Page 8 of Diesel
“I guess my fiancé felt sorry that I didn’t have anyone to throw me a party,” I said looking down. I knew the real reason but I didn’t want to say it out loud and seem pathetic.
“You wanna tell me why three of them came up to me trying to get me to take you away. Why they said your fiancé asked them to help you get laid?” His eyes narrowed with anger.
Well then, there was no need to try and hide anything now. I sighed and picked absently at the cheap, thin bedspread. I could feel the urge to cry bubbling up.
“It’s kinda stupid and pathetic,” I mumbled, not looking up at him.
“Whatever it is you can tell me. I won’t judge,” he said calmly and something about his tone set me at ease. “And look at it this way, you will more than likely never see me again, so it won’t matter anyway.”
He had a point. And that was how I found myself spilling my guts to a sexy stranger.
“Well, I’m getting married in a month. And my fiancé, Steven, had this idea that I should go out and… well… you know…” I looked up at him hoping he was getting what I was saying. By the confused look on his face, it was obvious he wasn’t. Or it could have been that he wanted me to say it. “I’m a virgin, okay… He wanted me to go out and find someone to… well, fix that problem I guess. He had those girls set all this up and try to find me someone to…”
“So, let me get this straight,” he said, abandoning his food on the dresser behind him with a loud thump and crossing his arms over his chest. I swallowed hard, then chewed on the inside of my cheek feeling silly. “Yourfiancéhad this idea for you to go out on your bachelorette party to lose yourvirginityto astranger?” I nodded. Something in his tone made me feel like he couldn’t comprehend the idea of it all.
“I mean, I see what he was saying,” I rushed to try and explain it. “He said that when we do havesexthen it won’t be all awkward and weird. I won’t have to worry about the whole first time thing, as he put it. It makes sense.” Diesel shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. My head cocked in confusion as I stared at him trying to figure out why he seemed to be getting more irritated the more I tried to explain it.
“That’s fuckin’ messed up.” he barked and I flinched at the f-word. I wasn’t used to hearing it. My mother never said it. And my father only said it when he was in one of his angry rants when something wasn’t going the way he thought it should. I wasn’t sure if Diesel noticed or not.
“No, I see—” I started to say, but he cut me off.
“No! This guy clearly doesn’t want to deal with it. So what? He sent you off with a pack of hyenas to throw you to the wolves to break you in for him.” He was clearly riled up by this and I wished I hadn’t said anything at all. Then things in my brain started turning and I wondered if Diesel wasn’t maybe a little bit right. “I know I don’t know you, and I certainly don’t know him, but that’s bullshit. You have to see that.”
“It’s not like I was saving myself for him or anyone. I just…” I blushed at how embarrassing it was going to be to admit it out loud. “Well, I haven’t really had anyone ever take interest in me. I haven’t really had any opportunity to loseit.”
He stood there studying me for a long while. I felt hot under his gaze. Then something changed in his eyes and his face seemed to soften. It was like he was bringing out another part of himself. I imagined one he kept locked down tight under that hard exterior. Or maybe I was just seeing what I hoped to see.
“What do you want?” he asked and I could tell he was genuinely concerned only about my thoughts and feelings. It was nice and refreshing. To be honest, I couldn’t remember the last time someone treated me like that.
“I…” I started to say and my brows furrowed as I struggled to give him an answer. Me. That was something I didn’t think about often. I looked down and wondered what it was that Ididwant.
Before I could answer, there was a knock at the door, causing me to jump a little. Diesel’s jaw ticked and I found it odd that he didn’t move to open the door right away. His eyes closed as he took in a few heavy breaths through his nose. When he opened his eyes again, the hard look was back, set in deep almost like nothing had happened.
He pushed off the dresser and sauntered over to the door, then pulled it open just enough to see who was on the other side. I got the feeling that he knew who it was before he even opened it, though. Over his shoulder I saw a tall, redheaded, attractive woman. Curiosity got the better of me and I shifted a little so I could see the rest of her. She looked like she had just gotten done working at a strip club. But she wasn’t exactly trashy, like I had envisioned strippers to be. I did my best to not listen to their conversation, but the room was small and I couldn’t help but overhear.
“Hey,” she purred as she stepped closer to him.
I wondered if she was going to kiss him and I turned my gaze away not wanting to invade on their private moment. I looked at anything but what was going on at the door. I had an odd, heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I had no idea what it meant. Maybe it was envy. Then images of him kissing me flashed in my mind, making me feel warm all over.
“Hey,” he said coldly. “I’m sorry, but I can’t now.” Was he turning her away for me? I chanced a look and saw her glance over his shoulder at me. Our eyes met and she raised one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows.
“Well, considering you still have your clothes on it must be important,” she said lightly. “I’ll see you next time then, Diesel.” She planted a soft kiss on his cheek. I felt a jolt of jealousy surge through me, even though I had no right to feel that way. She walked off and he closed the door.
He moved to sit on the bed beside me but I still couldn’t look at him. His scent filled my nose and my cheeks heated. It was a mix of leather, oil, and something masculine. He cupped my chin and tilted my face up so I had no choice but to stare into those icy blue eyes. Considering they looked so cold, it was strange that I felt such a fire coming from them.
“What do you want, Ellie?” he asked as if we hadn’t been interrupted. I felt like his sole focus was on me and I couldn’t even think about the redhead anymore.
“I want to not feel like I’m missing something anymore,” I admitted in a whisper. I was tired of feeling like still being a virgin made me some kind of freak.
I watched as his tongue darted out and moved his lip ring back and forth. I found it oddly arousing and my body suddenly felt too hot.
“I’m goin’ to kiss you now, pixie. Tell me if you don’t want that.” He was so tender in the way he was talking to me that it threw me off for a moment. It wasn’t something I expected from the look of his exterior. My tongue instinctively moved to lick my lips as he slowly lowered his face towards mine.
Yes! Yes! Oh please. I want you to kiss me so bad.
His thumbs caressed the sides of my face as his full lips softly met mine. He didn’t push or rush. The kiss was so sweet that it made me wonder what more he had to show me. His tongue ran along the seam of my lips, and without thinking, I opened up for him. Seconds later the sweetness turned into a heated frenzy. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him in closer to me. I wanted more. My body screamed for more. And he gave it without hesitation.
He sucked on my bottom lip as his fingers moved to tangle in my hair. I tilted my head to the side and curiosity got to me. I licked his lip ring, the ball feeling strange as my tongue slid over it. I lightly sucked it into my mouth along with his bottom lip. He groaned and pulled me in tighter. There was nothing sloppy or awkward about this kiss. Everything about it felt right and that was the moment all of my apprehension slipped away.
He broke away and leaned his forehead against mine. We were both panting and I wondered if it was as good for him as it was for me. I had the sudden need to not disappoint him. This was going to happen and I had no doubts about it at all.
“Do you want more?” he asked, his voice was raw and low. I nodded frantically, afraid that if I tried to speak it would come out as an incomprehensible squeak.
“Fuck!” he growled and then his lips were on mine again. I felt the desire oozing from both of us and my eyes closed as I gave in.
