Broken Soul (Deviant Souls MC #3)

11. Diesel

11

DIESEL

I finish drying the last of the dishes from breakfast, smiling to myself as I scrub the burnt oatmeal from the bottom of the pot. Odette has been taking good care of me these last three weeks, but bless her heart, she's a terrible cook. Good thing the doctor gave me the all-clear this morning to resume normal activities such as cooking and cleaning. I asked him about other physical activities, and he laughed good-naturedly before giving me the go-ahead.

Thank Christ. I’ve been going crazy to finally be with Odette in the most intimate way again. It’s more than chasing our pleasure, it’s everything. Connecting with her, feeling her surrender to me, hearing her unrestrained cries of passion… God, I miss it. I miss her.

My phone rings, pulling me from my thoughts. Lorenzo’s name pops up on the screen and I immediately answer.

“Hey,” I greet him. “What’s up?”

“Just checking in. I heard you’re on the mend and you’re able to resume normal activities.” I don’t even question how he got that piece of information. Like me, Lorenzo has numerous contacts and connections.

“You heard correctly,” I tell him. “Thanks again for your help. My brothers and I are indebted to you.”

“And I’ll call in the favor when the time comes,” he promises. I don’t doubt he will. I’ll be there for him the same way he was there for me. “Any trouble down your way after everything went down?”

“I honestly was in and out of it for a few days. Domino took care of the details and it appears no one will miss the lowlives we buried in the sand.”

“Not exactly we , right? Someone went and got shot up as an excuse to get out of doing manual labor.”

“Did you just crack a joke?” I tease.

“Don’t tell anyone.” His tone is ice-cold but I can hear the smirk beneath his voice. “Oh shit,” he suddenly says, the conversation shifting.

“What’s wrong?”

“She wasn’t supposed to be here today,” he says more to himself than to me. “Fuck, she can’t know I’m here. She can’t know I’ve been following her.”

“Who?”

“No one. Nothing. Never mind.”

“Uh-huh,” I say unconvincingly. “Stalker, much?”

“I’m not stalking her. It’s for her own protection.”

“Which is it? Are you not stalking her or are you stalking her for her own protection?”

“Shut up, smart ass. Gotta go.”

“Fill me in on the details later.”

“Don’t count on it.”

I chuckle as he hangs up. I miss Lorenzo and his subtle sense of humor that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. I hope whoever he's totally not stalking is safe. I'll have to follow up on that next time I call.

Odette walks into the living room, bringing a smile to my face. My woman is always gorgeous, but today she’s absolutely radiant. Glowing, even. When I take a closer look at her face, however, my smile drops. She looks anxious as she wraps her arms around her torso and peers around the room for me.

“Everything okay?” I ask as I take a few steps toward her.

“Um, well… So… I mean, I…” She huffs out a breath and squeezes her eyes shut.

I close the distance between us, taking her hands in mine. “Come to the couch, sweetheart,” I encourage as I gently lead her in that direction.

I sit down and Odette does the same, turning so she’s facing me. Her hands are fidgeting in her lap and she won’t look at me.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s wrong.” Finally, Odette looks up at me, tears streaming down her beautiful face. I reach out and wipe her tears away with my thumbs. “No more crying, please. You’re breaking my damn heart. “ I take her hand in mine and trace my thumb over her knuckles.

She inhales slowly and then lets it all out.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispers.

What? I can’t possibly have heard her right.

“You’re…”

“Pregnant,” she says again, a little louder this time. “I’m on the pill, but I know that’s not guaranteed. I just…I didn’t plan for this, I didn’t mean to trap you or whatever. And you’re not obligated to do anything. I don’t want anything from you. I can do this on my own.”

Now that pisses me off. Does she really think I’m the kind of guy that would leave her? Or is she trying to use this as a reason to leave me?

“You don’t want anything from me?” I grit out. “You think you’re doing this on your own ?” I know my tone is angry, but I can’t seem to help it. As soon as I see her face fall and shoulders slump, I feel like an asshole.

“I-I…I’m…” She chokes out a sob and I pull her into my arms.

“I love you so much,” I say while stroking her back. “We’re having a kid,” I whisper in awe. I pull back and tilt her head up. “You thought I’d be mad? You thought I’d leave you?”

Fresh tears pour down her cheeks and it fucking guts me. “I’m sorry. This is all so overwhelming. We never talked about it. About any of it.”

I lean down and press my lips to hers. I can’t hear any more of her doubts. Each one pains me. At first, Odette doesn’t kiss me back, which hurts like hell. But then, tentatively, her lips move against mine. I cradle her head in my hands and break the kiss, resting my forehead on hers.

“I want this, Odette. I want you. I’m keeping you, sweetheart. Forever and always. I don’t care where you go, I’ll be with you. You can’t get rid of me now, remember?”

“Really?”

“Fuck yeah. You and me. And our kid. We’re having a fucking kid!” I say with more excitement this time. It’s finally sinking in.

I kiss her again briefly, then trail my lips down her jaw, neck, and collarbone. I gently push her back so she’s lying down on the couch and continue my trail of kisses down between her perfect tits. I can’t wait to see them swell up. Fuck, now that I’m thinking about it, I can’t wait to see her pregnant.

My lips trail down her ribcage and then I lift up her shirt and kiss her belly. Resting my forehead there, it finally clicks into place. This is everything. We’re starting a family together. She’s fucking mine , all mine, and now she’s tied to me in every way. Well, almost every way. I’ll go out and get a ring tomorrow.

