OWNED & UNTAMED (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) (26 page)

We got on the motorcycles and took off. Behind us, Dice and Jop collected their guns and tried to take some shots at us. They missed and we were on the road within a minute.

We flew down a long stretch of road and I turned my head to look at Jim. He seemed comfortable on the motorcycle. He then looked at me. He nodded. I nodded back.

Good fucking morning.

chapter twenty-eight.

(belle)

I saw Duke sitting at the bar with a piece of bacon in his hand. I saw red for a few seconds and when I got close enough to him, I swung my hand, slapping him across the face. The piece of bacon went flying and all the guys jumped back a foot, giving me space to do it again.

“You asshole!” I yelled. “You put Jim in danger!”

Duke grinned and I wound up to smack him again. Before I could do so, Duke pulled me in and stopped me.

“What the hell…”

I had woken up to an empty bed. I had to hear this so called
epic fucking story
from a prospect of how Duke took Jim out for a motorcycle ride just before sunrise. How they went to a cemetery and were attacked by a rival MC. And how Jim shot someone! And that Duke fought one of the guys. Then they rode away in a blaze of glory with the other MC shooting at them.

“Easy, sweetie,” Duke said.

“What did the bacon do to you?” Cash asked.

“Can I slap him?” I asked Duke.

“Go for it.”

I turned and swung my open hand, cracking Cash across the face. That made all the guys burst into laughter.

I started to shake. This wasn’t a laughing thing.

Duke shoveled another scoop of food into his mouth and then grabbed my hand. He pulled me outside the clubhouse and around to the side of the building. He put me against the building, his hands holding my wrists.

“You good?” he asked.

“No!” I yelled. “What were you thinking?”

Duke let me go and backed up. “Come on then. Get it all out.”

I lunged at him, making fists. I pounded against his chest and shoulders, wanting to hurt him, but I was only hurting myself. It was like beating my fists against a brick wall. I lasted all of five seconds before I growled and stepped back.

“Better?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I said.

“Okay, sweetie. Listen to me. I took Jim to see Bill’s grave. To get that shit off his chest for a minute. He’s got to tap into his rage for this fight. It’s his only shot at winning. We were followed by the crew that bought the land from Jim. I’m assuming all of Jim’s paperwork stalling got back to them. So they wanted to send a message. I did what I had to do.”

“Jim shot people?”

“He shot someone,” Duke said. “And I saved him from killing that man. That would have been a big deal. But a gunshot wound? That’s nothing. Your brother was amazing out there, sweetie.”

“He’s not an outlaw like you!” I shouted. “He’s not a criminal!”

I saw Duke’s face drop. I covered my mouth, regretting my choice of words.

Shit.

Duke nodded. Then he got closer to me. He put me against the wall again.

“Criminal, huh?” he asked. “That’s what you think of me.”

“I didn’t mean…”

“Sure you did. And you’re right. I am a criminal. But I’m loyal. And fierce. So is Jim. He’s finding his place right now. Be mad all you want, but my best friend is finally back. He drank, got laid, and got in a fight. That’s the Jim I know and love.”

“And now he’s stepping back into war,” I said. “Last time he lost a leg. What happens this time?”

That was powerful and that came out of nowhere. It showcased my deepest fear in all of this.

Duke touched my face and kissed my forehead. “Nothing happens. He’s going to win this fight and then everything will settle itself up.”

I waited a few seconds. “Sorry I slapped you.”

“I’m not worried about it.”

“I’m just…”

Duke stole my words with a kiss. If it was his version of a good morning kiss then I was going to have a good morning every morning for the rest of my life. His tongue controlled mine and his body pressed hard to me. He only inched back to put enough room between us so his hand could touch the top of my pants. With the flick of his thumb my pants were open, his hand sliding down into the front of my panties.

I let out a groan, longing for his touch. Then I realized our hot sex life had been recently active outside. It was so different and new to me but I couldn’t get enough.

Duke kissed down my neck as his hand curled between my legs. I opened my legs and shuddered when his fingertips grazed my wet folds. Two fingers took command, pressing against me, slowly penetrating me. I let out a groan as his fingers sank deep into my body.

When Duke’s mouth climbed to my ear, he whispered, “You’re so fucking perfect, Belle. I love your pussy. I want you to come all over my fingers. Right now.”

My hands slapped back against the side of the clubhouse. His mouth and tongue went back to work, kissing along my neck again and back up to my mouth. The seconds our tongues touched my knees bent, my body aching for relief.

Duke started to finger me with thrusting force. My hips pressed back at him, feeling his fingers sinking deeper with each thrust. His thumb touched my smooth mound and inched down, curling at the right spot, exposing my clit. I was filled with such excitement of what happened to Duke overnight that my body was shaking from the inside out. Now Duke was turning that excitement into pleasure. And I was perfectly okay with that. Add to that the thrill of being outside where anyone could really see us, my body was on edge almost instantly.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as Duke rammed his fingers even harder at me.

I grabbed at his arm - the one fingering me - and I felt his muscles flexing each time he thrust into me.

Duke pressed his thumb harder to my clit, twisting, driving me insane. I ended up on my toes, my calf muscles flexing so tight I thought they were going rip apart from my body. Seconds later my ass was tapping against the wall, fucking at Duke’s fingers, demanding more. So much more.

“Tell me, sweetie,” he growled, breaking our kiss. “I feel you getting tighter. You’re going to come. Fucking tell me.”

“I’m coming!” I cried out, much louder than I needed to.

Fuck worrying about being caught. We sort of had already been caught on the roof by Cash. And I showed him my bare ass.

