by London Casey
“I can live with that,” Duke said. “Right now you can expect me to have to leave and do some things. Some of which I can’t talk about. All we can do is prepare. I brought you up here to get to understand it all. When there’s a time to breathe, you fucking breathe, sweetie. You don’t fuck around with that. Because hell is waiting just around the corner.”
“Trust me, Duke, I know what that means,” Belle said. “All I’ve been through…”
I broke a hand away from hers and I touched her face. My thumb stroked her cheek. “You’ll never have to do that shit alone ever again.”
My hand slid behind her neck and pulled her close. I kissed her. Our lips, our tongues, colliding and forcefully playing with each other. Belle put her hands to the top of my jeans and tugged. The kiss then grew hotter. It grew wilder. My left hand slid up her body and touched her breast over her shirt. Belle opened her mouth and let out a sigh. Feeling her breath, tasting her sigh, I knew I had to have her again.
Fuck, I had to have Belle right there on the spot.
**
She shuddered as I lifted her shirt up over her head. She bit her lip as I unsnapped her bra and pulled it off her body. I draped it over one of the lawn chairs and then admired that I had Belle fucking naked on the roof of the clubhouse. Her arms were crossed, covering her beautiful breasts. Her legs together, showing the cut of her slit.
Goddammit, she was fucking amazing.
I touched her wrists and pulled. “Don’t be afraid.”
“This is insane,” Belle whispered. “Anyone could come up here.”
“Then we better hurry.”
I pulled her arms down to her sides. Her nipples were super hard, my hands unable to control themselves as I touched her. I palmed her tits and squeezed, feeling my cock sliding down the leg of my jeans even more.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. My cock was full and needed release.
I stepped back and took off my leather cut. I figured the right thing here was to make it fair. So I took off my shirt and then dropped my jeans down to my ankles. My cock popped free, standing tall, shooting straight out at Belle. She stepped toward me and her hand slid along the top of my thick shaft. I loved her fucking touch. My hands slapped to her hips with an echoing crack. She let out a groan and jumped. I pulled her close, bending my knees, letting my dick ease between her legs. I felt her warmth and wetness rub against me.
We kissed again and then I put my hands to her ass and pulled at her. I lowered myself down right there on the roof. I got down on my ass, putting my back down, my hands holding Belle’s hips, bringing her right down to my cock. The swell of my cock pressed against her pussy, opening her right up. I entered her and slid my hands up her body to cup her breasts. Her hands touched mine, but only for a few seconds. As she lowered herself down, her hips bucked, trying to get used to me and fully accept me.
Her hands came flying forward and down, clawing at my chest.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned. “It’s so good.”
“You haven’t even taken it all yet, sweetie,” I said.
My hands eased to her lower back and I pulled, bringing her all the way down on me. Belle let out a whimpering cry that carried into the night. Fuck, it was such a fun risk being up there on the roof of the building. It didn’t matter if someone caught us, but I knew for Belle, it was something she worried about.
I climbed my fingers up her back and pulled at her, bringing her down to me. She leaned forward and let her tits hang in front of my face. Now there was something I could never resist. I brought my hands around and cupped her tight, my thumbs running across her nipples a second before I tasted her. My tongue ran rampant, flicking up and down, feeling the stiffness of her nipple to my mouth. I then tasted each breast, suckling hard, forcing Belle to dig her nails harder into my chest.
I pulled away from her chest and put my hands to her back again. I pulled her down, now wanting to taste her mouth.
As we kissed, Belle started to fuck. Her knees on the roof, lifting and lowering her perfect ass, guiding her pussy along my dick, working it all perfectly. I wondered if she had any idea how good she could fuck. My hands inched down her back, right to the bump of her ass. Each time she lifted up, my fingers pressed, shoving her back down. I wanted her harder. I wanted her faster. I wanted to feel her pussy come all over me right before I filled her.
