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Samantha

A date.

Those words from earlier sing inside me, fill me with a melodic electricity that surges and ripples throughout my body, making me tingle, making the skin of my hand that holds Diesel’s feel so hot it almost burns. I’d have to be deaf not to hear the weight of how he said it. To know that he wants to bring me closer than he’s brought any woman since the tragedy that ripped his life apart.

He wants me.

He wants me in a way he’s wanted no one else since.

That idea makes every other pain and sorrow in my life — the threat of war, the fear of a lockdown, worries about my brother — all fade into the background. Because this man, who has kept the world at arm’s length for so long, is choosing to wrap me in his arms and take me in a way that he’s wanted no one else.

Me.

“It’s down this hall,” he says as he opens a door leading to a long corridor lined with doors. “The club keeps quarters for its members. It’s not much, and to tell you the truth, I don’t spend much time here, so I can’t promise it’ll be anything like that fancy apartment we were sharing earlier.” There’s a wry grin on his face as he leads me to another door. “But it should be comfortable enough. And… maybe it’ll be nice sharing the space.”

I clutch his hand tighter, tight enough he inclines his head to look at me, and I leap on my toes to kiss him on the lips. I can’t wait anymore. It’ll take too long for him to open the door, to find a light switch, to walk to wherever the bed is — which, wherever it is, is too far. I need him now.

Want him now.

When his lips meet mine, my tongue darts forth, and his eyes widen in surprise, but his lips open. He moans, I moan, and I place my hands on his chest and lean into him, pushing him backwards against the door. His moan turns into a growl, feral, deep, and I slide my hands down his chest, lower, lower still, until I reach the buckle of his belt.

“Here?” He says. It’s a question, but not a reluctant one.

“Here.” I undo his belt, pull it free from those awful golf khakis he’s wearing. “I’m sure they told you to get rid of these clothes, right?”

“They did.”

“So let me help you with that.” I toss the belt behind me, take his pants and underwear down, and drop to my knees in front of him.

His hardness springs free, thick and ready, the tip glistening with desire. I wrap my fingers around his length, stroke him slowly, relishing the heat and the silky smoothness of his skin. A shuddering moan escapes his lips as I take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head before engulfing him fully.

His fingers tangle in my hair as I work him with lips and tongue, savoring his taste, his scent, the way he pulses and throbs against my palate. I glance up and see his head thrown back against the door, eyes closed, mouth open in ecstasy. Knowing I can bring him such pleasure makes me ache with need.

"God damn, Samantha..." he groans, hips rocking forward to meet my mouth. "So good..."

I hum around him and he shudders, gasps. His grip on my hair tightens. I can tell he's getting close, but I'm not ready for this to end. Not yet. I release him with a wet pop and rise to my feet, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. He groans into it, hands roaming my body, lifting the edge of the golf shirt and pulling it up. Over my head it goes, and then onto the floor, along with my bra. His hands caress my tits while I undo my pants, and they and my underwear drop to the floor and I step free, kicking away the clothes.

"Molly gave me some spare clothes, too, so I imagine I won’t need these ugly things anymore, will I?”

Diesel's eyes devour my naked form, his gaze scorching a path from my face down to my breasts, my stomach, the juncture between my thighs. "No, you definitely won't be needing those anymore," he says. "In fact, I might just have to keep you naked all the time."

He pulls me flush against him and I gasp at the contact of skin on skin, his hardness pressing insistently into my belly. His mouth finds mine again in a bruising kiss, tongues tangling, teeth nipping. Large hands grip my ass, kneading the flesh before lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist on instinct as he turns and presses my back against the door.

I gasp as his teeth graze my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "Is that so? I think I could get used to that idea..."

"Mmm, good." His voice is a deep rumble that I feel in my core. One hand slides between us, fingers finding my slick folds. I moan as he circles my clit with a fingertip. "Because I plan to take my time exploring every inch of this gorgeous body of yours."

My head falls back as he slips a finger inside me, curling it just right. "Diesel... please..." I'm already so wound up, I know it won't take much.

