by London Casey
Trev pointed to the door. “Jim. Go get a beer. On the house.”
He left and looked around the table. “What the fuck did he say…”
“We had a meeting not too long ago,” Trev cut in. “We said our enemies were going to come hard. New leadership. New vision. Everyone wants to attack us. So here we are with a huge problem.”
“So let’s just start killing innocent people,” I said.
“Sends a violent message,” Cash said. “To everyone. Innocent and guilty. That’s a heavy foot to put down.”
“We do what we have to do,” Austin said.
“The guy out there defended our freedoms right here. And then he got left behind when he came home. I am not leaving him behind again.”
“So we’re bringing personal shit to the table?” Jasper asked.
“There’s something we can do,” Cade said.
“What?” Trev asked.
“Crime scene,” Cade said. “Turn the land into a crime scene.”
“How so?” Cash asked.
“Get an investigation up there. It’ll stall the deal. Jim can pull out. We can get in and bust the rest of it up. Make the Hell Five look weak. Make them look stupid.”
“Better yet,” Trev said. “We fuck with their heads.”
“How so?” Jasper asked.
Me and Trev met eyes. We both started to grin.
“The prospect,” I said. “He’s still up there.”
“The one I shot?” Kye asked.
“Yes,” Trev said. “Plant him on the land. Fucking locals will have a field day with that.”
“That’s perfect,” Cash said. “Hell Five won’t know how to react. Whoever is backing them will be pissed. The deal will go on hold. The only thing though is that it’ll put Chief Danielson on our ass.”
“He’s always on our ass,” Jasper said.
“I’ll take that if we need to,” Trev said. “This is about killing this deal. About pushing the Hell Five back where they belong.”
“But it doesn’t solve the Russian problem,” Cade said. “Sixty-five large.”
“That’s a lot of fucking money,” Kye said.
“I know it’s a shot in the dark here, but won’t proof of what we’re doing to the Hell Five be some kind of reassurance to Ivan?” I asked.
“Possibly,” Jasper said.
“But it’s not cash,” Trev said.
Trent then knocked his fist to the table. “Shit. I heard there’s a big round of fights going on soon. A lot of underground money come through. We could jump on that.”
“Ivan wants blood money,” Jasper said.
“Ivan wants money,” I said. “We take care of the Hell Five on our own and give him the money our way, he gets what he wants and we don’t look like his bitch.”
“That’s a lot to ask for from a fight,” Trev said. “Who do we put up?”
“I’ll go,” Trent said.
“I’ll fight,” I said.
One by one we all raised our hands.
“What do you think, Cade?” Trev asked.
“I’ll fight,” Cade said. “And if we keep rolling the bets into the next fight…”
“One fuck up and we’re screwed,” Jasper said.
“Then we’re at zero,” Tristan said.
“What about pussy?” Cash asked. “Can’t we put a little pressure on our friends at the club to help out?”
“Those girls can barely take care of themselves,” I said. “There’s no extra money being hidden.”
“Okay,” Trev said. “One thing at a time here. The Hell Five stole fifty-grand from this club. That money is owed to Ivan and Peter. Start with shutting down the deal. Then we can shake down the Hell Five for the fifty. The other fifteen we can worry about then.”
“Let’s all take a breather,” Jasper said. “We’ll arrange for the set up on the land and let that play out.”
“Agreed,” Kye said.
“Vote?” Trev asked.
Everyone nodded. Trev smacked the gavel.
The meeting was over. Even if nothing was actually resolved.
We all exited the conference room.
The clubhouse was getting full and coming to life. The rest of the day would be spent drinking, planning, and waiting for something to happen.
I couldn’t just hang around and wait.
Normally I’d just take a bottle of whiskey and a reliever to my room until we were both out of breath. I’d let her shower, clean up, and then kick her out.
