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Diamond

“How’s your hostage?”

The question came from Chains, and Diamond threw the VP a don’t go there glance as he took a long sip of coffee. Axel snickered and earned the same stare from Diamond.

“Forcing women to be with me ain’t my deal, boys. That’s your trope, isn’t it?” he smirked.

“Hey, it worked. Monroe loves me.”

“Monroe tolerates you.” Axel chimed in, coffee in hand.

Diamond agreed, smirking. “The second you’re not around, she’ll take off and find a decent guy who doesn’t force her into wedded misery. Poor little wife.”

“Never gonna happen.” A confident Chains flashed a grin. “I keep my old lady satisfied.”

“Can’t believe you’re tangled up with a WASP,” Axel remarked.

It still came as a surprise to Diamond, too.

After his last relationship ended, when the bitch did the dirty on him with almost every man in Utah, he wasn’t spending his days imagining what kind of woman he might end up with because it hadn’t been on his horizon. He’d deemed himself a lifelong bachelor. But even if the thought of a relationship had been on Diamond’s mind, a WASP wouldn’t have made the cut. A socialite with airs and graces regularly featured on Page Six gossip news outlets wouldn’t have interested Diamond.

But then Joelle appeared in his peripheral.

And then she was all he saw until he was an all in, obsessed man, determined to keep her no matter what obstacles stood in his way.

Her blue hair and colorful attire didn’t differentiate her from the other pearl-clutching socialites. Her graces still came through clearly in the way she spoke and moved. But she was so much more than her social position.

He was a gritty biker who had no interest in owning a dinner jacket, only acknowledged a single fork and glass, and consistently put his elbows on the table.

But with Joelle, that divide in their class differences didn’t seem to matter.

She didn’t care he was a coarse biker; she wasn’t money motivated, and they didn’t want to change each other, just share the same space.

And he was obsessed with that woman.

Every inch of him was infatuated with every inch of her.

Knowing she was carrying his baby only amplified that obsession to the point he was fidgeting about being away from her today.

But he’d left her in bed well-sated, well fucked and smiling.

A week of non-stop romps had put Diamond’s sexual prowess to the test, but if there was any woman who could make a man of his age excel at sorting out her needs, it was Joelle.

She was a sweet little savage, and he’d been more than willing to sign his name in blood to have her. She’d wrung him dry and still demanded more from his body.

He didn’t know what living was until he tasted her.

He realized he’d been living in a half-asleep state until she consumed his thoughts.

“Earth to Diamond.” Nudged Chains.

He blinked out of his filthy thoughts of what he’d do to Joelle. “What did you say?”

“Yep, he’s gone waspish, Axel. We might have to put our guy out to pasture.”

“Nah, can’t do that now. His father-in-law is a Judge.” Axel added.

“Oh, fuck off.” He laughed and rose to his feet, finishing the slurp of coffee in the mug. “I’m taking off. You knuckle-draggers can laugh to yourselves as much as you want, but you were in my place not so long ago. Now look at you,” he smirked, “waiting on your women so you can take them shopping. Pussy whipped. Just don’t carry their little purses and lose all masculine credibility.” He laughed and avoided the swipe Chains aimed his way. “You gotta get up early to catch me, VP.” He saluted his brothers with double middle fingers and took off to play the heavy alongside Bash.

But he was eager to get back home.

To the soft, willing, and so fucking beautiful woman in his bed.

Diamond had to adjust his cock along his thigh after climbing onto his bike. Before he started the engine, he pulled out his phone.

DIAMOND : I’ll be home in a few hours. I expect you naked, Bluebell. If you want to be on the table so I can eat, that’ll be appreciated.

He was such a whipped bastard. But he was smiling as his phone instantly vibrated with a message.

JOELLE : Not if you want me sprawled on the floor surrounded by broken furniture.

She had such a warped opinion of her body. Being a curvy girl didn’t dampen her confidence, his girl had it in abundance. He adored her self-assuredness in her sexiness. But she’d get all weird if he attempted to carry her. He loved putting her places, so that wasn’t going to stop. And she’d been reluctant to sit on his face when he’d told her to. That worked out well as soon as he got his tongue into her sex and lapped her into screaming, she’d suffocated him in the best way.

DIAMOND : For that, you get punished.

JOELLE : How?

DIAMOND : Five orgasms.

JOELLE : LOL. Oh, I’m scared stiff.

DIAMOND : I’m the stiff one. Just tell me you’re naked and covered in soap so I can get through work.

JOELLE : Hate to break it to you, big bear, but I’m still in your bed.

DIAMOND : Fuck, that’s even better.

