Duke: Fallen MC #1 (13 page)

Prez turned his back and started to walk away. Helen sprung forward and grabbed onto his cut pleading to be let go. Prez whipped around, breaking her hold and threw a punch into her jaw. Helen collapsed to the floor gripping her face.

“Don’t fucking touch me! That was my shot for Nicole.”

They locked the door as they left. Duke knew Prez took it easy on her or she would be unconscious. He had a mean right hook. Duke felt slightly better but he doubted anything would ever be enough to right this wrong. It would be interesting to see who took up the offer of one shot at Helen. It wasn’t in their nature to hit women but Prez was right, he could of lost some of his brothers if her plan had succeeded. Most of all, he wouldn’t have Nicole and that shit burned deep. He needed to get back to her, check she was ok.

“Church in thirty minutes.” Prez announced as they entered the bar. Every brother, old lady and prospect sat waiting for news.

The brothers knew they would get the information on what had gone down at the meeting, so they gave them all a wide berth for now. Duke jogged up the stairs to his apartment. Nicole was lying exactly where he’d left her. Her face was peaceful and with the sheet hiding her body she looked untouched, perfect. The thin sheet draped over her body did nothing to hide her mouth watering curves. Even beaten black and blue his bitch was gorgeous. His dick twitched thinking about fucking her when she’d healed enough. He prayed she was a quick healer. He wanted their connection back. He needed to reclaim her. He never felt more at home than when he was buried deep in Nicole.

Movement at the side of the room caught his eye and he spun around to see the Musketeers sitting with their backs against the wall. Duke hadn’t noticed them, he’d been totally focused on Nicole. He sent them a questioning glance. They started to stand as King explained.

“Didn’t mean to intrude brother, just wanted to visit Nic. We knew you’d be busy with those fucking bitches so we’ve just sat here quietly. We didn’t want her to wake up and have no one around.”

Duke gave each of his brothers a brief one armed hug to show his gratitude. They all loved Nicole and he’d never been more thankful for the club.

“Here’s some cream to help her bruises. We use it after we get a bit rough. Works a treat.” Bones handed him the a large tub of cream and shot him a mischievous grin. Duke tried to ignore the ‘rough’ comment. He’d witnessed their rough sex on an ill-timed visit to their room. If it weren’t for the hard dicks he could see he would have been sure they were fighting.

He sat beside Nicole on the bed and stroked the hair back from her face. She hummed a contented sound that stirred his heart and a small serene smile graced her face. He sat drinking her in until they headed downstairs for Church.

Prez banged the gavel to start church. Everyone quieted to hear club business. They started by reviewing some of their businesses owned by the club and voted on the expansion of four of them. After ‘any other business’ Prez got down to talking about the subject that had Duke fisting his hands under the table. He was curious how this would go down with his brothers. No bitch had ever made moves against the club before and he knew that Nicole was popular with the brothers. She was always open and chatty, had no problem helping the brothers out with duties in the club house and did it all with a killer smile on her face. Plus, she fed them up good and no one would get away with messing with their ‘little chef’, as some of them called her.

“Right, you’ve all no doubt heard by now what Helen claimed along with those other sluts regarding Nicole. I just wanna tell you all what’s been found out since and the action we’re taking. The bitches have confessed that they wanted rid of Nicole and hoped the beating they gave her would keep her from talking or in one case, living. So, their story was proven to be complete bullshit. Nicole didn’t have a phone and wasn’t in contact with Riot. Not all of you were at the outhouse to see what shit they pulled so Slam is passing around his iPad now with photos of Nicole taken just after she was found. This was no ordinary bitch beat-down.” Prez stopped talking until all the brothers had seen what was done.

Duke gritted his teeth as he watched his brothers react to the photos. There was plenty of swearing and fist banging. He didn’t need to see the photos to be riled up. Those images were burned into his memory. He sat stoically as Nicole’s body was on display. He never wanted anyone to see an inch of her perfect skin, whatever condition it was in, but he silently willed every brother to back him and lay one on Helen. Those photos would definitely motivate them. He felt blood thirsty for revenge and payed little mind that she was a woman. If men had done that to Nicole no one would have hesitated in shooting the fuckers dead. He wasn’t giving them a pass for simply having a pussy. Prez filled them in on Helen’s punishment and said they were leaving the other four to the old ladies.

