Control

by Sam Crescent

  “We’re alone, and you didn’t wear a skirt. I’m going to take care of that later.” He breathed in the scent of her neck. Flicking his tongue against her pulse, he slid one hand down to cup her pussy. “Are you wet for me?”

  “Yes.”

  There wasn’t a hesitation in her response. She gave to him, and he relished it like a starving man needing food. He slid his hand into her jeans finding her wet heat. She was soaking wet.

  “Why didn’t you wear a skirt?”

  “I didn’t know how much bending I was going to do. I won’t flash my personals at your son.” She tilted her head back far enough for him to see her eyes. They were dilated, filled with arousal and heat. She captivated him in ways he couldn’t even begin to understand.

  “Fine, I won’t punish you so much, but you’ve got to give me this.”

  He teased her clit, stroking his fingers across her nub, listening to her moan. She shook in his arms. Holding her still, he sucked on her neck at the same time. When she was in his bed tonight, he intended to fuck her all night long. He was going to have her screaming out his name. Duke wanted her to watch as he fucked her hard, claimed her.

  “I want you to come for me, to scream my name as you give yourself to me.” He reached down, plunging two fingers inside her, loving the way she moved on his hand. She was as wanton as he was. Flicking her clit with his thumb, he brought her face close to his. Slanting his lips over hers, he took the kiss he’d been craving from the first moment he saw her that night.

  “Please,” she said, breaking away from the kiss long enough to whisper the words.

  Licking her lips, he teased her clit, pinching the little bud. “Come for me, Holly.”

  He plunged his tongue into her mouth, and pressed her clit hard, which was all it took. Duke held her close as she splintered apart. He swallowed her screams so no one but him knew the kind of pleasure she was getting. When it was over, he pulled his hand out of her jeans, sucking off her cream. “Delicious.”

  “Hey, guys,” Matthew said.

  Holly pulled out of his arms so fast it was hard for Duke to contain his laughter.

  “Dinner’s ready.” She put on the gloves again and carried the casserole through to the dining room. He sat at the head of the table with his woman one side, his kid the other. Duke couldn’t remember a time when he’d done this with Julie. All he recalled from his married days was the arguing, screaming, cursing, and shit. This was real.

  Holly pulled Matthew into a conversation, getting him to come out of his shell. Duke joined in, helping the two to get along. Afterwards they all did the dishes before going back to decorating.

  Matthew put on some music that Duke hated. It was pop, but he soon patted his son on the back as Holly sang along to the music, dancing, and shaking her fine ass. Each time she stopped to look at him, he made her aware of the dirty thoughts running through his mind. He was going to fuck her very soon, have her screaming out in pleasure.

  By the time Matthew went to bed, the sitting room was completed. Holly held the paint bucket in her hand, staring at what they achieved. “We did good.”

  “I’ve got to pick out a sofa, couple of chairs, and this will be complete.” He wrapped his arm across her shoulders, admiring their work. “Come on, it’s time for bed.” Duke took the bucket out of her hand, putting it to the floor. She released a squeal as he hauled her up into his arms.

  “What are you doing? Let me go.”

  He put her over his shoulder, slapping her ass as he made his way upstairs. “I’m taking your fine ass upstairs to punish you.”

  “Why are you punishing me? I’ve done nothing wrong.”

  Duke kicked open the door to his room, dumping Holly on the bed as he kicked the door closed, locking it.

  “I seem to recall a certain text that told you to wear a skirt.”

  She rolled her eyes at him. “I told you why.”

  “I don’t care. I gave you an instruction, and now you’re going to pay the price.” He advanced to the bed. Holly didn’t pull away. She stared right back at him on her knees. Reaching out, he gripped her hips, flipping her onto her knees.

  “What are you doing?”

  He held her around the waist, smoothing his hand across her ass. Raising his hand, he brought it down hard on her ass. She squealed, trying to fight him.

  “Get off me.”

