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“Taking you back to our room and fucking you until the only word you can piece together is my fucking name.”

Her laughter echoes around me as I march her out of the room—well her laughter and those of my men and the other women sitting at the tables around us.

Fuck.

Chapter44

Diesel

“Did you hurt yourself carrying me?”Rory asks, her hand moving back on my bare thigh.

I have her head lying on my shoulder, one of her legs is looped around mine and I’m feeling pretty fucking great since I just came hard and I have Rory in my arms.I take a breath, stretching the kink out of my back.

“I think I broke my dick fucking you.Other than that, I’m good, Gorgeous.Fantastic even,” I tell her with a lazy grin.Taking her back to our room might possibly be the best idea I’ve ever had.Thankfully, Dani and Crusher were gone when we got here because I don’t think I had it in me to wait.I needed inside of her—fuck, I always need inside her.

“Your dick is not broken,” she laughs, kissing my chest.

“It is.Look at the poor bastard, he’s limp.”

Her gaze travels down at my semi-erect cock and it jerks under her stare.

“Yeah, poor thing is about dead,” she mutters, her hand moving up to squeeze my cock.

I just came so hard that my balls are still aching, but with just that touch my dick throbs in her hand.Rory is magic… either that or a fucking drug I can’t get enough of.

“What’s my name?”I mutter, needing to hear her say it again.

“Fucking asshole?”she questions.

“Woman—”

“Didn’t you just have me moaning your name?You, big dummy,” she sighs.

“Then, why did you call me Diesel in there.”

“Because Connie the Cunt—who by the way is out of here like yesterday’s trash—doesn’t get that.She doesn’t even get to hear your name muttered.As near as I can tell, I’m the only one that calls you that, and she doesn’t get it.If she did, I’d have to kill her and I don’t look good in prison orange.”

“You’re sounding very territorial right now,” I whisper with a grin, kissing the underside of her neck.

“Oh please.Like you could talk.I’ve seen how you’ve been treating Gunner, that needs to stop.”

“When he stops flirting with you, it might,” I respond with a shrug.

“He doesn’t flirt with me,” she counters, but her voice changes.

“Tell me that again, when you actually believe it and we’ll talk, Gorgeous.”

“Okay then, he doesn’t flirt with me that much.And it doesn’t matter either way.It would never be something I’d act on.I’m not that kind of person.”

“What kind of person?”I ask.

“The kind that would talk and flirt with a man who is family to the man I am sleeping with.”

“We’re doing a lot more than sleeping together, Rory.I just made you my old lady.”

“What’s up with that?I got to tell you, Noah, women—including me—don’t like to be called old, and I’m not even that old,” she huffs.

I laugh, shifting us in the bed so that she’s lying on the pillow instead of me.Then, I get up, walking to the dresser.

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