by Jax Hart
My hands fist in the bedsheets.
“Cherry. If we do this—there’s no going back. You’ll be claimed and mine. Period. Done. No more frat guys, no more tending bar in those skimpy ass clothes… ”
“Are you serious? Why can’t we just do this because I’m a consenting adult and together we burn. Let’s just burn Duke,” she whispers cupping my face with her hands. “Just let go of all that club shit mentality.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?” She whispers.
“Because you’re in my blood, you’re all I see, now. I’ll never let you go once I take you. No fucking way,” I breathe out, “but I’ll put out your fire, cherry.”
I grab her knees lowering my head.
She purrs like a kitten as my beard rubs between her silky thighs. I fuck her with my tongue while my nose presses her clit. I pull back to use my fingers and tongue. While she fights it—she fights the pleasure I’m giving her.
“Let go Shanna.”
“No.”
“Why?”
I raise my head, seeing her tears.
“Because I want you Duke… all of you.”
“Are you sure cherry?”
She nods her head, “I’ll die if you don’t. I need this so much.”
“Just remember—you asked for this. You agreed.”
She whimpers as I move over her and let my dick free. I replace my fingers with the thick tip of my cock marking myself with her as I rub through her folds.
I know she used that vibrator, but it’s not my dick, so I fuck her lightly, only using my head. In and out—I watch, moaning in sweet torment as the head of my dick only goes in an inch or two before I pull him out.
I massage her breasts with my hands and mouth. She moans each time my I rub my face over her tits. She loves my beard on her bare skin.
I guide my tip through her folds, pressing into her an inch before backing out. I circle my hips, grinding back in two inches then coming out again.
The teasing makes her pant.
She’s melting into me.
I do this another five minutes before taking her mouth and slowly rubbing my cock all over and in before I pull back and bury myself all the way in.
Time stops.
Our bodies are fused.
My cock’s already pulsing inside her, with sheer ecstasy that I finally gave in and claimed my virgin angel… my sweet cherry, Shanna.
I rest my forehead against hers and close my eyes, relishing the moment, because it’s the first time for me, too. The first time my dick has tasted her heaven. My balls are heavy and full and aching to release its seed into the woman they were making it for.
Her fingers dig into the muscles of my ass, and her hips pump against me.
“Are you ready cherry? I’m going to fucking rock your world baby. It’ll never be the same after. So, hold on tight and enjoy the ride.”
With that warning, I close my eyes and get lost as the sensation of being buried in her washes over me. I thrust in and out, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. My eyes roll back in my head. She’s burning silk and soft curves.
She’s everything I ever wanted and never dared to believe could exist.
She’s my savior.
But I’m her devil.
Because I’m too selfish to ever let her go.
She’s mine to protect and love forever now.
“Duke,” she moans, and I slip in and out pounding her while rubbing her clit.
I kiss my way into her mouth only stopping to say, “Are you ready to come harder than you ever have?”
I kiss her hard before pulling out and flipping her over.
I’m her master and commander and she’s my slave.
I nudge her thighs apart pumping in, knowing she needs her G-spot hammered.
“Duke!” She gasps as I smack her ass and play with her clit as my monster cock rubs her spot so hard she sees stars and calls out my name.
“That’s right sugar. I’m your daddy now!” I roar as I spank her ass and pull out shooting stars of semen all over that ass that’s made me hard for weeks.
I spank my dick against her backside, shuddering in release. It’s with supreme satisfaction I watch the last drops of come spurt out.
I’ve made this bad girl mine.
I smack her one last time with a grunt before climbing off the bed and mopping her back with my boxers.
She’s languid and limp—fucked so thoroughly there’s no doubt I did what I told her, I would. I took her sweet cherry. But she needs to know; I’ll cherish it and us—forever.
My arms anchor her to my side as I pull the covers over us. She sighs snuggling closer. I kiss the back of her neck, and this time when I sleep—I dream of the smell of her skin and the sound of her breathy moans—and how her silk core felt as she took every inch.
I moan feeling sated and snuggle deeper into her. I press my lips to her back, feeling my massive boner throbbing to get back into heaven.
“Duke?!”
Meat calls from outside as he bangs on the door. My eyes reluctantly pop open. I’m stunned for a second finding myself hugging a body pillow with boxer briefs full of a dried load.
“Holy shit,” I mutter.
I haven’t had a wet dream for over twenty years.
I feel cheated. Robbed.
For one second—I thought she was mine—that it was real. My hand reaches out, knocking everything on the bedside table to the floor.
The remote to the TV hurls through the air, crashing against the wall. The Gods are laughing because they know: A bastard like me doesn’t deserve an angel, especially not one as bright as the sun.
My fingers clutch the dog tags resting between my pecs.
"What the fuck? DUKE!?"
“I’ll be right out!” I holler stripping down and throwing my briefs in the trash.
My dick’s red and angry; he thought it was real too, and is primed and ready to go. I turn on the taps and walk into the shower taking myself in one hand. Once again dreaming of my sweet cherry.
“You look like shit.”
I grunt in response, shuffling past him to make coffee.
“Are you still leavin’ today?”