The kiss was as hot as the sex. We were both sloppy, voracious, demanding more from each other. Shit, there were so many emotions between us tangled up in that kiss and fuck it could never be undone. That was just how me and Belle always were. We were meant to be together.
I put my hands to her hips and then belly, gently pushing. I wanted her up. I wanted to watch her fuck me. I wanted to watch her tits dance as she fucked me.
Belle lifted her top half off me and put her hands to my chest. It pressed her tits together. She started to speed up, putting those curvy hips to great use. My cock was buried deep inside and I knew it was only a matter of time before I let go. I bent my knees just a little and dug the heels of my boots to the roof. When Belle lifted up I thrust up at her, pounding my cock back into her pussy. She let out a cry the first time I made the bold move but then she leaned forward, her hands scratching off my chest to the roof and stayed there, letting me fuck her.
I pounded at her, over and over, my body smashing against her with the wettest of sounds. I couldn’t contain myself, loving the way she felt and loving the angle of it. I put a hand to her hair and made damn sure she stared into my eyes as I fucked her. My other hand eased between her legs, two fingers finding the nub of her clit. All it took then were a few rough strokes and Belle started to come. Her depths squeezed at me, sheathing me even tighter. A gush of intense warmth spread all the way down my shaft and released from her body. That just made it all wetter and better.
Belle started to rock her hips at me again, keeping up with my pace. I took my fingers from her clit and went around to her lower back and put her right where I wanted her to be when I came. My balls were starting to ache with the demand of release. My hands touched her ass as my legs tightened and I got ready.
“Fuck, sweetie,” I growled. “I’m ready. Take it all. Take it deep.”
“Fuck, Duke,” Belle moaned. “Fill me.”
I thrust up and held there, feeling my cock exploding.
The first gush was as deep as my cock could reach. Belle then lifted up and thrust right back down. Those little pumps of her legs and body were exactly what my cock needed to keep coming inside her.
I let out a growl deep inside my chest when I felt her pussy squeeze at the head of my cock. She got every last droplet out of me before collapsing down to my chest. My arms went around her and hugged her tight. I thrust at her, making sure I was still deep inside her. I could feel her heart racing, pounding against my chest. My hands grabbed at her ass and lifted. I gently continued to fuck her, never wanting the moment to end.
I knew what came next… even if Belle didn’t.
chapter twenty-six.
(belle)
Duke had unleashed a side in me I never knew was there. The wild outlaw got me to my feet and we stood there, naked, on the roof of his MC’s clubhouse, in the night. It was the most insane yet romantic scene of my life. We hugged each other and I felt his cock dangling, touching my leg. it turned me on yet made me feel so loved.
A breeze kicked up and while it wasn’t cold out, the second that breeze touched the sweat on my skin, I started to shiver.
I kissed Duke’s broad chest and whispered, “We need to get dressed.”
“Afraid we’ll get…”
Before he could say the word caught someone let out a little whistle.
I looked to my left and saw Cash’s head poking out of the opening to the roof.
Duke turned us so his bare ass faced Cash and I was completely covered.
“What the hell do you want?” Duke asked.
“Just seeing who was up here,” he said. “You two st
arting or finishing?”
“Finishing,” Duke said. “Now go away.”
“Damn. So I missed the show.”
I looked up at Duke and couldn’t help but smile. He made me feel so free. So alive. Even if we were in the middle of the danger. It felt good to be with him. I knew he was the only man for me. All those years I tried to force happiness with someone else. And all it took was a glance from Duke to change all of that.
“Hey, uh, Duke,” Cash called out. “Can you turn around real quick. There’s something I want to see.”
“Fuck yourself, brother,” Duke said back.
“No, Duke. Do it. Turn around.”
“What?”
I started to laugh. “Let him see what he can’t have.”
Duke grinned and kissed my forehead. I loved the way he towered over me.
Slowly, Duke turned and then I was the one standing with my bare ass showing to Cash.
“Holy fuck,” Cash said. “Well done. Well fucking done.”
