Diesel (Aces MC Series Book 1) (10 page)

I looked over at James, “I appreciate your help man. If you
look after her, I’ll be in your debt.” James smiled, “I’m a doctor and helping
people is what I do. I can’t promise anything until I’ve taken a look at her
but I’ll do my best.” That was good enough for me. I nodded and shut the door
behind me.

Spike, Duke, Hound and myself were at the bar, trying to
relax whilst they worked on my baby. “We buried Hawke in the usual place.”
Hound said calmly taking a sip of his drink. “What about Patch?” I asked,
hoping that I would have the opportunity to relieve some of my tension by kicking
the shit out of him. “He’s alive.” Duke said coldly. “I want to give Harlow the
opportunity to decide what we do with him, once she’s better.” I looked at Duke,
not understanding what he was saying. “Harlow expressed that she would like to
see their final breaths. She saw Hawke die directly in front of her, I’ll give
her the choice regarding Patch.” I let out a low whistle. “Do you think that’s
wise, after all she’s been through?” I was getting annoyed with his flippant
comments. “It may be the only way she can get over all this shit Diesel. Think
about it before you kick off.” I rubbed my forehead trying to relieve some of
the tension.

We discussed Flex and that there will be no further
repercussions. Duke explained that Flex had beaten Patch and was about to deal
with Hawke but we turned up. His story seemed to match but he would be kept
under surveillance. Flex said that the majority of Skulls had lost faith in
Hawke over recent years. He was going to inform members at church that Hawke
and Patch had murdered Trigger and then the club would start to rebuild. I was
happy enough with that but we would be putting the club under strict
surveillance.

Tyler, the now longest serving Prospect was showing the new
recruits Buster and Ramsey, how to run the bar. We sat in silence waiting for what
felt like a lifetime, when James walked into the room joining us at the bar.
“It’s a clean break. I’ve realigned the bones and applied a plaster cast. She’ll
need between 6-8 weeks to recover.” He blew out a long breath and sat at the
bar. “Get him a drink Buster.” Duke said tapping on the bar. “Can I see her?” I
asked standing from my chair. James looked up at me, “Yeah, she’s asking for
you.”

“I thought I’d lost you babe.” I said grabbing for her good
hand as I sat on the chair next to her bed. She looked over at me with wide eyes.
“What’s up babe?” I started to panic as Ink began to cry. Not just a whimper
but a fall heart felt sob. I tried to cuddle her as best as I could, trying not
to hurt her. I stayed quiet and just let her cry in my arms. I didn’t want to
push her and thought it best to let her start the conversation when she felt
ready.

Eventually her sobs softened and I loosened my hold on her.
I wiped her tears with my thumbs and pushed the hair back out of her eyes.
Sitting back down in the chair, I held her hand waiting for her to initiate
conversation.

“I’m sorry.” She said in a whisper. I rubbed the back of her
hand, “Sorry for what babe?” What could she possibly be sorry about? “I tried
my best to get away but he was too strong. Jimmy tried to protect me.” She
removed her hand from mine and started to rub her forehead.

“Ink, this is not your fault. Hawke was a fucking lunatic, to
think that he could pressure someone into loving him.” I grabbed her hand
pulling it to my lips. “You made it clear that you weren’t interested and he
paid the ultimate price.” Tears started to flow down her cheeks again. “Jimmy’s
death is not on you babe. Patch made that choice and he has also paid the
price.” We sat in silence for a while. “I thought that you’d blame me for
Jimmy’s death and resent me for it.” Ink looked up into my eyes. She touched my
face with her good hand and I leaned into her touch. Never had a woman made me
feel the way she did.

“I thought I’d lost you tonight and that I’d never be able
to tell you how I feel.” Her tears continued to stream down her face. “I love
you Ink, more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my whole life. I want to be there
for you always and I want you to be my old lady.” I leant over and kissed her
lips taking her by surprise.

There was a knock on the door and Spike entered the room
before I had time to tell him to fuck off! “Amy’s at the bar Diesel, asking for
you.” I didn’t take my eyes off Ink as she lay there shocked by what I’d just
said. Once she’d composed herself she closed her mouth slightly, licking her
delicious lips. Heat rushed through my body and I wanted to fuck her there and
then despite her injuries. Ink’s eyes flickered between Spike and I, “You
better go and see what she wants. I’ll catch up with Spike while you’re gone.” 
I bent down to kiss her on the forehead before turning and walking out of the
room.

Harlow

I looked up at Spike standing hesitantly in the middle of
the room. “Thank you.” I said quietly raising my good hand, flexing my fingers
to try and encourage him over to where I was laying. He moved slowly and sat
down beside me, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

“You gave us all a fright, Ink.” Spike said looking at me
with red rimmed watery eyes. I stroked his cheek gently, wiping the lone tear
that ran down his face. “You saved me Spike. I’m forever in your debt.” I
smiled trying to get him to lighten up.

