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Diamond
The focus of all his obsessive thoughts appeared in the archway leading to the hallway, like an apparition from his filthiest dreams, and Diamond knew why.
Constant sex for weeks hadn’t doused how badly he craved this woman or how he’d fold his spine in half to provide Joelle with everything she needed. Spending every spare hour with her wasn’t enough.
His body heated and pulsed blood straight down to his dick. Hardening him in seconds.
“ Christ ,” he muttered, scraping his nasty gaze over her floaty nightie, flirting around her knees. She looked like one of those women you’d see in an old film. There was nothing sexual about her nightwear. It was practical to keep her warm, but she was so fucking gorgeous he nearly came staring at her.
She’d told him she wanted an early night, and he’d tucked her into bed thirty minutes ago. Yet here she was, staring at him, with her hard nipples visible through the nightie.
He spread out his bare feet and grabbed hold of the back of his leather chair.
“Can’t sleep, baby?”
Say it. Tell me you climbed out of bed because you felt empty without my cock rammed ten inches deep.
She twitched on her bare feet.
How she could be nervous after all the fucking they’d done over the weeks, he didn’t understand the female mind, but he thought she was adorable when she was acting shy.
He knew ways to get her un-shy real quick. And each way was filthier and more depraved than the last.
She shook her head. Still eyeing him. His shy baby.
Diamond ignored the din of the TV. Who cared about the game when there was a goddess to admire?
The pregnancy had given her defined curves that called to his hands. When they weren’t in bed shaking pleasure out of her body, he loved palming her belly to feel connected to their baby.
They’d chosen to keep what they were having as a surprise for the birth. Diamond was happy either way. The longer her pregnancy progressed, the clingier Joelle became, and he not-so-secretly loved how she needed him in every aspect of her life.
He stroked his gaze over her chest. Pregnancy had changed her tits, too. They were fuller, more sensitive, and reacted to his mouth like he’d detonated her. He’d even made her come the other night just by sucking on her nipples.
“Do you want me to make you a hot chocolate? A nice back rub?”
She shook her head and came nearer on silent feet.
“What do you need then, Bluebell?”
She was so close now he could have grabbed her around the waist.
“Why do you always make me say it?” she whined, looking like a snack he wanted to gorge on. Her hair was loose around her shoulders. She’d gone for a color change this week and surprised him with deep violet hair. He’d been so surprised by how it aroused him, and he’d fucked her over the arm of the couch before they’d even said hello. Then he’d spent the rest of the night talking and rubbing her feet.
Diamond smirked and leaned forward, close enough to run a hand along the back of her leg and under her good girl nightie. She shivered and grasped his hair, scraping her nails on his scalp. She knew that got him going.
“Because I enjoy hearing you talking dirty. I enjoy knowing you want my dick.”
She snorted and scratched his scalp again while he reached the top of her thigh, digging his fingers in so she moaned. “I’m on it enough. Doesn’t that tell you anything?”
“Words, not actions, baby.”
“Isn’t it meant to be the other way around?”
The groping foreplay continued. As soon as she told him what she needed, it was on.
“Not tonight, it isn’t.”
“River?” she strained closer.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m horny. Will you lie back while I take what I need from you?”
If Diamond had to gauge how strong his desire was, it could have powered everyone in Laketon.
He might have wanted to go gentle on Joelle, but she’d sounded the claxon, and when he grabbed onto her waist, it was with rough hands.
First, he kissed her belly. “Bubba, you need to go to sleep. What I’m gonna do to your mom is indecent.”
Joelle laughed and clambered onto his lap. “You are too cute.”
He grasped the back of her neck with one hand, and with the other, he got hold of her hip and pulled her closer until she was rubbing against his erection with enticing circles.
Before she’d even straddled his lap and got comfortable, she was already fishing his ready cock out of his lounge pants. She burned his world down to dust when she was desperate for him. Diamond was busy hiking up her nightie, tossing it on the floor, and leaving his woman naked for his eyes.
When he grunted and captured her lips, hers were open and ready, and he swallowed her groan.
She howled with pleasure when she fed his cock into her sweet, wet pussy. The electric sensation nearly buckled him, but he elongated his torso so he could watch her take him in, watch her struggle to settle on all of his inches.
