of her throat. She heard the deep inhalation that came
from him, and the fact he smelled her shouldn’t have had her pussy and nipples
tingling the way they did. But there was almost something primal in the way he scented
her, like he wanted to memorize her.

“The kind of man that knows how
to use a woman well.”
That had him pulling back again,
but there was no amusement on his face this time.

“Use?
Baby, I don’t fucking use women. I fuck them good and hard until they can’t
walk straight the next day. I send them on their way with a grin on their face
and a sore fucking pussy. But I never use them.”

She swallowed roughly, glanced down at his lips, and
nodded. Hearing him talk about the other women he screwed wasn’t particularly
attractive, but then again this man was a rough biker that did whatever he
wanted, when he wanted.

“Now, what I think you need is something only
I
can give you. And what I need is
something only
you
can give me.” He
captured her lips in a deep, almost painful kiss, and when he pulled back she
swore her mouth was bruised. “All you have to do to make that happen is say the
words. And if you really just wanted to come to my house to look at how I
decorated, then you can tell me what colors I should paint the walls. But,
Maggie, you and I both know you coming up here was not because of the latter,
baby.” No, it wasn’t, and he knew that as well as she did.

“Diesel?”

He ran the tip of his nose up and done the side of
her throat once more and growled out.
“Yeah, Maggie.”

She clenched her thighs together, and knew that even
though this would be the one and only time she was with Diesel, it would be so
worth it. “I want you to fuck me.”

Chapter Five

Diesel had known the reason Maggie wanted to come to
his place, had smelled her sweet pussy every time a fresh gush of moisture left
her. But he still gave her the choice to back out if she wanted to. He wouldn’t
have had any hard feelings, and would have taken her right home without
complaining, but he sure as fuck would have had a case of the blue balls. He
took a step back and looked down at her. All he could hear repeating in his
head like a broken record was her saying she wanted him to fuck her. His cock
throbbed to be buried deep inside of her tight cunt, and all he could picture
were these carnal images that had the tip of his dick becoming moist and the
zipper of his jeans digging into his shaft. She looked scared of what he might
do to her, but it was a good kind of scared, the kind that had anticipation
moving between them like a powerful current. He didn’t stand there and think
about what he was going to do, that all of this was moving pretty quickly, or
that she was a hell of a lot younger than he was. Maggie wanted him, wanted him
to fuck her, and that was exactly what he was about to do.

Diesel knew they couldn’t have more than this one
night, because his life was far too dangerous to have an old lady. If Jagger
and Brick wanted to have a female, to protect her, watch over her, and make
sure no motherfucker messed with them, then more power to them. But Diesel was
happy with just random sex, and he knew that this hard need he had for Maggie
was the fact his bear wanted her as much as his human side did. There was
nothing more to it, and when he finally had her, claimed her harder than he had
ever claimed a female before, then this need within him would be purged and his
bear would be satisfied.

At least that was what he kept telling himself. The
truth was he had never this strong of a desire before, and certainly not one
that made him nearly get into fights with other Grizzly members, or have to
release the anger in an underground fight. But Diesel didn’t want to think too
deeply on it. He just wanted it fuck this female in front of him until they
were both sweaty, exhausted, and he passed out with her by his side.

He moved toward her, wrapped his hand around her
throat, and tightened it just marginally. He didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t
want to cut off her oxygen either, but he also wanted her to know who was in
charge tonight, and who would be taking control. “You wanted to come here, want
me to fuck you, and that is exactly what I’m going to do.” He tilted her head
to the side, moved his hand just enough that he could see a swatch of her
creamy neck, and leaned in to run his now elongated incisors over the spot. He
had always been in control when he had sex, and never let his bear take part in
this aspect of his life. But the bastard wanted to taste Maggie, wanted to feel
her beneath him, and Diesel knew that if he planned on getting this desire for
her out of his system he would need to let his animal take part in this
experience, too.

He moved his hand away from her neck and gripped her
upper arms. His nails were curving into claws, and he curled them gently into
her flesh. He didn’t break the skin, but the gasp that came from her told him
she knew the threat was there. He started to grind his dick into the softness
of her belly. He grunted and groaned against her neck, pressed his erection
harder into her, and knew that he wasn’t about to do any fucking foreplay. Sliding
his hands down to her ass and gripping the big, spongy mounds, he lifted her up
easily and turned to stride toward the butcher block. She wrapped her arms
around his neck and her legs around his waist. Holding her weight up with one
forearm under her ass, he used his other arm to push off the bullshit that was
on the block. It wasn’t very big, but it was big enough for what he was going
to do to her.