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

by London Casey

  Duke put his mouth to mine.

  I had no breath, no words, nothing. I was barely able to move my tongue and kiss back at him. He took his hands from mine. I did as I was told, gripping the sheets. Gently, Duke placed a hand to my lower belly. He lifted up over the bed some more and broke the kiss. I was sideways to him, my head turned, watching as he eyed my body again. It made me shiver. It left me soaked. I was so turned on I felt myself just inches away from falling off the ledge of pleasure.

  I bit my lip as Duke kissed my chest.

  Kiss by perfect kiss, he worked down to my left breast. His left hand came up and cupped my breast from the side, squeezing tight, but not too tight. His lips grazed over my nipple, followed by his tongue. He flicked and raced against me, his mouth then covering my breast, engulfing as much as he could. My breast was too big for his mouth; it had always been that way. But Duke always tried to taste all of me. I arched my back and pressed my chest harder to him.

  His right hand eased down under the sheet and to my panties. His fingers curled over my panties, pressing against me. I let out a whimper and jumped.

  “Easy,” Duke said, his hot breath spreading across my chest.

  “I can’t,” I blurted out. “It’s been too fucking long.”

  Duke nuzzled his nose to my nipple. Then he pressed his fingers harder between my legs. Still over my panties. Fucking torture… but good torture.

  My knees started to shake. I was fighting off orgasm the best I could, but instinct was taking over.

  “How long, sweetie?” he asked.

  “What? Duke…”

  “How fucking long has it been?”

  I felt one of his fingers pull at the edge of my panties. He exposed me from the side, his fingers touching my slick fold.

  “Fuck,” I said. “A year. A fucking year.”

  He then moved up and the world started to move faster than I ever thought possible.

  Duke tore the sheet off me. He grabbed my panties and ripped them apart at the sides like he was opening a bag of chips. His hand then touched my soft mound. I always took care of myself, for no reason whatsoever until that moment. Again, his rough touch to my soft skin. The contrast was always present with me and Duke. From the day we met.

  His mouth came down to my belly button. I let out a groan. He started to kiss me, inching down. Slowly. So fucking slowly. His kisses were purposely slow and purposely loud, trying to destroy me.

  “Tell me when,” he said.

  “Now!” I cried out. “Hurry.”

  But he kept going slow.

  I gave him two more kisses before I moved my right hand and grabbed his head. I shoved at him, being so greedy. More greedy than ever in my life.

  “I’m… co…”

  I couldn’t get the words out fast enough. A deep flood had been broken up inside me. Duke grabbed my left leg, slapping me, and then he pulled at me. Next thing I knew I was spinning on my bed, facing Duke. His hands opened my legs, his mouth inches from tasting me. My ass was flexed tight, already lifted off the bed.

  Duke put my legs over his shoulders and came at me. His hands grabbed my hips and his mouth did the rest.

  My elbows were on the bed, hands holding the sheets.

  Our eyes locked as his tongue had the first taste of me.

  Bottom to top, right back, repeating the motion twice. I started to quiver as my orgasm came to crest. Duke was so fucking perfect, he knew right where I was and knew right what to do. His mouth came together against my pussy, sucking at me. The tip of his tongue gently grazed my clit and that was more than I could handle.

  My hips bucked at Duke as I continued to come. I rocked myself against him so hard and he was there to take it and give it right back to me. Tasting me. His tongue running rampant. His tongue running outlaw.

  “Fuck!” I managed to cry out in a dry voice as my head fell back.

  I stared at the ceiling as Duke’s hands slid over my ass, holding me up. I could hear him between my legs, his tongue and mouth savoring my wetness as I came.

  My legs and hips and body were thrusting and moving so hard.

  When I was able to finally look down at Duke, I felt tears fill my eyes. My emotions were as destroyed as the rest of me. I collapsed to the bed and Duke moved his hands from my ass. My lower half was limp, completely relaxed.

  Slowly, Duke licked at me a few more times, bringing jolts of excitement between my legs. I looked like someone getting shocked the way my hips would thrust to his touch.