After Prez banged the gavel and church was over, Duke made his way to the outhouse holding Helen. He unlocked the door and strode in. He was quickly followed by Slam and Razor. Helen peered up from her huddle in the corner and cried.

“You can’t do this to me! All because of one bitch you’re gonna beat me. I don’t deserve this!”

Duke had nothing else to say to her and just let her rant and rave at him, giving nothing back. Razor had obviously heard enough.

“Quiet bitch. You deserve everything that’s coming to you and more. I’m just glad I can get my shot in while you’re still conscious.” He watched as Razor darted to Helen and swung his fist directly at her nose. It burst with a loud crack and blood poured from her nostrils. She screamed and screamed. His brother pulled her up by her hair and said, “That’s for Nicole.”

He turned his back on her and headed for the door giving Duke a nod on his way past. He was surprised at Razor. Not much worked him up but he knew that Nicole was family to him and that’s where that reaction had come from. He expected to feel something negative watching Helen take her punishment but he didn’t. He wasn’t numb to it, he revelled in it.

Slam was next. Duke knew exactly what to expect from him and he wasn’t disappointed as Helen’s jaw shattered under his assault. “That’s for Nicole,” he spat at her before leaving. He didn’t hear the door close behind him so turned to see what was stopping it. His heart warmed. Every brother was stood in a line waiting to deliver a blow to Helen and after each one they said, “That’s for Nicole.” He watched every last blow. Helen was still conscious, but a bleeding mess on the floor. She’d had it easy compared to Nicole, he felt some of his anger ease. He took one last look at the pathetic bitch and left without saying another word.

It’d been six days since Nicole had been beaten and she was finally able to move around without pain. All her bruises were now a yellow-green or gone completely thanks to that miracle cream from the Musketeers. The last two days had been torture for her. Twice a day Duke stripped her and slowly rubbed the cream into every inch of her skin, he refused to touch her anywhere else until he was sure she was better. Now she was sick of waiting and seriously sexually frustrated, she was going to make Duke give it up. She’d briefly entertained the idea that maybe he just didn’t want her anymore but knew that was crap as he used the crack of her ass to cradle his hard cock every night. Her body felt wired it was so sensitive, her sex stayed swollen and wet and her breasts were so tender she felt like she could come with a simple brush of her top over her nipples.

Duke had eaten dinner with her in his apartment and was on his way to the kitchen with the dishes; she only had a couple of minutes before he returned. The plan commenced. She marched into the bathroom and retrieved her wand from her shower bag, she was so happy that it had been packed for her now. Running back into the bedroom, she tore her clothes off and lay in the centre of the bed, legs parted and her knees bent. Duke would be getting the money shot as soon as he came into their bedroom. She listened for the door to shut and as soon as she heard it she started tweaking her nipples and massaging her breasts.

“Oh fuck baby, what’re you doing to me?” She looked up at Duke who was twitching with every twist she gave her nipples. “Shit, you’re pussy is so wet, I can see you dripping from over here.” He licked his lips.

“I’m done waiting for you, Duke. If you don’t come over here and fuck me, I’m gonna do it myself.” She reached behind her and retrieved her wand.

“I don’t wanna hurt you. Baby, you’ve still got bruises and you’re belly is still swollen. If I caused you any pain I’d have to rip something apart.” His voice sounded like a plea.

It was time he remembered she wasn’t fragile. She turned on her wand and the buzz of vibration filled the room. She kept her eyes locked on Duke as she slowly dragged the tip between her breasts and over her stomach. Her skin pimpled with the sensation and her breathing turned to pants. She slid the wand over her pussy lips and then with her other hand separated her folds. She wasn’t ready for the ecstasy to ripple through her body at the first touch. Her eyes rolled back along with her head and a moan escaped her mouth. The fact that she knew Duke was watching made it so much hotter. She was right on the edge of coming when he seized her hand holding the wand and tore it from her grasp.

“Duke!” His name sounded more like a groan, she’d been so close.

