Diamond

CHRISTMAS - FIVE YEARS LATER

There were lots of traditions surrounding Christmas Eve.

Most of them included family.

For the entire month, Joelle had kept him busy attending fucking galas and friend parties. And then they hosted house parties. Raucous, unorganized, and fun. And not a fancy suit in sight.

He’d endured ten-course family meals at the Snow mansion. Judge Snow wasn’t his favorite person; he tolerated the man for Joelle’s sake but respected him for being a hands-on grandpa. Both sides of the family spoiled Abraham.

But this, right here, was Diamond and Joelle’s Christmas Eve tradition.

It was still the early hours of the morning. He finished putting toys together and climbed into bed to wake his woman for festive love.

She panted, and he rolled his pelvis, embedding his cock in wet heaven.

All it had taken for them both to enjoy the season was being together. Now, his woman didn’t want to speed through December like she once had, and he didn’t mind doing anything that made her happy.

Nipping at the side of her neck, Diamond spoke low.

“You might not want to get my name inked on your creamy skin, but I’ve branded you here, haven’t I, Bluebell? Your pussy knows the shape of my cock. Greedy thing, constantly sucking me in, trying to keep me there.” Diamond shoved his hips forward, hitting that soft place to make her eyes roll back into her head. Yeah, he grinned as he relentlessly moved inside the most perfect pussy he’d ever been in. He’d marked his woman so fucking deep inside she’d never be able to get rid of him.

His refined biker old lady was the stuff dreams were made of.

At no point in history did men like him get the best offerings in life, but somehow, Diamond lucked out and has been happy ever since.

“Shut up and keep fucking me,” she whined, leaving her marks along his forearms while he rammed her from behind. “I need you to fuck me harder than 2020 did.”

In no hurry, as if he had all the time in the world, instead of being on a time crunch because family from both sides were descending on them in just a few hours, Diamond rolled Joelle over, notching in place as she spread her legs for him. His wife was so generous, and he smiled into her mouth, tasting her sleepy kisses.

He kissed her until she was feverishly undulating beneath him as he delivered hard stroke after hard stroke.

After five years of marriage, they were as wild for each other today as the first time. Any chance Diamond got to shove his wife into a closet and have his filthy way with her, he took it.

He loved scandalizing her pristine values.

Feeling the boil of lust turn his skin molten hot, he stroked her tongue, swallowing her cries of bliss, and it took next to no time for them to come together.

“We need to do this earlier next Christmas Eve, or we’ll be like zombies serving the turkey.” She stated dreamily, running her fingertips down his sides.

“Maybe we’ll go away next year, just you, me, and Abe. My wife’s greedy, demanding pussy is my priority. Let the family make their own fucking turkey and cranberry sauce.”

She giggled, and he took that as an incentive to look into a villa in Snowmass, Colorado.

“That sounds wonderful. But you know you love showing off your baking delights.”

“What I love is accosting my wife in the kitchen to grope her perfect ass and feed her little sugary treats.”

Joelle purred. If she kept stroking him the way she was, he’d be ready for round two and screw getting any sleep to cope with the Christmas chaos later.

“You do it so well, River. Were you able to put Abe’s robot together?”

“I had to call Tomb,” she chuckled at his confession. “The thing needed a PhD to read the instructions, Joelle.”

“I know, my clever man.” She appeased and kissed his chin. She was growing sleepier, so he pulled out of her body, did the fast cleanup of them both, and then curled around her back. “Did you check on Abe?”

“Always do, baby.” His son was sleeping like the dead, but sure as shit, the hellion would be wide awake and going at full speed around five a.m. He had the energy of ten kids and didn’t possess an off switch. It amazed them they had survived the past five years with so little sleep. Diamond was contemplating building him a backyard treehouse to live in.

“Merry Christmas, River.” She murmured before dropping into sleep.

Diamond threw his leg over Joelle in case his woman got the bright idea of leaving him. It hadn’t happened yet, but a man had to have his wits about him with a goddess on his hands. He couldn’t have her escaping now, not when he was so fucking obsessed with her.

“Love you, Bluebell. Merry Christmas.”

* * *

CHRISTMAS – SIX YEARS LATER

Over the years, the old ladies influenced Joelle because their house became overstuffed with décor in every color each Christmas. A tree in every room, sometimes three fucking trees, and twinkle lights wherever the eye landed.

