Broken Soul (Deviant Souls MC #3)

8. Odette

8

ODETTE

I roll over in bed, adjusting my position for the hundredth time. It doesn’t help. I’m restless and fidgety yet exhausted. A miserable combination if there ever was one. Taking a deep breath, I focus on relaxing my forehead and unclenching my jaw.

I continue scanning my body for tension and attempting to relax my muscles. How many nights did I lie awake in the trailer with racing thoughts? Too many to count. I learned the body scan technique from a school counselor several years ago and it’s helped in these moments of stress and panic. My fingers loosen their death grip on the sheets and I rest my hands on my stomach while taking controlled breaths.

I’ve been with Diesel for a week now, and he’s somehow made me forget about the whole reason for going on the run. Early this morning, however, my anxiety choked me awake with flashes of that horrible night. What are my mom and Steve doing now? Has she even noticed I’ve been gone? Maybe Steve used my absence as an excuse to go on a bender with her so she didn’t ask too many questions.

“Princess?” comes Diesel’s groggy voice. I smile at his pet name for me. I didn’t think I was the type of person to enjoy stuff like that, but I find I love it coming from my man.

“Sorry if I woke you up,” I whisper.

“It’s okay. What’s on your mind? You’ve been tossing and turning all night.”

“Sorry,” I say again.

“Hey,” Diesel says softly. “There’s nothing to apologize for.” He scoots closer to me on the bed and opens his arms for me. I immediately snuggle into his chest and bury my face between his neck and shoulder, breathing in his woodsy scent. “I’ve got you, precious girl.”

Something about his sweet, calming words has me bursting into tears. Diesel holds me closer, an arm wrapped around my back while he cradles the nape of my neck, massaging me there. He doesn’t speak, but he doesn’t have to. His presence is enough.

I cling to him, my anchor in the storm of emotions rising up from the depths of my soul. Diesel rocks me gently in his arms, soothing me with every tender touch and softly spoken word.

“I’m right here, Odette. I’m not going anywhere.”

My tears eventually dry up and my trembling subsides. All the while, Diesel strokes my back and presses sweet kisses to my forehead and temples.

"I-I'm…" I hiccup before I can get the words out.

"You're perfect," he finishes for me. I shake my head, no, but Diesel nods yes, our noses brushing together and making me smile ever so much. How is he adorable and sweet and dangerously sexy at the same time? "Can you tell me what you were thinking about? What made you cry, beautiful?"

I take a deep breath and blow it out, melting further into Diesel’s embrace. He’s blanketing me in his strength, giving me the courage to tell him the truth.

“I was thinking about the night I left,” I whisper. I’m not sure he heard me, but then he nuzzles into the side of my neck and grazes his lips against the shell of my ear.

“You can trust me with your story,” he murmurs. “I’ll protect all the shattered pieces of your heart and put you back together. I promise. All you have to do is let me.”

I nibble my bottom lip, searching for the right words. “I grew up with my mom in a trailer park in Arizona,” I start. “I remember her drinking a lot and having a hard time keeping a job. Then she met Steve .” I spit out his name like a dirty word.

“Steve?” Diesel asks, his muscles tightening as he senses my anguish and anger.

“He introduced my mother to pills. Oxycontin, Adderall, and everything in between. He gave her a job, too. Distributing pills and collecting payments.”

“Jesus,” he grunts, holding me closer.

“Yeah. Not a great guy. I knew I had to leave and I had a plan to do so after saving up more money. I babysat, walked dogs, and did odd jobs around the trailer park when people needed something done. Basically, any job that paid in cash.”

“Then something happened to move the plan up?”

I nod and curl up against his chest, resting my ear over his heart. Listening to the steady rhythm grounds me even when thinking about that awful night.

“I was asleep in my room when something woke me up with a start. I remember looking around in the darkness for whatever it was, then seeing a sliver of light streaming through my partially closed door. He… he was standing there. Watching me.”

“Steve?” Diesel growls. I nod. “Fucking Christ,” he mutters.

“Our eyes locked and he lifted his beer to his chapped lips, finishing it off in one large swig. Without breaking eye contact, Steve opened the door wider, though he didn’t enter my room. He just… stood there. My skin was crawling and I didn’t know what was going to happen. How long was he standing there? How many nights did he watch me sleep? What was he planning to do if I stayed? Why…”

“Breathe for me, sweetheart,” Diesel whispers. “You’re safe now. I’d die before letting him touch you or look at you again. That’s a promise.”

“Don’t die,” I plead quietly.

This makes Diesel chuckle slightly. “I’m not planning on it. Especially now that I’ve found you.”

