Duncan: The Lucky Irish Series - Book 1

by Anna Castor

  “Enough of this Debbie Downer shit. You need help. We want to help. That’s settled. Case closed. So, I’m getting us all shots, and no one is looking worried, sad, or angry any longer, okay?”

  Duncan couldn’t help but chuckle at Ronan’s logic. Out of all of his brothers, Ronan was the most straightforward, no-holding-back asshole of the bunch. He figured that Kayla could take offense by his attitude, but she surprised him by saying, “Okay, so it’s Debbie Downing Shots instead?”

  “You got it, sis-to-be.” Ronan winked at her before strolling to the bar. No doubt he’d return with the vilest shots he could possibly order from Brennan.

  Duncan watched Ronan talking to Tori, and he was reminded of what a lucky guy he was. Who knew that having Kayla sitting here in Lucky, bantering with his family, would turn out to be a huge aphrodisiac? He whispered in Kayla’s ear, “Stay with me tonight.”

  She instantly turned her head, and the smile she gave him was blinding. He swallowed and knew in that moment that he couldn’t wait any longer to make her his. He stood from his chair, and Kayla took his outstretched hand as he pulled her upright.

  “Gentlemen, my girl and I are leaving. Calum, you’ve got Kayla’s place to yourself tonight,” Duncan declared. Calum looked over from Duncan to Kayla and nodded once before taking a gulp from his beer.

  “It was nice meeting you, Declan. See you Monday, Donovan,” Kayla said as she walked over to Calum and kissed his cheek. “Talk to you later, brother dearest.”

  “Love you, Kay-Kay. Talk to you tomorrow.”

  Exiting Lucky, Duncan immediately took a blushing Kayla into his arms, and she gazed into his eyes. He placed his palms on her reddened cheeks and kissed her awaiting lips. When she opened up for him, he took his time exploring her mouth with his tongue. She had her arms around his waist and slid one hand into his back pocket.

  She grabbed his ass, and he groaned. “Come on, wildflower. It’s time to make you mine.”

  He had never been more annoyed with a car ride. He wanted her in his bed, and even a five-minute drive was too long.

  Chuckling at him, she said, “You know, scolding other drivers isn’t going to get us there sooner.”

  Duncan growled, “Fuck, I want you. Look at you. I want you under me. I need—no, I don’t want to talk about it. I might explode.”

  Kayla was now guffawing, and the sound made him smile. She had such a sincere, heartwarming laugh, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

  “Mmm, I can’t wait.” She had the nerve to taunt him while knowing he was so worked up. She winked at him, and he put his hand over his face and let his fingers slide down as he groaned.

  “I’m gonna spank your ass if you continue to test me, Kayla. Sitting there all winking and shit.”

  The smile dropped from her face as she studied him wide-eyed, and he knew he was on to something. They hit a red light, and when he stopped the truck, he looked over and noticed Kayla swallowing and crossing her legs.

  “Yeah, that’s right. I think my wildflower wants it. Would love me to slap that ass and then kiss it and make it all better. Then I’ll fuck you hard after, having you screaming my name.”

  “Duncan....” Kayla shifted in her seat again as a car behind them interrupted by honking at them.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said as he shook his head.

  When they arrived at his house, he parked in his driveway and jumped out of the car first. He held her door for her as she stepped out of the car. Kayla smiled and thanked him.

  “No problem, beautiful.”

  “Did I get a new nickname and lose the wildflower badge somewhere on the way?” she joked.

  He smiled and winked at her before letting go of her hand and unlocking his front door. Kayla’s eyes grew big as she entered his house, and she said, “Wow, not what I expected, Dunc.”

  “What did you expect?” He was curious as to what she meant.

  “I figured you would have a bachelor pad. You know, the black leather couch, one single plant somewhere in the corner that needs to be watered, a giant TV screen... ah, check.” She giggled at seeing his big-ass flat-screen hanging next to the fireplace.

  He had all the walls in his house plastered and painted in a warm sandy tone, but he left some old bricks showing for an older, homier feel. He had a warm-colored wooden floor and a big sofa where you could fall asleep while a baseball game was on in the background.

