Free Diego: Leatherbacks MC by Heather West

pulled me closer, kissing me and exploring my folds with his fingers as I lay quietly against him.  I was still tender from the roughness of before and it made it feel all the more intoxicating to have him touching my swollen folds.  I felt like I was in heaven.
     
     
     
    We made love again, this time so slowly it felt like I might dissolve into tears of joy.  I hadn’t felt this way in a long time.  I felt a need for him that transcended the physical.  I ached for everything he was giving to me and I despised myself for wanting it.  This wasn’t what I had come here for, but I couldn’t deny that it was something I desperately wanted. I couldn’t say that I didn’t want him in ways that I shouldn’t.
     
     
     
    Finally, we drifted back off to sleep in one another’s arms.  I felt safe there, like nothing could ever harm me again.  If Dio had set out to take complete control over me, he had done just that.  It wasn’t just about the sex, but also the glimpses of the real man who existed beneath his tough exterior.  I understood that he had a huge burden on his shoulders, a burden that denied him the ability to always be who he really was inside.
     
     
     
    I awoke the next morning to the sound of his voice calling my name.  I rolled over and smiled at him, feeling oddly blissful for someone who had just given in completely to the enemy. 
     
     
     
    “Good morning.  Did you sleep well?”
     
     
     
    “I did.”
     
     
     
    “So did I.  Last night was amazing.”
     
     
     
    “Yeah.  You can go home once you are dressed.”
     
    I watched as he left me lying naked in his bed.  Only the night before, I had felt the earth move, and now, I felt like the dirt that covered it.  Had I really thought that I could be something more to someone like Dio than just a conquest?  I got dressed and did a complete walk of shame to the elevators.  I went from feeling warm and wanted to feeling cold and vengeful in just those few moments of time between his words and my departure.
     

Chapter Ten
 
    The following day, I didn’t hear from Dio.  When I went to the club to work, he was not there.  I overheard Hannibal telling someone that he had business to attend to over in central.  I could only assume he had not gotten the response he had requested on the phone yesterday and went to tend to things there.  I wouldn’t be surprised to read about some mysterious carnage in the paper tomorrow. 
     
    That was how these things worked.  Rival gangs and clubs went head to head, and even though the authorities knew there had been some fallout between the two, they glossed it over to not seem like gang violence.  It made the city look bad and didn’t foster the welcoming atmosphere they wanted to draw in new residents and visitors.
     
    Sometimes it was just a matter of keeping it quiet so that they could investigate the situation without it escalating before they could find out what had happened.  It was just like the situation with Backbone.  Until Dio had known that he was dead, he took no action, but once he was aware of it and who had supposedly done it, then it was a given that there would be payback.
     
    Because of this, the police sometimes hid discoveries and attributed them to reasons other than one gang or club doing damage to another.  It was simply a matter of keeping the peace on a much broader scale.  Reducing the damage to minor incidents or none at all instead of all out war on opposing turfs.  It was something I had learned when my father died.  It had taken days to receive notification of his death while they sorted out whether they had more to worry about than just one death.
     
    My father had never harmed anyone in his life.  He was a good man, but irresponsible.  Gambling was his weakness and when he had gone to the Leathernecks for money, they had gladly given it to him, at a very high price.  Oddly enough, he had gotten lucky with that money, paying it off with the