DUKE: A Alpha Male Bad Boy Millionaire MC Romance (New Adult & Contemporary Romance)

by Jax Hart

  I start to come.

  “Duke… I’m so close. Please—please don’t stop.”

  He grunts, and I feel at least two of his thick fingers entering me, curling up, and reaching my G-spot while his other hand helps his dick pump against my clit.

  “Duke,” I rasp, at the same time I feel the hot waterfall of come rain down on my ass.

  “Shanna,” he finishes with satisfied grunt. With his hand still inside, his weight crashes against me and in a moment of sweet despair—I realize he marked me without even needing his monster dick taking my V-card to do it.

  I’ve been his since the moment we met. I’ve been fooling myself for thinking otherwise.

  “Duke,” I whisper.

  “What baby?”

  I roll over onto my back feeling him still hard against me. His eyes drink in the fullness of my naked breasts for the first time.

  “I want you. I want this,” I gesture between the two of us.

  He doesn’t say a word but gets off me and pulls up his jeans, tossing my clothes over.

  “What the fuck?” I hiss. “You’ve been after me like a dog with a boner for days… weeks. I’m telling you, ‘I’m yours fucking take me,’ and I’m getting the silent treatment?”

  “Not here. Christ. I should’ve known Colin Flynn’s daughter would still be untouched.”

  “I’m not untouched. And forget about popping my sweet cherry. My plastic vibrator already took care of that.”

  His nostrils flare. “Don’t push me any more tonight. I’m already well passed my fucking limit. I’m not taking your virginity here in a fucking supply closet with thirty people on the other side.”

  He lifts his shirt over his head and my mouth waters at the bulky muscled chest covered in tattoos. He’s flawless and more powerful than three men combined.

  His mouth smirks seeing my obvious desire. “Don’t kid yourself, sweetheart. A vibrator is no substitute for my dick. I’d break you sugar, even if I went slow. I’m still going to take your virginity sweetheart, so don’t even fuckin’ think of seeing that prick frat boy again.”

  “How did you know he was a ‘frat-boy?’ ”

  “Well if that pussy car he drives wasn’t my first clue, the cheesy decal on the back with his fraternity letters was hard to miss.”

  “Oh.”

  And I have my second revelation. Whose brotherhood do I want to belong to? Both men have patches, but they are from completely different worlds and mean completely different things: Duke runs with Creed and Spence with Kappa Delta.

  But I don’t want to make this decision right now. It’s been too confusing, and I vow never again, to let two men make me come in one night.

  DUKE LEFT FIRST, leaving me in a heap on the floor still trying to piece myself together since he kissed me recklessly before shutting the door.

  I sigh, finally standing up on shaky legs dumbly realizing I still have my boots on. I smile, admitting it must’ve looked hot. My phone buzzes from inside my purse. I slide it out and unlock it.

  Spence: Can’t wait to see you again.

  I don’t text back. What could I possibly say? I push the hair off my face, cringing when I spy the clipboard on the floor. I’ll have to come in early tomorrow and do inventory. There’s no way I could attempt it now that my brain’s been reduced to complete mush.

  My world has completely been turned upside-down these past few weeks. I thought the start of my senior year was going to be easy—fun even.

  But between Duke showing up and so many revelations about the past; I’m not sure which way to go anymore. All I know, is I need Duke, not only to sate my lust but to protect Pops from the retribution the MC would surely levy on him if what he did ever got out.

  I LIFT THE cigarette to my lips. Every time I take a drag, the smell of Shanna’s tight pussy wafts from my fingers.

  The hot smoke fills my lungs. Blowing it out in rings with a shake of my head, I think about how I almost squandered the sweetest gift a woman could give a man—in a hall closet in a damn bar on the floor.

  I’ve become a fucking animal, and I don’t like it.

  Bad things happen when a man loses his head. He becomes careless and then everything goes to shit.

  I flick the cigarette to the ground, snuffing it out under the heel of my boot. My head tips up to the sky full of a million stars glittering like diamonds.