This was the first time that another member of the club had
called me ’Ink’ and I understood the importance. I had now been accepted which
gave me a warm feeling inside. He let out a loud sigh, “I just want you
recovered and back to work as soon as possible. I’ve missed your arse around
the place.”  I started to laugh, holding my ribs as I chuckled. “Not looking
like this!” I said running my fingers through my awful hair. Spike started to
laugh, “You may have a point. There’s a new salon that’s opened on the high
street. I’ll take you there when you’re better, my treat.” We sat there in comfortable
silence. I could feel my eyes getting heavy but felt safe with Spike sitting
next to me, now holding my hand.

Diesel

I entered the bar to find James and Amy deep in
conversation. She looked round meeting my eyes before jumping off the stall and
into my arms. “Jimmy!” She said as she began to cry in my embrace. I cupped the
back of her head, keeping her close trying to comfort her. She’d gotten closer
to Jimmy over recent weeks, not that it was anything romantic. They’d developed
a close bond whilst looking out for Ink so this was going to really cut her up.
I let her sob and eventually she quietened down and composed herself, wiping
her eyes as we settled back at the bar.

“How’s Harlow doing?” Amy asked hiccupping with tears still
trickling slowly down her face. “It’s gonna take her 6-8 weeks to heal
physically but who knows how long emotionally after what she’s been through.”
We sat there for a while in silence, contemplating today’s events as I
continued to comfort Amy.

Spike entered the room and walked up to the bar to join us.
“That’s one brave girl you have there Diesel.” I nodded agreeing with his
comment. “Is she up for visitors?” Amy asked getting up from her chair. “She’s
just fallen asleep, probably best to leave her.” Spike said pouring himself a
drink. “I’m gonna go home then and call back in the morning as I’m not feeling
very sociable. I got a cab here because my car’s playing up. Can anyone give me
a lift home?”

I looked around the room seeing the guys either drunk,
exhausted or being serviced by the club whores, James must have seen my hesitation.
“Where are you going?” He asked looking at Amy. “It’s okay I don’t want to put
you out James.” Amy said blushing slightly. “It’s fine, where do you need to
go?” James said standing from his chair getting his keys out of his pocket. I
found his tone forceful and was surprised to see that Amy didn’t mind. “I live
in Epping, I’d appreciate a lift.” James looked at Duke, “Is that okay?” He
asked waiting for a response. I appreciated that he wanted to see her home
safely. “I know Diesel feels he owes you, for helping Harlow but I don’t owe
you shit. You do anything to Amy that she doesn’t want you to do and you’ll
answer to me. Are we clear?” Duke said standing with his hands in his pocket
looking menacing. “Crystal!” James answered.

Rolling her eyes Amy walked out of the club house with
James’ hand resting on her lower back. I looked at Duke, “A little over the
top, don’t you think?” I said sniggering. “Just keeping him on his toes, until
I figure him out.”

An hour later, Spike wheeled Ink into the bar. “You okay
babe, I thought you were sleeping?” I asked bending down in front of the wheel
chair. She was black and blue, her hair was a mess where it had been cut and
she had several bandages covering her wounds. But this remarkable woman in
front of me was still beautiful in every sense of the word.

“I needed to get out of that room and see you.” Ink said
grabbing for my hand. “Can we talk?” I got up and wheeled Ink to the corner of
the room, out of earshot of everyone. “What’s up babe?” I asked not really
wanting to hear what she had to say as her tone worried me.

“Did you mean what you said earlier about me being your old
lady?” She couldn’t look at me as she spoke and I knew that if she could stand,
she would be nervously swinging her leg back and forth. God I loved this woman.
I placed my hand under her chin lifting it slowly, looking into her beautiful
eyes. “I meant every fucking word of it babe. I want to spend the rest of my life
with you.” With that declaration of love, I leant over and kissed her on the
lips like my life depended on it. When I pulled away, the bar erupted with
whoops, laughter and clapping.

“Can I have some quiet please?” I said raising my hands and
standing so everyone could see. “Ink has just agreed to be my old lady. I know
we need to vote on this but…” Duke stood and walked over to the pair of us. “We
don’t need to vote about shit man, welcome to the family Ink.” He leant over
and kissed her on the forehead to more cheers and laughter.

Harlow

“Why does it take women so long to get ready?” Spike said aloud
so I could hear. “I’m not going out with my hair looking like this, I need to
find a hat.” I screamed searching through my draws. Spike was being patient but
I couldn’t stall any longer. I reluctantly put the baseball cap on and slowly
walked into the living room. Spike stood when he saw me. “You would look
beautiful in a black sack, Ink. Now hurry up, we’re gonna be late.” He placed
his hand on my lower back and gently directed me out the door, closing it
behind him. “You still haven’t told me where we’re going.” I was trying to fold
my arms and pout like a petulant child. “It’s a surprise! Now get your arse in
the van.” I managed to get in but Spike had to lean over and put my seatbelt on
as I was still wearing a full arm cast.