But this time was very different. I had Belle at the clubhouse. And when I saw her sitting at the end of the bar, sipping some drink with a straw in it, nibbling at the straw, eyeing me, smiling, it fucking damn near killed me. I’d been punched, kicked, stabbed, and shot, but it felt nothing like that moment.
I wandered down to Belle and she turned to face me.
“You’re quite settled,” I said.
“Just trying to look like I’m not terrified. I’m good at hiding myself.”
“Where’s Jim?”
“Having a drink with Maggie. How did everything go?”
“It went,” I said. “So do you plan on sitting there all day and night?”
“I’m not sure. I’m not allowed to go home, right? So what else is there to do?”
I put my hand to Belle’s waist. I leaned and put my lips to her ear. “You’re going to come for a ride with me, sweetie.”
I took her hand and led her out of the clubhouse. Cash, Max, and Kye all whistled and called out some dumb shit comments. Outside, Jim and Maggie were leaning against a railing, talking. It was good to see Jim actually smiling for once. Trev, Jasper, and Trent were standing at a picnic table with Cade, going over legal documents and maps.
Maybe I should have been in the mix of it all but I didn’t want that shit right then.
I wanted Belle. I wanted her all to myself.
The romantic reason would be to say because I loved her and wanted her for the rest of my life.
The truth… I wanted her all to myself because in the blink of an eye I could end up dead.
chapter twenty-four.
(belle)
My hands gripped his leather cut tight. The roar and rumble of the motorcycle chased away any thoughts I could have. I peeked over his body to see the open road flying at us. It was so powerful it stole my breath away for a few seconds.
I had no idea where we were going.
Just cruising from the town to a more country type setting. We weren’t going anywhere near my house or the land.
Minutes gave us miles away from everything wrong. And it felt good to be with Duke. Just like we used to be. Riding on his first motorcycle, getting ourselves into trouble, never thinking for a second that anything bad could happen to us.
Funny how innocence made you feel so invincible.
We ended up twisting and turning through about a hundred roads and then ended up at some flat land with trees. It was green, vast, and beautiful. Duke pulled over and killed the engine on his motorcycle. We climbed off and Duke nodded to the open field.
“It’s a nice little spot,” he said.
“How many women have you brought up here?” I asked. I instantly felt stupid for asking the question, sounding petty and jealous.
Duke touched my cheek. “Only you, sweetie. This is where I come to think. To just waste some time and clear my head a little.”
“You seem more the type to clear your head with your fists.”
“That too, sweetie. But since I can’t go out and get arrested, I figure why not come up here for a little bit.” Duke opened the bag attached the back of his motorcycle. To my surprise there was a small blanket and a few bottles of beer. “Had prospects pack me up. They’re circling around too. But they’re not watching us.”
“Circling? Prospects?”
Duke smiled. “Prospects are guys that aren’t patched in yet. Runts. Newbies. Trying to earn their way into the MC. I can’t travel alone, just in case we get attacked. So we’re safe with t
hem cruising around.”
“Attacked?”
“Sweetie, this is war. I’m sorry you’re involved in it now but this is it.”
“What about the police?”
“Not for this shit.” Duke had the blanket and beer in one hand. He grabbed my hand with his other. He started to walk. “Nothing the PD could do for this. It’s old demons still struggling for power. It’s how we survive. None of that needs to be on your mind.”
Duke chose a spot between two thick and tall trees. The branches and leaves spread across and created a natural canopy. He spread out the blanket and twisted off the cap to a beer and handed it to me.
We sat next to each other and it was almost like the old days.
“So what did you have to do to get patched in?” I asked Duke.
“You don’t want to know,” he said and winked.
“As much as I know about you, Duke, you’re a giant mystery to me.”
“I’m an open book, sweetie. My mind is just all twisted and fucked up. Every decision I made seemed like it had purpose at the time.”
“It did,” I said. I grabbed for Duke’s hand. “You can’t change anything.”
“I miss Big Jim,” Duke said. “He was a good man.”