Fuck, he loved this part, and he thumbed her pussy lips, strumming over her clit to get her wetter.
“Go on, baby, you take it all like a good girl.”
“Oh, god. You make me feel so good, River.”
“It’s what I live for.” He rasped.
He returned to kissing her, feeling the deepness of her need down to his toes. When she sucked his tongue and nibbled on his lips, Diamond’s eyes blissfully rolled back into his skull.
Kisses were preludes, not the whole meal, but her kisses sent him reeling.
Diamond fingers coasted against her pussy as she rose and fell on his cock. Tentatively, at first, she was finding her rhythm while she tortured him with pleasure.
His two middle fingers were slippery and coated already. “ Fuck . You’re wet.”
As Diamond got his dick rode off by a sex siren, he watched her writhing and being the confident queen he knew her to be. He couldn’t get enough of Joelle.
And what she didn’t know yet, what he hadn’t voiced in actual words, he was keeping her. He would lock their relationship down as tight as possible, with no refunds or returns. She was his girl to the end.
It didn’t matter if he had to fight the legal weight of Judge Snow and his ilk. Even if he had to plow his truck through the entire social upper crust with their pinkies in the air, he was keeping Joelle Snow forever.
“ Ride it, Bluebell . Fuck your orgasm all over my cock. Soak me. I want it running down your thighs. Goddamn, I need to fuck you morning, noon, and night to keep this tight little pussy satisfied, don’t I? I need to fill you with so much of my come that you crave feeling it trickling out of you. How much do you love my cock, baby?”
“I love it.” She moaned.
“Say it.”
“I love your cock, River!”
She sobbed and whimpered, begging him as he guided her to the pinnacle, and when Joelle climaxed, it was his name she cried out, his name she moaned as she came down from the euphoria, and it was his name she whispered in amazement as Diamond released inside her.
“How does that keep getting better?” she asked, all snuggled up on his lap.
Diamond was being a dirty pervert, playing between her legs, pushing his come back into her where it belonged. Each time his fingers brushed against her sensitive clit, she jolted and moaned. He fucking lived for that noise.
“Because it’s us.”
She liked his answer because she sent him a devastating smile and then landed on his mouth.
Fuck yeah, he was going to own every gorgeous inch of Joelle Snow.
They were never meant to tangle their lives together.
It hadn’t been written in the stars.
But there was little denying how he felt about her, how she’d made his heart burst open.
He’d do anything to keep them together, even if it meant keeping her barefoot and beautifully pregnant for years.
He was wild for Joelle. And yet tamed.
If that meant love, he loved her more than he thought possible.
Destiny didn’t mean shit to a man like him.
But belonging to a woman from the good side of the tracks did.
Being her man was everything to Diamond.
A privilege.
Pure, undiluted happiness.
The whole fucking world.
* * *
“What the hell is this, Joelle?”
“Wow, did someone get out of the wrong side of the bed this morning, big bear?” She had the audacity to stick her fancy nose in the air and smirk while he glared at a table full of house listings. Houses that looked like they were English castles.
They’d been living together more than harmoniously for four months; she was six months pregnant, and the reappearance of her house hunting blindsided him.
“We both got out of bed at the same time, baby. I was wearing your juices all over my beard.”
She instantly flushed. “River! Do you have to be crude?”
Diamond smirked. Flustering her was his favorite thing to do.
“I can repeat it, but hold my pinkie finger in the air if you approve of those manners.”
She snorted, amused, and held out her hand. It wasn’t for a kiss. Diamond passed her his full coffee mug, and he watched her nose molest it, sniffing deeply.
She stopped drinking decaf coffee because she hated the taste and now only took a sip of his coffee every morning.
“Oh, yes, that’s the stuff.” She moaned, having one last whiff before giving it back to him.
“Now you’ve had your drugs. Mind explaining what I’m looking at?”
“What do you think of this one?” she waved a mansion in his face.
“Hate it.”
“It is on the big side, but my realtor included it, anyway.”
“You’re not moving.” He situated himself at the table.
She blinked. “Not this second. These are properties to view today.”
“No.”
“No? What do you mean, no?”
“Exactly what no means, Joelle. This isn’t happening. You live here with me.”