  Duke brought his hand down three more times, slapping her ass. On the last spank, he released her but not for long as he grabbed her jeans. She was laughing by the time he got her jeans down her thighs.

  “You’re insane.”

  He didn’t speak, using all of his time to get her naked. Stepping away from the bed, he tugged his shirt over his head, releasing his jeans. When he stood before her naked, he worked his cock, which was already rock hard.

  “You spanked me!”

  “And you liked it.” She deserved it, too. He’d wanted her to wear a skirt so that he’d get a peek of her pretty pussy. “Open your legs.”

  She sat on the end of the bed, looking so damn tempting. Holly raised a brow and slowly eased her legs open.

  Closing the distance, he presented the tip of his cock to her waiting lips. “Taste me.”

  Holly took him between her lips, moaning as she licked every inch of his rock hard cock.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful. Take more of me.” He sank his hands into her blonde tresses. Wrapping the strands around his fist, he thrust his hips, plunging his dick deep into her mouth.

  “Fuck, yeah, baby, so fucking beautiful.”

  Looking to his right, Duke almost came in her mouth. The floor to ceiling mirror showed her taking his dick. Each time she withdrew meant his cock, covered in her saliva, was visible.

  Pulling out of her mouth, he pulled her off the bed, turning her to face the mirror. Look at yourself, baby.”

  Holly stared at her reflection. She tried to pull out of his arms.

  “No, you’re not moving.”

  “Duke, please, I really don’t want this.”

  Holding her in place with a hand on her stomach, he glided down to cup her bare pussy. “I want you to see what I see.” Delving his fingers into her core, he worked her pussy like he had down in the kitchen.

  Her gaze focused on him. Seconds passed before she wrapped her fingers around his cock. “If you get to touch then so do I.”

  He wasn’t going to argue.

  ****

  This was dangerous. What was happening between them was dangerous. Holly needed to take a step back yet she felt herself getting drawn back toward him. Why couldn’t she walk away? Spending the evening with him and his son, now she was going to be sleeping beside him, what the hell was happening?

  The club life wouldn’t be for her. Phil came around to the nursery, and she’d gently let him down. He didn’t look all that concerned for them to no longer be dating.

  “What’s going on in that head of yours?” Duke asked, kissing her neck.

  He created a fire inside her that she was terrified of becoming trapped inside. She licked her lips, running her thumb over the tiny slit of his cock, coating it with his cum.

  “Nothing.”

  “Don’t lie to me. You don’t get to fucking hide from me, Holly.” The hand on her waist traveled up her body until he cupped her around the neck. He wasn’t hurting her, only letting her know his strength.

  She turned her head to look at him.

  “Tell me.”

  “This is too much.”

  “What’s too much?” He continued to play with her pussy, and she struggled to fight the burning need.

  “This, between us. I can’t handle this. It’s only supposed to be fun.”

  His gaze darkened, but he didn’t stop touching her. Duke dropped a kiss to her cheek. “I’ve got news for you, Holly, this isn’t about fun. I want you. I’ve waited a long time to take you, and you’re not getting away from me.”

  She’d heard him say all that before. Holly tried to f
ight him. Duke overpowered her, pressing her up against the wall. He grabbed her hands, trapping them above her head, stopping her from moving.

  “No, you’re not going to fight me, and you’re not going to run.”

  Fear clawed at her. The fear wasn’t of Duke or his strength. She knew more than anything he’d never hurt her, wouldn’t even try to. No, the fear came from the unknown. She’d never given herself to a man before, not emotionally. Physically she’d given herself to Raoul, but she’d not really done so then. With Duke, he broke down the walls she’d spent a great deal of time erecting. He was making her feel for him. The crush she’d had growing up had turned into something more, something frightening and painful.

  “I can’t do this.” Tears filled her eyes.

  Stop it, Holly. This is only supposed to be fun.

  She couldn’t fight the emotion clawing at her. No matter how far she ran Duke would follow. There was no getting away from what was going on between them.

