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DNF

DNF

DNF

Women were clingers and nags. And he did not need that in his life.

She needed to understand she’d never become an ol’ lady if she didn’t obey her man.

“Wanna wait until you’re my ol’ lady to be on the back of my sled durin’ a run, gonna be waitin’ a long time.”

She jerked her shoulders up. “Fine.”

In reality, he had never left one personal thing behind at her place. Which was telling.

She kept her face blank. “I didn’t hear an invitation. I heard a demand,” she stated. “And I’m not going as fender fluff.” She tugged the sash on her robe tighter. “Sorry, not doing it.”

“Ain’t a bad thing.”

Her eyebrows shot up her forehead. “Right. So you say.”

It was bad enough he was climbing in Jewel’s bed every night. Even the thought of that little bit of commitment made his skin crawl.

“Fender fluff’s nothin’,” Hawk answered. “Ain’t a bad term, D, you know that. Just hit you the wrong way. Any bitch on the back of a bike who ain’t an ol’ lady is considered that. Nothin’ new.”

Pierce’s gaze dropped back on D. “Wanna claim Jewel today before Sunday’s ride?”

All eyes turned his direction.

“Nope.”

“Just some fender fluff, then.”

“Ain’t my ol’ lady,” D grumbled.

“Livin’ with her. Should make it official,” Zak suggested.

“Ain’t livin’ with her an’ ain’t lookin’ for a ball an’ chain like you, Z.”

“Nope. Diesel’s number one rule: no naggin’.”

He continued, “Rule two: no bitchin’.”

“Ain’t gonna be like Z an’ Sophie,” his voice came muffled against her skin. He lifted his head and shifted until he was directly over top of her, catching and holding her gaze. “No ring, no weddin’, no babies, no ol’ lady status. Ain’t doin’ it now. Can’t promise to do it later, either. Either accept it or don’t, Jewelee. Can’t give you more than that.

“And I get it. I’m not the one.”

Jesus.

“When you find the one, you’ll share it with her.”

Jesus fuckin’ Christ.

His heart skipped a beat when he stated, “You love me.”

“Yeah,” she said on a ragged breath, another tear leaked out of her eye, rolling down her face to disappear.

He thumbed the third one away.

“Don’t know why.”

“I don’t, either,” she answered.

“But, D, I’m done with this.”

“Done when I say you’re done.”

“No,” she said, her voice thick. “I’m not going to keep throwing myself at you to only be rejected.”

“Ain’t rejectin’ you when my dick’s inside you.”

Jewel stayed in place watching what he could only assume was the sweet butt heading down the hall.

“Fuck you, too, Jewel,” he heard Tequila call out.

Jewel’s lips twitched and she waved an exaggerate

Jewel stood in the hall, her fist raised as if she was ready to knock. Her eyes widened as she faced Tequila, who cursed and shoved past her, knocking her backwards and out of the way.

Jewel lowered her hand and planted both of them on her hips, glancing from the hallway to D.

“Tequila!” Diesel bellowed, then said to Jewel, “Get ‘er the fuck back here.”

He glanced down at his limp dick. “We fuck?”

With a huff, Tequila said, “No. Not for a lack of tryin’, either. Helped you up here an’ then you passed the fuck out.”

And, fuck him, now Tequila was pushing her naked ass up from his floor, or trying to since she was tangled up in some of his dirty clothes.

“How the fuck you get in here?”

He blinked and looked over the edge of the bed to see one of the sweet butts on the floor.

Tequila.

Jesus fuckin’ Christ.

He couldn’t remember shit from last night except that as long as Hawk was filling his glass, he was downing them.

After that... nothing.

“Go upstairs, Jewelee. Get inside. Lock your door. Had enough shit for tonight.”

“D...”

“Fuckin’ do it,” he said, his voice now hard, his expression even harder.

Jewel’s stomach twisted and the tears stung her eyes again.

As much as he wanted to head over to her apartment and sink into her tight, wet heat, he was not going to let himself fall into the bottomless pit he wouldn’t be able to escape from.

His fist would have to do.

One day Diesel was going to look at her like Hawk did Kiki. He’d smile at her and her heart would melt into a puddle at his feet.

She snorted. She was fooling herself. The man was hard. Impenetrable. Unbreakable.

They were keeping it simple.

Surprisingly, she hadn’t bitched once when he’d roll out of bed, pull on his clothes and roll out of her apartment in the middle of the night. Not once.

Which made him wonder if she was truly keeping it simple or she was up to something.

“Gotta stop doin’ this, Jewel.”

“Nobody cares that we’re fucking.”

But I fuckin’ do, he shouted in his head.

“We’re good together. It’s good, D. You’ve made me come more than anyone else.”

Jesus. Just what he needed to hear.

She continued, “We’ll keep it simple.”