“Diamond, it was temporary, and that was months ago. I still need a place. The rebuild started at my parents’ estate, but all my things are in storage.”
Diamond felt the gust of air vacate his sternum.
She looked at him, so clueless, as if she believed everything she said.
Temporary? Hardly . He was keeping her. Didn’t she realize that?
And while he watched Joelle flip through the listings, he realized he needed a different stance with his woman. He pushed out his chair, and it scraped on the tiled floor.
“Joelle, come and sit on my lap.”
She looked up, still wearing her clueless expression.
“Are you trying to get fresh with me?”
He grunted and patted his lap. “Come here, woman.”
“Oh, alright.” She huffed but complied like his well-mannered girl, smiling as she came around the table to settle sideways on his lap. Her ass was pure perfection, and he gripped the top of her thigh where the sleep shorts rested on her leg. “I don’t have time for funny business, Diamond. My first appointment with the realtor is at nine.”
“I want you to do two things.”
She bounced both eyebrows high. “Are they sex things?”
“Woman,” he chuckled, “you’re a sex maniac.” Luckily, their libidos were a perfect match.
“I know.” She whimpered, putting her head on his shoulder. “It’s all your fault. I didn’t know you’d be a god in bed. You’ve ruined me for all men.”
He’d tackle that later because there would be no other men. Ruin wasn’t the only one capable of going on a killing spree; Diamond could, too.
“What are these two things?”
“First, give me a kiss and then to listen.”
It was scorching and speedy, and it lessened Diamond’s irritation. She tasted of sweetness, mint, and everything that made him addicted to Joelle.
“Right, listen up. You’re not moving out. We already live together. Here, or wherever, if you need a bigger house. But I’m not living in a mausoleum, Joelle. We’re only gonna be three people; that’s too much. And I don’t want staff around either. That’s our home. What if we walk around naked, or I wanna fuck you up against the fridge after baking your treats? Can’t do that if we have a chef chopping carrots. I’ll compromise on anything you want. Just pick a house with four or five bedrooms. And I pay.”
While he’d laid out his intentions, Joelle had stared at him, her eyes growing wider, then slitting to narrow lines. Now she was slack-jawed, and he kissed the tip of her nose.
“Don’t tell me I finally rendered you speechless.”
Since she was probably lost in thought, he planted kisses on her neck. He only looked at her when she pushed him away.
“You seriously decided for me?”
Unrepentant, Diamond responded, “Yes.” And then added. “You want to live with me, Bluebell. You know you do.”
She didn’t deny it. “You could have asked me, you know, the polite thing! You could have said it through a decision we made together.”
If she were itching for a fight, she wouldn’t get it now.
For the past couple of weeks, the pregnancy had been rough on her. He found pleasure in soothing her sore body parts during sleepless nights. And suddenly, certain foods and scents became unpleasant to her. He switched soap because it made her feel sick. And her distaste for red meat meant he only ate steaks at the clubhouse now.
“Sweetheart, will you live with me?”
“No.” she lamented.
Diamond grinned and pressed his lips to her cheek. “My colorful Bluebell, I don’t know if you’ve noticed yet, but you thrive in my hands and care when I make the decisions.”
If she got any cuter with her clueless expression, as she bit her bottom lip, Diamond would lose his composure and maul her.
“The day of the explosion, you came home with me without a fight. You settled in like we’d always lived together.”
“But that was extenuating circumstances.”
“It was because you were where you were meant to be. With me. You could have insisted I take you to a hotel, baby.” He reminded her, and she frowned again. He kissed the lines on her forehead. “Every day since then, I’ve taken shit off your hands, and you come alive like you do when you’re wearing all the rainbow. Colors heighten your mood, baby. But so do I.”
“Diamond.” She breathed, clasping both sides of his face, looking him square in the eyes until realization settled home. Then she repeated his name.
“I’m right here, baby.”
He shielded her from the press by managing her locations. He lessened her stress by ensuring her parents only saw her at their townhouse, never at Diamond’s, because her father wasn’t pleased about a Diablo biker being the baby’s father. Diamond wanted her to have a safe space to relax. And he was the man looking into finding the creepy texter. He took her to her appointments and was there for the spikes and dips in her hormones. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Joelle’s happiness.