  The back door swings open and she steps into the moonlight.

  She’s a goddess; a fucking sea siren that’s enchanted me. She’s a drug that’s dangerously addictive, and I can’t afford to take a fatal hit.

  She’s young, pure and innocent and nothing a man like me should’ve ever touched. I need some space and distance from her—from this goddamn town to get my head right.

  I push off the wall, she follows, stopping in surprise by the side of the Ford F-150 I drove into town.

  “The bike was my father’s.”

  She nods her head and opens the door, sliding across the seat.

  I’m surprised and alarmed when she curls up next to my thigh like a kitten and leans her head on my shoulder. She’s been spitting at me for days and now she’s docile and rubbing against me in contentment.

  What is she up to?

  I put the truck into gear and drive her home to her daddy’s house. A place where she belongs… until I can figure out what in the hell I’m going to do—if anything, about her now.

  I’ll be damned if that college douche is gonna dip his dick into what’s mine, but I’m not cold enough to bind her to me yet. If I take her V-card, I’m going to give her a platinum band to mark her ring finger but Shanna’s not ready for that shit.

  Not yet.

  She needs more time to finish school and figure out what she wants to do with the bar, before I rip her away from her world cementing her in mine.

  I pull into her drive, putting the truck in park.

  She’s asleep.

  I put my arm around her, holding her close to my side, wishing for a thousand different things.

  I wish she already belonged to me. I’d keep driving to California and tuck her in my bed.

  I wish shit weren’t so damn complicated between her father and the club. I’m trying to keep what I owe them to a minimum as it is. She doesn’t fully trust me yet, but I will protect her father and keep what he did buried.

  I lift her in my arms and carry her over the threshold of her father’s home.

  Seven months.

  I’ll give her seven months before I come back and carry her off and over the threshold of my home and she ain’t fucking leaving.

  “Duke?” She whispers as I gently place her down in her bed tucking the covers around her.

  “Yeah, cherry?”

  “Hmmmm… ” She snuggles in lost in slumber. But her plump lips are curled in a soft smile and I rain light kisses over her hair, her face, and the crook of her neck.

  Fallujah didn’t kill me but leaving her for seven months might.

  I reluctantly push off the bed drinking in the sight of her before opening her nightstand drawer. I find it. She hid it under a few magazines. I grin, grab her vibrator and tuck it into the back pocket of my jeans.

  I’m not letting this piece of plastic pleasure my woman. I want her to be just as miserable as me as we wait the months out until I come back. Nothing is getting in that sweet pussy until I come back to bed her into the next century.

  My hand shuts the door softly behind me and I turn finding Colin waiting by the stairs.

  “I need to talk, to you, son.”

  “I figured you might.”

  I respectfully follow him down to the kitchen. He already brewed a pot of coffee, but he sits expecting me to help myself.

  I pour the steaming hot liquid into a chipped mug and take a seat.

  He tries to intimidate me by staring me down.

  But it won’t work.

  His daughter is mine, and he’s lucky I’m gonna give him a grace period to get used to that f
act.

  His loud breathing fills the air between us. I feel a pang of sympathy for the burdens he carried and for the bad blood between his father and mine. The old man that sits across from me looks as if one strong gust of wind will knock his ass right over.

  “Let me put your mind at ease—whatever business you with the club—has nothing to do with me. I have no interest in starting up shit from anything I learned in my father’s journals.”

  His body relaxes, but the worry doesn’t leave his face. “What about my daughter?”

  “She’s mine.”

  “Hell, no. Christ, you’re almost twice her age; she’s young—never dated much. Leave her the hell out of this,” he roars smacking a hand on the table, wheezing as he tries to breathe.

  I smile like the devil himself. “So what? She’s more mature than other girls her age growing up the way she did. But don’t worry, I don’t want to break her—I just want to love her. I still want her to finish getting her degree. I’ll let her stay until graduation day. I hope you enjoy your time with her until then.”

