Broken Soul (Deviant Souls MC #3)

6. Odette

6

ODETTE

“ P erfect, we’ll see you in the shop for your appointment tomorrow,” I tell the customer on the other end of the line. We say our goodbyes and I enter the information into the scheduling software, pleased with myself for another successful booking.

I’ve been staying with Diesel now for a few days. We haven’t discussed other living arrangements, nor has he mentioned my car. Not that I’m in a rush to leave here, especially after we shared that kiss and he gave me my first orgasm yesterday morning. Plus, it’s not like I have anywhere to go or any money to get there. Diesel’s words from our first day together have been on repeat in my head all morning.

I sense you’re looking for a place to start over. Why not start over here, with me?

At the time, I thought he was just taking pity on me. Maybe that’s all it was back then, but now…? I’m not sure where we stand. For me, everything is new and exciting. I’m giddy every single time I see Diesel, which then usually melts into desire when his green eyes turn dark.

The bell above the front door dings, alerting me to another customer. Just in time for me to ignore my confusing thoughts and feelings about the man I’ve been staying with.

“Hi, I’m–”

The words die on my lips as I stare at the group of men who just walked in the door. All four of them are giants with tattoos, muscles, and leather cuts. One man has a patch over his eye and a wicked smirk, his good eye narrowing as his lips twist up menacingly.

After working here for the last several days, I’ve gotten used to bikers from Deviant Souls. Diesel told me a little bit about the club, but not much. I know most of the mechanics and customers are from the club, but these men… these men are radiating with anger and sinister intentions. It’s not the first time a man looked at me like that.

“Are those pussies recruiting women to their club now?” the man with the eye patch asks. His booming voice echoes in the small waiting area. I blink at him, not sure what to say. “Cat got your tongue or are you just stupid?”

I shake my head, no, but I can't seem to find any words. I'm stuck, cowering in my chair while the men draw closer and closer. The apparent leader of the group slams his hands down on the desk and leans over, his face mere inches from mine.

Just then, the door to the garage bay swings open with a loud bang, making me jump out of my skin.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Diesel roars.

“Just paying our old brothers a visit,” the one-eyed man says, not moving or taking his eyes off of me. My chair has wheels, I could just push myself backward and hide under the desk, but my limbs are frozen.

“Don’t look at her,” Diesel snaps. “Back the fuck away and leave the property, Zeke. Unless you want me to call the cops. Again .”

This gets the man’s attention. He slams his fist down on the desk one final time, rattling the computer and making my heart leap into my throat. Then he turns toward Diesel, who has murder written on his face. I don’t know what history these two have, but these two hate each other.

“Mighty brave of you to talk to me like that, motherfucker,” Zeke spits out. He looks at the three men behind him and tips his chin up. They immediately surround Diesel, who is clearly outnumbered. I don’t know what to do or how to help. I can barely breathe let alone attempt to fight these men.

“You picked the wrong guy to run into here,” Diesel growls. You threatened my woman and now I’m going to have to kill you.”

I’m taken aback by his declaration of violence, but a small part of me lit up when he called me his woman.

“No one is dying today,” another voice says. “At least not here.” I recognize him as the President of Deviant Souls, Domino. We’ve only met briefly, but I got good vibes from him. From everybody I’ve met here so far. Until today, of course.

Six or seven big burly Deviant Souls members file into the room in a show of strength. The tension in the air is palpable. It’s like a stand-off in an old Western film, but with more leather and fewer tumbleweeds. Still, I have a feeling everyone has a gun.

“Whatever, fuck this shit,” Zeke says. “I have all the information I need.” He turns his head and gives me a cruel smile. His good eye gleams with violence and revenge.

“I told you not to fucking look at her,” Diesel growls. He steps forward but Domino holds him back.

The unwelcome guests eventually leave, and I take my first full breath since they walked in.

“What the hell was that?”

“Why is Zeke out of prison?

“What the fuck were those cuts they were wearing? Another new club?”

The room erupts in speculation and chatter about what just happened. Everyone’s words bleed together until it’s just a buzzing sound in my head. I don’t know if I’m about to throw up or pass out, but then something breaks through my haze.