  “You’re doing this.” He stroked her cheek. “I’m about to say something to you that I’ve never said to another woman.”

  Holly took a deep breath, scared, excited, nervous—it was all there crashing together, threatening to spill over.

  “I love you.”

  “You can’t know that.” Tears she’d kept at bay finally spilled over. No man had ever told her that they loved her. Could she believe him? Should she believe what he had to say?

  He’s never lied to me.

  “I know that. I also know that you wanted me back when you were eighteen, but I was married. When you came to the clubhouse, you’d look for me. You were always looking for me.”

  Her breathing deepened. “You knew?”

  She’d done everything to keep her attraction at bay.

  “I knew, and I fucking hated it. You were so fucking young. I kept telling myself I’d wait, give you time. Then Raoul came into the picture. I wanted to tear him apart. He took what was mine, what was always supposed to be mine.”

  This was raw. What he said she always dreamed of listening to.

  “You were mine, Holly. This is about way more than getting my rocks off. You’re real to me.”

  “What are you trying to say?” she asked, almost afraid of what he was going to say.

  He stroked her cheek. Both of his hands cupped her cheeks, holding her in place. “You know what I’m trying to say, but I’m going to tell you anyway.”

  She took in a deep breath waiting for him to speak.

  “I love you, Holly Crock.”

  More tears filled her eyes as she stared back at him.

  “You love me.”

  “You bet your ass that I do. I love you. I’ve never told another woman that I love her. When I knew what I was feeling for you I was terrified. You were a fucking teenager. I did everything I could to stay away from you. Then that shit happened with Raoul, and I just knew it wasn’t him you wanted. I got so fucking angry. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

  “Yes. I’ve always been yours.” There was no use denying it. She’d wanted Duke, but when he was married she refused to even consider a life with him.

  He leaned in close pressing a kiss to her lips. “You’re going to by my old lady. No one at the club is ever going to show you any disrespect.”

  “What about Raoul?”

  “He’ll keep his mouth fucking shut.”

  “Okay.” She couldn’t stand for the other man to ruin what happiness she had with Duke.

  “I promise. I’ll talk to him.”

  Holly ran her hands up his chest. His muscles rippled beneath her touch. Glancing down she couldn’t resist. She pulled out of his hands, moving down to circle one of his nipples. Licking across his chest, she took his other nipple between her teeth, moaning.

  He ran his hands through her hair, not holding her in place, simply holding her. Holly loved his touch more than anything.

  Within seconds, he gripped her arms, moving her over to the bed. Placing her on the bed, he followed her down, sliding between her thighs as he did. He gripped her hands, and he locked their fingers together on either side of her head.

  Duke moved his hips until the tip of his cock moved against her entrance. She stared up into his eyes, waiting for him to let her go. He didn’t need to let her go. Duke was that hard and thick, and she was so wet that he eased inside her without any barriers between them. Not once had she asked him if he was clean.

  “What?” he asked.

  She’d spoken out loud. “Are you clean? I’ve never asked you.”

  “Baby, I wouldn’t be fucking you without a rubber if I wasn’t clean.” He dropped a kiss to her lips, licking her bottom lip before he plunged inside her. She moaned, opening up to him, loving the feel of his mouth on hers.

  He thrust inside her. His cock went so deep with that one plunge. Wrapping her thighs around his waist, she stared into his eyes, needing him to surround her with his warmth.

  “I’m never going to let you get away from me. No man is going to look at you. You’re going to be all mine.”

  “Yes.”

  He rammed inside her. There was no steady pace to his possession. Duke fucked her hard while keeping her in place on the bed. She met each of his thrusts, taking the passion he wanted to give her. When she made to cry out, he swallowed her screams in kisses. He swiveled his hips, creating the most wonderful friction against her clit.

  She went up in flames, and Duke with three more thrusts followed her back into bliss. They collapsed over each other. Duke stayed inside her, stroking her face, loving her. For the first time in her life she felt complete in his arms.

