Chapter 86 86
DIESEL POV
Daisy fell asleep after her second orgasm.
She came hard the second time, shaking and crying out my name while my tongue worked her clit and my fingers stayed just inside her tight pussy. When the last wave finally left her, she went limp in my arms, breathing slow and deep, completely worn out.
And now she was fast asleep, curled around me like a kitten.
Her small body pressed tight against my side, one leg thrown over mine, her face buried in my chest. Her arm was wrapped around my waist, fingers still loosely holding onto me even in sleep. Every time she breathed, I felt it against my skin. Warm. Trusting. Like she believed I would keep her safe.
But the shit is… my dick was still fucking hard, throbbing painfully against my jeans, leaking steadily, begging to be buried inside her. I hadn’t penetrated her. Not even close. I kept my word. But it wasn’t easy. It took every single bit of mercy of God to hold back. I wanted to flip her over, spread those pretty thighs, and sink deep into that virgin pussy until she screamed. I wanted to feel her stretch around my cock. I wanted to fuck her until the only name she knew was mine.
Instead, I lay here like a saint, holding her while my balls ached.
It’s more than 10 minutes and my cock refuses to lay low.
“Hhhhhh…”
I couldn’t stay like this.
Carefully, I brushed the hair out of her face with my fingers. She looked so peaceful. Cheeks still flushed, lips slightly parted, breathing soft and even. I stared at her for a long minute, then slowly slid out from under her. She made a small sound and reached for me in her sleep, but I tucked the blanket around her and she settled again.
I stood up and went straight to the bathroom.
The second the door clicked shut, I yanked my jeans open. My cock sprang out, thick and angry, the head shiny with pre-cum. I brought my hand to my face — the same hand that had been between her legs — and inhaled deep. Her scent was still all over my fingers. Sweet. Wet. Addictive.
I wrapped my fist around my cock and started stroking hard.
I mean very hard with no teasing. No slow build. I jerked myself fast and rough, with my eyes closed, remembering the way she tasted, the way she moaned, the way she begged “please don’t stop” even when her feet hurt. My hand flew up and down my shaft, thumb rubbing over the head, spreading the slickness.
“Fuck… Daisy…” I growled under my breath.
“Fuck……hhhh”
My balls drew up tight and I came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum into the sink. My hips jerked, thighs shaking, a low groan tearing from my chest. I kept stroking until every drop was out.
I cleaned up quickly, splashed cold water on my face, and stared at myself in the mirror.
My eyes looked wild. Hungry.
I was in deep trouble.
When I stepped back into the bedroom, Daisy was still sleeping. She had rolled onto her side, the blanket slipped down to her waist. The oversized shirt had ridden up, showing the curve of her ass and those bandaged feet.
I noticed the bandage on her right foot had come loose again. Blood had seeped through a little.
Quietly, I walked over and pulled the first aid kit from the bottom drawer. I sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to shake the mattress too much. With gentle hands, I unwrapped the old bandage, cleaned the cuts again with antiseptic, and put fresh gauze and tape on. She stirred once, making a small sleepy sound, but she didn’t wake up.
I looked at her face while I worked.
So fucking cute. Soft. Innocent.
And she’s… mine.
The thought hit me hard and I growled it low under my breath.
“If Donald even thinks about touching a single hair on your head, I’ll rip his fucking throat out.”
The words came out rough and possessive. I meant every one.
I finished wrapping her foot and pulled the blanket back over her legs. Then I just sat there, watching her sleep. My hand reached out and brushed her cheek with the back of my knuckles. She leaned into the touch even in her sleep.
I was gone for this girl.
Completely gone.
I had killed men for less than what I felt right now. I had burned down parts of this city to keep my club safe. But one tiny, broken girl with sad eyes and a brave mouth had me sitting here in the dark, hard again, promising violence to anyone who tried to take her from me.
I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Sleep, baby,” I whispered. “Nobody’s touching you. Not while I’m breathing.”
I stood up and moved back to the couch, but I didn’t lie down. I just had to head outside the doorway, leaning against the wall, trying to catch my breath. The hallway was quiet. I checked my pocket for a cigarette. Nothing. I patted the other pocket. Still nothing.
I needed air.
I walked down the stairs and out the side door into the cool night. The compound lot was dark except for a few security lights. Until I saw — Hawk leaning against my bike, his shoulders slumped, cigarette burning between his fingers.
I headed straight toward him and he noticed me before I said a word. He straightened up a little.
“Diesel… man.”
I stopped a couple feet away.
“What are you still doing out here?”
Hawk took a long drag from his cigarette, then blew the smoke up toward the sky. “Had to take Raven home. She messed herself up real bad tonight. Got drunk as fuck, started crying, then tried to pick a fight with one of the prospects. I carried her ass out before she broke something or got herself hurt worse.”
I snorted. “That’s your fault.”
Hawk’s head snapped toward me. His eyes sharpened. He didn’t expect that response but at the same time he understood exactly what I was saying and he didn’t argue. Hawk had been in love with Raven for years. But he never said it out loud. Never made a real move. Because he saw the way she looked at me. The way she had looked at me since the day I saved her. So his love stayed one-sided, quiet, and painful.
“You know she’s into you, Diesel, and even tonight you are still the reason she’s messing with herself. She only sees you,” Hawk said quietly. He dragged on the cigarette again, staring at the ground.
I looked at him straight. “Then make your move. Claim her so she can stop waiting on something that’s never gonna happen.”
Hawk didn’t answer right away. He just smoked.
I kept going, voice low. “And stop messing around. She watches you fuck different pussy all night. How do you think that feels for her?”
Hawk dropped his eyes. The cigarette burned between his fingers. He didn’t deny it.
After a long silence he finally asked, “How’s the girl? Daisy?”
I didn’t answer.
My eyes went straight up to the window of my quarters. I could picture her curled up in my bed.
Hawk followed my gaze. He took one last drag, then dropped the cigarette and crushed it under his boot.
“I heard you burned one of Donald’s bike warehouses,” he said.
“Yeah,” I nodded once.
“Every single one of Donald’s properties is going down. Any hunter that steps closer to Daisy, his properties pay for it. I’ll keep going until he takes that bounty off her head.”
Hawk smiled slowly and dangerously, the kind of smile that meant he was ready for blood if I was.