  His hands then inched up my body along with his mouth, kissing ever-so-softly beyond my mound to my belly button. Then he pulled away and I managed to look down at him. These were the eyes of a real man. Outlaw, criminal, renegade, whatever society wanted to throw at him as a label, but the truth was much simpler than that. He was all man. And the look in his eyes told me something else.

  He wasn’t finished with me yet for the night.

  thirteen.

  (duke)

  I purposely moved my hands from Belle’s body and pressed them to the bed. Her sweet taste lingered on my lips, in my mouth. I couldn’t stop tasting her. The memories of her body were rushing back, even though she was different now. Like a fruit that had matured for so long, ready to be picked, and I craved all of her.

  The territory was dangerous. Shit, it was probably more fucking dangerous than that ride when I got shot by the Hell Five and Ivan. It wasn’t just my life at stake here. This was about Belle’s too. She had nobody to rely on and her eyes were already attached to me. Like I was some kind of hero already. The truth was that I had dealt with enough overdose bullshit that it was second nature to do what I did with Jim.

  But fuck that for now.

  I stood up and gazed upon that body before me. I saw her hands slowly start to move, like she wanted to try and cover up herself. I gritted my teeth, knowing she probably had some fake ass magazine around the house. Ones with women that didn’t know how to eat and had expensive computer programs to cover up anything that resembled the slightest of imperfection.

  Fuck. That.

  I grabbed Belle’s hand and leaned forward. I put her left hand between my legs.

  “Feel that, sweetie,” I growled. “I’m so fucking stiff I could hold this house up in an earthquake.”

  She nodded at me.

  “Unzip my jeans right now,” I ordered. “Feel for yourself what you do to me.”

  I took the liberty of taking off my leather cut and t-shirt, dropping them to the floor. Belle opened my jeans as I told her to do. I put my hands to my sides and watched and felt as she pushed my jeans down, letting my snake slither itself free from captivity. My dick popped out and stood straight at her.

  The look on her face was priceless. Everything she had remembered.

  Her right hand grabbed the thick root of my cock and held there.

  I put my hand to hers and squeezed, stroking a little, feeling my cock already pulsing, ready to let go. That’s the kind of shit Belle always did to me. I could fuck for hours. I could fuck for the feel, the pleasure, the act of just fucking. But with Belle, there was so much shit twisted up in it all, it was like my dick wanted to suddenly become a minute-man.

  I leaned forward some more, my left hand grabbing the bed again. I kept going until my body pressed against Belle’s. My mouth was an inch from hers.

  “You asked me to stay,” I whispered with a cocky grin.

  “Yes, I did,” she said.

  “This is why I said no,” I said. “I can’t be near you and not fuck you.”

  I stroked my hand over hers, all the way to the head of my cock. I then let go and brought my hand all the way up to the back of her head.

  “Look down and watch me,” I said.

  Time felt like it had somehow slowed down and sped up at the same time.

  Our heads were touching as we both looked down. Belle’s small hand trying to grasp my thick cock. Pulling me toward her body as I eased down some more, pressing against the soft and
warm entrance to her core. I thrust and entered her, just the head of my cock, and her hand grabbed at my stomach. Nails scratching at me already as I slowly broke her open, relieving her of all that pent up stress and lack of sex.

  I buried myself deep inside her with a few hard thrusts. I kissed her mouth, feeling her groan as her tongue tried to keep up with mine. My hand dug into the back of her head, into her soft hair, just like I always remembered. My other hand slid down the side of her body, following her perfect natural curves until I found comfort at her ass.

  I started to fuck her and never let up. Pulling and pushing, pumping and thrusting, each time I moved back into her the bed jumped, the mattress squeaked, and Belle let out either a whimper or a cry.

  As I started to lift up off her body, something happened inside me. It was like a fuse had been lit. My hands touched her sides, gripping her ribs, just under her breasts. My feet were planted firmly on the floor. Her body moved in sync with mine. Her beautiful breasts, so full and tender, bounced with delight to the rhythm of me fucking her. Slowly, Belle reached back, hands over her head, grabbing at the comforter on the bed. She arched her back, groaning, finally losing herself to me.