I close my eyes when Odette’s fingers weave into my hair and massage my scalp. “You’re growing my baby in there,” I whisper against the soft skin of her belly before kissing it again.

“Yeah,” she giggles.

I look up, hoping to see that sparkle in her eyes again. I hate that I ever made her think I would ditch her, for any reason, let alone something as life-changing as this. To my delight, she's smiling down at me, a real, genuine smile that warms me up.

“That’s so fucking sexy,” I growl. And it is. Jesus, I want nothing more than to be inside of her right this fucking second.

“It is?”

Instead of answering her, I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants and panties, peeling both of them down her legs to reveal her perfect, pink little pussy. Without any warning, I dive into her sweet perfection, licking up her slit and circling her clit.

Odette cries out in surprise at the unexpected invasion, but soon I taste her arousal. I suck and lick and nip at her folds, her thighs, her hard little clit. She’s soaking me, my face sloppy with her juices. I fucking love it. She comes hard and fast, her pussy pulsing around my tongue as I lap up her release.

“Again,” I growl into her tight, hot cunt.

Odette moans as her hips buck, grinding herself against my mouth. I grab her hips and pull her even closer until I'm suffocating inside her sweet heat. I lick her clit again and again until my tongue is numb. She sucks in a huge breath and then cries out her climax. I crawl up her body and kiss her, hard and deep. She takes everything I give her, moaning at her taste in my mouth.

Not wasting any more time, I rip her flimsy t-shirt down the middle, loving the fact that she’s not wearing a bra. Odette giggles at first, but then moans as I suck one tit into my mouth. She bows her back off the couch, thrusting her chest further into me. I kiss and lick my way to her other breast and give it the same attention.

I leave her briefly, only to unbuckle my belt and pull off my jeans and underwear. I grab one of her ankles and place it over the back of the couch while the other one rests on my shoulder, spreading her wide open for me. Looking down at this stunning woman, chest heaving, pussy dripping, blue eyes fogged over with lust, I can’t help but groan.

“So fucking beautiful. God, you’re perfect, Odette.”

I line myself up and enter her tight little channel in one long thrust. I growl, just feeling her silky heat against my aching cock. Odette throws her head back and claws at the couch cushions. She gushes for me, making it easy to slide in and out of her. I pick up my pace, needing her to come again, needing to show her how much I love her, how I’m never leaving her.

“Mine,” I grunt as I piston in and out of her.

“Y-yours, oh, fuck, fuck, Diesel, I can’t hold on…”

Her orgasm slams into her, causing her body to shake and convulse beneath me. “Jesus Christ, that’s it.”

I fuck her through her orgasm as she whimpers and writhes. I can’t hold off much longer, but I don’t want this to end. I want to be inside of her forever.

I pull out of her as she moans, snapping her eyes open and searing me with her lustful gaze. Standing up, I pull her into me and spin her around, guiding her to lean over the arm of the couch. I grab her hair and push her forward onto her elbows. I press my cock against her soaking wet pussy, her previous releases dripping down her thighs. I tease her as I wait for the exact, right moment.

My cock spurts cum at the sight of Odette bent over the couch for me. I grit my teeth and take a calming breath, trying to keep my shit together. I need her to come one more time. Ten more times. A thousand more times. But for now, I’ll settle for her fourth orgasm of the day.

“Diesel, please, please get inside of me.”

“Fuck, baby, you know I’ll always give you what you need.”

I tease her a little longer, rubbing my cock up and down her slit. When she starts shaking and whimpering, I slam my thick dick deep inside of her, triggering another orgasm. I roar with pride over how much pleasure I can give my woman, and how well she takes all of me.

My hips snap as I buck and thrust, my heavy balls slapping her pussy. Every time we join together, we make the most obscene and glorious wet, smacking sounds. It makes me impossibly harder.

I can’t tell if she’s having one long orgasm or if she’s had five more, but her pussy has been squeezing and snapping around me the entire time. I loop my arm around her waist, holding her up just as she starts to collapse. I give one more hard thrust before fucking exploding inside of her.

It’s so intense, so fucking everything. I keep emptying into her, coming harder than I ever have. Each rope of cum feels like it’s taking a part of my very soul, draining me and pouring more of me into her. I’ll give her everything. There is no me without her.

Finally, fucking finally , I’m completely spent. I curl my body over hers, covering her back with my front as I kiss the back of her neck, loving the salty taste of her sweat.

Odette is shaking in my arms, panting and sweating and well-fucked.

“You okay, sweetheart?” I whisper into her ear.

“I… fuck,” she breathes out. “S-so good. Can’t feel my legs.”

I chuckle and then stand up, pulling out of her swollen, soaked pussy. Spinning her around again, I scoop Odette up into my arms. She’s a rag doll, and I chuckle again, kissing her forehead before collapsing on the couch with her in my lap.

She curls up into my chest and rests her head in the crook of my neck.

“I love you, princess. Nothing will ever change that. You are my family, my home, my whole damn world. I’ll do whatever I can to prove that to you.”

She nods and kisses my neck. “I know,” she whispers into my skin. “I know that. You’re my…you’re my family.” Her voice cracks on that last word, making me hold her even tighter. “I was just scared. But I want this more than anything. And I want it with you.”

We sit like that for god knows how long, the air thick with sex and promises of forever. It’s the most perfect moment. One of many to come now that our life is finally starting together. I can’t wait to see what the future holds.