The Last Riders - First Four Votes (52 page)

“Better?”

“Yes, I think I’m over the worst of it.”

Knox nodded his head before reaching down to grab his boots. Diamond watched as he put on his shoes.

“Why did you come back last night?”

“I knew you would be too stubborn to call anyone for help. I wouldn’t want Sex Piston around me when I was sick, either.”

“What have you got against my sister?” Diamond asked, thinking about defending her sister.

Knox looked up from putting on his shoes. “Other than she’s as looney as that crowd she hangs with, not a damn thing.”

Diamond changed the topic from her sister, knowing she didn’t have a leg to stand on. They really were all crazy as hell. “Why did you get in the bed?”

Knox’s face split into a sardonic grin. “You were crying because of your stomach. A couple of women at the club get bad cramps during their periods. Massage helps; I thought it would work on you. It did.” Knox shrugged.

Diamond squashed the jealous feeling of another woman receiving his caring attention. She hadn’t been the first woman he had rubbed away their pain, and she was damn sure she wouldn’t be the last one.

“Well, aren’t you just the master of knowledge where women are concerned?” Diamond said snidely.

Knox shrugged. “There’s not much I don’t know.”

Diamond stared at him angrily. “You don’t know shit about women, you know sluts.”

“Now that wasn’t nice.”

Diamond agreed, furious at herself for being so petty minded. “I’m sorry. Your personal life is no concern of mine. I just don’t like it when men assume all women are alike.”

“I would never compare you to The Last Rider women, Diamond. They are flesh and blood and can admit when their pussy is wet.”

Diamond stiffened, glaring at the arrogant ass who was now leaning back on his arms on her bed with his boot clad legs stretched out before him.

“I think it’s time you left, Knox. Thanks for your help.” Diamond dismissed him with an arrogant air of her own.

“I stayed the night, watching you puke your guts out and the only thanks I get is you shoving my ass out the door because you can’t admit you’re wet for me?” Knox leaned forward, anger filling his hard face.

“I’m not wet for you. I couldn’t get wet for you. You’re a man-whore; I saw that for myself. So, no, I’m not fucking wet.”

“You’re a bigger bitch than your sister, and I can prove you wrong,” Knox said grimly.

“There is no proof, you moron!” Diamond yelled.

“We’ll just see about that.”

One second Diamond was standing there yelling, the next she was flying through the air, landing with a bounce on her bed. Before she had stopped bouncing, her robe and nightgown were jerked up to her waist.

“What the hell?” Diamond sputtered, trying to clench her thighs together, but Knox’s hands pulled them apart as he stood by the bed before his fingers slid under her purple panties, finding the hot warmth of her pussy.

“Oh, yeah, you’re wet,” Knox answered smugly.

Diamond was stunned at the speed his fingers had found the evidence of her lie.

“You fucking bastard.” Her foot tried to strike out at his gloating face, yet Knox caught her ankle in a hard hand, jerking it up into the air. Diamond found herself flat on her back as she heard her panties ripped from her.

“Let’s see how much wetter you can get.”

“Get your hands off me.” Diamonds other foot struck out and was grasped by his other hand.

“My pleasure.” Knox raised her legs up separating them as his face buried itself in her pussy and his tongue grazed across her clit then slid into the wetness she had denied existed. A whimper of denial escaped her lips at the unbelievable pleasure of him going down on her. Diamond’s mind struggled for half a second before the pleasure of his tongue drove all plans of resistance away from her willing body.

Feeling her response against his tongue, he placed her legs over his shoulders as his mouth began to torture her into a need that had her shaking. With his hand holding her hips, he lifted her higher against him as his tongue with the barbell played with her clit, rubbing it insidiously, bringing her close to coming. He stopped, sliding his tongue inside her tight pussy to use the barbell to rub the sensitive flesh. Diamond writhed against his experienced tongue as he had her hips thrusting against him. Knox pulled his face away.

“You’re so tight your squeezing my tongue.” One of his hands went to her pussy, his fingers rubbing in her wetness before sliding one finger deeply into her warmth. Diamond moaned, helpless underneath him. “How long has it been since you’ve been fucked? As fucking tight and wound up as you are, I bet it’s been a while.”

“Go to hell!”

“Be careful, Diamond, or I won’t give you my tongue back.” Diamond opened her mouth to blast him before closing it with a snap.

“Smart woman.” Knox removed his finger, bringing his mouth back to her pussy as he gave her what she needed.

