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“Of course.” I hold on to him tighter as the light turns green, hoping his stop has something to do with his mind running wild like mine.

Chapter Ten

Diesel

In most cases, age has been nothing more than a foregone conclusion. I haven’t dwelled over it, but I’ve felt the weight of time slowly building on my shoulders. I’ve counted the number of years that I have left, and I’d gruesomely decided that my best years were behind me.

I’m not so sure of that anymore.

I pull the bike off the main road and into the forest, breathing in the fresh scent of pine and cedar.

Bella holds on tighter as we bump over tree branches and cross a small bridge over the creek. Tall trees rise out of the earth and brush against the purple afternoon sky.

I don’t usually go off-road with the bike, but this trail is well maintained by the MC since we started doing lodge construction.

Opening through the forest is a three-story lodge with long grass and wildflowers growing against the walls. White-capped mountains sit behind it and a waterfall spills into the creek.

I drag in a heavy breath and shut down the bike. It’s hard to believe this place exists only a few hours from the city. Not only that, but it’s hard to imagine why anyone would choose to live in a skyscraper over a quaint small town with natural forests and views like this.

Bella climbs off the bike and spins in a circle, whirling her dress in a dainty pattern as she moves through the golden rod and up toward the lodge. “This place is incredible! I can’t believe you guys are doing this by hand.”

“Early settlers out here did everything by hand.” Lord, I’m aging myself. “It’s a labor of love. The guys are excited for November. But that’s not why I brought you up here.” I grab her hand in mine and walk her toward the waterfall where thick brambles line the creek bed, except for one clear patch of green that’s settled into the side of the hill. I tuck Bella’s hand into mine and we wander to the rocky edge of the waterfall. “I know I’m overthinking this, but since yesterday went so weird, so fast, I’ve been wanting to make things right. This is the nicest spot I could think of, and it means so much to me.”

She smiles and stares up toward me. “You’re so sweet, Diesel, but I don’t need all this. I only need you. I’ve never felt so safe and so cared for before. I…” A bird calls out and the squirrels chatter. “I want you, and… whatever it is we’re doing. I want it more than anything.” Her pink lips plump and soften as she stares up at me.

My heart fills, my stomach clenches, and my hand digs into her hair as I pull her toward me. I should go slower. I’ve brought her up here so I can be tender and show her how much I care, but my body reacts, and without notice, she’s laid out on the grass in front of the waterfall and I’m on top of her.

I tuck my hand behind her neck. “What does my little angel like? Do you like it when I tell you what to do? Or do you like it soft and sweet, with you in control?”

Her back arches up from the grass and she wraps her arms around my shoulders. “I like it when you take control. And you don’t have to be gentle with me, Diesel. I’m a virgin, but I want everything you’ve got.”

I wasn’t expecting this moment to go this way, though I’m not fighting it. This spot is perfect, and the guys won’t be out to work today, so I know we’ll have privacy. There’s only one thing. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Do you need one?” She’s panting when she speaks. Her breasts rise and fall as she strips off the heavy hoodie and sweatpants she’s been wearing.

“I don’t, but there’s the pregnancy thing. I—”

“I want all of you, Diesel. Every drop. Come on me or come inside of me. Your choice.” Her hips thrust upward as she shimmies her panties to the ground exposing her dripping wet pussy.

Fuck. “You’re beautiful.” I’m sure my gaze is wicked… because I am. Every dark and dirty thought that’s been running through my head is about to come true.

My gaze falls to her lips, and I devour her… kissing, licking, sucking at every inch of her mouth, throat, shoulder, and nipples. There’s nothing I don’t touch. Bella is mine.

Her hips thrust upward toward my cock, and I unbuckle my jeans stripping them to the ground before angling the head toward her crease. Fucking hell she’s soft. I stroke the tip over her seam and pump my length before sliding in.

I should go slow. There are so many parts of her I want to explore. Her taste for one. But my cock has been aching to sink into her little body since I had to leave last night, and waiting is no longer an option.

Pressing into her slowly, I watch her eyes widen and her lips fall apart. I lean into her mouth and crush out a slight moan as I thrust in deeper. “You’re so tight, my angel. Fuck.” My cock spreads her wider, pushing against the walls of her pussy as she moans and sighs. “Does it hurt?”

“A little, but I like it. Don’t stop.”

I hate that I’m hurting her, but I love the way she feels. I slow down and let her rest for a second.

“No. I’m fine. I’ve waited my whole life for this. Go harder!” She pants when she speaks, gulping for air like she’s greedy for more.

With that single request, the last of my brain cells die and I’m at her mercy. I’d do anything this woman asks of me. And right now, if she wants me to go harder, I’ll give her as much as she can handle.

Chapter Eleven

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