As Diamond trekked through his house, leaving his very sated wife in bed, he searched for a replenishing drink of water. She’d drained him dry. If the day came when Diamond complained after his wife woke him up by climbing on his cock, it would be the day to shoot him between the eyes.

He grinned, following the hallway of lights, scratching his bare torso over his Joelle tattoo.

Tomorrow night was Christmas Eve, and they’d be doing the usual family stuff. But tonight, they’d head into the clubhouse, where they held their annual Christmas meal. Just the patched brothers and their families. He could have only hoped Joelle would be as ingratiated into the club lifestyle as she’d become over the years. And while his pink-haired wife was still the most sophisticated, well-mannered woman he’d ever known, she was also his colorful rainbow who loved riding on the back of his bike, squealing in his ear to go faster. She was his avant-garde biker old lady who enjoyed helping Scarlett plan club parties.

As Diamond headed to the kitchen, he saw movement in the family room. The Christmas tree was the only source of light in the room.

“What are you doing out of bed so late, Abe?”

His son turned and climbed off his knees, standing with his hair in tufts all over his head, and flashed a grin. At nearly twelve, his son no longer believed in Santa Claus, much to Joelle’s distress. Abe would be as tall as Diamond with a couple more growth spurts. He looked grown up in plaid PJs, but Diamond would always see his little boy.

“I wanted to stash mom’s gift at the back of the tree so she didn’t see.”

Joelle was notorious for wanting to know about surprises in advance, though she denied it with her little nose pointed in the air like anyone would dare accuse her of such a crime. His adorable baby.

Abe had been doing odd jobs around the clubhouse for spare money all summer. He was proud that his son had taken it upon himself to buy stuff for Christmas. He wrapped his arm around Abe’s skinny shoulder and ruffled his boy’s hair.

“Daaaad.” He complained, grinning.

“You want a snack while you’re up?”

Stupid question. The boy was a bottomless trash can.

“Yeah! Are there any of those sugar cookies left?”

“Might be.” Smiled Diamond.

And between them, they polished off a full plate of cookies.

“If your mom asks, Santa ate them.”

“Got it.” Abe nodded. “Can I hang out with Atlas and Levi in the morning? We wanna go sledding.”

“If you get your chores done.”

Abe was best friends with Axel’s and Bash’s sons. Diamond would lay money on them getting into more trouble than he and his brothers ever had in years to come.

God help them all when the legacy kids took over the running of the Diablos.

Once Abe was back in bed and Diamond locked the house securely, he climbed the stairs and slipped quietly into bed, spooning around a warm Joelle.

“How many cookies did you eat?” he heard, and he smiled in the darkness.

“Who, me?”

“Let me taste your lips.”

“Baby, if you wanted to seduce me, you only had to say so. I’m an easy lay.”

She snorted. “That much I know. I hope you left some cookies. You know they’re my dad’s favorite.”

Diamond groaned, knowing he’d be baking at the butt crack of dawn to keep the peace with his now-retired father-in-law.

“It was Santa.”

Joelle turned in his arms; her leg was over his, and her hand curled around his cheek. “You are so full of it, River Durand.”

Diamond’s desire-soaked groan rushed up his throat, taking hold of his soft-bodied wife. Her curves would forever turn him on.

“I’m not, but you’re about to be full of me, wife.”

He slipped inside of her easily.

And in the early morning, their loving was as effortless and consuming as it always had been.

Nothing would break his addiction to his colorful wife.

She brought peace.

She brought excitement.

She brought a love that filled their house.

She brought out an unhinged quality in him to protect what was his.

Years back, he’d even killed for her, to make sure Trent was unable to frighten his wife again.

Diamond would take on any battle for his Joelle.

Even a sugar cookie-addicted father-in-law.

* * *

Abraham Durand

SOME YEARS LATER

The little maniac was in such trouble, and she didn’t even know it.

Abe leaned against the side of the blacked-out SUV, his boots crossed at the ankles and arms folded against his chest until the leather of his jacket creaked.

Any onlookers would only see three men talking.

No one would suspect the devious shit going on in his head.

Stay out of his business. He’d been clear . And he’d given more than one chance, something he rarely did unless it was family.