"Please what? Tell me what you need." A second finger joins the first, stroking deep.

"You," I pant, digging my nails into his shoulders. "I need you inside me. Now."

“Oh, you want me to fuck you?”

“Need it.”

“Then beg.”

My breath hitches in my throat at his words. The commanding tone, the darkening of his eyes with lust and need—it all sends a fresh wave of desire pulsing through me. I'm not usually one to beg, but for him, like this, I'll make an exception.

"Please, Diesel," I whimper, rolling my hips against his probing fingers. "Please fuck me. I need to feel you stretching me, filling me up. I'm aching for it. For you."

He groans, capturing my mouth in another scorching kiss as he withdraws his fingers. I whine at the loss, but it's quickly replaced by the head of his big cock nudging at my entrance.

"Since you asked so nicely," he murmurs against my lips. My lips part in a moan as he pushes, first slow, easing in, then harder, and I cry out, nails digging into his back as I adjust to the fullness of his large cock, the delicious burn as my body stretches to accommodate him. He stills for a moment, letting me adapt, peppering kisses along my jaw and neck. “I’ll give you anything, Samantha. Anything and everything.”

“Oh fuck, Diesel. Right now, I just want your cock.”

"God, you feel incredible," he rasps, slowly withdrawing before slamming back in. "So tight. So perfect."

I can only moan in response, a garbled mix of his name and pleas for more. He sets a relentless pace, driving into me over and over, the door rattling with each powerful thrust. The world narrows down to nothing but him and me and the frantic, desperate union of our bodies that makes me forget about everything terrifying in the world.

The exquisite friction of his thick shaft pistoning in and out sends waves of ecstasy crashing through me. I cling to his broad shoulders, meeting each thrust with a roll of my hips, taking him as deep as possible. Our moans and gasps echo in the hallway, mingling with the sound of flesh against flesh.

"Harder," I demand breathlessly, nipping at his earlobe. "Fuck me harder. I promise I won't break."

Diesel growls, low and primal, slamming into me with renewed force. The door creaks in protest, but I barely notice, lost in the overwhelming sensations. His pubic bone grinds against my clit with each driving thrust, stoking the flames higher. Colors burst in my vision, explosions of pleasure, and I dig my nails into him, bring my mouth to his ear and bite at his earlobe.

"That's it, baby," he pants, hot breath fanning my neck. "Take what you need. It’s all for you. Whatever you want."

I'm teetering on the edge, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my core, ready to snap. Diesel must sense it because he snakes a hand between us, finding my swollen clit and rubbing tight circles. It's my undoing.

"Diesel!" I cry out, back arching as the orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of molten bliss radiating from where we're joined. My inner muscles clench around him rhythmically, drawing him in deeper.

"Fuck, Samantha!" His thrusts grow erratic, hips jerking as he chases his own release. With a guttural moan so fierce that the strength of it reverberates through my body, he releases inside me. I moan, tossing my head back and throwing one leg around him, pulling him closer to me, tighter. I want all of him inside me, want to feel every drop, every twitch, every ounce of his ecstasy.

He keeps me pinned there against the door, or maybe it’s the other way around — I keep him wrapped inside me; both of us clinging together, desperate, wanting, he my rock to cling to in this violent storm that’s engulfed my life, and I his glue, a chance to piece his shattered life together. I need him, I want him; he needs me, he wants me.

A sound forces my eyes open and I glance to the end of the hall to see the door to the bar open and a woman — Molly — standing there, hands at her sides, open, as if in resignation. There’s no shock or anger on her face. Clearly, this isn’t the first time she’s seen this exact scenario.

“The door to your room is right fucking there , Diesel,” she says. “What the fuck, man?”

“Couldn’t wait,” he replies, unmoving. I try to move a little, though. He may be fine with someone else viewing him balls-deep in another person, but this is a little outside my comfort zone. But unable to fully extract myself while pinned against the door and with his cock inside me, I settle for doing the modest thing of using my left hand and arm to cover my tits.

With my right, I wave to Molly. Because that’s not awkward.

“Hi Molly,” I say.

