Raine Falling (Hells Saints Motorcycle Club) (14 page)

He wasn’t moving, but some of the anger had left his eyes. I thought that might be a good sign.

“I needed a friend. You went with Ellie. I still don’t know where you went or where you brought her or if she’s coming back. I don’t know how you feel about what she said.”

“You don’t know because you wouldn’t pick up the goddamn fucking phone, Raine.” His eyes were hard on me again.

He wasn’t wrong, so I nodded in a way that he could take as agreement. “Crow and I share a heritage. We come from the same place in a lot of ways. I needed that, and he gave it to me. Then he took it away. And that’s all that happened.”

And because I wanted to be very clear, and I wanted to be very sure Diego understood, I said, “I swear it. I swear nothing else happened between Crow and me.”

I waited then. I pulled my hands around me and held on tight. I felt like I might be losing something important that I never even had. It didn’t make sense, but that didn’t stop it from aching.

“What do you mean, he took it away?” He was watching my arms. The air shifted around him again and not in a completely bad way. But not in a completely good way either.

Oh geez.

“Diego, I don’t know. Do you really want to hear this?” I looked at him. He didn’t look insanely angry anymore. While I knew honesty was the best policy, I didn’t want to go there with him.

“Raine, I really want to hear this.” His eyes went to my face, then to my arms, then back up to my face again.

I colored a deep red. I know I did because I felt hot from the inside out. This was humiliating. Holding on so tight my sides began to ache, I searched around in my mind and came up with the words before I gave them.

“We were friends, Diego. I’m guessing by your
extreme
reaction”—I looked pointedly at him—“that me riding on his bike must mean something different to you than it did to me. But honestly, it was fun. It was nice. He took me to Reds and he worked and Dolly worked and I worked. It felt normal and busy in a good way. I’ve not had normal and busy in a good way in a very long time. We got into a rhythm and that felt good.”

He was watching me hold on to myself in the way he had started doing.

“But, after that kiss, I think he kind of regretted it. He told me he was married and not done with that. I think he wanted to take the kiss back. He couldn’t so instead he took back the friendship. That made me sad. And that’s all of it.”

Diego looked at me and nodded. He moved towards me and wrapped his hands around the back of my head gently. He looked me in the eye and said,
“He didn’t regret it, baby. No one could have that from you and regret it.”

Uh-oh.

Diego leaned in and went to put his mouth against mine. When he did, my lips clamped together. As much as I wanted this, I should not want this. This wouldn’t be good for me. This could prove my undoing. This was something that if it started again and stopped again, I didn’t know if I could recover from it. This could hurt. Big time.

So I turned my head and clamped my lips shut.

“Raine.” He was nuzzling against my jaw.

I shook my head and put my hands up to push him
away. But, oh my God, I wanted him too. His lips on my neck made me tremble all over. I loved his smell. I breathed in deep, felt my nipples get hard and my legs get weak. I felt aching deep inside my belly and below. And it was building. I was trying my best to resist him. I really was. But I wanted him.

He looked at me and tucked his two fingers under my chin.

He said softly, “Not this shit again with you, Raine. Give me your mouth, damn it. Last time I’m gonna ask. Last time I’m going to be fucking nice about it. In about one minute you give it to me or not, I’m going to take it, and it will not just be my tongue that I’ll be putting down your throat, Babe.” His mouth so close to mine I could almost feel his lips brushing against mine.

“Jesus, Diego. Could you be any more disgusting?” I pushed at him.

But really, I wanted his tongue down my throat. I wanted his hands in my hair. I wanted to feel his warm, hard body covering me. Oh yes, I did.

And by the hungry look in my eyes, my guess is he knew.

CHAPTER 35

I
t had taken every ounce of restraint for Diego to stop himself from putting his fist through the door. He was going to fucking kill Crow. And he was not too happy with Raine either.

But when he saw her go all soft and dewy, her eyes bright with tears, it took everything he had not to rip every stitch of clothing off her beautiful silky skin and bury himself so deep inside of her that she would have no fucking doubt who she belonged to.

Fucking Crow going there. He would deal with that shit when he got back. Thank fucking everything holy that Crow didn’t get his shit up in his woman. He owned that sweetness, and that asswipe fucking knew it. Whatever stopped him from making his play for Raine was a damn good thing. Crow would be pissing in a bag for the rest of his life, Diego ever caught him up in Raine again. Yeah, he was going to have a fuckin’ man-to-man with his brother Crow.

But, for now, he was going to focus on her. He had her up against the door, her heavy tits heaving, her nipples peeking out of that shirt like someone was calling their goddamn name. He felt the heat radiating from her so damn hot that he knew her pretty little panties must be drenched right through. And this was all for him. He owned that. All of it. Whether or not she wanted it to be that way, he owned every inch of that soft wet pulsing honey.

Time to get down to business. Time to let all that honey know where she belonged.