No one could claim later that any of this was because it was deranged .

“I like a good stalking as well as the next psycho, but what are we doing here?” Asked Levi, with the same leaning stance.

The club nicknamed them the three wrecking balls.

Each of them had a particular skill set, but put them together, and they were indestructible.

They were also his best friends.

Alibi or help. It was all the same noise.

The other two turned up when one needed something, and no questions were asked.

Okay, they asked questions because they were fucking nosy.

As yet, Atlas hadn’t chimed in.

But he would.

Abe hadn’t drawn his eyes away from the building across the street. The neighborhood only went up ten years ago. The club invested and owned over eighty percent of the brownstone houses.

A bunch of wealthy folks owned most of them as vacation houses. Abe knew it all, so he could point out the empty brownstones where foreigners were laundering money.

Only one lit window interested him, though.

She’d be in there. The tiny maniac making a racket with her keyboard.

She was probably shaking with excitement at what she’d witnessed and couldn’t wait to report on her little website.

What sort of man would he be if he let shit go, huh?

A weak man. A man to walk all over.

“Earth to Abe. Come in, Abe.” Levi knocked his shoulder and turned a raised eyebrow at his friend and club brother.

“We’re watching.”

“Oh, good.” He snarked. “I wanted to waste a night watching a building. Are we hoping it sprouts legs?”

“Text Foxie, for fuck’s sake, you’re not you when you’re being a snarky little bitch.” He advised. “Better still, go screw your sister and burn off the tension you’ve forced us all to endure forever.”

Levi grunted but said nothing, as always, when it was about Foxie. She wasn’t his sister exactly, but that was his story.

On the other side, Atlas snickered. “I put Lola off for this. It better be sinister enough to make it worthwhile.”

Abe didn’t give a shit about Atlas’ sex life with a sweet bottom.

He rechecked his watch.

Two minutes to go.

He stood to his full height, cracking his neck from side to side, and as a trio, they set off across the street with heavy footsteps, waiting on the corner.

Right then, the one-way street was plunged into darkness.

He smirked as the second-floor window became dark.

Everyone would assume a power outage and wait for the power company to sort it out.

People were so gullible.

They wouldn’t suspect it was nefarious. That Abe had paid for the power to be cut to the street.

She’d seen too much.

The time for threats was over.

Abe was all about the action. Putting his money where his mouth was.

He’d never issued a threat he didn’t back up with action.

“Is this about the chick at the club last night?” Asked Atlas. “The one with the tight little ass and cute dimple. There are easier ways to get laid without creeping around. We see enough of that from Lev.”

Abe threw his arm out and wrapped a hand around Atlas’ throat without knowing he was doing it.

All in good fun, of course.

“Is that any way to talk about my future bride, Atlas?”

Abe didn’t make a plan without thinking it forward and backward.

Atlas made a choking noise, and Abe remembered to loosen his grip. He earned a punch on the shoulder. “You fucking prick. What do you mean, your bride?”

“She saw me last night.” He didn’t have to say what he was doing. These two knew.

“So? Deal with it.”

They weren’t in the habit of offing women.

Abe loved women. All the soft bodies and pink lips wrapped around his dick.

But he didn’t like nosy women.

Nosy women who saw too much, and now he had to ruin his night’s plans and prepare his penthouse apartment for a future guest. A long-term one.

A guest against her will.

“She saw? Shit .”

Yeah. Shit. It was a fucking problem.

How did he know it?

Because he was the Diablos’ fucking Pope.

It was his job to know everything.

He was the information gatherer.

The hunter.

Having the monocle of the Pope didn’t only mean father.

It encompassed so much.

He was trusted and relied on. He could do things others couldn’t.

And sometimes that meant hog-tying a woman and saying his I Do’s.

“Are you serious about this?”

Abe cast a glance toward Atlas and smirked. “Never more so. What’s a bit of kidnapping and forced marriage to stop the little wifey from ever testifying against her husband?”

Was it deranged as fuck? All answers pointed to yes. Absolutely.

It might be his most diabolical plan to date.

There was one thing about Abe: he always ran toward what made his blood pump the hardest. And right now, his veins were on fucking fire.

He couldn’t wait.

Game on, little maniac .

He hoped she was ready for her husband.