OWNED & UNTAMED (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) (19 page)

They were guys from Back Down Devil MC.

That should have given me some sense of relief but it honestly didn’t. They were the ones pissed off at Jim, right?

“What about you?” the guy pouring coffee asked. “Would you like some coffee?”

“Sure,” I whispered.

The guy at the table pointed to the patch on his chest. “Name’s Trev.”

President.

“I’m Trent,” the other one said as he handed me a mug of coffee.

“I’m Belle,” I said.

“Oh, we know,” Trent said. “Duke put up a big stink about you. Threw a fit like a little baby looking for a tit to suck for milk.”

Trev laughed. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Oh?” I asked.

“Look,” Trev said, “I go by what I see and hear. Right now it appears that you and your brother are helping out people that want us hurt. And a friend of my enemy is my enemy.”

“It’s not like that,” I said. “Jim and Duke talked. Things are…”

Jim walked into the kitchen. He had the folder of paperwork and looked disheveled. Stuck between sleepy and hungover, his eyes were bloodshot when he looked at me. I think Jim finally realized what he had gotten himself into, whether he meant it or not.

“I already told you I talked to Duke about this,” Jim said.

“That’s fine,” Trev said. “We just needed to see it all for ourselves.”

“So it was all done through back door channels, huh?” Trent asked.

“Yes. I was drunk when I did all of it. Just trying…” Jim looked at me. “Just trying to take care of myself.”

Trev flipped open the folder.

Outside the chainsaw engine stopped. That’s when I felt a little relieved, hoping Duke would come inside and make sense of what the hell was happening in my kitchen.

“There were some hang-ups with the deal,” Jim said. “So I don’t know how far along it actually is.”

“You don’t even know what’s going on with your own land and money?” Trent asked. “That’s not good, man.”

“I’m in a tough position,” Jim said.

“We all are,” Trev said. He sipped his coffee and read the papers.

The backdoor opened and Duke entered the kitchen.

His body shined with sweat. He looked at me. Then he looked at the kitchen table.

“No shirt,” Trent said. “She pay you extra to do that?”

“Fuck yourself,” Duke said. “What the hell is going on here?”

“We decided to take a ride this morning,” Trev said. “See all this for ourselves. Talk to your buddy Jim here.”

“I fucking called you to let you know what was happening,” Duke said.

“You called them?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “Trev is our Prez. Trent is the enforcer. We need to figure out what to do next with this situation.”

I was almost in shock. I felt like Duke had ratted Jim out. There was a sense of betrayal in the air.

Duke got a glass of water and pounded it down. Then he grabbed himself a cup of coffee. He pointed it right at Jim. “Think you can chop that up into firewood?”

“Yeah, sure,” Jim said. “Nobody told you to do that.”

“That’s okay,” Duke said. “It needed to be done. Your old man wouldn’t have let it sit that long.”

“My old man had two functioning legs,” Jim said.

“You’re standing,” Trev said. “What’s the problem?”

Jim lifted his jean leg to show the President of Back Down Devil MC his prosthetic leg.

“Nice,” Trev said. “I bet you get a lot of pussy with that. A good war story. A bum leg. Fuck… to be single again…”

“Fuck you,” Jim spat.

Trent stepped toward the table. Duke quickly put a hand out and stopped him.

“Everyone take a breath,” Duke said. “This is about the Hell Five and their intentions with that land and the implications it has for the club.”

“And to protect your pussy,” Trent said.

I gasped, realizing I was the
pussy
.

“Trent,” Trev said. “Why don’t you escort Jimbo here to pack his shit up.”

“Pack his shit up?” I asked.

“I gave him a choice,” Duke said to me. “Something to think about. He’s got to face the club and the table. We’ve got to find a way to make all of this right…”

“You can’t take my brother,” I said, looking at Trev.

“I’m not taking anyone. He’s coming with us. Driving himself.”

“Belle,” Jim said.

“No!”
I yelled.

Duke touched my arm and I tried to swat him away.

“Sweetie,” Duke said. “You don’t understand…”

I hurried to the back door and left the house. I walked out to the deck and stared at the cut tree. Duke had done all the work without me asking. And the yard looked better already.

That didn’t change what was happening on the inside of my house though.

I heard the door open behind me and knew it was Duke.

“Don’t,” I said.

But he touched my back anyway. He turned and leaned against the railing. It was damn impossible to not look at his beautiful muscles. His eyes were as evil as I could ever remember, but that was always Duke.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” he said. “Jim needs to come to the clubhouse to explain everything and to be protected. If he’s innocent, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t understand this.”

“Sweetie, I can’t explain all of it. The guys that are buying that land aren’t good. And neither are the other guys that think we had something to do with it. I could have sold Jim out but I’m putting my ass on the line for him.”

“Trev said you put up a fight about me,” I said.

Duke grinned. “Of course I did, Belle. I… you’ve always been special to me. You know that. I’m trying to do what’s best for everyone. That includes you.”

“Meaning what?”

“Meaning you’re coming to the clubhouse too. It’s not safe here, sweetie.”

“I’m not safe in my childhood home?”

“No,” Duke said. “It hurts me to say that to you. I know what this means. I was watched the last time I came up here. Okay? So we have to move.”

Duke slipped his arm around me and pulled at me. I touched his sweaty body and flinched. I made a sick face and rolled my eyes.

“Please, sweetie,” he said. “You like my sweat.”

“You didn’t have to cut that tree.”

“Yes I did. It matters to you. I was awake and my head was spinning like crazy. So I came out to burn off some steam. That’s all.”

I felt the emotion creep up inside me. “I can’t believe all this is happening.”

