Page 65 of At Last

19.

Duke

My woman stands in front of the TV with a hand on her hip, staring down at the cell in her other hand. Her hair flows long and curly down her back. Those same navy blue, cotton shorts that she wore the first time I tasted her, barely cover her ass again now. And she’s got on one of her ribbed tanks that hugs all her curves. Damn. Fuck. Shit, she’s hot. She’s so god damned hot my dick don’t just twitch, it throbs as it struggles to point north in my jeans.

But she also hung up on me. Drops that bomb over the phone, then hangs up. When you tell someone you love them for the first time, you don’t do it over the phone where they can’t hold you, hug you and kiss the ever-loving shit out of you.

I hesitate only a second before plowing in like the bull I am, the bull she waved the red flag in front of. She turns around, and I only have a moment to take in the fear on her face before I’m crushing my lips against hers as my arms wrap her in the same crushing embrace. Strawberry. Damn, her lips taste great. And the vanilla scent.

She whimpers against my mouth. I pull back only enough to bury my nose in her hair. Fucking great hair. Silky and soft.

“Don’t ever hang up on me again,” I order. Knowing she’s going to argue, I kiss her again. And when she opens up to me, I slide my tongue inside her mouth, meeting hers halfway. She grips my cut in each fist, pulling me closer so my erection rubs against her belly.

“We can’t,” she speaks against my lips. “Jade and Teeny.”

“Don’t give a fuck if the pope is in the next room. You asked for it.” I grit out. She wraps her arms around herself protectively. I know one sure-fire way to make her feel better. “You’re a doctor. Will I hurt you?” She knows what I’m asking and shakes her head. “Good.” Then I pick the woman up, one arm around her back and one under her knees, and head to our bedroom.

We’ve been laying in the bed for a while now. I don’t think I fucked all the scared from her, but at least she’s calm and seems contented for the time being.

It wasn’t easy taking her the way I wanted to, knowing our girl and her friend were just down the hall from us. Doc kept her face tucked against her pillow most of the time to stifle her moans and out-and-out shouts of pleasure when I done something she particularly liked. But the end result was worth every challenge we went up against. The way I came so hard I thought the tip of my dick might explode in the process.

Now, with her tucked up under my arm, her head resting at my shoulder, hand lightly resting at my ribs and her bent knee laying against my thigh, now I can fully revel in the knowledge that my woman loves me.

She said it. And she ain’t taking it back. Ever.

“Wow,” Caitlin says dreamily, casually moving her hand from my ribs to draw patterns in my chest hair with her finger.

I snicker. Hell yeah, wow. Every lay tops the last with this woman. Don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. Hope I don’t.

“What was that?” she asks between dropping kisses against the skin of my collar.

“That was my response to you telling me you love me.”

“Oh… Well in that case, I love you Duke.”

“Give me a minute to regroup, then I’ll be happy to oblige you, woman.” I give my arm around her a little squeeze. She giggles. “But just so we’re clear, remember I said it first.”

“You did not,” she protests, lifting her head to glare at me.

“Sure did. After Jesse’s memorial. You said you hated me. I told you, you might hate me but I fell for you.”

Doc lays her head back against my shoulder. “You said it first,” she mumbles her amended statement.

No matter I want to spend the rest of the day naked in bed with my woman, that’s the fantasy. Reality strikes at the sound of a small knock against our bedroom door and a, “Duke, I’m hungwy.”

“Be out in a minute, Peaches.” I call out loud enough for her to hear me. She can’t get in, I was smart enough to lock the door, but still, there’s always that lingering fear that she could.

I roll out ’a bed, walking over to the closet to pull a pair of sweats. Caitlin watches me the whole time. Then after I’m clothed, I walk back over to kiss her. “Get dressed. I’ll make those cheese-stuffed burgers I promised. I’ll even make the steak fries you love so much.”

After twenty-five minutes of prep work, Doc, Peaches and even Teeny sit at the table devouring burgers. Plate in hand, I’m just about to join them when there’s another fucking knock. This one, from the outside door to the utility room.

The pounding on the door pisses me off more today than it probably would any other day, but fuck, can’t a man be left alone with his family for just one day?

Just got done making love to my woman after a couple months dry. We need the day to decompress.

Need it.

Some nut sack kidnapped a girl who looks like my Peaches. Don’t know how much more Caitlin has in her before she breaks. And not one man would blame her if she did. Becoming a part of my club put her and our girl in danger.

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