“Tell me this. Do you wanna live in a huge, impersonal mansion that has none of your colorful flare?”
“No,” she answered. “But I wasn’t going to look at large properties even before I stayed here.”
“Before you moved in here.” He amended.
“Tomato, lettuce.” She rolled her pretty eyes at him.
“Then we downsize or upscale from this place, and you get to decorate it any color you want.”
“You’re trying to bribe me, aren’t you?” she half-smiled.
“Whatever works.”
“Do you want us to live together?”
“Baby, we are living together. You’re the only one who doesn’t realize it.”
“I like it here,” she sighed. “It feels...”
“Feels what?”
“Cozy. Like an actual home. I’ve never had that, Diamond.”
“So why are you bitching at me about this, Joelle? You thrive under my decision making.”
“The ego on you.” She laughed and nuzzled her face into his neck. “Okay, I’ll stop house hunting for now. Until the baby is born.”
“Then we find somewhere together.”
“This is fast, Diamond.”
“But it feels right, yeah?”
She took a second, but nodded against his neck. “It feels right. You won’t always get your way, you know?”
He smirked. Diamond looked forward to every challenge they faced together.
It took them two weeks to furnish the spare bedroom into a nursery.
Spending every spare moment at home with Joelle felt like a slice of paradise neither of them knew they needed.
Keeping his woman happy was a vocation he had exceeded in.
Like a daddy biker, Diamond christened the baby’s room by sitting Joelle in the new rocking chair, getting on his knees, and making her come with his mouth.
If sexual coercion was a thing, he was going to become an expert because his woman was magnificent under his hands.
* * *
It wasn’t every day Diamond arrived home from the club to hear Joelle on the phone, refusing a date with another man.
She was a terrible cook. Like she could burn water without trying. Diamond walked into the kitchen to smell the burning. Sure enough, the white chicken chili inside one of his expensive pots looked charred. He switched off the stove and pushed the pot to the back.
It was then he heard. “No, sorry, Trent, I can’t.”
Trent? The pompous tie-wearing dickfuck was calling her, and she was talking to him like old pals?
Not the fuck on his watch.
Without ditching his cut or kicking off his boots, Diamond came up behind her and stroked a hand on her rounded belly. She had one month before the baby arrived, and his kid was kicking up a storm today. He’d talk to the bubba soon, as he did every night after rubbing Joelle’s sore feet, but first.
His lips touched her face, and she turned her dazzling smile on him.
She looked like a bag of skittles. Red leggings, yellow socks, and a green and blue tank t-shirt. Her purple hair was tied high in a ponytail, giving him access to her nape. That’s where he landed his lips next.
He’d had plans to eat her up when he walked through the door. It had been all he’d thought about since she’d texted him that dinner was cooking. He’d known he’d have to order takeout first to replace her culinary effort.
“Tell the pussy you’re carrying my baby and to fuck off.”
She gave him an elbow to the stomach. Diamond caught the arm and pinned it to her side.
“I’m not available for a date, Trent. No, not next week, either.”
“Tell him now, Joelle.” He warned low and pressed himself to her back. His woman, sassy as ever, dared to turn around and motion for him to quiet before giving him her back again.
That was not happening unless she wanted him to snap that guy’s neck in ten places.
Diamond skimmed a hand around her stomach and went down until he was inside her leggings. He felt her jolt, and she fired him a what are you doing stare over her shoulder while she appeased the intellectually challenged idiot on the phone.
“My father had no right telling you to call me, Trent. We’ve been over for a long time. I won’t have this conversation again. No, Trent, there are no second chances for us.”
He’d heard enough, and he fed two fingers into her panties and found wet heat along her tight slit.
His proper girl wouldn’t react even if the house burned around them.
She had better manners than that. Better manners than a biker fingering his girl.
But Diamond wasn’t above playing dirty to make her realize who she belonged to.
He wasn’t touching to tease her, he had a point to make.