  The fireplace was the centerpiece of the living room, and the big fluffy rug in front of it had always been one of his favorite items. He’d had several girls in his home on that rug for some fun, but now he only wanted Kayla in front of the fireplace. Perhaps he should get a couple of new things and throw some stuff out. The thought of the parade of pussy that he’d let into his home over the years was becoming a real downer.

  “I don’t like seeing that frown on your face, Duncan. What’s wrong?”

  He instantly looked at Kayla and stepped in front of her. He loved the feel of his palms on her cheeks. That way he could also tilt her head back a little so he could look into her eyes.

  “I’m thinking that I’m throwing out some old stuff. I want to make new memories with you, Kayla. I only want you surrounding me, your scent, your smile, and only memories of you and me.”

  She let her fingers come up the front of his black T-shirt before sliding down, feeling his abs through the material. Her fingers stopped at the hem of his T-shirt, and in one rapid move, she shoved it over his head. He helped by raising his arms above his head. Stretching up on her tiptoes, she rested her palms on his chest and placed a kiss next to her hand right above his heart.

  “As long as I’m in here, as long as I’m the only one in here, we don’t need to throw out your old stuff. I know I’m not your first, Dunc. I’m not stupid.” When she looked up at him, he could see that she wasn’t judging him. She looked straight into his eyes and whispered, “I just want to be your last.”

  He picked her up by her perky ass, and she folded her legs around his waist as he walked them past the kitchen and into his bedroom. They kissed their way to the king-size bed, and he laid her down softly.

  Duncan was opening the buttons of her baby blue shirt one by one, and when he undid the last one, he sat back on his heels on the bed in front of her, his eyes locked on her body. His gaze lingered on her breasts before heading south to her belly and back up again, where he finally looked into her eyes again.

  “Beautiful,” he said.

  He took off her shirt and skirt, leaving her lying before him in a white lace bra and matching lace bikini bottom. “No thong? Mmm, I was looking forward to spanking your naked cheeks.”

  Kayla didn’t know if he’d meant it earlier when he first mentioned the spanking, but she got all warm inside and realized that she wanted to experiment with him. Maybe a little play, a little slap on her butt? She smiled at herself. Who was this woman?

  “What are you smiling about, wildflower?” He kissed her smiling lips. “Something you want to share with the rest of the class?”

  Kayla giggled when he tickled her sides and nipped at her bottom lip. “N-Nothing.” He tickled her once more, and she tried to get out from under him. “Duncan... stop tickling... me... please.”

  She giggled even harder when he continued, but then he said, “No. I love your giggles.”

  Kayla stopped giggling and narrowed her eyes at him, hoping she could last.

  “Oh, so that’s how you’re gonna play it, huh?” he said. Before she knew what was happening, he turned her so she lay on her stomach. He held both of her arms up with one of his big hands, and the other swatted her buttocks.

  “Ah! Duncan!”

  She couldn’t believe the nerve of him. She glared over her shoulder and said, “If you don’t stop it right now—”

  Duncan smirked. “So fierce, so sassy. Mmm, I don’t know if I like you better sassy or if I want you moaning my name, begging me to take you, to make you come.”

  She was t
urned on by his words; it was as if he switched something on inside of her. Her core tingled because of his dirty talk. She was surprised that she even longed for his words.

  He suckled on the spot where her shoulder ended and her neck started. Then he gave big sloppy kisses and scraped his teeth over her skin, creating goose bumps all over her body.

  “Mmm, your smell. I can’t get enough of you,” he said between kisses.

  Kayla moaned as she felt his cock pressing into her butt. She pushed back against him, but suddenly he stopped his kisses. A sharp sting spread across her butt. With one slap on one cheek and one to the other, he spanked her two times and then soothed her skin with a caress of his hand and sweet kisses on her bikini bottoms.

  Ironically, this was done lovingly, like he was playing with her. He didn’t use force on his slaps; it was more like he was observing her cheeks after a little tap to the butt. It aroused her even more, and she could feel her body getting ready for him. Duncan pulled her lacy underwear off and kissed both cheeks. His index finger slipped inside her, and she gasped at the feel of it.