  My chair scoots back as I walk to the sink, placing my empty mug inside. I stare out into the darkness, firm in my resolve to come back one day and take what’s mine.

  “How can I trust you? That you’ll keep the shit that went down between me and your father to yourself? And about the money I took?”

  “Because I’m gonna come back and get my woman—your daughter, and if anyone hurts her, I’ll kill them. And secondly, I never got along with my old man. In good conscience—I can’t hold whatever shit that went down between you, against you.”

  “What about the money I owe ya’ for your portion of the bar?”

  “I don’t need your money and I have no interest in the bar. I already have my own business. Do what you want with it.”

  “I’d give you anything but her. But I won’t even bother begging. My eyes aren’t as sharp as they once were, but even I can see the determination you have to take my girl.”

  “She’s no longer your girl. Get used to that fact old man. If anything happens to her when I’m gone—you’ll wish the club found out about your shit. ‘Cause, I’ll break your old legs and shove them up your ass. I’m not changing my mind about her Colin. She’ll be my woman.”

  He slaps his knee, “The two of you will be the death of each other. You’re too much alike.”

  I glare at him leaving without another word. But as I walk outside and climb into the truck—I can’t help but stare longingly at her window wishing I could run back in and snatch her. I’d make her mine tonight.

  I feel myself swelling inside my jeans. It’s gonna be another night of jacking off while thinking about her. But now I can come to the memories of what her silky fold felt like on the tip of my dick.

  I never planned on marrying, but from the minute I saw her, I knew it was fate. I want her like no other and she’s not a woman I could walk away from after, for someone else to experience.

  Fuck that.

  I’ll have Meat keep an eye on her.

  Shanna better use her time wisely. Because when I come for her, they’ll be no going back to the life she had before.

  “MORNING POPS.”

  He doesn’t look at me but grunts while raising his coffee to his lips.

  “Pops? Are you feeling okay?”

  He sighs and sets down his mug.

  “I spoke to Duke last night.”

  “Oh?”

  I turn to pour myself coffee pretending to be aloof. But I blush looking out the window, recalling how intimately he touched me. How his smooth hard cock felt rubbing against my soft folds. How I came panting his name and how I wish he had taken me. I bite my lip in anticipation of seeing him again.

  I can’t wait.

  “He’s leaving town.”

  “WHAT?” I bark spinning to face him.

  “I thought you’d be happy he’s going. The two of you spit at each other like cats.”

  “What about the money we owe the club and his part of Stan’s?” I blurt out trying to conceal what’s pissing me off—him leaving me; leaving us unfinished and undone.

  “He said he’s walking away. He doesn’t want our money. He just wants to get back to his life in California.”

  “Well, I don’t want his fucking charity. I’m buying him out. Hell, I’ll go to the bank and get a damn loan.”

  Pops grunts but doesn’t say a thing. He won’t meet my eyes and I know there’s more he’s not saying. I know better than to even bother. Pops always did shield me from the bad shit but I’m not his little girl anymore and I need to go to the source. Duke himself.

  “I need to take your Harley. My car is still not fixed, and I need to go study at the library then head over to the bar and do inventory.”

  “No. Call a cab. If I can’t ride my precious love, no one will.”

  I roll my eyes, “Come on Pops. It’s me.”

  “Fine.”

  But as I open the door to get the newspaper my eyes widen in shock; my old Honda is parked out front with a fuckin’ red bow tied around the hood.

  “Dammit, Duke!” My nails dig into my palm. I don’t want another man to take care of me. I just want to be my own woman already, if only the men in my life would let me.

  I race upstairs to brush my teeth and pull on the shortest pair of ripped denim shorts I can find. I don’t even bother with a bra but pull a tank over my head and grab a zippered sweatshirt.

  I fluff my hair and slip on a pair of old boots.

  Duke thinks I’m his.

  It’s time to show him—he’s mine. He’s my prisoner just as much as I am his.