  She started to come for the second time, lifting her ass off the bed. I felt the gush against my cock, the hopeless throbbing, her hips bucking, seeking even more relief. It fucking pissed me off that someone like Belle hadn’t been taken care of in a year. With all the shit going on in her life she should of at least had this to enjoy. But at the same time, I felt a rage of jealousy hit me. That another man had touched her since me. Then an overwhelming feeling of demanding no man to ever touch her again.

  I chased my thoughts away and let my eyes memorize the scene. Looking down at our bodies colliding together. My dick pumping in and out of her, veins throbbing, ready to finish. The sight of her delicate folds gripped to me, welcoming me with each thrust forward. Her hips, belly, my hands holding her sides tight, her breasts bouncing, her beautiful neck, cute little chin and nose.

  Ah… fuck…

  I felt the rush hit me like a bulldozer. My ass flexed and bucked forward at her, almost stutter stepping on the floor. I quickly leaned forward and with my right hand, grabbed for her hair. I pulled her mouth to mine a split second before I started to come. My stomach flexed as I pressed harder and deeper than ever.

  And I let go inside of her, feeling that comfortable rush. My cock spilling and her body still moving, sliding against me, coaxing it all out of me.

  I got lost in kissing her. I got lost in my own mind, replaying history that could never be changed. I got lost in the entire moment of it all, knowing I had stepped way over a boundary that should have been left the hell alone.

  We stopped kissing at the same time and looked at each other.

  It was like we both realized the same thing at the same time.

  But instead of saying something, we just kept kissing.

  **

  I pulled Belle into my arms. The room was finally silent but everything we’d done still lingered in the air. The wild passion. It was like we had picked up where it all left off. Only knowing I had years of experience and her body had years of maturing.

  Her left hand touched my chest. I couldn’t help as I looked at it, remembering the days when I envisioned my life with Belle for forever. That she’d be wearing a diamond ring, then a wedding ring. That was the goddamn plan and it seemed pretty easy. So cut and dry, just waiting for me there. Then I fucked it all up by wanting to be a war hero. Part of it was Big Jim telling me that I had to find my purpose. That playing with cars and motorcycles wasn’t going to always cut it for me. Maybe that was his way of trying to get rid of me. Or maybe he really wanted me to find something greater in life.

  So much for that.

  My lips brushed against Belle’s hair. She smelled like fruity shampoo and sex sweat. It was intoxicating.

  “When was your last time?” she asked out of nowhere.

  “What?”

  “You asked me. So now I’m asking you. When was your last time?”

  “You really want the truth about that?” I asked.

  Belle propped her chin on my chest and looked at me. “Please tell me it wasn’t with someone else tonight. That would make me feel…”

  I moved down and kissed her, stealing her worry.

  “Sweetie, there’s only one thing you need to know,” I said. I had the words and I knew I was putting myself way out there. “The last time that actually mattered… was with you.”

  Belle smiled.

  She kissed my chest and put her head back down. Her left hand then moved for my hand. Our fingers interlocked and I felt my heart thumping harder than ever.

  I was used to living in a world of life and death.

  I was in a world of life and love.

  fourteen.

  (belle)

  I cracked the last of a dozen eggs and started to mix them up in a big bowl. My hands were still shaking from the night before. The last thing I expected to wake up to was Duke next to me in bed. It all felt like a wild dream. Waking up on Duke’s big, strong chest. Looking up at his chiseled jaw and wickedly handsome face. I had to get out of the bed or else something was going to happen again.

  And nothing could happen again. There was no way Duke and I could get tangled up in bed again. Last night might not have been a mistake but it wasn’t something to go bragging about. It was simply a moment caught up in twisted emotions and we resorted to the one thing we knew and appreciated about each other.

  Plus, waiting a year…

  I poured the beat up eggs into a pan and grinned.

  Was it so wrong to say I got what I wanted?