He started with a fast strum and didn’t let up. Not even when her ass shuddered against his crotch, with his mouth on the shell of her ear, he groaned. “Tell that dead man walking who your forever man is. How deep and for how long I satisfy this insane body, Joelle. Tell him my fingers are gonna fuck your tight cunt until you gush down my hand and drip onto the floor.” He went from her clit down to her soaked hole, and Diamond angled two long fingers into his woman. No pussy had ever welcomed him like hers did, and he grunted against her warm skin. “Get him off the phone, Joelle, before I break all of his fucking bones.”
“Oh, my days.” She wheezed and latched her free hand onto his wrist, but she wasn’t pulling him free. She was actively driving her pussy into his fingers, arching her ass until he was humping her from that end, too. “No, Trent. I don’t want to date you. Why? Because I’m having a baby, that’s why! I’m involved with someone, and he’ll likely cut you up if you dare call me again. Yes, you heard me. Now, excuse me, I’m about to have sex on the kitchen floor.” She pressed to end the call and then moaned so languidly he felt it in his bones.
“I hope he fucking heard that,” Diamond said, finger-fucking Joelle against the counter. He pinned her in place, forcing her to take his ownership.
His woman.
The roar to mark her all over was real. He’d force her fingers around his cock next to work him over until he splattered his pleasure all over her pale skin. Mine .
“You’re so dirty. Oh... my... god, Diamond, I’m going to come.” She moaned and came into his hand with a great shudder. “You are a bad boy.” She scolded some minutes later, turning into his chest. Her arms latched onto his waist while Diamond licked his fingers clean.
“What the fuck was that jackass calling you for?”
“I honestly don’t even know. Something about seeing my father at the country club, and he called me. It was quite pathetic, but I think he finally gets the message I’m a taken girl.”
“Damn right you’re taken. If he calls again, Joelle, I’m breaking his neck.”
“You can’t break everyone’s neck.” She said, cuddling deeper into him. She became a cuddler after sex, and he fucking loved it. They were wrapped around each other in the kitchen. He still sported an erection hard enough to hammer nails, but he was in no rush to fix that. Not when Joelle needed her after-sex cuddles.
“Watch me.”
“I will watch you,” she spoke, nuzzling his t-shirt. “Then we’ll probably have sex afterward because everything you do turns me on. Even breaking necks.”
Diamond burst out laughing.
She was too much. His sassy rainbow girl.
They were intricately intertwined.
But their lives were still kept separate. Only Chains, Axel, and Scarlett knew he was well and truly hooked up with a woman.
The threat of the Irish had dwindled. The insane woman’s revenge streak, thankfully, hadn’t come near Joelle. Though that threat was downgraded, and she’d been able to go off to her lavish events if she’d wanted to, they’d been joined at the hip most days.
He was selfish enough to need her in his world more prominently.
Right now, they were living between her lifestyle and his.
When she smiled dreamily, he saw something he’d been aching for in the eyes of his forever woman.
She loved him.
It was written all over her unguarded features, and Diamond felt every heavy thud of his heart.
She loved him.
That gave him the rights to own her.
His possessiveness bellowed like a physical sound inside his chest.
But if her shithead father thought he could play matchmaker and try to edge Diamond out, it was over his dead body.
“Bluebell, you burned the dinner again.”
“It wasn’t entirely my fault this time. Trent called and distracted me.”
Diamond growled. “Don’t answer him next time.”
She sighed and squeezed him tighter, nuzzling his chest. “Are you mad about the dinner? I tried.”
His jealousy turned to amusement, and he patted her ass. “Get off your feet, woman. I’ll order dinner, and then I’ll rub them.”
He knew that would get a reaction out of her. Joelle was a fiend for a foot rub. If not for being swollen and pregnant, he’d assume it was her fetish.
His intentions were entirely deviant, though.
Once he got his hands on her, they’d fuck. And there was nothing better than being connected to her while she called out his name.
“You are a saint! You’re a king! A god!”
“Am I your saint? Your king? Your god?”
Her face filled with color, and she nodded shyly. “Yes. Order a mushroom pizza, please. I’ll get my toes comfortable.”
Damn, she was cute. His eyes ate her up as she sashayed into the living room.
“River! I can’t hear you talking to the pizza place.” She called out.
“Woman, you have no patience.” He smiled, grabbing the menus.
He wanted her to be impatient for everything. Voicing her needs because she trusted him to deliver.
Ravenous.
Grabby.
Demanding.
And all his.