“Are you okay, princess?” Diesel asks. I pry one eye open and see him kneeling in front of the chair I’m in. He holds out his hand for me to take. I slip my trembling hand into his, thankful for someone to ground me in this moment.

“Yeah,” I squeak out. “He didn’t touch me or anything. You came out before anything happened. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” he mutters. “I’m the one who put you at risk.” Diesel drops his gaze from mine and stares at the floor in shame.

I squeeze his hand, urging him to look up at me. “It’s not your fault that assholes exist,” I tell him, feeling a little bit more like myself.

Diesel grins and lifts my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss over my knuckles. “You always know what to say.” He stands, still holding my hand, and pulls me up with him. “Let’s get you home. You’ve had a rough day.”

“But what about work?”

“I know the boss. He’ll understand,” Diesel answers with a wink.

“But… don’t you have to deal with… all this?” I ask, gesturing vaguely to the heated discussions happening between the other members.

“Not right now. That’s the Prez’s job. My job is getting you to safety.”

“But–”

“No more buts,” he says firmly. Diesel shocks the hell out of me when he bends down and lifts me, tossing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. The men’s conversations stop, one by one, until the room is silent. “I’m taking Odette home to rest,” he announces.

A few men chuckle while others cheer and whistle. “Caveman,” I whisper-shout as he heads outside.

Diesel nods his head in agreement. “Only for you.” Despite my current position of hanging over his shoulder, I have to crack a smile at his response.

Ten minutes later, we pull into Diesel’s driveway. He helps me off of his bike and steadies me with a hand on my hip. I’ve ridden on his motorcycle a few times now, and I won’t lie, I love it. Being wrapped around Diesel’s hard body, the engine roaring, the leather seat vibrating between my thighs…

“You okay?” Diesel asks. “You look flushed.”

“I’m fine,” I tell him. “Really.” He gives me a skeptical look. “Honestly, I…” I let out a breath and tell him what’s really on my mind. “I’m always really turned on after riding your bike,” I whisper.

Diesel’s eyes widen and then narrow in on me, his gaze wandering up and down my body. My nipples tighten under his scrutiny, becoming sensitive and achy. He steps closer to me, weaving his fingers in my hair and tilting my head up. His nose brushes against mine and I can feel the sexual energy, the tension with every beat of my heart.

“You need something from me, princess?” His voice is low and gravelly and filled with lust.

“I need everything,” I answer truthfully. “I’m ready. I want you so bad–”

Once again, my world turns upside down as Diesel throws me over his shoulder. He smacks my ass and then kneads the soft flesh, making me squirm in his grip.

The next thing I know, I'm falling through the air before my back hits the soft mattress. Diesel falls on top of me, pinning me down with his weight, blanketing me in his strength. His lips are on mine in the next second, his tongue sliding inside my mouth and driving me wild.

He holds himself up with one hand at the side of my head, while his other hand slides down my body, cupping my breast. He squeezes lightly, groaning into my mouth. Then his hand moves lower, gripping my hip, sliding down my thigh until he reaches bare skin. Diesel squeezes me there and groans again, pulling my leg to the side so he can settle between my legs.

“I need to see you naked, but I can’t stop kissing these lips,” he whispers, grinding his jean-covered cock against my core as he kisses me again.

I make some desperate sound in the back of my throat, then tear my mouth away from his, breathing fresh air into my burning lungs. Diesel rests his forehead on mine, taking deep, ragged breaths. Knowing he’s this wound up because of me is even more of a confidence booster.

I push on his chest, giving him a devious grin as he sits up. I follow him, standing right in front of the ripped, Greek god of a man. I tug at his shirt, demanding silently for him to take it off. His eyes flash with wicked intentions that match my own as he pulls his shirt off.

My hands find his chest, my fingers teasing his skin in featherlight touches. Lower, lower, lower my exploration goes, feeling the dips in his defined chest and abs. A shiver runs through his body and into mine, drawing us closer together.