JOELLE : The sheets smell like us.

DIAMOND : Fuuuuuuuck. You bad girl. I’m adding to your punishment.

JOELLE : I’m terrified. Hurry home.

DIAMOND : It’s a promise, Bluebell.

Diamond had a dumb smile on his face as he revved the bike and headed out to kick some ass.

* * *

Joelle

She was grinning at her phone, even after they stopped texting.

Joelle wasn’t sure if they were officially dating, but she knew it was the best thing ever.

She had no words for how incredible being with him was. Every day, she felt a sense of joy and lightness just from their conversations and his tight embraces. It meant something to her, how he was never the first to let go after a hug.

No one man should possess the power to render a woman’s body under his control, as Diamond did with hers.

He was a sex master.

His mouth was so desirable that she would sacrifice her soul to aliens for it.

If she looked up addicted in the dictionary, her picture would be right there wearing an in-love smile.

The sex was terrific. Out of this world. Fantastic. Toe-curling, knees knocking, womb shaking good.

But Diamond, the man, was even better.

As upside down as her life felt, he’d made her laugh more this week than she’d ever laughed in a while.

No previous relationship had Joelle as invested as she was with Diamond.

That man demanded her attention, and he got it. Effortlessly. Entirely . He walked into a room, and her mind spun out of control. He smiled, and she lost the power of breath.

She couldn’t explain the depths of her feelings, but she knew they were stronger than anything she’d experienced, ever.

On paper, they made little sense.

But what did? Relationships were a melting pot of a lot of things.

She trusted her gut instinct and her feelings. And her feelings exploded around that man.

It was like her smiles and thudding heart beats hinged on his very existence.

It was ridiculous and wonderful.

She found out that he wasn’t a fan of her comfort shows and movies, but he still watched them with her without getting bored. Since he liked action and true story adaptations, they made a lot of compromises.

Both of them enjoyed the same dishes. Despite his limited sugar intake, which she found unimaginable because sugar meant love and happiness, he found baking relaxing. He was a true talent in the kitchen, and she would gladly pay to watch him work.

As she left the bed, she sighed dreamily while looking at the crumpled pillows.

Her phone pinged, and she got excited, wondering what dirty things he was saying. But her smile dropped.

UNKNOWN : I can find you anytime.

UNKNOWN : You shouldn’t hide from me, pretty.

UNKNOWN : I miss you, my pretty.

Ugh . Joelle almost forgot about her mystery texter, since she hadn’t received any messages in weeks. They kept switching numbers whenever she blocked them.

Joelle blocked the number and went about her day. Showering, cleaning sheets, and not burning down Diamond’s apartment. The apartment survived, and she continued her daily routine. While visiting her mother, who’d surprisingly bounced back from the devastation since she was in the throes of organizing a black-tie gala.

They were still kinda unhappy about her being pregnant, but she didn’t give a damn. Joelle was getting increasingly excited as the baby started making itself known in her belly with little flutters.

Kids were not something she had considered, but a biker’s potent sperm changed everything. She had a complete shift in perspective.

She was busy running errands and having lunch with Reeves, but she could only think about Diamond and going home to him.

Diamond felt like home to her.

She’d do everything to hold on to that man.

If she could get doubly pregnant to trap him in her love, she’d do it.

With a smile, she eagerly counted the seconds until she could embrace him again.

* * *

Diamond

“You need to tell him.”

It was the first thing Diamond heard when he let himself in.

He didn’t recognize the Mercedes Benz parked outside. He was going to flip his fucking lid if he found Judge Snow in his house. But all he heard were female voices, and he downgraded his wrath.

“I second what Sadie said. You need to tell Diamond today.”

“Tell me what?” He asked, and three pairs of eyes turned toward him. Joelle blushed as he looked at her with intense focus. Her two best friends were at her side.

“I didn’t hear you come home!” Joelle said.

“Tell Diamond what, baby?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“If you don’t tell him, I’ll tell him, and then I’m going home to tell my cop husband.”

“You’re married to a cop?” Diamond narrowed his eyes.

The woman smiled as if she could feel his repulsion. “I am. Don’t worry, daddy biker, he owns a motorbike, too.”

“Forget your romantic rides,” the other woman said, pointing to Joelle. “Tell him.”

Giving Joelle a suspicious look, he noticed her reluctance to reveal whatever it was. “Is it the baby?”

Joelle answered. “No, bubba is fine, kicking me, but fine.”

“Well?”

“Oh, fine. I’ve been getting peculiar texts from a number I’m unfamiliar with. I’m sure it’s some kid pranking me for giggles.”