  “So wet for me,” he said.

  “Ah, Duncan...,” Kayla moaned, and he gave her butt a little love bite. With one hand, he undid the clasp of her bra and took it off her.

  He spread her legs with his knee and put one arm under her waist so he could pull her onto all fours. He softly nudged her back with his hand to make her upper body go down until her cheek rested against the bed. Her butt was in the air, and she felt him looking at her, at her most private parts. Embarrassment started to creep in, but then his hand glided over her spine and down to her globes.

  Savoring her, he kissed every exposed inch of her body before spreading her cheeks and licking her slit from behind. Panting, she was so ready for him; she would combust if she didn’t feel him inside of her soon.

  “Aah, Duncan... ooh yes... oooh, Duncan... I need you.”

  The sound of tearing foil had her figuring he was putting on a condom, but she was a bit out of it, really. All she could think of was how good it would feel to have him inside of her, of him giving her what she needed. Before she could say anything, he entered in one thrust.

  “Aaaaaah, oh my God,” she gasped.

  “So good, Kayla. So fucking good.” Pulling back, he thrust back into her. She fisted the sheets and moved against him, finding his rhythm. He was so big that she could feel each thrust deep inside of her. Sweat coated her body, and she could smell his musk even stronger.

  He was all around her, pounding hard into her as the sound of their bodies colliding filled the bedroom. She loved the sound of their lovemaking. It was somehow animalistic—her moaning, the smacking of their bodies moving against each other, both eager in search of a release.

  “Aah, Kayla, it feels so good. So. Good.”

  Toes curling, she was almost there. Her cries of pleasure were lost in his mouth as he grabbed hold of her hair and turned her head toward him. He pulled her hair a bit, and she whined, “Duncan... Dunc... aah, please, Dunc. Take me harder.”

  Duncan stopped suddenly, and she groaned in frustration. Before she could protest, he had her flipped onto her back and hovered over her. His eyes locked with hers, he thrust back into her. She didn’t want to break their connection as she put both of her hands on his strong jaw and wrapped her legs around his back, so he was inside of her even deeper.

  He nipped her bottom lip between his teeth before pulling back and demanding, “You’re my last, Kayla. Say you’ll be my last and that I’m yours.”

  She spasmed around his cock at his words. She couldn’t hold it any longer; she was coming. “Yes. Yes. Aaah, Dunc, yes. You’re my last, and I’m yours.”

  He fucked her even harder, and with his hand in between them, he flicked her clit, extending her orgasm. It lasted so long. She hadn’t experienced anything like this before.

  “Yeah, that’s it, Kayla. Aaah, fuck... mmm.” The sound of Duncan coming was so erotic.

  She loved that he could let go as much as her. She loved his sounds during sex, and she relished the thought that she could bring him to his knees. This big bad fighter, he wanted her and only her. He was vulnerable and open with her.

  Nudging his nose over the spot behind her ear, he kissed her sensitive skin, sending a shiver racing through her. How did she get this lucky? It all felt so right, as if she was meant to be here in his arms.

  Duncan rolled off her, discarded the condom in a waste bin, and jumped back into bed. Taking her into his arms, he pulled her flush to him as they lay there facing each other.

  “I want to stay here, Dunc,” Kayla said as she looked up at him.

  Duncan kissed her neck and trailed a hand over her breast. “I didn’t even have the time to taste them. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

  Smiling, she nudged him softly with her palm to his chest. “Did you hear me, Dunc?”

  He nodded against her neck. “Yeah, of course you’re staying with me. I’ll take you home tomorrow, after I’ve fed you my special pancakes.”

  “Dunc?”

  “Hmm?” He looked at her with glazed eyes.

  Kayla would have to spell it out for him before he would ever figure it out in this state. “I meant that I want to stay here with you, here in Austin.”

  His eyes went wide, and he cleared his throat before asking, “You mean it? I mean, you’re sure?” He looked from one eye to the other, as if he was searching for the truth.

  She nodded and held his head still with both of her hands. “I mean it. I want to stay here with you.”