“Neither can I, but it’s the way we live. You never know when the reaper is going to call your number. Until then, you just keep fighting. It’s all we can do. Fight with me, sweetie. Just like we used to do.”

“Should I call you a gross pig?” I asked. “And run away from you?”

“You can try,” Duke said. “But I’ll always get you.”

Now both hands touched me. He leaned against the deck and kept me close. His right hand slipped up my shirt right to my bare breast. His fingertips playfully touched my nipple, making me shiver. My hands touched his bare chest. I sank my nails into his chest, groaning.

“I hate you so much, Duke,” I said. “For everything that’s happened.”

“I know you do,” he said. “But I’m not going anywhere this time. I’ll make everything work. You just have to trust me. These guys are my family. They’re my brothers. I would never put anyone in harm’s way. Trev is our President, sweetie. He’s got his own way of doing things. You just have to get used to it.”

“What are they going to do with Jim?” I asked.

“The club has to vote on it. Come up with a plan. I told Jim if he came to the clubhouse it would help. And selfishly, I want you there too, so you can be protected.”

I moved up on my toes and kissed Duke. “That’s for cutting the tree.”

I backed up, Duke’s hand still in my shirt.

The back door opened again and Duke moved his hand down.

“We have to get moving,” Trent said. “The other girl is here.”

“Other girl?” I asked, feeling a sting of jealousy.

“Maggie,” Duke said. “Jim wanted her to come with. To be safe.”

I grinned. “They like each other.”

“Good for them.” Duke then stole a kiss from me. “We like each other, sweetie.”

I blushed. I got that butterfly feeling I used to get with Duke.

We didn’t just like each other… we loved each other.

chapter twenty-two.

(belle)

My hand touched Duke’s heavy cock as the water pounded against us. Two of his thick fingers rubbed between my legs, curling, coaxing my body into thrusting against his touch. His thumb rested against my clit, the teetering pleasure making my body shiver.

Our lips touched, broke apart, touched again.

With his free hand, Duke pinned me against the shower wall. The tile was cold for a couple seconds.

We were alone in the house, finally. The guys in his MC left, along with Jim and Maggie. They were going into Daurian and we would follow them after a shower.

Duke said
quick shower
, but the way his fingers had been torturing me for a good half hour, there was nothing quick about what we were doing.

He kissed me again and broke away. “I’m starving for you, sweetie.”

His right hand slipped to the back of my leg and pulled. His mouth then kissed my neck and made a quick descent down my body. Duke stopped at my left breast, taking a mouthful, sucking hard, his tongue and teeth teasing my nipple. Between my legs, those two fingers gently rubbing me now pressed against my hole and entered me. He sank into me, making me buck my hips at him, crying out as the hot water splashed against us. I grabbed for his shoulders, instinctively pushing at him, wanting that outlaw mouth of his between my legs, devouring me.

His two fingers sank super deep, twisting, pulling, reaching depths that made my toes curl. As he slid his fingers out of my pussy, he pulled at my nipple with his teeth. The gushing feeling of pleasure between my legs and the tingling sensation of mild pain on my chest made me whimper. I had no idea what to focus on. My body was in a constant battle against itself.

His lips moved down my body, touching me, sliding down with a single kiss. Looking down, watching this hunk of an outlaw go to his knees before me was the hottest sight in the world. Then he made it hotter by throwing my right leg over his shoulder. He took his fingers from my body and cupped both hands to my ass.

Pulling me forward, I felt his breath between my legs a few seconds before his mouth touched me. His tongue flicked against my soft folds, making me groan. For a brief moment, Duke was gentle. The tip of his tongue tracing me bottom to top. But then he started to taste my clit and all hell broke loose inside me.

His hands dug harder into my ass. My hips thrust and I ground against his tongue as he pressed it flat against my clit. His movements were beautiful and deadly. He pressed so hard, I tried to ease back but his hands wouldn’t allow that. I was trapped to his tongue and my own pleasure.
Not that I could complain.

I slapped my hands against the tile wall and thrust even harder at him. My right leg bent hard, my ankle pressing against the hard muscles of his back. I felt the rush already collecting deep inside my belly. Duke wanted to taste me and he was going to get it. There was no stopping or controlling what my body wanted.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned as his tongue moved down to my hole.

He thrust forward, opening me. Then he curled his tongue and popped out, going right back up to my clit. He leaned forward and his entire mouth started to taste me. His lips against mine. His tongue drawing pictures that were bringing an intense orgasm. He would kiss, suckle, and pull away on purpose to make a loud wet sound. With Duke I could lose myself into that stuff and enjoy it. Knowing I was wet because of him and that he wanted to taste my wetness. It mattered to me.

I managed to move my right hand and touch his head. Before my fingers could grab at his hair, Duke took my hand and moved it away. He placed my middle finger right to my clit, making me gasp.

He looked up at me and pulled away for a moment. “Do it, sweetie. Make yourself come. I’m thirsty.”

My lips quivered -
both sets, actually
- and I started to move my middle finger. I had never done something like that before in front of another man. Not to mention Duke was still down there, taking care of me. I felt his tongue against my pussy and even felt his tongue flicker against my finger a few times. It made me jerk forward as the build-up of the rush reached its peak. There was a hesitation, like I wanted to be embarrassed at doing such a thing, but at that point, I was no longer in control.

I added a second finger as my orgasm started to crest. I put my head back and let out a long cry as the pleasure poured down between my legs. My hand moved fiercely as Duke’s tongue did the same. My hips rocked front to back, smacking against the shower wall over and over. Duke had his hands up my body, gripping at my sides.