“No, we’re not sure of that,” Sadie said. “A kid who sends prank texts doesn’t know things about you. Show him.”

“Isn’t it time for you both to leave?”

“Nope.” One answered. “You said we’d get homemade treats from a badass biker daddy.”

With Joelle’s blue hair, her blush was more prominent, and he smirked across the room at her.

“I did not! They’re lying, Diamond.”

“You’re lying! You’ve tantalized my tastebuds all afternoon.”

“Have you been talking a good game about me, Bluebell?”

She rolled her eyes but smiled. It felt like a connection. Domestic as fuck. Just perfect.

“Let me get cleaned up. I’m dusty from the road, and I’ll whip something up for you ladies.”

“Yesssss.” Her friends cheered.

“Come with me for a minute, baby.” He motioned with two fingers to Joelle. “And bring your phone.”

He grabbed her hand and led her to his bathroom, closing the door behind them. He held Joelle by the waist, plopped her on the sink counter, and spread her legs to stand between.

“I warned you, your back’s going to hurt.”

Diamond squinted. “Do you really wanna be pushed over this counter and spanked with your girls right out there?”

Her gorgeous eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Mention once more about me picking you up and doing myself harm and see how it works out for your sore ass, baby.”

She huffed but looked so fucking fuckable that he smashed his mouth on hers and took the kiss he’d wanted her to fling at him when he walked through the door. She mewled and sucked his tongue until he pulled away.

“Now show me these texts.”

He quickly washed the road dust from his hands and face. He expected a small number but was furious at the months that had built up. He scrolled slowly, reading each one.

“Some I deleted.”

He lifted his eyes from the phone to see her face etched with worry. “ Some ? Joelle, there are so many of them here. Why didn’t you let me know when I was watching over you?”

“It’s happened before, but they always fade away. I thought I could ignore it.”

“They say they see you. And miss you.”

Nothing much fazed Diamond.

He routinely faced violence, a consequence of his job as a hired brawler and protector. Injuries were commonplace, yet he remained unfazed.

Until now.

Fury surged inside him as he realized someone was digitally frightening his woman.

His fucking woman.

They weren’t official.

He hadn’t offered her his Property Of Diamond patch or a wedding ring; they hadn’t even talked about anything long-term, but she was his woman.

And he was her man.

Diamond went all in, envisioning forever in their future.

The idea of someone in a dark basement creating creepy messages to scare her made Diamond’s vision bleed into murderous red.

Unaware, he growled until he felt her soothing hand on his chest.

“Hey, it’s okay, Diamond.”

“Nothing about this shit is okay. I will kill them.”

She spluttered a laugh. “You can’t do that.”

“Watch me.”

Diamond was deadly serious. And he’d take great fucking joy in ending their life.

“I’ll sort it.”

“How? Besides the killing.”

“I’ll find out who the motherfucker is and stop them.”

“How?”

“I have ways and means.”

The MC came with a heavy network of connections, and he’d use them all if he had to.

“Now kiss me again, and you better use some tongue to calm me down. Then sit with your girls, or I’ll be taking you in here. You look goddamn edible, baby.”

The look she gave him burned Diamond down to the soul.

She wanted his fuck so badly.

The flush on her high cheekbones, her nibbled lower lip, and how her knees rubbed against his waist spoke volumes.

When she landed on his mouth, she did it hungrily and with determination to make him crazy.

“There, now we’re both turned on.” She told him sassily and hopped down from the counter. Smiling in the doorframe, she gave him a saucy little flutter of lashes, eyeing him up and down, pausing on his erection before she called out, “Don’t forget you said you’d bake us treats.”

Diamond let go of his inhale and rested both hands on the counter, willing his cock to go down.

He never bought into the theory that women were created to ruin men.

But that gorgeous creature out there was.

She was his downfall.

His rise from the ashes.

His undoing and ruining.

And he was going to enjoy every second.

After changing his clothes, he baked cookies for his lady and her friends.

It was hours until he could get his hands on her again.

And when he did, Diamond consumed her.

In the living room. The bedroom, the shower, and then in his bed during the night when she’d tried going to her room, and he’d carried her right back and pinned her underneath him.

“That does not happen again,” he warned, getting between her legs, notching his so-ready cock at her entrance. She was dripping and already trying to clutch him.

“I didn’t want to disturb you with my restless sleep.”

“Your place is here with me.” He growled. “Now I have to fuck you to sleep again.”

He made it seem like a chore instead of his dream.

“Yes, please.” She said demurely and arched up into him.

There was nothing more to say after that.

But once Diamond had fucked her to sleep, she stayed cuddled into him all night and didn’t go back to the spare room ever again.