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

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by London Casey


  “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 boxin
g 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.

  I took all I could into my mouth, testing my own reflexes before I slowly pulled back, my eyes looking up at Duke. He was awake then, a look of surprise on his face.

  “Fuck, sweetie,” Duke said in a sleepy voice as he groaned.

  I pulled off his cock with a wet sound and licked my lips. “Good morning… or I guess good afternoon.”

  I went right back at him, sucking him.

  I took all I could again and stayed there, my tongue rubbing against the bottom of his shaft, inching up and back, loving the taste of him in my mouth. I put my hands to his legs and felt his muscles tight and flexed. When I pulled back, Duke thrust at me, fucking my mouth. I stayed with him, going up and down, groaning each time his cock approached the very back of my throat. There were a few times when I thought he was going too far but he never did.

  Even getting his dick sucked, Duke was amazing at it.

  He pulled himself back and sat up a little, taking in the full effect of me on my knees on the bed, over him, my right hand then trying to grip the root of his cock while my mouth continued to slide up and down his amazing shaft.

  When I felt Duke’s hand touch my head, my legs started to quiver. My panties quickly dampened and I felt a heat surge through my body. He didn’t take his stare off me as he started to guide me, taking a fistful of my hair, pumping my mouth down and up on him. He gently fucked at my mouth, sighing each time he did so. It was only when he started to groan that I knew he was getting close to coming. That made me anxious, wanting to taste all of his warm release. To swallow him down, it was my own way of maybe claiming him.

  Duke gritted and sucked in a breath. His body rocked back and forth at me. His grip let go of my hair and he took handfuls of the bed sheets.

  “Yeah, sweetie,” he groaned. “I’m right there. Get ready for me.”

  I groaned, my body aching for him.

  I sped up, vowing not to stop no matter what.

  A few seconds later, he started to come. As I pulled back the first shot hit me. I paused and groaned, finding a way to swallow him. I went back down and pulled back again with the pulse of his cock. My hand quickly started to jerk at him. His entire cock throbbed each time he entered my mouth.

  I did just as I wanted to, tasting everything Duke had to offer. And even after he was finished, I slowly went down a few more times making sure there wasn’t a single drop wasted.

  I pulled away from him and remained there on my knees, trying to catch my breath.

  Duke reached for me, taking my hands, our fingers interlocking. His cock rested against his stomach, glistening from my mouth, still throbbing to the pulse of his heartbeat.

  “I could deal with that for the rest of my life,” he said.

  “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” I said with a smile. “I could deal with it too.”

  Duke smiled. “I’m in this for good, sweetie. I hope you realize that. No matter what happens. So if you have any worries or doubts you let me know. I’m going to protect you, Belle, for the rest of your life. I’ve staked my claim and I’ll never give up on that.”

  “That’s the only thing I need you to do, Duke, is come back from this fight,” I said. “So we can work out the forever part of it all.”

  “You’re coming with me,” Duke said. “We’re all together in this. Just in case something happens with the clubhouse. You’ll enjoy yourself.”

  I wasn’t so sure about that, but I wasn’t going to argue with Duke. He had done everything he said he’d do so far.

  “What do we do now?” I asked.

  “Well, we have a while until we leave. My pants are open. My cock is hanging out.”

  “And…?” I asked with a flirty grin.

  Duke pulled at my hands, bringing me on top of him.

  We both started to laugh… but that only lasted a few minutes.

  After that, it was down to business… naked business.

  chapter twenty-nine.

  (duke)

  I threw another wicked right hook and smashed the guy in the jaw. I swore his jaw moved a foot off the rest of his mouth as he spun around. He grabbed for the ropes and missed with one hand, grabbed with the other, and ended up on his knees. He started to pull himself back to his feet, the crowd all around us going wild. They wanted more violence, I just wanted to get the fuck out of the ring.

  I hadn’t been slated to fight but the guys suggested I get in the ring and earn a little cash for the MC and I wasn’t going to turn that down. So I stripped to my jeans and boots and got into the ring to take on some tattoo punk name Wreck.

  And trust me, the fucker got wrecked bad.

  He managed to get to his feet one last time. His knees bobbled as he looked back at me. He gave a nod, wanting to go down with honor. That was fine with me. One last punch finally knocked his ass out for good.

  When he hit the mat, the crowd exploded with cheers. I went to my corner and that’s where Cash and Austin were waiting for me. All in all it was a decent fight. My right eye was swollen and bleeding. My jaw hurt. My bottom lip was still bleeding. My muscles were achy and tired. I just wanted a fucking beer and to fuck Belle. />
  But that was hours away.

  The next fight was the big one.

  It was Jim’s fight.

  I climbed out of the ring and walked through the crowd. People shouted at me for winning. They were happy they won money. People shouted bad shit at me because I had won the fight. They were unhappy they lost money.

  None of that mattered to me. I walked to a table where the rest of the guys - and Belle - were waiting. When I saw Belle she ran at me and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight.

  “I don’t like that stuff,” she said to me.

  “It’s okay,” I said. “I won.”

  Trev came walking over with a grin on his face. He waved a wad of cash at me and handed it to me.

  “Congrats,” Trev said.

  I rolled the money up and put it in my pocket. I then put on my shirt and leather cut. I took a cold beer from Jasper and sat on the table to catch my breath.

  “Should we walk our star to the ring?” Trent asked me, referring to Jim.

  “No,” I said. “I’m not walking to the ring. Jim is on his own.”

  “Kye,” Trev said. “You and Tristan take Jim to the ring. If he goes down, walk the fuck away.”

  I grabbed for Belle’s hand and squeezed. She was on edge because this was her brother.

  “It’ll be okay,” I whispered.

  A few minutes later the ring was ready to go again. Jim climbed in and stood there, wearing a pair of shorts. The guy announcing the fight called Jim a cripple. That pissed me off and I hoped it would make Jim go crazy. Trev had been making calls about the fight to build up the bets and buzz. So did Ivan. There was a ton of money on the line with this. The goal was to push all the money to Jim’s opponent, making the winnings heavier on our end when Jim knocked the guy out.

  The guy was named Carl and had a bad reputation. He was as tall as Jim but much wider. Not built with muscle but built with cheeseburgers. He was covered in hair and had a thick black beard and ‘stach, but no hair on his head. He was a sight to see and had a good record of fighting. His greatest strength was his arms. They were a mile long, giving him a ton of power and position to hit hard. Fucking hard.

 

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