“You woke up the damn devil with that little stunt. And I might have been down after that round a second ago, but that doesn’t mean I can’t go again.”
Her eyes widen before she looks down and sees me getting hard again.
“Now be a good girl and get me a condom from the nightstand, and then ride Daddy’s dick, Babygirl.”
“Okay,” she says softly but doesn’t move.It’s as if she’s in a trance, looking at my cock. Which seems to enjoy her eyes on it, because it continues to rise.
“Now, Babygirl.” I slap her ass to get her going, and she falls over me to reach the side table, pulling open the drawer with so much might, I swear it almost broke. She finds the packet, and then she’s ripping open the top and sliding the latex on my dick a second before she sinks her heat on me.
As she spasms hard, I come again. I’d rather be bare inside her, feel her come completely apart in my arms as she rocks her pretty little clit over me. But after the first time of us not using protection, we both agreed to not chance shit for a little while. At least till we know how serious we are. Well, she said that. I was already serious with her, but I let her know I’m in for whatever she wants.
As long as what she wants is me in her life. Because that shit ain’t changing anytime soon. Not if I can help it.
Chapter 17 - Diana
Ispent more time in my closet this morning than I have in the last month and a half. Picking an outfit to see Mom was easy. She didn’t care what I looked like. And seeing her is more for me than for her. I go to her grave a few times a year, usually after a really bad day or the holidays. But honestly, lately my days are cured just by being with Karter.
I always come on her anniversary. I think Nana goes, too, but we never go together. She cracks too many jokes there. While I appreciate her humor, I don’t necessarily like the looks we get from the others visiting their loved ones while we’re laughing over something silly.
Seeing Mom isn’t the issue. It’s the after part. Going from the cemetery to the clubhouse. To a family event where I’ll be seen as Karter’s girl—I mean Law’s. He’s been overly sweet the last few days, giving me tips on how to interact with others. The biggest one is that everyone goes by their club name and not their given name, which is usually reserved for their old lady. I panicked when he shared that lovely little nugget of information. He only smiled and said it was different for me since I learned his name because I was caring for him. And since I spoke to him as a nurse, no one corrected me when I used his given name.
But that changes today. I need to call him Law, mostly to keep the peace for everyone involved. I know Ruby will be there. And while he said he didn’t give a shit what Icalled him, I’d rather not ruffle any more feathers by saying something I shouldn’t. Being there’s probably going to be enoughfunon its own.
At least I convinced him to tell the club I was coming. At first he said it wasn’t a big deal and that they’d know when I showed up, but I didn’t want that kind of shock for all parties involved.
“Pick the red one,” Nana calls up, and I scowl at the dress she so elegantly put on my bed. It has spaghetti straps, and I swear I haven’t worn it in ten years. I might fit into it still, but it’s completely inappropriate. I’m going for nice girl, not skank. Or vamp, which Karter—I mean Law—informed me is what the club calls the girls who spend time there to make sure no single brothers are lonely for a night or something.
Not second-guessing my choice for the fifth time, I put on my capri pants and a light blue waffle-knit V-neck with wide short sleeves. I choose sensible shoes as well, mostly because cute shoes and I are not a thing since I’m on my feet all the time for work, but also because I know I’ll be on the back of Law’s bike, and I’d rather be free of injuries and not get scraped up from the small rocks that fly up from the ground.
The rumble of a bike I’ve grown to love rattles the windows, alerting me that my ride is here. I make my way downstairs, but I’m in no rush. He’s made it very clear that he likes to pick me up at the door, and me coming out before he’s there is a big no for him. Could be his old-fashioned upbringing or the life he leads.
I’m not as naive as I’m sure people think I am. I know a club like the Hounds isn’t just in it for the cookie sales andthe annual camp-out. They do things. I’ve fixed up more than a few brothers with blood on them. And while they say each time it’s because they fell, you can’t hide a knife wound or a gunshot wound. But I do my part: patch up and move on. My job isn’t to question someone unless I feel they’ll cause more harm to themselves or to another.
The Hounds, as far as I know, are good for the town. We haven’t seen any major drug problems or random deaths. We’ve had a few run-ins with them, but so far no all-out wars between them and any other club that’s taken over the streets like the OK Corral. That makes them okay in my book. Well, that and I’m dating one of them who used to run the entire group.
I didn’t need much convincing to see that Law could run the club. He takes charge easily, and not just in the bedroom. When he was at the hospital, people came to him for directions. He spoke with authority and still does. He has knowledge, not just because of his age, but his experience in how to handle situations and different people. He sure handles Nana well, and that isn’t something everyone can do.
When he knocks, Nana calls out from the chair she’s sitting in. It’s in the living room but angled to allow her to see the front door and the TV at the same time. Not that she’s watching whatever is on. She’s too busy trying to crochet a dinosaur or something. I got her one of those “how-to” kits for her birthday, and she’s hooked on them—no pun intended.
“Don’t be a statue, dear. Open the door before the man lets himself in.”
Gladly, I open the door and smile. He’s a sight for sore eyes, even though I saw him yesterday. Still, I enjoyevery sighting of him. He makes butterflies not only fly in my stomach but twitch with delight.
“Hey, Babygirl.” He leans in and gives me a soft kiss that makes my toes curl. Even soft and simple, I’m gushy over him.
“Hi,” I say on a sigh.
Nana’s snort makes me smile wider, and he does the same.
“If you guys are gonna keep acting like lovesick teenagers, can you at least do it where I can’t hear and see?”
“You could go to the other room,” I say with an eye roll.
“Wouldn’t help,” Law says out loud, then mock-whispers to me as he leans in, “Crazy bat has ears like one.”
“Damn straight I do. And it’s good you noticed. Now get out of here before I start you on my next project.”
Law straightens and genuinely asks, “What’s on the docket?”