“Yep. I need you to watch over her for me Meat. I’m coming back eventually… she needs more time.”
“Agreed. You better get back to California. I hear some shit is going down with the MC.”
“I’m not an official member,” I grunt.
“I know. They know. But there’s few outsiders they trust—you are one of them.”
“Fuck,” I rub a hand over my face. “The new Prez is trying too hard to make a name for himself.”
“I know. But his word is law. He’s racking up one hell of a body count too. Shit’s gonna go down real fast with that hot-head at the helm.”
“Fuck.” I groan again, gulping down the last of the bitter coffee. I need to sign the listing paperwork and take the last of the boxes to the homeless shelter on the other side of town. I donated all the furniture left to the local veterans association. I scribble out a note for them and leave the front door unlocked. Meat helps me load up the truck and follows me out.
I stop short at the sight of her.
Her hips are squared, and her spine is straight. She looks like she’s ready to fuckin’ kill me.
I can’t help it. The corners of my mouth tip up, “What’s wrong sugar? You need something… something like my tongue or my hands?”
She charges.
“I need you to stay the fuck out of my life!”
“Oh yeah, that’s not what you were saying last night when I stroked you—until you came all over me.”
“Shut up!” She snarls with her face turning pink as she spots Meat standing behind me.
She’s all fire; spitting sparks.
But I like the burn—no friggin’ love it.
She’s in my face shoving an envelope filled with cash in my hands, “ … for my car. I don’t need your charity.”
I moan moving my hands down to cup her ass bringing her hips flush against mine. My cock juts into her tummy, and she whimpers, “I fucking hate you.”
“I know cherry. It’s okay. If this is how you hate—I fuckin’ love it. Hate me forever.”
She’s mad as hell. It turns me the fuck on. We are going to burn the house down with our lovemaking when it happens.
I pull back and grab her hand, threading our fingers together. She’s pissed but stunned. My eyes take in her mussed hair, wet lips, and dazed eyes.
My cock pulses.
I did this to her—made her forget everything.
“Come on sugar, hop in. We need to talk.”
I open the passenger door to my truck and practically push her in. She’s still holding out, fighting me even though we both know fate never loses. She’s silent as I back out of the drive and turn towards town.
“I’m leaving today. Should’ve left weeks ago, but I couldn’t… because I saw you. I came into Stan’s minutes after burying my father. I was only gonna stop in for one drink but when I saw you, all my plans went up in smoke. I have to have you, Shanna. All the blood drains down to my dick every time I’m near you. It’s all I can think about. I’ve never been a man that’s ruled by lust or sex, but I have this primal urge to mate—to fuck you raw that’s not going away. It’s getting worse, and I’m afraid I’m gonna snap and either fucking beat someone or haul your ass caveman style to my lair and lock the door.”
My eyes cut away from the road. She’s pressing her thighs together and bites her lip.
I cut the wheel to the right pulling onto the shoulder. My breath comes out in a hiss; my fingers find the back of her head. Despite my raw words, I stare into her eyes before kissing her like a fuckin’ princess. My touch is gentle with my passion chained. I’m wooing my virgin, giving her the tenderness, she needs.
“Shanna,” I whisper into her mouth. “I could love you girl. Let me… let me in. Lower your damn walls.”
She moans and unbuckles her seat belt, crawling into my lap. I slide my seat back and let her straddle me, in the front seat of my cab on the side of the only highway in and out of town.
Her hot little tongue plays with mine, and my hands palm her ass while pressing her core down in my lap.
“I love your beard,” she whispers coming up for air, “don’t ever shave it.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She smiles before diving back in. We kiss and sigh and moan before the honking cars passing by bring us both back to earth.
She sits back in her seat buckling herself in and I stare at her knowing the truth: I already love her—loved her for weeks. She’s my mate and leaving her is gonna kill me. But I love her so much; I need to do right by my girl. This filly still needs fields to run wild in before she’s put in a pasture with a fence. I don’t want her to ever resent me for taking her freedom away so young.
“Shanna, I need you to know I’m leaving to give you some space… to finish your degree and spend time with your pops. I’m coming back, and when I do. It’s you and me… got it?”
She sucks in a breath nodding. I put the truck in gear and pull back on the road.
“I need you to understand something.”
I cut my eyes over to hers quickly before focusing on driving, and tip my head, “What’s that sugar?”
“Pops stifled me... made me feel suffocated more than loved at times. I need you to let me do things my way. I can pay my bills and run my bar.”
My hands clench the wheel. She’s mine to take care of and look out for. It’s just my luck; I’d fall for the one woman who won’t let me.
“Okay, cherry. I’m sorry. The guy at the shop is an old buddy of mine. He served, too. I paid nothing… a fraction of what he should’ve charged.”
“Well, thank you, but I’m still paying for it. You were in the military?”
“The Marines, Semper Fi. I don’t regret it for a second, but some shit never leaves. You know?”
We arrive in town, and I pull into the lot behind Stan’s. “This is where you were headed today right?”
“Yeah, I need to do inventory and tally last night’s receipts.”