“Yeah, baby,” he said. “I actually can. I can be a lot more disgusting. As a matter of fact, I’m reining in a whole fucking shitload of disgusting. Been reining it in since the day you and those big beautiful eyes walked into that shit hole of an apartment looking so scared and lost and brave that I had to fight to stop myself from taking you right there in front of my brothers and your sister and her jacked-up fucking boyfriend. I been wanting to be balls deep in you since I first laid fucking eyes on you, baby. Now you’re telling me that fucking Crow almost beat me to that? I’m fighting with everything I’ve got to rein in disgusting.”

Oh boy.

“He didn’t almost beat you to it, Diego,” I whispered. Because I had absolutely no pride where this man was concerned, I laid it out there.

“No?” He was moving his mouth along my jawline.

“No.” I was breathing heavy now and to tell the God’s honest truth my panties were absolutely positively so wet, I was afraid they were leaving a stain on my jeans.

“Diego?” I loved the feel of his name on my tongue. I felt my nipples get even harder.

“Yeah, baby?” His mouth moving to the corner of mine.

“I’m still not sure this is such a . . .” I gasped. Diego had slipped his hand down the front of my pants and was moving his fingers up and down the outside of my panties.

“Yeah, that’s my girl,” he said against my mouth. “That’s my good, little baby girl.”

And as he thrust his tongue gently into my mouth, he put a finger in my honey pot, then two, then three. And he moved those fingers in me slowly. In and out, in and out. Slipping and gliding and tugging against my wetness until I started to spasm. And as his fingers fucked me, his tongue swirled, plundered, and danced in my mouth.

And he was in.

Thank God she had opened to him, because in about five more seconds it wouldn’t have mattered. He had never forced a woman, but he had never ever wanted a woman the way he wanted Raine. He was so rock-hard for her he had cum backed up to his spine. Damn fucking damn. The minute he took her mouth, his hand was heading hell-bent to her pussy. Slipped right in. Oh yes, he fucking did. When he felt how wet her little silky panties were he almost shot his load in his pants. God, this woman turned him into a goddamn horny teenager.

And she was tight and wet and willing. And she gave it up to him. Her tight little V grinding against his big rough hand. He slipped one, then two, then three fingers in her. Then he moved his thumb to her clit and she climbed up on him like she was a dying woman. She wrapped those long beautiful legs around him, her back against the door and she gave it to him. She pushed hard against that hand, soaking him.

She was ready. So fucking ready. She swung her head back then forward, beautiful big bouncing tit hanging out from the way her shirt had slipped off her shoulder and from his free hand working that magnificent half-dollar-sized nipple. All that long dark hair spilling free from that goddamn braid she had coiled it up in. She met his eyes and held them. He worked her, sliding his fingers in and out, in and out. She fucked his hand hard. Like he liked it. She was being a good girl. His good girl. His fucking incredible very good girl.

I came hard against Diego’s hand.

And I mean hard.

And I wanted more.

Every part of my body was on high alert. I came against his hand while he had me trapped against a door. I rode that hand like my life depended on it. Wanton and shameless and burning with a raw naked need.

CHAPTER 36

O
h. My. God.

It had been hours. Hours and hours and hours of incredible mind-blowing sex.
Mind blowing
. Diego was tender and loving, then rough and forceful, then tender again. I couldn’t get enough of him, and my body responded to him in kind. I was shy, then shameless, then hesitant again. He had me up against the wall, then on the floor, then on my back with my legs spread open hitched on his shoulders while his mouth laid claim to me
. Mind blowing
.

Dolly had come knocking at the door.

Then Reno had come knocking at the door.

Diego had roared a giant, “What the fuck?”

And Reno had yelled just as loud, “What the fuck?” back.

Then Diego had opened the door, threw him the keys to the SUV, and told him to tell Prosper that we would be there soon. He slammed the door in his brother’s face and came back to me. Then he showed me some more good time.

By the time I got to the shower, my girlie parts were sore in a very good way. My mouth was swollen, and I had a pink burn on my face and various other parts of my body where Diego had rubbed his three-day-old five-o’clock shadow against me.

Sweet Jesus. I looked exactly like a walking ad for hours of very thorough, very mind-blowing sex. My face was in the final stages of healing, and most of the color had muted to quiet yellows, blues, and soft blacks. Now I was adding a deep pink to the mix. Honestly, I looked ridiculous. I looked like I had just gone seven rounds. And I guess, in a way, I had.

I’ll not even get started on the rats’ nest that was my hair. The crown braid that I had been so proud of had been torn from the pins early in the game. What was left was a screaming mass of tangles from where Diego had pulled and buried and twisted my hair in his big beautiful hands.

The hot spray of the shower was steaming up the room, and I lost sight of my reflection in the mirror. What I found in that steam were two big hands kneading my ass again and dragging me into the shower where my opponent held me against the ropes. The beautiful man proceeded to score a knockout in the final bout. I went down smiling.