We slowly drove down the high street, parking in a reserved
spot that read ‘Elite’. I was still a little mystified to where he was taking
me but he was like a child at Christmas so I just went with the flow.

“Ta-Dah!” Spike said with his arms held out wide. I looked
past him to see a new hair salon. “I know that your hair has been getting you
down lately, so I booked you into the salon.” His beaming smile was infectious.
“Savannah recommended this one.” I was so overwhelmed that I started to cry.
“Erm… this was supposed to cheer you up Ink, not make you cry.” Spike said pulling
me into his embrace. “These are happy tears Spike, thank you.” I wiped my face
on the sleeve of my jacket in an un-lady like manner as he guided me towards
the door.

The salon was beautiful and minimalist but not in a clinical
way. Purple drapes hung from the ceiling complimenting the huge chandelier that
hung as a centre piece. Comfortable leather sofas were used in the reception
area and accessorised in different shades of purple. This salon created an
oasis among the hustle and bustle of normal life.

“Hi you must be Harlow.” A beautiful blond said stepping
forward in an immaculate black outfit with her hand held out. I recognised an
American twang to her voice. “Yes, pleased to meet you…” I looked at her
expectantly ready for her to let me know her name. “Oh sorry, I’m Taylor the
owner of this establishment. Please sit down and we can discuss your
requirements.” I sat in the chair and let Taylor work her magic for the next
two hours.

“WOW! You look fantastic Ink.” Spike said leaning closer to
touch my hair gently. Taylor had most certainly worked her magic and I now had
extensions returning my hair back to its former glory.

“You’ve just missed my turning, where are we going?” I asked
looking at a smiling Spike. “There’s one more stop before I take you home,
Diesel’s orders.” I drew my brows together looking at him suspiciously. What
were they concocting? To my shock we pulled up outside the tattoo shop. Swift
and Tiny had been helping out since I’d been on sick leave but Spike had
commented on more than one occasion that he couldn’t wait until I was back
because I was better eye candy than them!

We walked into the shop and Spike directed me over to his
work station. “We discussed this the other day Ink but Diesel wants you to have
this done before tomorrow.” I knew exactly what he was talking about. I’d
agreed to be Diesel’s old lady which meant having his name on me, something I’d
been looking forward to for days. “Have you got my design ready?” I asked excitedly,
positioning myself in the chair. Spike nodded. “Well then, I’m ready when you
are.” I leant back in the chair getting comfortable.

Two hours later and I was the proud owner of a new tattoo on
my right arm. I looked in the bathroom mirror at the design covered in cling
film. The bathroom door opened slowly and Diesel stepped in with a smile on his
face. “Are you okay babe?” He said making his way around me so that he could
see his brand. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me close so that I
could feel his arousal. I tilted my head to the side to allow him access to my
neck. His smile spread as he found my sweet spot just below my ear, sending
shivers down my spine. He continued to kiss and lick down my neck to my
shoulder and I felt myself unconsciously starting to push back on him to get
some release.

“Open your eyes Ink, I want you to watch.” I opened my eyes
so that I could watch in the mirror directly in front of us. He circled his
hands around my stomach and slowly moved them lower, unfastening my jeans. He
hugged my waist with one hand and slowly entered my jeans with the other.

The feeling was unbelievable. I was getting lost in the
moment moving my hips back and forth. “Open your eye’s Ink.” He said sternly as
he cupped my pussy. His eyes were intense, never leaving mine watching every
expression on my face. He slid one finger inside, feeling my juices flow down
his finger. He knew I was enjoying myself by my reaction so he inserted another
finger and continued to work them at a steady pace. I could feel myself
building and he sensed that I was getting close.

He pulled his fingers out slowly and started to undo his
trousers, pulling his erection free. “Bend over Ink.” Mindful of my cast, I
bent forward resting it on the vanity unit and held onto the sink with my good
hand. He held his cock slowly moving his hand up and down, directing it towards
my pussy, slowly penetrating me from behind.

We moved in unison, me and my man together. Diesel moved his
hand in front of me and started to play with my clit as he continued to take me
from behind. I could feel myself building, my breathing became louder and the
room smelt like sex. He continued his assault on my clit whilst moving at a
steady pace inside me, when I exploded around him. He also found his release
filling me with his seed. We stayed like that for a while trying to catch our
breaths. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” Diesel said pulling out slowly. I
whimpered a little as he removed his cock. I started to snigger, “I thought you
had already given it to me?”

Leading me into the bedroom, I saw my surprise hanging on
the back of the door. It was a leather jacket that read ‘Property of Diesel’. I
flung myself at Diesel kissing him hard on the lips. He held me tight walking
me back slowly towards the bed. “You can try it on later. You’re gonna be busy
for the next couple of hours.”