The damn tongue ring was putting pressure against her clit, and with a hard push of the metal ball against the bundle of nerves, Diamond stiffened into an orgasm that had her hands smothering the scream she couldn’t prevent.

Knox lowered her legs until they hung off the side of the bed. Diamond looked up to see Knox standing smugly over her satisfied body.

“You know where to find me if you want more.” She then watched as he left her bedroom.

Rolling to her side when she heard the front door open and close, her hand that she had used to smother the sound of her climax curled into a ball as she bit her hand in a storm of regret.

He had just shoved her insults down her throat. She had never felt fear that he wouldn’t stop, although she had been unable to make herself utter the words. The bastard had proved, without a doubt, that she had wanted him.

Diamond learned a hard lesson about challenging Knox. The next time she had a point to prove, she wouldn’t do it in a bedroom.

K
nox sat
on his bike in the parking lot, trying to get his cock back under control. He was tempted to go back up the steps to her apartment and finish what he’d started. The only thing stopping him was the certainty that she would fight her desire tooth and nail.

Knox started his bike, going for a ride to clear his thoughts before heading back to the clubhouse. It didn’t take a brilliant mind to know that Diamond was fighting her attraction to him. Knox was aware that the buttoned up lawyer was convinced she knew what kind of man he was. Besides that, both times she had come to the clubhouse hadn’t helped in her low opinion of him.

Knox gunned his motor, taking the bike wide fucking open as he flew down the back county roads. His mind went back to the first time he had seen the luscious redhead at the clubhouse, interviewing Winter on her case against the school board. He’d had Natasha and Jewell at the bar, coming down from the upstairs. He was sure the activities they had participated in had been obvious.

Yesterday morning hadn’t been any better. She had looked through the doorway to spy him with only a sheet around his hips and two women along with Rider in his bed. It had been disgusting to her and she had made no effort to hide it.

Knox smiled to himself. Two members of The Last Riders had just left his room. She would have really gotten an eyeful if they had all arrived just ten minutes earlier. He had nights like that often and didn’t intend to apologize for his lifestyle.

“Fuck her,” Knox said, the wind throwing his words back at him.

He could tell just from a distance that Diamond had issues going on with her family, and from the look of her biker father, he was going to get tarnished with whatever bullshit she had going on with him.

Slowing down, Knox turned around before he could reach the county line, bringing his bike back up to a speed he was comfortable with on the winding road. His thoughts went back to the woman lying on her bed with her spread legs and warm pussy. The desire burning his body had him actually considering making a play for the bitchy woman. Knox knew the woman would need careful handling to get her in his bed, although he wondered if it would be worth the effort.

“Dammit.” Going through town, he slowed his speed and headed towards the clubhouse.

He needed a shower and to get caught up on some work, both would take his mind off the redhead that didn’t know she had aroused a part of him he’d long since thought had disappeared. If he did decide to pursue the woman, he had to keep it in mind that she was only a fuck. He wasn’t about to distract her from proving his innocence nor was he going to become too involved with a woman who obviously thought he was beneath her.

Knox bet the woman was angry; her body wanted him while she despised everything else about him.

I
t took
Diamond two days to feel better. Thankfully, her secretary called to say that her case in court was delayed; Judge Creech having the same virus that she and everyone in town seemed to be suffering from.
I hope I gave it to Knox
, she thought vindictively. She hadn’t seen him since he had left her apartment. Diamond, contrarily, didn’t want to think of the number of women available at the clubhouse to tend to the sick man or to provide for his other needs if he wasn’t.

With time on her hands, she decided to clean her apartment and wash clothes. She was folding the last few items when her doorbell rang.

She almost didn’t open her door when she looked through the peephole and saw who was outside. Only the drama that would unfold in front of her neighbors had her unlocking her door.

“What do you want, Sex Piston?” Her sister and crew looked pityingly at her jeans and old t-shirt.

“Girl, you look like shit,” her sister responded to her unwelcome response at seeing her.

“Thanks,” Diamond responded casually, eyeing her sister’s black booty shorts and thigh high boots, wondering how she wore the clothing with the cold weather outside. She had completed her outfit with a dark red t-shirt and leather fringe jacket. Her red hair should have clashed with her red top, but instead it made her look sexy and sassy, both of which Diamond was not.

Sex Piston brushed by her sister with her crew of bitches following her lead.