I kiss his cheek and then snuggle back down into his open arms. “Anyway. Steve walked away after a few intense moments and I never went back to sleep. I spent the rest of the night packing everything I could fit into my duffel bag, then snuck out in the early hours of the morning when I knew my mom and Steve would still be passed out from their night of partying. I drove and drove and drove until…”

“Until you found your new home,” murmurs. I nod and kiss him on the cheek again. Diesel turns his head, kissing me for real. We get lost in each other, giving and taking, our tongues and bodies tangled together as we break and heal together. “I know what we need,” he says once we break apart. I give him a questioning look while catching my breath. “A shower.”

I grin and nod, letting him pull me out of bed and down the hallway. Once inside, Diesel grabs my hips and draws me in for another kiss, this one hungrier and more demanding than the last. I claw at his chest and then push him away from me, needing to be naked and in the shower with him right this second.

Diesel groans, then swiftly pulls the shirt off my body, along with my panties.

He pulls the shirt off my body along with my panties.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Odette. I don’t even know where to start.”

“How about start by taking your clothes off, too?” I tease.

In record time, Diesel rips his clothes off and is naked before me. He really is stunning. I love his broad shoulders and defined pecs, the corded muscles in his arms, and all of his strength that he uses to protect and surprisingly comfort me. And then there's his cock. His glorious monster cock that stretched me so good last time, hitting places inside of me I didn't even know existed. Without even thinking, I lick my lips.

“See something you like?”

I look up and Diesel is grinning at me. “Yeah,” I say before pulling him down for a kiss.

It’s explosive, our tongues warring for control as his hands stroke my body up and down. He cups my ass and lifts me up, walking us toward the shower, never breaking the kiss.

Only when he sets me down, do we both come up for air.

"Fuck, baby. I'm addicted to your kisses. Your curves. Everything about you." Diesel licks my neck and then nips at the sensitive spot below my ear. He sucks one of my breasts in his mouth while flicking the nipple on my other breast with his thumb. Everything he does drives me crazy with want and need.

“Ah, yes…” I moan.

Diesel kisses lower, kneeling before me. His hands rest on my hips, guiding me backward so I'm leaning against the wall of the shower.

“Need to eat up this pretty little pussy before I claim you once again, Odette.”

I moan at his words, loving the dirty way he’s talking to me. He nips at my hip bone and blazes a trail of kisses to my other hip bone, where he sucks and nibbles the skin. His hands massage my ass, then grip lower on my thighs. Diesel guides one leg up over his shoulder, giving him complete access to my soaked pussy.

I feel exposed, but not in a bad way. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. He looks like he’s about to go out of his mind with need, and I feel the same. He turns his head and sinks his teeth into the thigh that is slung over his shoulder, kissing away the sting.

“Are you wet for me, princess?”

I nod and dig my fingers into his hair, urging him forward.

He chuckles. “You want it bad, don’t you, Odette? Want my tongue inside your juicy pussy?”

Before I can reply, he devours me.

He flattens his tongue and runs it from my entrance to my clit. Again. Again. I buck my hips and moan his name.

Diesel grunts in approval and then spears his tongue deep inside my channel, causing my velvet walls to pulse around him and release a wave of wetness. Diesel growls and I feel the vibrations echoing off every nerve in my body.

He pulls his tongue out and thrusts it back in, fucking me with his mouth while rubbing my clit with his thumb. It’s almost too much, I feel myself getting close already. So close…

Diesel withdraws his tongue and finger and I cry out at the loss.

“I’ve got you, baby. I’ll always take care of you.”

He licks my tight ball of nerves, drawing figure eights with his tongue, over and over. And then he slams two fingers in my hole and my body jerks, my back arching off of the wall.

Diesel moves his other hand from my hip to my stomach, spreading his fingers out and keeping me pinned to the wall, while also intensifying the pressure I feel building again in my lower abdomen.

“D-don’t stop, please…”

He pumps his fingers faster, curling them up and hitting my most sensitive spot. My thighs jerk together and he strokes the spot again.

“Ah, ah, too much…”

“I’ve got you, let go for me. I want to taste every drop.”

He returns his attention to my clit, alternating between fast, slow, hard, and soft licks. Then, he sucks my little nub into his mouth and softly bites down. That's it. My orgasm rips through me.

“Oh fuck, Diesel!” I nearly scream.

He replaces his fingers with his tongue, lapping up all of my cum as my pussy convulses around him, squeezing his tongue as he massages my swollen and sensitive channel. I can feel the stress melt off of my bones and pool in my core, dripping out of me as Diesel sucks it all in.

