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Piston moans as his hips pick up speed, and my stomach tightens. He breaks the kiss, and takes a nipple into his mouth, causing my walls to flutter. He bites down hard, and thrusts with purpose. I see stars, wetness gushing between us, and I scream out in ecstasy as he follows in one, two, three more thrusts. He goes still, keeping himself deep inside me as he licks me from my nipple to my neck, sucking gently.

We’re both breathing hard, but I know I need more; I need all of him, and I need the reassurance that he won’t run from me anymore, like we’ve both been running from each other.

Without a thought, I grip his hair, and he looks at me, but before he can say anything, I press my lips against his, my tongue instantly tangling with his as I show him, without words, how much I need him, how much I love him. He groans as he starts to thrust again, getting his member hard for another round.

I may be screwed up because of my past, but I know when a true love hits you in the face. He’s it, he’s my true love, and I’m going to fight for him. I’m going to get him to want to fight for me, show him he’s not likethatman, that he’s perfect and he’s mine.

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Piston – Two Days Later

My Diamond: When you get back and see the new bruise on my hip, don’t worry, it’s nothing xxx

I raise a brow at Nat’s text before groaning at the picture, which causes Anchor and Acid to walk over from their bikes to see what I’m reading. Acid instantly starts groaning while Anchor laughs and asks, “What did she do this time?”

I sigh and bring up the photo she sent of the bruise, and both men wince.

I nod. “She was trying to put up blinds in the living area because, apparently, waiting two days for me to do it was too difficult.”

“Fuck.” Acid winces. “Tell me the ladder knocked into her hip, and she didn’t fucking fall.”

I snort. “Unfortunately, no, she fell from the top of the ladder this morning, half hitting the coffee table while the ladderwent into the wall, leaving a massive hole that I’m going to have to repair after rewiring her security system. She dropped her glass of water on the exposed wiring I didn’t have time to cover, causing a fucking blackout. Thankfully, Tech from the Devils, was able to talk Steal through fixing the issue because she refuses to stay in my room at the club, stating it’s probably full of STDs, and she won’t stay at the log house because we’re currently in limbo—her words, not mine.”

Both men blink at me, and I nod before sighing. “I need to call my wife. Acid, can you grab me a coffee? I’ve already filled my bike.”

He winces but nods while Anchor pats my back with sympathy, and goes to check on the prospects while I lean on my bike seat, and press her number.

It rings five times before she answers, but it’s not her voice on the other end.

“Hey Piston,” the kid answers, and I smile.

“Hey, Coop, how’s it going?” I ask. He sighs, and I murmur, “That bad?”

Chuckling, he answers, “For two days, she’s been in a cleaning mode. I don’t think she likes you going on club business.”

I snort. “Yeah, kid, I know, but I should be back tonight, and I’ll see her in the morning.”

I hear him sigh in relief. “That’s good. Then maybe you can convince her to have a doctor look at her hip; it's really bad, Piston. I know she can be clumsy, but this one is the worst. When I heard the crash, I found her unconscious.” I standstraight at his words. “I had to call Dad, and he wanted to call a doctor, but she refused. I’m scared, Piston….”’

Fuck, fuck, fuck….

I clear my throat. “She’s just struggling a little, kid, but she’ll be okay.”

He sighs. “I know, but the sooner you’re back, the better.”

“Not long now, kid. Why don’t you put Sissy on, and I’ll see you in a few days, alright? I expect you to get no less than a B in your math test.”

He groans at my words, and I laugh as he mumbles, “Fine,” then shouts for Natalie.

“Who is it, Bud?” I hear her ask, but he doesn’t reply; he hands her phone over. “Piston?” she asks with confusion, and I smile.

“Hey, Diamond….”

I hear the smile in her voice as she asks, “Shouldn’t you be riding right about now?”

I chuckle. “We’re on a coffee break, and I needed to ensure you're alright. You never said you knocked yourself unconscious, baby.”

She mumbles, “Dammit,” before clearing her throat. “It was only for a few minutes.”

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