“Beth said you weren’t feeling well, so I thought I’d swing by and check on you.” Diamond looked outside to see her sister’s green car that they drove themselves in when they weren’t on the back of someone’s bike.

“I’m fine,” Diamond said, standing by the door while hoping Sex Piston would get her message.

“Damn girl, this apartment is white,” Crazy Bitch remarked, sinking down on Diamond’s sofa.

Diamond sighed. Closing the door, she came back into the living room and sat down to finish folding her clothes, knowing that the women would soon grow bored with her ignoring them and leave.

Sex Piston leaned forward, digging through her freshly washed, clothes and pulled out a bright pink pair of thong underwear and matching pink bra. “Can I borrow these?”

“No,” snapped Diamond, taking them from her and placing them back in the laundry basket.

“Get out of the kitchen, Louise.” Diamond refused to call her fat; the woman didn’t weigh a hundred freaking pounds. The only thing big about her was her ass, which she was determined to put on display in the tightest pants imaginable.

“Why don’t you have anything to fucking snack on?” Louise said, coming out of the kitchen.

“I’m on a diet.”

“What for?” Sex Piston asked. “It’s not like you care what anyone thinks.”

“I don’t.” Diamond wasn’t really, however she was well aware that she was much larger than her voluptuous sister, who was small with curves in all the right places, not the flabby ass and tummy Diamond had to deal with constantly.

“Ma wants you to come to dinner on Friday.”

“I’m busy.”

“Then get un-busy and get your ass there. She’s cooking.” Damn, her mom never cooked, and it showed with how terrible she was at it, but she always did it when she had bad news to impart. The last time she had cooked, she had told them her annual mammogram had shown a spot. Thankfully after a biopsy, it had proven to be nothing to worry about, yet Diamond’s body tautened, knowing she wouldn’t be able to miss the dinner.

“I’ll be there.”

Sex Piston nodded. “Heard you got a new case defending that fucker Knox. He kill the bitch?”

“No,” Diamond replied irritably at the same time she took her red thong away from Crazy Bitch. Jerking her laundry basket away from the women, she carried it into her bedroom.

She knew it had been a mistake leaving the women alone when she returned to find them in her kitchen fixing themselves lunch. Giving in, she helped them to save her clean kitchen from being destroyed. Fixing sandwiches, they sat at her table, drinking the last of her wine she kept in the fridge.

“So why you so sure he didn’t kill that bitch?” Sex Piston asked.

“Because I am.” She refused to discuss Knox’s case with her sister, instead she took her dirty plate to the sink.

Sex Piston narrowed her eyes at her sister. “Don’t get attached to that fuckwad, Diamond. Beth told me what went on in that clubhouse before she married Razer. Now she doesn’t tell me shit except that those parties and sex swapping are still going strong.”

“I don’t know or care what goes on in that clubhouse,” Diamond answered, clearing the dishes from the table.

“Good. Because, if you can’t handle what goes down with the Destructors, you sure as shit can’t handle The Last Riders. And from what Beth said, Knox is the worst one. Says he goes at the women for hours.”

“No shit?” Crazy Bitch asked, setting down her glass of wine.

“No shit,” Sex Piston answered.

“Damn, the Destructors need to get some of that shit going on. Too bad that they don’t look like The Last Riders,” Crazy Bitch said wishfully.

“You’re telling me; Ace and the rest of them all need to lose that spare their carrying around their middle.”

“What’s it matter? You’ve never let it bug you before?” Diamond said, picking up her empty wine glass. If Diamond hadn’t been looking at her sister, she would have missed the hurt look before her sister managed to cover it with her usual blasé attitude.

“They broke up for good this time,” Killyama answered for her friend, throwing Sex Piston one of her pissed off glares.

“They never break up for good. They’ll be back together by Friday. He’ll have his ass sitting at Mom’s table before I get there.”

“Not unless that bitch he knocked up lets him loose.”

“He got someone pregnant while he was seeing Sex Piston?”

“Nope, they were on one of their breaks. I guess it’s more permanent than they thought it was going to be,” Crazy Bitch said, looking at Sex Piston.

“I was done with his sorry ass anyway. He knocked up some eighteen-year-old. She can snuggle up to his hairy ass.” Her chair scrapped back from the table.

“Sex Piston—” Her sister cut her off.

“Let’s move,” she said to her bitches. Her crew all stood to their feet, following behind her to the door. “See you Friday.”

