Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

DIABLO

"You didn't use a condom." The breathing comment is whispered long moments after I pull out of her.

I hadn't wanted to. I could've stayed inside London, taken her again, but instead, I pulled from her and rolled off her to my back. I brought her into my arms, holding her tight.

I hadn't planned to fuck her tonight. I wasn't going to take her the first time here at the clubhouse. But hearing those words from her lips after the shit downstairs, there was no way I couldn't.

I knew she wanted it. It was written all over her. There's a difference, though, in knowing it, reading it on her, and voicing it.

"I know I didn't." I grunt, trailing my fingers along her spine. I hadn't wanted anything between us.

"Why not?" she asks, annoyance in her voice.

"‘Cause I didn't. I'm clean. I know you're clean. We didn't need anything between us." If we had, I wouldn't have been able to feel her as well as I had. I never once have taken a woman without a condom. Hell, I didn't even let them suck me off without one. I knew better than to let a woman try and trick me. That wasn't going to happen. I'd seen several of my brothers get played. I wasn't about to let it happen to me.

"How am I to know you're clean? For that matter, how could you know I was? You didn't even know I was on birth control, which, by the way, I am," she insinuates that last bit with a matter-of-fact tone.

"Chiquita," I call, amused. I curl her tighter to me. "I know you're clean because I'm the only one who's been inside you, and I know you ain't done shit with another man before."

"And you know this how? I mean, I told you I was a virgin, but I didn't tell you anything else," she asks, lifting her head off my chest. "You think you know me so well, but you don't."

"London, I know everything I need to know about you that I need to. What I don't, I'll find out as we go. We'll learn about each other every day because no one actually knows everything."

"That doesn't make sense. How can you know everything you need to know that you need to?"

I see I've got her confused.

Grinning, I drag her fully over, her legs falling to either side of me. I bite back a groan at the feel of her slick pussy against my dick. She's already ready for me. I curl my hand along the span of her neck, pulling her downward. "What I mean, London, is that for now, I know what I need to. I don't need to know every detail to know I want everything that is you." I brush my lips across hers, and she sucks in a breath. "For the record, baby, I wouldn't have taken you if I didn't know I was clean. I had Stella do the tests to make sure. But, so you know, never, and I mean never, have I touched a woman the way I did you. I always made sure to wrap up."

"Well, that's comforting to know," she mutters. "Doesn't mean I'm not still annoyed with you."

"What else has you bristling?" I ask, at the same time dropping my hands to her hips and grinding her down on me.

London gasps, eyes darken, and her cheeks get that flush look I'd gotten to enjoy not but a few minutes ago while I was taking her for the first time. Shifting beneath her, I slide inside her entrance, drawing a moan from her.

"You gonna answer me?"

"How can you be ready to go so quickly? We just did it," she pants, her hips rolling with my guidance.

"Because I'm with you, London. Been hard for you since the moment I saw you in the bar months ago," I tell her, not bullshitting her. "Now, tell me what the hell else got up your ass." I shift under her, thrusting upward, enjoying the feel of her walls tightening around me.

"Oh, God, Damari." She gasps, nails digging into my shoulders.

"Talk to me, baby," I don't let the fact she called me my name affect me. To her, in this room, I can be Damari. To her, I'll be him. I hadn't realized that part of me was still alive inside until this past week, spending time with London again.

"It's nothing," she finally murmurs, shaking her head, eyes squeezing shut.

It's something, and I'm not about to let it go. For now, though, I'm gonna focus on her. On giving her this.

Flipping London over to her back without dislodging, I hold myself over her and thrust deep inside, holding back the urge to come. She's tight and has me ready to blow within minutes. That can't happen, not until after I help her find her release.

Taking her, filling her with me, is what I want. Seeing how beautiful she is beneath me does something to my chest. Forces down the barrier I'd built a long time ago. Only she can and ever has penetrated through it once when she'd been thirteen and now.

The need to feel her release soaking me becomes imperative, and I reach between us and flick my thumb over her clit. No sooner I do this, and she's crying out, her walls clamp down on me, and damn, it doesn't suck the release right out of me. There's no holding back my own. All I can do is fill her with my cum and know that she's mine.

All fucking mine.

"Were you really with both those women at the same time?" she asks sleepily.

I stare up at the dark ceiling, biting back a curse. Here, I thought she'd been asleep. I'd taken her once again before allowing her to lapse into sleep from exhaustion for a small nap. I wasn't done with her tonight. I was just giving a small reprieve before we go another round.

"Doesn't matter if I were," I tell her, not wanting to discuss it.

"So you were," London remarks, tensing slightly. "They told me all about it."

"I figured they told you something." They wouldn't have gone near her for any other reason than to try and scare her away from me. "You don't have to worry about those bitches. I think they learned their lesson when you smashed Poppers's head against the bar."

"Well, she had it coming." London jerks her head up and looks in my direction. Even in the dark, I can see the scowling glare she's directing my way. "She told me that I wasn't going to be able to hold on to a man who had the appetite for sex you have. One woman would never be enough for you. Then she made the next to attempt to hit me. I'm not sorry I did what I did. My daddy always taught me to protect myself, it's all I did."

"Glad he taught you, baby." I have to fight back the urge to laugh, even pissed, finding out what those bitches said to her. "You have nothing to worry about when it comes to them or anyone else. I don't want them. I don't want anyone." Reaching for her, I cup either side of her face as I lift up enough to meet her lips with a brush of my own. "Only one woman I want and she's in this bed with me right now. Don't let them get you to, Chiquita. They fuck with your head if they think it'll work to get rid of you. Telling you now, you let them, I'm gonna be pissed."

"Why's that?" she whispers, her lips brushing mine.

"‘Cause, London, I finally got you exactly where I want you. I'm not about to lose you."

And I wasn't. I had no intention of letting her get away from me. I'd die before letting her get away from me again.