“I need to do a few errands in town. I’ll come back for lunch before I head out.”
A small tear escapes from her eye, and I reach over swiping it with my thumb, “Ah cherry. You gonna miss me? This old badger?”
She looks away and wipes a hand across her face, “Don’t be ridiculous. I had a piece of dirt in my eye.”
She moves to open the door, but I shoot a hand out and pull it back shut. I unclip my belt, and this time—I come to her, kissing her senseless before letting go.”
I watch her curvy legs walk across the lot to open up the bar as my heart goes with her.
I BLINK BACK a few tears as I walk in, flicking on the lights. My heart aches and the air feels empty now that he’s leaving tonight. I walk over to the barstool where he’s sat for the past three weeks… watching me, waiting for me to acknowledge what my gut knows—we’re meant for each other.
My hands run across the worn wood. I bow my head, he was a marine. It figures. It’s how he moves, the look in his dark eyes... how he can be so still, so watchful for such a huge man?
I snort, remembering how angry I was when I saw my car parked outside this morning. I tore into his driveway so fast—I smelled burning rubber. Throwing the car in park, I marched right into his yard ready to chew his ass out for interfering with my life.
God, he makes me insane with anger and lust at the same time. Damn, he took all my plans and blew them straight to hell. The worst is how horny I am every damn night.
I can’t sleep without making myself come.
My eyes close, a tear slips and my heart tears in two. I can’t go with him and his life isn’t here. Lifting the counter up, I walk behind the bar, reaching for the bottle of Grey Goose. Fixing a tumbler with ice, I pour half a glass.
Sitting in his seat, I slowly sip. I never thought I’d fall in love like this. With a man almost double my age, with bulging muscles and a cocky attitude. But I’m smart enough to know how lucky I am, that a man like Duke wants me as his woman.
It will be a pain and pleasure unlike anything else, I’m sure. But surviving the time until he comes back is going to be difficult. At least I have my vibrator to relieve one ache, but how will I relieve the pain in my chest since he stole my heart and put it in a to-go box?
My head snaps up at the squeak of the door opening behind me.
“Duke?” My heart jumps. Spinning around, drink in hand, the smile falls from my lips.
The man who walks in is huge, menacing in the way he looks at me. He wears leather but the patch on his chest says, “Pledge.”
“We’re closed,” I say with an edge of bitchiness.
He eyes the drink in my hand, “Is that so? It doesn’t appear that way to me sugar.”
He walks forward staring intently.
“Perk of being the owner. We open at three. I’d be happy to serve you then.”
“But I’m thirsty now, very, thirsty,” he smacks his lips.
Slamming my drink down, I duck under the counter of the bar. He smiles obviously thinking he’s scared the shit out of me.
Instead of reaching for a glass, my hands snake under the bar, grabbing the sawed-off shotgun, I hide under the inside lip.
“Get the fuck out. I told you we’re closed,” I bite out, raising the gun.
He takes a toothpick out of a box of matches and presses it to his lips, seemingly unafraid.
“You’re a damn hellion. Boss is gonna be pleased. I got what I need here. Go easy, girl.” He finally raises his palms, walking backward.
“Do you know who I am?” I ask, with
the gun still pointed.
“Sure, do sugar. Sure do.”
“What the fuck was that?” I ask the empty room. Gun in hand, I bolt over the bar barricading the door he walked out of. Through the front window, I watch him climb on a bike, grinning like an asshole as he rides away.
Fucking club shit.
Placing my gun back in its hiding spot. Fingers tapping on the bar; I debate whether to text Meat or Duke about the visit from that weirdo. But I handled it and knowing Meat and Duke—they’d freak, probably forbidding me from leaving my house.
Screw that.
Filling a bucket with hot water, I grab a mop. In no time, the whole damn floor shines and smells of disinfectant, instead of that greaseball’s cheap cologne.
Wiping the sweat from my brow, I throw my gloves in the sink, renewing my vow to get the fuck out of here the second I have my degree in hand. In the sunny streets of LA—I could be anybody. Maybe even Duke Masters’ girlfriend. But, I won’t be anyone’s old lady. That’s for damn sure.
I look up at the clock. Its noon, and Duke’s not here. My hand rubs the back of my neck. I spent two hours hunched over the desk, entering debits and credits, counting receipts and placing next week’s order for both the kitchen and the bar. It kept me busy, distracting me from my early morning visit from that idiot.
I still need to study and also wash and fold laundry then mow the lawn. I don’t have time to wait. If he’s not here, I need to leave.
My fingers grab the keys, and I lock the office behind me.
“I need to run home. Can I borrow your car?”
“Sure,” Tina answers tapping an order into the computer screen.
“Thanks.”
My cell rings and I eagerly reach in my back pocket to answer. My shoulder sags as I read the number. But I can’t blow him off forever.
“Spence!” I fake enthusiasm.
“Hey baby, were you able to get next Saturday off?”
“Ugh, no I can’t.”
“Damn. It would’ve been fun.”
“Dinner after class tomorrow?”
“I’m sorry.” I grimace, “I need to get back early.”
“Fuck. I moved too soon. Did I scare you off?”