I let out a few more whimpering groans as Duke slowed his pace but didn’t leave my body. He knew exactly how to ease me down from orgasm in a way I never could have dreamed of. Even long after I had calmed down from his touch, Duke was still there. Always giving me attention. Never the kind to get me and get away. His lips grazed mine just as his fingers grazed my other lips. Slowly, softly, with the most romantic yet bad ass look on his face, Duke backed away from me.

He took his hand out of my pants. He held his wet fingers up to his face and gave me a grin that I would never forget. Then he flicked the tip of his tongue to his two middle fingers and smacked his lips together.

“Yeah, sweetie, now that’s the kind of taste for breakfast I want every fucking morning.”

**

Duke finished his breakfast and went to bed. Jim got changed into shorts and walked around the clubhouse like I had never seen before. He was almost proud of his prosthetic leg. Everyone stopped to stare at Jim and then the clubhouse erupted in cheers when he said he lost his leg in Iraq. I had never seen anything like it. Every single guy in that clubhouse stood and made it a point to walk to Jim and shake his hand. Everyone offered him a beer but he didn’t take a single sip.

When Jim passed by me he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

That was new to me.

I was left in complete shock when Jim left the clubhouse. It was like a different person had taken over my brother’s body. Even when I saw Maggie, she looked different. She was dressed in different clothes and cradled a mug of coffee between her hands. She tried her best to make her hair look good but it was definitely sex hair.

I pulled her outside and we sat at a picnic table.

“What did you do to my brother?” I asked.

Maggie grinned. “Better yet… what did he do to me?”

I groaned. “I didn’t need to hear that.”

“I heard Duke took him for a ride,” Maggie said. “That they got some action.”

“Action? I wouldn’t call it that. This is pretty serious.”

“Speaking of serious,” Maggie said. “This thing with me and Jim…”

“What about?” I asked with a smile.

“I like him. I mean, beyond all of this stuff happening. It was sweet that he thought of me when the bikers showed up to take him. He demanded I get to safety too. Just everything about him. We talk a lot.”

“Your hair says otherwise,” I said with a smile.

“Shut up. We talk a lot. And it’s fun to talk to him. I really like him.”

“You said that.”

“I said it again. If I fall for him…”

“Whoa,” I cut in. “Falling for Jim?”

“Jesus, Belle, take a hint,” Maggie said. She stood up and looked upset. “I’m asking what do I do if he ends up hurt again? Or gone?”

Great, just what I needed to hear. I had been wrestling with that since we got to the clubhouse. I worried about Duke. About Jim. About myself.

I walked to Maggie and rubbed her back. “I can’t say anything. But I can tell you this. The Jim that just walked out of the clubhouse was not the Jim that was at home. That Jim was already dead. Drinking all the time. Never showering. Letting his house and life fall apart. Letting all his burdens fall on me. So this entire thing is bringing him out of it. And that includes you, Maggie. You’re bringing him out of this hell.”

Maggie looked at me. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s only because I slept with him.”

“If that’s what it takes, stay on him.”

“Ew,” Maggie said. “Not him. You saying that.”

I laughed.

We heard a loud yell from somewhere behind the clubhouse.

“Fucking kill him!”
the voice boomed.

Maggie and I both hesitated and looked at each other.

Duke was inside sleeping.

We were alone.

What could be happening now?

**

I crept along the side of the clubhouse with Maggie next to me. The screams and yells kept up and then we saw the boxing ring and realized we weren’t in danger. Inside the boxing ring was Jim, circling around some guy. They weren’t wearing any boxing gloves though.

“What the…”

“He’s getting ready,” I whispered.

Maggie and I walked toward the ring.

Cash, Austin, Tristan, Max, and Xavier were all standing there, cheering Jim on.

“Hey prospect!” Cash yelled. “I can see your pussy hanging out of your shorts!”

Of course it was a prospect in the ring.

The guy looked down at himself - I had no idea why - and Jim took full advantage. I had never seen my brother move the way he did with his prosthetic leg. He threw a left, right, left, sending the prospect flying back. He then moved with another right and lost his balance. Jim stumbled and moved to the ring, smashing his ribs into the turnbuckle. He grabbed the ropes and let out a yell as he tried to get his footing back to normal.

The prospect then came at him, throwing a big right to Jim’s jaw, sending him rolling along the ropes.

“No!” Maggie yelled. “Stop!”

“Fight, Jim!” Xavier said.

Jim looked up from the ropes at me and Maggie. His eyes were those dead eyes I’d seen before. The prospect got behind him and started to unload on his ribs. Then the prospect took a swing at the back of Jim’s head. Jim took the punch and then quickly threw an elbow. He smashed the prospect right in the nose. Blood sprayed everywhere and all the guys cheered.

Wincing, Jim got back on his feet and turned. He walked with an obvious limp toward the prospect and punched the guy two times, dropping him. That’s when the fight was finally called. Xavier ran to grab the prospect while Cash and Austin got into the ring to congratulate Jim.

Jim took the pats on the back and cheers with a smile. But his eyes were locked to Maggie.

Between everyone involved with the entire situation, there was one thing very clear.

There was more than just a single life on the line here.

**

I opened Duke’s jeans because the opportunity was there. Duke had gotten what would normally be a normal night’s sleep and what better way to wake him up than by pulling his thick cock from his jeans and stroking him until he was rock hard? Which, by the way, only took a few strokes.

Duke stirred and groaned as my hand played with the head of his cock. I rolled my thumb along his defined tip, my mouth starting to water. I slid my palm down the bottom of his shaft and held at his heavy root. I pressed his cock down to his stomach and leaned forward, putting the tip of my tongue just above my hand and I slowly licked all the way up. I moved my hand down, letting his cock stand tall again, my lips moving over his thick head. I inched down and pulled back, tasting his flesh. The softness of it made me shiver. That’s what he used to open me with so many times. That softness of flesh gave way to a steel hard shaft that seemed like it went for miles and miles.