“I miss him too,” I said. I felt my stomach flip. “I can’t believe the way it all happened.”
“You know, he really did a lot for me. He shaped me in a lot of ways. Kicked my ass when I needed it. Bailed me out when I needed it. But the best thing he ever did was trust me with you. He could’ve kicked my ass up and down that driveway a hundred times but he didn’t. I told him once that I was going to take care of you for the rest of your life.”
“No you didn’t,” I said.
“I swear on it, sweetie.”
“Right after I joined up and Jim did. Your old man called me out on the porch and gave me a beer. I thought he was going to beat my ass for having Jim sign up with me. But he was proud. Of both of us. He told me that. My old man never said that to me. He only reminded me of how much of a mistake I was before trying to hurt me. But Big Jim told me he was proud. That I kept my nose mostly out of trouble. Then he looked me dead in the eye and wanted to know how I felt about you. He knew I was beating up all the guys interested in you. So I told him the truth. I told him I cared about you. That I waited until you were old enough to make decisions before I decided to make you my girl. He wanted to know what my plan was. Shit, I was young, Belle. How the fuck was I supposed to have a plan? I was old enough to buy beer. That was my excitement. But when I thought about you, it all clicked. Next thing I knew I was telling Big Jim that I planned on marrying you and loving you for the rest of my life.”
I let out a gasp and it cracked as the emotion got to me. “You really said that?”
“Yeah. And I fucking meant it. Then and now, sweetie. Shit just got so messed up. I came back and it was like everything was missing. I had no family. I had nothing. I was portrayed as some kind of hero while Jim was the one suffering. He was the hero, not me. He pushed two men out of that truck and saved their lives.”
“You pulled Jim out,” I said.
“But it’s not the same. So I just lost my edge. I started to get my ass into trouble. I wanted freedom. I was looking for a purpose. The last thing I wanted was to drag you down. But the fucked up part is that is exactly what I’m doing right now. Dragging you down.”
Now it was my turn to finally make a move. I touched Duke’s face. I shook my head. “No, Duke. You’re not dragging me down. You’re doing what you promised all those years ago. You’re saving me. You’re here right when I need you to be. I called you and you came.”
“I came to argue with you,” Duke said with a grin. “And to kick Jim’s ass.”
“And you did both.”
“Ah, fuck,” Duke said. “You’re really amazing, Belle. Sometimes I’d sit right here and think about you. I would hope you were with someone that made you happy. But then I’d get pissed off. Because I’m the only one to make you happy.”
“Then make me happy,” I said.
Duke leaned right over me, pressing his chest to mine. Towering over me, instant shelter, comfort, and warmth. Our lips were just an inch apart.
“I’m taking you right here,” he said.
“That’s what I wanted you to say,” I flirted back.
“No, sweetie, it’s not about what you want. It’s about what you fucking need.”
I gushed and Duke started to kiss me.
He placed my back on the ground and took complete control.
It’s about what you fucking need.
That I could never argue. It was about what I fucking needed.
And right then I fucking needed Duke.
**
I kicked off my jeans and panties. My face was red as an apple. I bit my lip and looked around.
Right here? Right outside?
It wasn’t the first time Duke would take me outside but definitely the first time in the daylight.
He was next to me, blocking me from the road. The trees alone were enough to keep us covered up. Duke’s hand touched my leg and slipped to my inner thigh. I felt the toughness of his fingertips as he came up to my slit. He touched me, sending warm shivers throughout my entire body. His left hand was behind my head, gently holding me.
“Fuck, sweetie, you’re soaking wet,” he said. “I can smell that sweetness from here.”
I moved my left hand and wrestled the massive bulge in his jeans. I popped open his belt buckle and opened his jeans. My hand slid down, feeling the thatch of his hair that gave way to a root as thick as the trees. I pulled at him, wanting him against me.
His cock finally came free, plopping against my belly. I put my hand over the side of his shaft and rubbed at him pressing him hard against me.
His fingers curled and entered me.
