12 Inches (A Secret Baby Dark Romance)(188)

Well, Diesel sure delivered.

He woke me up gently this morning.

“Babe, lets go,” he said to me. I began to drift awake, feeling his cock pressed against my ass. I smiled to myself and scooched back a bit, wiggling and wriggling my ass to let his python burrow into my ass.

But he wasn’t having any of it.

“We can’t be late, we gotta hurry, babe,” he said as he pushed me awake.

That opened my eyes.

But when I asked him where we were going, the only answer I got back was the same one I’ve been hearing all day.

“Somewhere dangerous,” he said.

I swear, unless we’re going to Syria or Iraq, I don’t understand the secrecy going on.

But Diesel is more tight lipped than I’ve ever seen him.#p#分页标题#e#

I could just look out the windows, right?

Wrong. The windows on the limo are custom tinted and adjustable, and Diesel has tinted them to the point where I can barely make out anything outside.

All I can do is try to place myself with the movements of the car.

But this is New York City. The streets are filled with potholes and we never go more than 30 miles per hour.

I can’t tell anything, and I’m not like some sort of secret agent that’s trained in this.

I’m just a girl. Who used to be looking for love. But who found it.

The car comes to a stop.

“Want to see where we are?” Diesel asks me.

I nod my head, sufficiently chastened by this stern man. I can see now the hardness in him and how he carried himself in his MC. Sure, he loves me, but when he’s firm, he’s firm.

“And you’ll stop bothering me about going somewhere dangerous after this?” he asks me.

I nod again. I’ve learned my lesson.

“Great,” Diesel says, opening the door to the limo.

I get to the exit and step out.

The air smells…different.

I see a long line of cars snaking towards a giant stadium.

And it dawns on me.

“That’s…Nailers Stadium,” I say to Diesel who nods his head.

“Someplace dangerous…you brought me to…New Jersey?” I ask, starting to put pieces and places together.

“East Rutherford, New Jersey,” Diesel says, pulling out two foam fingers. “Nailers Stadium.”

“This is dangerous?!” I ask him a bit shrilly. “New Jersey?”

He shrugs. “They don’t have Yellow Cabs here,” he says. “And I don’t think you’ll see too many Equinox gyms either, city girl.”

I pause for a second. I don’t know what I’d do without taxi cabs. Drive?

“Danger, danger,” Diesel teases as he pulls me close.

Asshole. I want to slap him again.

But he kisses me.

“They’re bringing the bike too, so after the game we can ride back into the city,” he tells me. “How’s that sound?”

As much guff as I give him, it does sound pretty good, you know?

I try to hide it, but eventually the smile pops through.

Whatever. I kiss him back.

“My outlaw,” I say to him, pulling him close and pressing my body against his.

He grabs my ass and bites my lip.

I’m thinking we take some time and rock the limo if things keep progressing this direction.

Show New Jersey some real dangerous….

;)





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I’m being totally serious when I say I’m gonna ride my cowboy into the sunset…



But does he like me?



I can’t tell.



Is he willing to go the distance?



He swoops in on his horse and rescues me whenever I get into trouble. But will he stick around?



Or will he just go off one morning.#p#分页标题#e#



He’s not like any other guy I’ve ever met.



I mean, he’s a cowboy. In New York City. That alone makes him unique, ya know?



All I know is that if he stays, then he’s my lobster.



I would be so freakin’ happy. It’s no question I’d ride on his “saddle” all day till the sun goes down. And straight through to sunrise. And then sunset again.



Geez…I'd need a horse after that because I won’t be able to walk.



*** It's the cute single girl versus the cowboy in this seventh installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, sassy, steamy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. Happily Ever After? Always, babe ***





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Carla





I sip my Long Island Iced Tea, glancing out over the city. Even though it isn't nighttime, and really, that's when 230 5th Avenue is the most breathtaking, the view is still awesome. Who wouldn't love sitting in a rooftop garden, the city stretching out in every direction?