Diamond watched them leave, piling into their puke green car. Sex Piston’s face was still set in her I’ll-kick-your-ass visage she’d used since she was a little girl. Diamond had no doubt that Ace would rue the day he had cheated on Sex Piston.

D
iamond had just put
a pizza in the oven when her doorbell rang. Going to the door, she saw Rider and Knox.

When she opened the door, Rider handed her the keys to her car.

“All fixed.”

“Thanks. How much do I owe you?” Diamond asked, stepping away from the door to get her purse. When she turned back around both men were inside her apartment. Still embarrassed from the way that she had behaved the last time Knox was in her apartment, she kept her eyes on Rider.

“Viper took care of it. He said he’d take it out of your payment for representing Knox.” Diamond started to argue, but Rider held up his hand. “You got a problem with it, take it up with Viper. Don’t shoot the messenger.” Reluctantly, Diamond put down her purse.

“I won’t. I’ll settle up with him the next time I see him.”

“Cool. That pizza I smell?” Rider asked, lifting his nose in the air.

“Yes,” Diamond admitted reluctantly.

Neither man made a move to leave. Having dealt once today with her sister and her hungry crew, Diamond knew where this was headed.

“We didn’t get lunch today, trying to get your car fixed and brought back to you. We figured you’d be recovered enough to get back to work tomorrow,” Knox said. Diamond caved in at the reminders of his helping her when she was sick then fixing her car.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?”

“Yes,” they both answered at once.

“Have a seat.”

They sat at the kitchen table as Diamond took the pizza out of the oven.

“Got any beer?” Rider asked with hope in his voice.

“No, and I don’t have any wine. Sex Piston and her friends finished it off earlier today.”

“Thank God we missed them.” Rider shuddered.

“That’s her sister, dumbass.”

“Sorry,” Rider apologized as he pulled a slice of pizza free from the tray.

“It’s okay. My sister and her friends are an acquired taste.” Sitting down at the table, she put a pitcher of sweetened tea and glasses on the table before taking a slice of pizza onto her own plate.

As they ate, wiping out the pizza, Diamond barely managed to grab the last slice away from Rider, who gave her sad puppy dog eyes. When she was about to take a bite, his eyes dropped to her mouth as she opened it. Diamond closed her mouth and handed him the pizza.

“That wasn’t fair,” she chastised him. Rider took a large bite of the cheesy pizza, shrugging his shoulders.

“I don’t remember the last time I had homemade pizza. Usually we get frozen from the freezer. I was willing to fight dirty,” Rider explained.

Diamond found herself laughing at the friendly man. Her eyes went to Knox, surprised he had let his friend have the last slice. Her eyes met the heat in his, bringing the desire back into her body that had been missing since he left the other day.

Diamond broke eye contact and then stood to her feet and gathered the dirty dishes. As she turned around to get the glasses, she almost bumped into Knox as he carried the glasses to the sink.

“Let me do the dishes since we invited ourselves to dinner.”

“No, that’s okay.”

Knox ignored her and began doing the dishes as she stood helplessly watching, not wanting to make an ass of herself by throwing out the two men who had temporally taken over her apartment.

Rider went into the living room and turned on her television set, making himself comfortable as he started flipping through her channels.

“Thanks for the pizza,” Knox said.

“You’re welcome.” Diamond moved away to wipe the table down.

“Sex Piston stop by often?”

“Not really. We’re not very close.” Diamond shrugged, folding the dishcloth.

“She have any particular reason for stopping by today?” Knox asked. Diamond watched as he did a decent job at doing the dishes. For some reason she had assumed he would be clumsy because of his size, but his hands were expertly washing and rinsing them.

“We’re having a family dinner on Friday.”

Finishing the dishes, he turned to look at her. “From your expression, you’re not looking forward to it.”

“Not really. I’m not very close to my family.”

“Why?”

“No reason really; we’re just different. We don’t have much in common.” Diamond turned away, determined to change the subject from her family. It merely reminded her that she was stupid even to be talking to Knox. It was not only unprofessional, but it would lead to a road she had no intention of taking.

Pasting her usual plastic expression onto her face, she decided to bring the impromptu evening to an end. Going into the living room, she stood by the couch. “Thanks again for bringing my car—”

“Do you mind if I finish this program? If I leave now, I’ll miss the end.” Rider glanced up from his show, hitting her with another puppy dog look. Diamond tried to stand strong, however Knox took a seat on the couch and then stretched out his long legs in front of him.