She opened her eyes just in time to see him drop his tee shirt on the floor. His heated eyes were fixed on hers as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans. He hardly ever wore underwear so his glorious erect penis came into view right away as his jeans fell down his thick, muscled legs. He kicked them off and crawled over to her on the bed. She was desperate for the feel of his hot skin on hers. He poised the tip of his dick at her entrance but no matter how much she squirmed and begged, he wouldn’t give her an inch.

“That was fucking hot baby, but I want all your pleasure to be mine. No more fake cocks or toys for you. Your gonna get the real thing. Every. Single. Time.” His restraint snapped and he slammed his whole length into her on his first thrust. “Oh baby, don’t move, don’t move. Fuck, you’re so hot and tight. I’m back in my heaven again.”

Then he started to move. He was gentle at first but Nicole didn’t want gentle, she wanted Duke’s raw power overwhelming her. She’d missed his dominance and passion so much. She needed this connection with him, she craved it. She dug her nails into his ass and met each of his thrusts with one of her own. Soon, their actions became frenzied as they tumbled towards completion. Duke held her so tight she was sure he’d be leaving bruises of his own and she didn’t mind one bit. As the pressure became too much, they tipped over the edge into orgasm together, shouting, screaming and moaning as they did.

Nicole felt like she’d had an outer body experience. Every part of her tingled and felt revived and new. Duke’s breath panted against her neck and his weight pinned her to the bed. She’d never been so content. She turned her head to bury her nose in his neck and breathe his sexy scent into her. It was perfect. She never wanted to move and she kept all her limbs wrapped around him to make it last as long as possible. After a second and third round they both fell into an exhausted sleep, tangled around each other.

In the morning Nicole woke to the sounds of Duke banging around in the bathroom. The man had an inability to shut any drawer or door quietly. She stretched her body that was deliciously sore after their night together. She felt floppy, sated and overwhelmingly happy. A smile spread across her face as she thought of enticing Duke into a repeat performance this morning. It fell when Duke came out of the bathroom fully dressed.

“Hey babe. Where you off to so early?”

“Morning, baby. Got some shit to do and didn’t wanna wake you. I’ll only be gone a few hours. I’ll be back before you know it.”

He leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before practically jogging to the door. Something wasn’t right. He seemed almost nervous which was not like him at all. But she knew not to ask too many questions, this was MC life after all. If he could tell her, he would. She dragged herself out of bed and took a shower. Everyday she’d been waited on hand and foot since the incident and today she was determined to change that and make everyone pancakes for breakfast. She dressed quickly in one of Duke’s shirts and her yoga pants but before she even got to the door it opened to reveal Slam with her regular toast and cereal. Guess her plan to cook for the brothers would have to wait until lunch.

“Hey Nic. Got your brekkie here for you. You gonna come eat with me?”

Slam didn’t seem himself either. He wasn’t talking to her, he was talking to her stomach that was hidden under the shirt. His eyes hadn’t shifted from there since he came in.

“Sure, you know I love our breakfast club.” She settled at the small table in the apartment kitchen. “What, no coffee this morning Slam? It’s not like you to forget my much needed morning caffeine.” She winked so he knew she was just teasing him but his face blushed in response. Why was everyone being weird today? “Slam, are you okay?”

She saw him take a deep, slow breath before responding, “I need to talk to you.”

“You know you can talk to me about anything. Go ahead.” She hoped that eased his mind because at the moment he looked like he was about to have a breakdown.

Her heart raced when she realised her Dad might be here to take her away. Is that why Duke ran out of here so quickly? He didn’t want to hear her pleas to stay. He didn’t even want to say goodbye. They still hadn’t talked about the future but she’d been so sure that he cared about her past a regular fuck friend. Maybe she’d been wrong all this time. Her heart broke slightly and tears filled her eyes. She realised Slam had said something and she hadn’t heard. She pulled herself together best she could and lifted her head to meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?” Backing herself for the worst she focused n his words.

“I think you’re pregnant.”

She laughed, relief bubbled up from her insides. This wasn’t about her Dad after all. Slam was playing tricks. She kept laughing and then realised he wasn’t. His face was a mask of seriousness. If this was a joke he was seriously committing to the bit.