Page 68 of Duke

“HOW YOU HOLDING UP?”

His answer is a grunt. I heard Colin Flynn hasn’t been down here in a decade. The way his tired eyes took in the room, the bar and the bikes—I can tell he misses his glory days when he ran the MC with my old man. The LA chapter’s clubhouse is a paradise for an old fucker like him.

“How’s she been?”

Another grunt.

A heavy hand rests on my shoulder, forcing me to turn away.

“Leave it and him alone,” Meat says with a frown.

My fingers reach out clutching the cold glass bottle, pouring the last drops of amber liquid into my glass. I knock it all back and slam my fist down on the bar. “She’s fuckin’ mine. Damn this mess… and know that prick dick is puttin’ his hands on her.”

“Calm down.”

“I can’t friggin’ calm down,” I roar.

Heads turn my way, eyebrows raise.

“Fuckin’ hell,” I groan sinking back down on my stool.

“Hey sugar, what’s got you so worked up? Maybe I can help?”

In my drunk stupor it takes me a few seconds to realize her hands are on the fly of my jeans and trying to snake inside.

“Whoa there, sugar.”

But she ignores my half-assed protest and straddles my thick thighs, strands of her over-bleached hair fall in my face. Her hot breath smells like cinnamon and cheap wine. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. I manage to push her away a second before they had every intention of landing on mine.

“What the fuck? Don’t you want me? I could make you feel so good, Duke.”

“Yeah, maybe later, sweetheart.” I push her off my lap with a wink and a quick slap to her ass making her giggle. But I’d never tap that shit. This chick’s ridden more miles than my truck. And I don’t want to run-up in some club skank.

“What’s the matter with ya’? She was ready to give it up to you, right here.”

“That’s the problem,” I answer Meat, taking a swig of the beer that appears in front of me.

“I haven’t fucked anyone in months, since before I met Shanna.”

“Well, that’s the goddamn problem right there. You need to let a load out for fuck’s sake.”

“Yeah? Well, she won’t be the one.”

“Jesus. Stop being so picky, at least get a goddamn blow-job.”

Shutting my eyes, all I see is that prick holding Shanna’s hand and wiping her tears with his lips. I tip my head back and swig my ice-cold beer, slam the bottle down and survey the room.

“Who’s that?” I nod over to the dance floor where a woman with hair the color of flames dances in black leather pants that hug every curve of her tight ass.

“Dunno. She’s new. Think her cousin’s a pledge or some shit.”

Grunting, I slap Meat on the back and push away from the bar. I’m drunk as fuck but still, manage to cross the room quickly. I stop right behind her. Her friend’s wide-eyed look forces her to turn around. She gasps, then smiles slowly.

“Hey, sugar. Wanna bounce?”

“With you? Absolutely.”

Grabbing her hand, I lead her to the bank of bedrooms down the back hall. When a brother is down on his luck with his woman or money; we let them chill here for as long as they need. But tonight, all I need is this redhead giving my cock some much-needed attention.

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