  “I love you,” she said, no longer embarrassed by the extent of her feelings for this man.

  “Do you still want to keep us a secret?”

  Holly smiled, shaking her head. “No, I don’t want to keep us a secret. It was silly to have done so anyway. The club knew, didn’t they?”

  He stared at her without answering.

  “Not all women get each club member’s number in their cell phone. You took my cell and added them all, didn’t you?”

  “They know, but they won’t say anything until you’re ready.”

  “I want to tell my dad first. It’s important.”

  “We’ll wait for the rest of the club to know until you’re ready. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” He caressed her face with his nose. She loved the attention, basked in it.

  “Thank you.”

  She couldn’t wait to tell Mary. Her life was finally coming together. Duke was her man, and she looked forward to being his woman. She’d tried to get away from the biker lifestyle, but she should have known there was no chance. The man who owned her heart was the president of the club. She’d stand by him no matter what.

  Chapter Nine

  Duke woke up to Holly climbing over the bed. She was trying to be quiet. Glancing over at the clock he saw it was five in the morning. They’d only fallen asleep a couple of hours ago.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked, groaning. Running a hand down his face, he really wanted to go back to sleep. He was exhausted. Holly had kept him up half the night demanding that he fuck her. They’d not been together for a long time, and she was more than making up for it now.

  “It’s early. I’ve got to go.”

  “Fuck, Hols, it’s five in the morning. My son already knows about us.”

  “I don’t want him to know about us yet. He’s got a mother. Do you really want him to run back to Julie?”

  “Matthew wouldn’t do that. He’s a good kid.”

  “I’m not saying he’s a bad kid. Shit, I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. Ignore me.”

  He chuckled. “You’re nervous.”

  “Hell yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “You’ve got nothing to be nervous about. I promise.”

  She pressed her hands to her face. “I’d like to wait until I’ve spoken to my parents.” />
  Duke released a sigh. There really was nothing he could do. She looked so damn nervous and cute. He liked her cute. Running his thumb along the back of her cheek, he smiled. “That’s your call. When you’re ready to handle us in front of everyone then we’ll handle it together.”

  Any other time he’d have taken the decision out of her hands, but Holly wasn’t like most women. She’d been hurt before. He wouldn’t be responsible for hurting her again.

  “Thank you.” She leaned forward, brushing her lips against his. “I’ll get dressed. Are you good to give me a ride home?”

  “Sure.”

  He watched her climb out of the bed, naked. Duke didn’t move, admiring her ass as she bent over to retrieve a shirt out of the bag. She looked so damn sexy. Her blonde tresses cascaded down, and her breasts looked so tempting. The tips were nicely bruised from his lips.

  Holly disappeared into the bathroom. She’d need to get used to dressing in front of him. Pushing the covers back, he climbed out of bed, heading toward the closet. He was dressed within thirty seconds in a pair of jeans and plain white shirt. She came out of the bathroom with her hair bound up, exposing the long line of her throat.

  “I’ve just thought. You can’t take me home. I can’t ask you to leave Matthew here on his own.” Closing the distance between them, he cupped her face.

  “My son would go fucking crazy if he thought you’d risk your safety because he needed a babysitter. Trust me. He can stay home for a couple of minutes on his own. I’ll lock the place up.”

  She pressed a hand to her head. “Sorry. I completely forget at times that he’s, you know, a teenager.”

  Duke nodded, taking her hand. She had her bag over her shoulder.

  “Come on.”

  He didn’t want her to leave but knew he wouldn’t have much of a choice. “Okay, let’s head out.”

  Together they made their way to his car. There wasn’t a chance in hell of him taking her back on the motorbike. The mornings were warm, but he wanted her to be comfortable before riding on the back of his bike, which was something she hadn’t done.

  Pulling up outside of her house, he climbed out of the car, walking her to the door. “You didn’t have to follow me.”