Diesel tips my chin up and kisses me soundly as his fingers find the clip holding my hair in a bun. He takes it out, tangling his fingers in my hair and tugging at the strands. I moan softly when his other hand pulls down the zipper on the back of my dress. Slowly, so slowly, he peels it away, letting the fabric slide down my body.

His mouth finally leaves mine, his eyes roaming down my body. When Diesel meets my gaze once again, he gives me a gentle, reverent look. He’s letting me know he wants to cherish me as much as he wants to devour me. I feel the same.

“You’re so beautiful, Odette,” he murmurs, unclasping my bra and tossing it aside. Diesel bends down and kisses my neck, my collarbone, and lower, licking one nipple and then the other. He kneels in front of me, blazing a trail of kisses down my torso.

I'm trembling by the time his lips reach my mound. He places a sweet kiss there then looks up at me as if asking permission one last time. "Please," I whisper, tangling my fingers in his hair and urging him forward.

A low, guttural sound rumbles up from deep in his chest as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulls them down. Balancing myself on his shoulders, I step out of the last piece of clothing I have, standing naked and unashamed before the man I love.

I gasp softly at that realization, but then I let it wash over me and sink down deep into the core of my being. I love Diesel. And I’m pretty sure he’s half in love with me, too.

“You okay, Odette?”

“More than okay,” I reassure him. “But I think you need to be naked, too, for this to work.”

Diesel grins at me and stands up, pulling my bottom lip through his teeth. “Love that sassy mouth of yours, Odette. It might get you in trouble one of these days.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. But I think you’ll like your punishment.”

My pussy clenches and releases, making more of my arousal drip down my thighs. He’s right. I think I’ll like whatever he does to me.

I'm unable to keep my eyes off his hands, which are working furiously to undo his belt and pants. As soon as he pulls the zipper down, I reach out and tug his jeans and boxers down, eager, desperate, hungry for more. For everything.

Diesel helps me, then grips my hips and walks me backward until my knees hit the edge of the mattress. He cups my face in his hands and brushes his nose up and down mine in the lightest touch.

“I don’t know what happened in your past, princess, but I need you to know I’m your future. Do you trust me?”

“With all of me,” I don’t hesitate to answer. We share a tender moment, so many unspoken words passed back and forth with just one look. Then his hard dick grazes against my center, and just like that, I’m aching for his touch.

Diesel tips his head back and groans when I grab his cock and rub the tip with my thumb, spreading his precum around. “Fuck you feel so good. Can’t wait to get inside this snug little pussy,” he growls, pushing me down on the bed.

I’m expecting him to join me, but he sinks down to his knees instead. Diesel grips my thighs in his large hands and pries my legs apart. I cry out and bow my back off the bed when he presses his thumb over my clit. A sudden powerful burst of pleasure slices through me and rattles me to my core.

My pleasure grows more intense when his tongue slides through my dripping wet folds, licking me and nipping at my sensitive flesh. He nudges my clit with his nose and then spears his tongue into my little hole, scooping out my juices and drinking them down.

Diesel drags his tongue lower, lower, lower until it's teasing my back entrance. I gasp at the filthiness of it all, but the forbidden nature makes me even wetter. He licks around the tight ring of muscles and growls.

"Holy fuck," I whisper. "Ohmygod, Diesel, oh fuck." My whisper turns into a loud moan when the very tip of his tongue pushes inside. He rubs my clit in furious circles, and I grip the sheets, twisting them in my fists as my body expands and contracts. "I'm…"

I shatter before I even finish my sentence. My orgasm rushes through me with such intensity, I shoot up off the bed, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. Diesel shoves me back down with a hand spread out over my stomach. He holds me there, making me feel all of it, every last drop of bliss.

He grunts in satisfaction, crawling up my body and crashing his mouth down on mine in a passionate kiss. “Needed your taste on my tongue before I fuck you.”

Leaning back slightly, he gathers my hands and guides them over my head. Pinning my wrists down, Diesel drags his cock through my folds, coating himself in my cream before lining up with my entrance.

“Ready, Odette?”

“So ready,” I breathe out.