Then I looked back. “Now you can go fuck off. Right?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Cash said.
He disappeared and I laughed again. “That seemed to work.”
“He’s just going to go jerk off now.”
“What? Ew.”
“Ew? He looked at you, sweetie, and you made him hard. That’s pretty cool if you ask me.”
“Does it make you jealous?” I teased.
“Insanely jealous. I just might break both of Cash’s hands.” He winked. “But if I did that, he would probably jerk himself off with his feet.”
“With his… feet? How…”
“Trust me, you don’t want to know or see it.”
“You saw it?”
“When you drink too much and start daring shit…”
“Confessions from the man I love. So, did you ever jerk off with your feet?”
“You love me?” Duke said, forgetting my question.
I swallowed hard. I nodded. “I’ve always loved you.”
“Shit,” Duke said. “I’ve been waiting to hear that for a long time.”
“There you go. You’ve heard it.”
I broke away from Duke and stepped back, showing him my naked body. “Have anything you want to say?”
“Three words,” Duke said. “You. Are. Beautiful.”
“Thanks,” I said.
Duke closed back in, his hands at my hips. Something about that spot on my body and the size of his hands gripping me was instant wetness.
“Belle, I love you,” Duke said. “I’ve always loved you. Even when I was gone. You’re everything to me.”
“You’re everything to me, Duke. I just want all of this to be over. The pain. The suffering.”
“Ah, sweetie, I can’t promise that,” he whispered to me. “But I can promise you I’ll do everything to keep you from it. And when it happens I’ll be by your side.”
“Promise me that we can come up here and fool around whenever I want.”
“I could do that,” he said. Then he smiled. “But now that Cash has your scent, he’s like a predator. He’ll keep poking up here until he catches us.”
“Then what?”
“He’ll take pictures and jerk off.”
“Again, ew.”
Duke laughed. “Let’s get dressed.”
We got dressed and faced each other again. I wished there was something I could tell him that went beyond love without sounding like a creep or stalker.
I opened my mouth but never got the chance to speak.
Down below us, we heard a scream.
**
I was the fool who ran to the edge of the roof, completely forgetting we were high in the air. Duke grabbed me and tossed me back. He reached for his gun and peered over the edge. I then saw him tuck his gun away and look back, grinning.
“What?” I asked.
“You want to see something?”
I crept toward the edge and looked down.
Maggie and Jim were in the lot. Maggie was on the railing and Jim was in front of her. She probably screamed because Jim lifted her up. Jim always had insane strength. Even when he was a lazy drunk, he never lost his strength or definition. That always pissed me off too because if I had a jelly donut for breakfast my pants wouldn’t fit for three days.
Maggie had her hands on Jim’s shoulders. His hands were on the railing.
“They like each other,” Duke said.
“Yeah, they do,” I said. “I set that up. Had Maggie help at the house just to distract them both.”
“Them both?”
“Jim for the obvious reasons,” I said. “For Maggie… she was tied up in a bad breakup for a long time. Guy used her for sex.”
“Like there’s any other use for someone like Maggie?”
I punched Duke in the arm. “Hey. Don’t be like that.”
“What? She was…”
“Was,” I said. “Give her some credit.”
Duke laughed.
We watched as Jim and Maggie flirted back and forth. Jim had a bottle of whiskey and gave it to Maggie. When she went to take a drink, Jim slipped his hand to her lower back to keep her from falling back.
“There you go, man,” Duke said. “Make those little moves.”
“Oh, you’re giving commentary to this? Is that what you do?”
Duke looked at me. “No, sweetie. If I see something I want, I fucking take it. Always take it.
Dammit, he made me blush again with that comment.
Jim took the bottle from Maggie and put it down. I had never seen my brother give up booze for someone else before. His other hand touched her waist. Maggie pulled at his shoulders and Jim moved closer to her. They were just about eye level when I witnessed my brother kiss Maggie.
I could stand the first kiss but then the second kiss started and it was all tongue. Even from my vantage point I could see it clearly.
