Page 108 of Ruptured
The thought startled him. It had been years since he’d felt grateful for that fateful day Digger entrusted his fifteen-year-old self with CJ and the responsibility of contacting Outlaw.
“Do you want a drink, Diesel?” Tommi asked.
She was sixteen, exquisite, tall—almost six feet—with a body to worship. “I don’t,” he responded, walking to the sofa and sitting, appreciating her see-through slip that stopped just below her ass cheeks.
Tossing her blonde hair, she turned and licked her lips. Her nipples beaded against the cheap material. Unbidden, she snatched the slip over her head and tossed it aside. She fingered her already glistening pussy.
But she wassixteen. As beautiful and as smokin’ as she was, he couldn’t overcome her age. His cock didn’t evenstir.
She sashayed to him, a smile playing on her full lips, her eyes gleaming. She had no shortage of confidence.
And, yet…yet…
She wassixteen. Older than Rebel, but stillunderaged. Why the fuck couldn’t he get that message about Rebel? What the fuck in his brain had short-circuited?
He’d fucked up. Not only with Uncle Christopher and Aunt Meggie, but with Rebel herself. He’d been both reckless and fickle. Reckless by the standards of his parents and fickle in the eyes of Rebel.
Now, shelikedKaia, bad poet emo boy.
The thought drove Diesel insane.
Tommi settled onto his lap, wrapped her legs around his waist and ground against him.
Growling, Diesel stood and she squeaked. He saved her from falling at the last minute, then helped to steady her as she balanced herself on her feet. He dug in his pocket and came out with a preloaded debit card.
From experience, he knew better than to have ready cash in a neighborhood like this. That was one of the final straws for his mother—someone breaking in and stealing the rent money she’d worked so hard to earn.
When he’d come up with the idea to test the essence of himself, he’d stopped at the supermarket and grabbed a gift card before picking up Fia.
He handed the card to Tommie, then looked at her sister.
“Come on,” he growled to Fia, and stalked out of the house. A moment later, she walked out. The bracing air calmed him, though nothing dispelled Rebel from his brain. Or her likingKaia.An idea came to him and he smiled at Fia. “I have a job for you.” As he walked to his car, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Kaia’s number.
“Did you meet Fia at Nyx’s initiation?” Diesel asked a few minutes later when Kaia swung open the door to his studio apartment that sat above the garage of a house near Tommi’s place.
Kaia swept his blue-gray gaze over Fia. Her tits were about to pop out of her low-cut dress. She’d left her jacket and her panties in the car.
“If you don’t remember me, I remember you,” Fia cooed, flouncing past Kaia and into his house. “You’re hard to forget since you resemble Diesel so closely.”
Diesel and Kaia exchanged glances. That motherfucker resembled Diesel in his fucking dreams. Diesel hadneverbeen an emo fuckhead. He wouldn’t be caught dead in cuffed pants, white socks, and an oversized white shirt.
What the fuck did Rebel see in this stupid motherfucker?
But he wasn’t there to make war.Tonight.
“We could pass for siblings,” Diesel drawled, walking into the messy little place with dishes in the sink, an unmade air mattress, and clothes on the floor and the loveseat. Glasses lined a stand and blocked half the small TV screen.
Diesel set his phone on the table among notebooks, pens, and pencils.
Fia shoved clothes aside, sat on the loveseat, and threw Kaia a sultry smile. “Do you have beer, love?”
Kaia’s gaze roamed from her lips to her tits. She crossed her legs, exposing a creamy thigh all the way to her hip. It was clear she wore nothing underneath her dress.
She licked her lips. “I’m so parched.”
“Uh…” Kaia swallowed, glanced at Diesel, then turned away. “Rebel…uh, how’s Rebel?”
“In the hospital,” Diesel said calmly.
