Page 71 of Diesel
“Let’s just get through this pregnancy and see,” I said, turning my attention back to Reagan.
Inside I had no doubt that he would do his best to try and keep me knocked up. With all the trouble that I’d had with this one, would it even be a good idea to have more? Did I even want more? One flutter of my heart and I knew I would give Diesel as many munchkins as he wanted.
Most everyone who had a place outside the compound had cleared out that night. There had been no party. No celebration that lockdown had been lifted. Which, given that these guys liked to use an excuse to throw a party, told me that just because we were let out it didn’t mean we were safe.
Later that night, Diesel held me in his arms as we watched a movie in bed. Our little girl was kicking up a storm. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his lips twitch with a smile every time he felt her.
For the next couple of weeks, he was gone most of the day. He would kiss me and search in my eyes to make sure I was alright before he headed off. His days seemed long, and most nights he wouldn’t get home until well after dark. I missed him, but I wasn’t worried. When he came back, he always wrapped himself around me like it was the moment he’d been waiting for all day. I loved the smell of him when he came into the room. The sweat, dirt and motor oil always filled my nose and spread a fire through my veins. He was always exhausted. After he hauled himself into the shower to clean, he would spend the night holding me in his arms. Some nights he took the time to worship my body, memorizing every curve and peak with his tongue. Other nights, he would be so desperate to get inside of me that he would go at me to the point that I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. It was the perfect balance of everything I craved and needed.
“Let’s take a ride,” Diesel said one morning as he walked back into our room. I had just stepped out of the shower and was perched on the edge of the bed, trying my best to get my shorts hooked onto my feet. I was all belly and at that point, I couldn’t even bend over to get my bottoms on. He took one look at me and raised an eyebrow. His request, or demand rather, temporarily forgotten. “Where the hell are your panties woman?”
Little did he know, I had given up the extra article of clothing a while ago. It was enough trying to get one thing up my legs. Plus, he just kept ripping them off of me, anyway. I figured that way it would be easier.
“Focus,” I said, rocking to stand. He was there to help me up in a flash. Then he was kneeling on the ground to help with my shorts. His rough hands sending goosebumps all over my legs as he pulled them up. “Ride?” I reminded him why he came bursting through the door.
“Yeah,” he said still distracted. He shook his head, chasing away his heated thoughts. I giggled at him and slapped his chest. “Come on.” He reached down and grabbed my hand. “I want to show you something.”
Excitement raced through me and I felt flutters all over my body as I wondered what it could be. He tucked me into my car, which I had missed. It had been months since I was in it. He slid into the driver’s seat after making sure I was safely buckled in. His large frame had to crumble to fit in. I laughed and he shot me an unhappy look, which made me laugh harder. I saw his lip twitch like he was holding back his own laughter.
“You ready?” he asked, his face turned to me. His expression was something new; a mix of boyish charm and a nervousness that was hidden just below the surface. I searched his eyes, wondering what the heck this was all about. But he gave nothing away as to what was to come.
“As I’ll ever be…” I breathed out.