“I know this is your first time, right?” he asks. I nod, trying not to feel foolish. When Diesel’s eyes turn dark, I know I have nothing to be ashamed of. He likes it. “I’m going to be so good to you, sweetheart. I promise. Do you trust me?”

I nod again and wiggle my hips, wanting him inside me right this second.

As if sensing my desperate need, Diesel kisses me as he thrusts all the way inside, tearing through the last barrier between us. I tense up at the slight pinch deep in my core, holding my breath until it passes.

“I’m sorry I had to hurt you,” he whispers, though he sounds like he’s in a different kind of pain. I open my eyes and stare into his deep, dark green irises.

“I’m okay,” I promise him. “I wanted it to be you. I want you so bad, please don’t stop.”

“I’m gonna make you feel so good. I’ll take care of you, Odette. Always.”

I nod my head and clench around his hard length, making him groan. I’m so full, stretched to the point of pain, but in the best way possible. It heightens my pleasure, sparks my nerves, and makes me thrust my hips, taking him deeper.

“Then do it, already,” I practically growl at him. Diesel chuckles, and I feel the vibrations with every inch of me, inside and out.

He leans down and kisses along the side of my neck, biting down gently on my pulse point. I writhe beneath him, pleasure taking over the pain. Diesel pulls out almost all the way, hovering above me and driving me crazy.

Diesel gives me a dark, delicious look before thrusting back inside me. His thickness scrapes along my walls, the friction like striking a match as instant, overwhelming heat engulfs me. I bow my back and push against his hand still holding my wrists, grateful for some kind of anchor in the raging storm of sensations.

He pulls my leg higher up on his hip, changing the angle. I whimper as his cock slides against some magical place inside me that has me sobbing his name louder with each thrust. Diesel snaps his hips against mine, grinding his pelvis against my clit while hitting that spot over and over.

Diesel grunts my name every time his balls slap against my ass. I can feel him losing control, his strokes becoming deeper, harder, so damn rough. I love it. I convulse as he thrusts into me relentlessly. The exquisite pleasure bordering on pain builds and builds, higher and higher, one more, one more, again, again… until I break. Shards of pleasure cut me and heal me as I cry out for him over and over.

My orgasm rips through me, holding my body hostage, forcing me to feel every wave of bliss until tears drip down my face and I’m a sweaty, soaking mess beneath him. Diesel stays still, buried deep inside my spasming pussy.

When the last of my pleasure leaves me, Diesel growls and slams into me, letting go of my wrists and sliding his hand down my body. He squeezes my breast, leaning down and bringing the nipple to his mouth and lavishing it with attention until I’m shaking beneath him.

“Oh, god, Diesel,” I choke out. I claw at his back as he rips me apart in the best way possible. Each gut-twisting stroke winds me up higher and higher, until I’m right on the precipice, teetering on the edge.

His hips stutter as he loses his rhythm and starts rutting into me. Diesel's fingers dig into my hips as my nails bite into his skin, both of us clinging to this tension-filled pleasure. A shiver runs through me, followed by another and another until I'm shaking violently.

We both cry out as his hot seed spills into me. Wave after wave of his cum splashes into my cunt and then drips out, and still, there’s more. My pussy snaps around him as I sob out my climax.

I’m gasping for air as I float back down to earth, the oxygen burning my lungs and yet somehow sending jolts of pleasure to my clit. Diesel buries his face into the side of my neck, and I wrap my arms around his torso, keeping him on top of me while we catch our breath.

"You're perfect," he whispers. "You're all mine." I nod and pull him closer until most of his weight is resting on top of me. Diesel seems to understand my needs almost better than I do. He surrounds me with his strength, blanketing me in his warmth. "I'm right here, beautiful. I've got you."

We stay attached as long as we can, but I start to shiver from the sweat drying on my body. Diesel rolls over and drags me with, tucking me into his side. My eyelids grow heavy and my body melts into his. I’m vaguely aware of Diesel pulling the covers over us, but I’m too tired, too worn out to even look.

“Get some sleep now.. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

I nod, feeling safe, warm, and completely satisfied on every level. As I drift off to sleep, I swear I hear Diesel say he loves me. I want to say it back, but sleep takes me before I get a chance.