The last of my orgasm fades and I slump against Diesel. He stands up and kisses me, long and deep, slow and passionate. He slides his hands up to my hips and I throw my arms around his neck, forcing the kiss to go deeper.

He finally breaks the kiss and nuzzles my neck, kissing my shoulder.

“Goddamn, baby. Love watching you come apart in my hands, in my mouth. Fucking beautiful.”

He lifts his head and rests it on my forehead. We’re both breathing heavily, sharing the same air, the same intensity.

I slide my hands down his neck, over his chest, down his well-defined abs, and grip his hard cock. He hisses and throws his head back. “Need to be inside you,” he grunts out.

Before I can respond, he captures my mouth in a frantic kiss, all teeth and tongue, and fire, while guiding me backward until my back hits the wall. He breaks the kiss to lift me up into his arms. My legs automatically wrap around his hips and I feel his hard cock rub up and down my slit.

“Yes,” I moan, grinding against him.

He growls but continues to slide his length through my folds, not penetrating me. His cock slides across my clit, winding that coil deep within tighter and tighter with each stroke.

His mouth roams over my neck, chest, nipples, and everywhere in between. The heat of his tongue and the sting of his teeth pepper my skin and set my nerves on fire. My fingers tangle in his hair as I hold on for dear life.

Finally, finally, he thrusts his cock deep inside of me while biting down on my nipple. The coil snaps and I instantly come, pulsing and shaking in his arms. My scream is caught in my throat, I forget to breathe, and all I can do is drown in wave after wave of pleasure as it washes over me and leaks out from between my thighs.

“Jesus Christ, Odette, love feeling you from the inside out. So sexy. Fuck, you feel so good.”

Diesel licks my neck and nibbles at my pulse point. His lips brush the shell of my ear. “Breathe, baby girl, take a breath for me,”

I drag air into my lungs, the oxygen pulling pleasure along with it while traveling into my bloodstream and coursing throughout my body. Diesel chuckles as he pulls my earlobe through his teeth.

“You’re so sensitive. I love it. Love seeing you lost in pleasure.”

All I can do is moan at this point.

“I have to move, baby.”

And with that, he pulls out and slams back into me, setting a punishing pace. His fingers tighten around my thighs as he holds me in place, pounding into me again and again. It hurts so fucking good, feeling his cock stretch me, his fingers bruise me, his teeth sink into me.

I tilt my head back and he covers my mouth with his, swallowing my cries in an all-consuming kiss. He rests his forehead on mine and grunts with each thrust of his hips. I didn't think I had anything left in me, but I feel the pressure building again in my core, quickly overwhelming me as my legs start to shake.

What is this man doing to me?

Diesel pulls his head back enough to look me in the eyes. His gaze is so intense, but I can’t look away.

“Come for me, Odette. One more time. I need you to let go.” I close my eyes as I reach the point of no return. “Eyes on me, Odette. I want to watch you drown in ecstasy.”

I snap my eyes open right as pleasure overtakes my body. Diesel’s cock swells inside of me and explodes as another wave of pleasure vibrates through me, through him, through us, breathing, pulsing together as one.

“ Fuck , Odette, Odette…” he chants my name over and over as the last of our orgasm slips away, dripping down between us.

The moment lasts forever. We never break eye contact, and I can see every emotion Diesel is feeling, just like I know he can see all of me in this moment, so raw and unfiltered.

Diesel sets me down, keeping one hand around my waist while his other hand goes behind me, bracing himself on the wall. We’re both still shaking, and it seems Diesel is about as unsteady as I am on my feet right now.

He tucks me into his chest, resting his forehead on the wall, covering me with his entire body like he's shielding me from everything outside of this moment. I place a gentle kiss on his chest before burying my head there and wrapping my arms around his waist.

Neither one of us says a word as we separate. Diesel grabs the body wash and pours some in his hand before rubbing it all over my body, taking in every curve with such reverence. I do the same to him, soaping up his chest and arms, taking time to memorize the contours of his body.

He turns the water off and dries me with a fluffy towel, then pauses to cup my face in his hands, gently wiping away tears with his thumbs. I didn’t even know I was crying.

I look into his green eyes and see such tenderness there, such depth. I try to look away but he turns my face back toward his.

“I felt it too, Odette. That was…”

“Everything,” I finish for him.

He nods and rests his forehead on mine.

“Don’t hurt me,” I whisper.

“Never, sweetheart. Never.”

He scoops me up in his arms and walks over to the bed, tucking me in. “You need some more sleep. It’s been a rough night and I think I just drained you of all your energy,” he says with a wink.

Diesel kisses me sweetly on the forehead and then I feel him crawl in behind me and wrap me up in his arms. Diesel curls around me and I feel…complete.