Page 38 of Duke

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.

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