  The coffeepot made its growling noise and I was there a second later with a mug. I poured a big cup, tended to the eggs, and completely skipped any attempt at cooking bacon. I learned my lesson from the last time when I almost caught the house on fire.

  When Duke came into the kitchen, our eyes instantly locked. We both played the entire night over in our minds. He stood at the table, hands on a chair, looking bad ass and sexy mixed together. It didn’t seem right that a man like Duke could wake up, toss on his shirt from yesterday, and look as good as he did.

  “There’s coffee,” I said.

  “That I could use,” Duke said.

  He walked through the kitchen - mind you, it was a big kitchen - but he purposely walked my way. I felt his hand gently touch my back. His presence was massive yet it felt great. So protective.

  He kissed the top of my head.

  Then he whispered, “It’s going to be okay, sweetie.”

  I nodded.

  I had no idea what he was talking about but it was good to hear those words being spoken. From the corner of my eye I watched as Duke poured himself coffee. He took it black. He put it to his lips and sipped as though the liquid wasn’t ten thousand degrees. Something so little like that shouldn’t have turned me on the way it did.

  Duke nestled himself into the corner of the counter. “Eggs smell good.”

  “You should see me with bacon,” I said.

  “Oh?”

  “Don’t even ask,” another voice said.

  I looked and saw Jim walking into the kitchen. See, he wore the same clothes from yesterday too but he looked completely homeless and beat up. Like a burned out junkie.

  “There he is,” Duke said. “The rockstar. Partying with pills all night.”

  My heart skipped a beat. The last time these two tried to talk they ended up in a fist fight. I wasn’t in the mood to get between them again.

  “That’s why you’re here again?” Jim asked.

  “You going to stop trying to hurt yourself?” Duke shot right back.

  “I’ll start with a coffee.”

  “Here,” Duke said. He offered Jim his mug. “It’s already cooled off. So your little girl lips don’t get burned.”

  Jim took the mug and half smiled. “I’ll throw this in your face.”

  “Go ah
ead,” Duke said. “It’s cooled off.”

  “Just for the record, I wasn’t trying to hurt myself,” Jim said. “Or anyone. I felt like shit yesterday. I was thinking about messing with that damn tree outside.” He looked right at me. “Since you don’t stop bitching about it.”

  “Hey,” Duke said. “That’s your sister, brother. A little respect.”

  Jim grinned again, eyeing me and Duke. “Right. Sure.”

  That grin… could he sense it?

  He was a guy. Of course he sensed it.

  Jim always gave me crap for falling as hard as I did for Duke. Duke had been my first real crush when I was too young for him and he quickly became my first true love when I was old enough to be with him.

  “I was cutting at the tree,” Jim said, “and I just felt off. My body started to hurt. So I did what the doc said to do. I took a couple pills.”

  “A couple,” Duke said. “How many is your version of a couple?”

  “You build a tolerance, man,” Jim said.

  “That’s something a junkie would say.”

  “Fuck yourself,” Jim said. He turned and walked to the table. He sat down.

  I then looked at Duke and sucked in a deep breath. Duke puckered his lips with a shhh and then inched toward me.

  He got close and whispered, “I’ve got this, sweetie.”

  He kissed the side of my head and then sat across from Jim at the table.

  “How many did you take?” Duke asked.

  “A few. More than I should have. But I wasn’t going to die.”

  “Belle didn’t know that. She called me. You’re lucky. If an ambulance was here…”

  “I know,” Jim said. He stared into his coffee as I served him and Duke a plate of eggs.

  “The least you could do is apologize to her,” Duke said.

  “You’re not complaining about getting the call,” Jim said.

  “Smart mouth, huh?”

  Jim grabbed his fork and shoveled a huge heap of eggs toward his mouth. That’s when Duke made a move. Duke grabbed Jim’s wrist and twisted. Jim dropped the fork. Duke stood, kicking the chair back, and leaned over.

  “I’m only going to say this once, Jim. If I ever get another fucking phone call about you drinking too much, puking, taking too many pills… I’m going to take you out back and make you never get a chance to try it again. You have problems, Jim? Call me.”