The sensation of pressure easily gave way to pleasure.
Duke then kissed me.
The warmth spread head to toe inside my body. My left hand clutched at the edge of the blanket as Duke’s tongue commanded me. His fingers plunged deeper into me, twisting, pulling out, bringing a fresh gush of wetness. My hand slid up along the side of his shaft a few more times until I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him inside me. I tugged at him, demanding him.
Duke nibbled at my bottom lip and then kissed my chin and went for my throat. I arched my neck and stared up to the trees. It was a beautifully calm day. I had the man of my dreams all over me. Climbing on top of me. The rush of his hot breath against my neck a second before he kissed me. The way his fingertips all brushed against my clit as he brought his hand to my lower belly to hold there as he came forward with his cock.
The second he touched me, I whimpered. He thrust forward, entering me, making my body jump. I cried out, my voice carrying into the air, feeling him go all the way in. He then held there and reversed his kisses until he got to my mouth again. Only he didn’t kiss me again. He just stared at me. My body shook from the inside out, trying to cope with intense pressure, pleasure, and a soaring feeling of love for him in that moment. If I wasn’t already in love with Duke that would have been the moment to fall in love with him.
He bucked his hips, pressing harder and deeper. I sucked in a breath and let out a breathless cry. Duke gritted his teeth and put his hands into fists and put them to the blanket. He lifted the top half of his torso up and made the same movement. So deep inside me and still trying to go deeper. Reaching places that weren’t supposed to be reached. Thrusting so hard that it made my body flex and push against the ground. But the best feeling was the way his body rubbed against my clit.
I managed to move my hands and grab at his waist. “There. Please, Duke…”
“You like being full,” he said. “Every inch of my dick inside you.”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Don’t stop.”
“Come all over me, sweetie. I want to feel it.”
Duke inched back and thrust forward again. That put
me right on the edge. Duke then repeated the move, over and over, pounding against me. My nails dug at his ass and even that was nothing but muscle. Feeling him pull back and fuck me was like nothing else. I was at his mercy and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
When I reached the point of climax, my hands moved from Duke to the blanket. I grabbed at it, pulling, even tearing up grass as I came. That’s when Duke started to speed up. Fucking me harder, faster, pumping me through my orgasm, leaving me gasping for air. He got to his knees and his hands moved up my shirt. Both hands cupped over my breasts, over my bra, and he held me there. I looked down and it was one of the hottest sights ever. Duke fucking me with his jeans down to his knees. His t-shirt dangling near his cock. His leather cut still on his body. I was naked from the waist down, but still wearing socks and shoes.
It was so impulsive, naughty, maybe even dirty and wrong. But with Duke it made everything feel right. I let the blanket go and grabbed for his arms. My fingertips slid up the arms of his t-shirt and felt the hard rock hard muscles of his triceps and biceps.
The sound of our sex became a soundtrack to the quiet day. The wet sounds. Our bodies slapping together. Duke grunting. Me groaning. For a few minutes I completely even forgot we were out in the middle of the day. A few of my cries carried way too far, leaving me then swallowing them down.
As my second orgasm approached I arched my back and rocked my hips against Duke’s movements. He started to move even faster.
Holy shit, it was so good.
Duke then all but collapsed onto me, his mouth crashing to mine. He kissed me like it was the last time we were going to kiss ever. My body was sent into an instant state of shock and that was just seconds before Duke started to come.
He returned to the way it all started. His beautiful cock deep inside me, holding tight, pulsing over and over. But it was the way he kissed me. I never wanted it to end. All of it. The time between me and Duke. Our lives together. Our bodies together. Everything together.
When he finished, he eased away from me, pulling me with him so we were both on our sides.
“Shit,” I managed to whisper. “That was good.”
“That was great, sweetie. Just what I needed.”
“Me too.”
“I know,” he said with a sexy grin. He moved a piece of hair out of my face. “Anything you want to know about me?”