  He put his forehead against hers, closed his eyes, and sighed. “My last.”

  She nodded and whispered, “My last.”

  He released a breath against her lips, and her heart squeezed because she too had the need to exhale, as if she could finally breathe again now that they both confirmed that this was it. No others, just them against the rest of the world.

  Kissing her neck softly, he stroked her side. She had always been ticklish, and she jerked away from his touch. He chuckled against her neck. “Mmm, this is gonna be so much fun.”

  His fingers trailed back up her side, getting the same result.

  “I hate you,” Kayla said, but her declaration only made Duncan smile at her.

  “Now don’t lie to me, wildflower. You know you love me.”

  Feeling him stiffen at his own words, she rolled him over so she could straddle him and tickled his side. “Okay, buster, time to get punished.”

  Smirking rather arrogantly, Duncan relaxed against her. “Buster? Jesus, Kayla.” He was immune to her tickling. “Yeah, you really got me now, buster.” Duncan winked. He was too cocky for his own good, but she knew just the cure for that.

  Bending forward, she kissed his chest with soft, openmouthed kisses, trailing from one nipple to the other. She heard Duncan’s approval. “Mmm... Kayla.”

  Traveling south, she took his semi-hard cock into her hand and stroked him. Duncan threw his head back into the pillow, closed his eyes, and moaned.

  Shifting his hips, he thrust his cock inside her hand. She could feel him hardening beneath her fingers as she squeezed him. Unable to resist, she took his tip into her mouth.

  “Fuck yeah.”

  Kayla loved Duncan’s reaction. He was so responsive to her. Taking more of him into her mouth, she tried to see how much of him she could handle.

  But he was so big, she had to put a hand on his base so she could work with the rest of his length. “I’m gonna blow soon, Kayla. If you don’t... want....”

  She sucked even harder at his words, wanting him to blow, wanting to show him that she was in control. She could do with him what she wanted at this time.

  “Yes... mmmm... yes, harder, Kayla... fuck yeah.” He laid his hand on her head, but he wasn’t pushing her. He curled her hair between his fingers and played with the strands as he thrust into her mouth.

  Feeling him hardening even more on her tongue, she knew he was close. His smell, God,
even his taste was intoxicating. She wanted all of him. She wanted him to come in her mouth. She wanted to suck his cum from his length, and she didn’t even care if she had to swallow or not. She needed for him to let go and totally luxuriate in what she was doing to him.

  She reached for his balls and softly pulled and stroked them as they hardened. He fisted her hair as the warm shots of cum spurted in her mouth.

  “Yessss... fuck yes.”

  She quickly swallowed around him, and he tasted a bit salty, but she wasn’t disgusted. No, it was all him, and she wanted it.

  “My God, Kayla. I... fuck, I’m so happy.” He had a goofy smile on his face, and she kissed his lips. Wrapping his arms around her, he squeezed her tight against his body. “Mmm, I’m never letting you go.”

  “Good,” she whispered.

  “So these are special?” Kayla mocked, and Duncan chuckled while shaking his head at her. He stood behind the stove in nothing but the jeans he’d jumped into after getting out of bed. He sure could get used to Kayla teasing him first thing in the morning.

  “What do you mean? You know these are the best pancakes you’ve ever had,” Duncan said as his right eyebrow shot up.

  “Mmm, they taste great, yeah, but I’ve had better.”

  Dropping the spatula he was using on the next batch of pancakes in the pan, he stalked toward Kayla, who was sitting at his round kitchen table. She smirked, the wench.

  “You’ve never had better, and you know it.” He tried to stare her down with his fists pressing into his sides. He might’ve even used the height difference between them by towering over her. There was no shame in his game.

  Kayla took her time in letting her eyes wander from his happy trail up to his abs, over his broad chest, and finally, so leisurely, her hot gaze fixed on his eyes. Kayla grinned at him in a way that said he gave her what she’d wanted all along.

  “Maybe if you feed me, they’ll improve in taste?” she said.

  Duncan leered at the seductress at his kitchen table and stated, “Not gonna happen.”