“You good?” he asked.
“No!” I yelled. “What were you thinking?”
Duke let me go and backed up. “Come on then. Get it all out.”
I lunged at him, making fists. I pounded against his chest and shoulders, wanting to hurt him, but I was only hurting myself. It was like beating my fists against a brick wall. I lasted all of five seconds before I growled and stepped back.
“Better?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I said.
“Okay, sweetie. Listen to me. I took Jim to see Bill’s grave. To get that shit off his chest for a minute. He’s got to tap into his rage for this fight. It’s his only shot at winning. We were followed by the crew that bought the land from Jim. I’m assuming all of Jim’s paperwork stalling got back to them. So they wanted to send a message. I did what I had to do.”
“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.