“Hey Samantha. Making yourself at home, huh?” She says.

“Maybe. I think I like it here. Maybe lockdown won’t be so bad.”

Molly shakes her head with a wry smile. "Well, at least someone's enjoying themselves during this mess. I'll leave you two lovebirds to it, then. Just try to make it to an actual room next time, yeah?"

With that, she turns and heads back into the bar, the door swinging shut behind her. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, burying my face against Diesel's neck as a slightly hysterical giggle bubbles up.

"Oh my god, that was mortifying," I mumble into his skin. "Is she always so... unflappable?"

Diesel chuckles, the vibrations rumbling through his chest. "Molly's seen a lot worse, trust me. We're pretty tame in comparison."

I lift my head to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "Tame? You just fucked me against a door where anyone could see."

His grin is positively wolfish. "True. But I've seen Molly break up full on orgies in the bar before."

My eyes widen at that. Clearly, there's a lot more to this place than meets the eye. "Seriously? I had no idea this club was so... adventurous."

"You don't know the half of it, sweetheart." He punctuates the endearment with a roll of his hips, reminding me he's still very much buried inside me. I gasp.

I brush a tender kiss to his lips. "Think you can get us to the actual bed now?"

"For round two? Absolutely." He grins wolfishly, hoisting me up and carrying me the few steps to the door of his room. It takes some maneuvering, but he gets the door open without setting me down, kicking it closed behind us.

The room is small but cozy, dimly lit by a single lamp on the nightstand. A queen-sized bed takes up most of the space, covered in dark sheets and a plush comforter. Diesel carries me over to it and lays me down gently, his body covering mine as he settles between my thighs.

"Round two, huh?" he murmurs, nuzzling into my neck and nipping lightly at the sensitive skin. "I like the way you think."

I hum in pleasure, arching into him as his hands roam my body, igniting flames everywhere they touch. "Well, we have a lot of lost time to make up for, don't we?"

"Mmm hmm, that we do." His fingers find my breasts, kneading and plucking at the hardened peaks. "And I intend to make the most of every second."

He kisses a fiery trail down my neck, chest, stomach, inching lower and lower. My breath hitches as he settles between my legs, the stubble rasping deliciously against my inner thighs. He looks up at me through his lashes, eyes molten with desire.

"I believe I promised to explore every inch of you," he rumbles, hot breath fanning over my core. "Might as well start now."

“Wait,” I say, and I sit up, looking down between my breasts at his face, which gazes back at me with wide, burning brown eyes.

“Wait?”

In some brief moment of post-orgasmic clarity, I look at the surrounding space. At where I am, the place that serves as a home to a community, and a man, that I’m being asked to join, that will be my home for some part — some scary, unknown part — of my future. Something surges inside me. Something like doubt, but not quite doubt, closer to disbelief.

“Why are you doing all this?” I say.

“Eating your pussy? Because I fucking enjoy it.”

“No,” I say. “I mean all this. Protecting me, taking me in, risking your life for me, for my family, all of it.”

Though I try to ignore it, there’s a momentary flicker in his eyes when I say ‘my family.’ I know he doesn’t approve of my brother, of the danger he’s put me in, that he probably hates how much I’ve tried to help Jake get his problems under control, but Diesel speaks before I can think about it any more, and his words and the fire within them burn my doubts to ashes.

“Why? Because, out of all the women, all the people, I’ve met since my life fell to pieces, you’re the first one who makes me think I can put it all back together. The first one who’s worth it,” he says, his voice low, his emotion rumbling against the most sensitive part of me, sending reverberations up through my core. “There’s a big part of me that enjoys thinking about my future with you in it. And there’s a part of me that thinks that, when this fighting passes and we can breathe again, the truth is, I might be in love with you.”

“Love? Diesel, I…” My words fall into stunned silence, yet my lips and tongue keep working, trying to connect my misfiring thoughts with the words that echo through my heart — yes, yes, yes .

He cuts me off before I can say anything.

“Yes. But right now, let’s focus on the important thing: lie back and let me eat your pussy.”