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Diesel
When I wake up,I have my arm around Hollywood instead of Tink. I don’t even remember Tink getting out of bed. Hollywood stirs next to me. I move my arm as he rolls over to face me.
“Good mornin’,” I whisper.
“Mornin’.” He grins. “Where’s Tink?”
“Don’t know. I didn’t feel her get out of bed.”
“I’m surprised she left us,” he says.
I shrug my shoulder. “If she’s not in the living room, I’m sure she left us a note or something.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He has a thousand-mile stare.
“What’s on your mind?”
Hollywood rolls onto his back, propping his hands behind his head. “Does any of this feel too good to be true to you?”
“No, it feels right.”
“You’re not afraid of what anyone will think,” he asks.
“Not at all. I know the people who care about us will be happy for us,” I tell him. “Fuck what anyone else thinks.”
“Even if it’s someone in your family who doesn’t approve?”
I sit up. “If anyone in my family has a problem with who I love, then they aren’t really my family. Blood-related or not.”
He stares at me, eyes wide as saucers.
“What? Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”
“You said who youlove,” he points out. He sits up. “You love us?”
I smile at him. “Hell yeah, I do. I always have. It started as friendship, but it grew into more.”
His hand comes to the side of my neck and he pulls my face to his, bringing our lips together. I cup his face in my hand and slide my tongue across his lips. His mouth opens a fraction, so I do it again, swiping my tongue along the top of his. I delve my hand into his hair, grabbing a fistful. He moans into my mouth and deepens the kiss. My dick hardens as we fight for dominance with our tongues.
Hollywood is the first to break the kiss. He pulls back and I let go of his hair, leaving it looking like he just got fucked. I smirk at the thought.
“What are you smirkin’ about,” he asks.
“Just somethin’ I thought of,” I say. “You hungry? I can make us some breakfast.”
His eyes fall down my body then slowly come back up. “Yeah, I could eat.”
“Easy, killer.” I laugh. “There will be plenty of time for that later.”
I climb out of bed and change into some sweats. I should have changed before I got in bed last night, but I was too anxious to get close to Tink and Hollywood. Hollywood gets out of bed and has nothing but his boxer briefs on. I bite my bottom lip, fighting back a moan of my own.
If you didn’t know him, or ever see him in his cut, you’d never know he’s a biker. His road name is Hollywood for a reason. Attitude and personality, he’s all biker, but when it comes to his looks, you’d think he was gearing up for a movie role. He’s sexy and as deadly as can be. He’s the first man I’ve ever had feelings for so I’ll have a lot of firsts with him. Which is something I’ve been looking forward to since the first time I imagined the three of us together.
“If you don’t quit bitin’ that lip, I’m gonna have to do somethin’ about it,” he growls out. He grabs his own pair of sweats and slides them on.
My jaw drops at his words and my cock throbs. I do my best to think about anything else to get my dick to calm the fuck down. I clear my throat with a cough.