  I TRY TO walk lightly but that’s hard to do for a man of my size. I feel a trickle of sweat roll down my back under my Kevlar vest as I peek around the corner and signal Trev with my right hand. I pull the rifle up and look through the night vision scope, checking for hostiles as we clear house after house on this city block looking for weapons, enemies and her. A female Marine was taken last week and none of us will rest ‘till we find her.

  “Clear!” I shout. My men move in behind me as we kick in the door to the next house.

  The sound of rapid gunfire rages in the darkness. It came so fast all you could do was raise your own gun back in reaction and pull the trigger.

  “I’m hit! Duke, I’m hit.”

  Ducking low, trying to avoid enemy fire, I race to him.

  Fuck.

  Blood spurts from an artery in his leg. I move to tie off the wound and my gloves stain with his blood. The gunfire continues and the building shakes as a bomb detonates nearby.

  The blast throws me back.

  My ears ring.

  Dust blinds me.

  He’s gone.

  Trev’s gone.

  And I’m all alone in the smoky haze of hell where my nostrils burn from the smell of death around me.

  “NO!” I scream.

  But there’s no one left to hear.

  “Duke?”

  My Angel. She appears from the rubble and kneels before me. She takes my bloodied gloves off and kisses my hands.

  Her fingers smooth over my face, finding tears.

  “Shhh… I’m here. I’m here baby,” she whispers.

  “Oh god,” I cry and let myself fall into her arms.

  She feels safe. I can get lost in her.

  I’ve found heaven in the middle of hell.

  “Duke.”

  She peppers kisses on my face, and I groan, pulling her soft body beneath me.

  I can’t speak. My throat is too thick. I needed her, I needed this to replace the broken memories in my mind.

  My fingers rip apart her thin shirt and my hands roam over her soft skin, cupping her full breasts. I groan, letting my hips sink into hers, feeling the warmth of her pussy warm my groins.

  “Shanna!” I moan, sucking and kissing her neck before pulling back and taking her mouth prisoner.

  She opens easily and for the first time—I don’t have to fig
ht my way in. She’s surrendering. Our moans and sighs mingle with each taste, each touch.

  I move my hand down to her shorts. My fingers slide through her folds, up and down, up and down and then I circle her clit, pressing down hard before pulling away and burying it inside her.

  Her head thrashes on the bed and I move lower. My arms cage her in beneath me and as I pull one huge rosy nipple into my mouth and suckle her like a starving newborn.

  I’ve dreamed of seeing and tasting these sweet buds for weeks. I’ve made myself come harder than a teen boy dipping his dick for the first time.

  She was made for me.

  And I won’t deny myself anymore.

  With her tit still in my mouth and my tongue tugging on it, I bring my other hand up to play with her other one. She moans in pleasure but also because I know the pressure has built.

  I chuckle with a mouthful of breast and press a knee against her moist heat, knowing what she needs.

  “Duke…” She moans threading her hands through my hair before lowering between us and finding me inside my boxer briefs. I groan as she finds me leaking for her just as she drips for me.

  I’m so thick that she needs to use both her hands to fully wrap around. She pumps me up and down slowly then takes her finger to my tip. She pushes me back and I watch hypnotized as she takes her wet finger and traces her lips, wearing me as gloss.

  “Christ Shanna!” My cock trembles watching her and I’m hard to the point of pain.

  There’s no going back for me or her if we do this and I need to make sure she knows this. I won’t be able to leave and let her finish her life like I had planned.

  I won’t ever leave my angel once I’ve rammed my cock in her sweet flesh.

  With self-control, I didn’t even know I had, I rear back and sit on my heels.

  “What are you doing here, cherry?”

  “Isn’t it obvious? Rocking your fuckin’ word.”

  I feel the corners of my mouth tip up at her unexpected show of wit. I’m panting, dying to just let the world burn and my soul with it and just rip the rest of the clothes from her body and take her like an animal, just like I wanted when I first saw her.