I was grossed out but happy for Jim. And Maggie.
Their make out session took a turn for the hotter when Maggie put a leg around Jim.
“Oh, shit,” Duke said. “She’s serious.”
“Appears so.”
“Your big bro is going to get laid tonight.”
“Ew. Stop.”
Jim pulled Maggie off the railing. I grabbed at Duke’s leather cut. All I could think about was Jim’s prosthetic leg. If he fell…
Jim turned and walked just fine.
He put Maggie on the back of a motorcycle and pulled her closer. Her hands went up into his hair. She leaned back and Jim kept going at her. I could stand there right up until I saw Jim’s hand go up and over Maggie’s left breast.
That’s when I checked out.
I pulled at Duke. “Leave them alone. They both need it.”
“Shit, sweetie, after watching that, I need it again,” Duke said.
“Oh yeah?” I flirted.
Duke made a move at me and that was interrupted by the noise of someone coming up to the roof. I thought it was Cash again but this time it was Trent.
Now that guy was big and scary looking.
“Trent,” Duke said.
“Duke,” Trent said. “It’s time to ride, brother. Night’s here.”
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
Trent climbed back down into the clubhouse and I looked at Duke, my heart already racing.
“Ride?” I asked.
“Business,” he said. “Like I just got done telling you. I have to do things, sweetie. I can’t talk about this right now. I need you to go into the clubhouse and get a couple drinks and find Eden and Harlee. Hang out with them. Stay the hell away from Cash.”
“Am I in danger here?” I asked.
“No. I was kidding about Cash. These guys are my brothers. Nobody is going to hurt you. But you’re better off in my room. I’ll be back before you know it.”
I clutched at Duke’s leather cut. “I don’t…”
In the lot a motorcycle engine started. Then another. Their rumble carrie
d up to the roof and out to the night. The sounds stole my words, not that my words mattered all that much. Duke had to do what he had to do, right?
The rumbles were like thunder as I stared into Duke’s eyes.
Slowly, I nodded.
Go. I love you, Duke. Go.
The goodbye then had an eerie familiar feeling to it. So much so that I broke down in tears after he left.
The last time he left to go fight a war he never came back to me…
chapter twenty-seven.
(duke)
I dropped the blade of the shovel into the ground one last time. We needed the scene to look like a sloppy one. Enough to give authorities a chance to investigate and enough to send a clear message to the Hell Five.
Trent and Kye dragged the Hell Five prospect to the shallow grave and plopped him inside. I threw some dirt on him and then looked away. Sometimes the job and the life were hard to deal with. But it was the way of war and the way of survival.
“Now what?” Kye asked.
“We fucking leave,” Trent said. “Make sure our tracks are covered and that this falls somewhere else.”
“They’ll come right at us,” I said.
“Then we fight,” Trent said.
I looked across the land and saw the faint outline of Belle’s house. It was all so fucked up. I couldn’t even dare myself to think about how many times me and Jim had been on this very spot of land. Blowing shit up. Riding dirt bikes. Bringing cute girls through here to get to the creek with the hopes of making out and touching a tit.
“Let’s ride,” Kye said. “I don’t want to stay too long here.”
One thing about Trev was that he knew how to be thorough. We were well equipped with gloves, boots, the shovel, all of which would be destroyed except the boots. Those we hand delivered to the Hell Five clubhouse, sneaking them into their lot.
That was a tricky move to make, considering what we were up against. Lucky for us, they didn’t have the security we did at our clubhouse. They must have been really thin on prospects because nobody was watching their rides. There was no one in the clubhouse and nobody came out. Kye was like a fucking ninja, crouched down, sliding his way to the front of the clubhouse. He planted the boots and then came back to us. The hope there was that once the investigation stalled the sale of the land, Carlo and Durango would push hard. That would then lead the authorities to the footprints and boots at their own clubhouse. Since it was their prospect buried on what was going to be their land, the connection all made sense.
