CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Reese
Duke returned several hours later and he didn’t seem to be in a great mood. “You okay?” I asked.
He sighed and sat down on the bed. “Yeah, I’m just tired, and frustrated.”
“What’s got you so frustrated?”
He grunted. “Club business. Sorry, baby.” I really hated it when he said that. They all did it. Like us women were too stupid to figure out what was going on by ourselves.
“So, this has nothing to do with the fact that your wife’s sister kidnapped our son and you don’t know why? Or that you also don’t know who was sending me the letters or who ran me off the road?” I asked, with one eyebrow arched.
“Should’ve known you’d figure out what was going on without me telling you,” he grumbled.
“What can I do to help?” I asked, moving to straddle his lap and circle my arms around his neck.
He placed a soft kiss on my cheek and pulled me closer to him. “Nothing, sugar. Just keep to the clubhouse and stay out of trouble until we’ve got this sorted. Need you and my boy safe.”
“I can do that,” I promised. “You sure there’s nothing else I can do?” I asked as I kissed along his jawline and rocked my hips against him.
His hands gripped my hips and held me in place. “Where’s James?”
“Spending some time with his Aunt Harper and Uncle Carbon,” I said, straining to get closer to him.
Duke growled and reversed our positions, coming down on top of me on the bed. He yanked my shirt up and pulled the cups of my bra down. “Fuck, Reese, I love your tits,” he said while palming and squeezing both globes with his hands.
“And you have the prettiest pink nipples,” he added while rolling each hardened peak between his fingers.
I arched my back and moaned, “Duke.”
He grabbed my wrists and raised them above my head, holding both in place with one hand. Grinning down at me, he asked, “Can you keep them above your head on your own?”
Well, of course I could, but who would want to? I smirked. “I can, but I probably won’t.”
His grin grew even wider. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He unbuckled his belt and pulled it from his jeans. Leaning forward, he wrapped the belt around both wrists and secured it to the headboard.
Once he was satisfied with his makeshift restraint, he quickly stripped us both and climbed back onto the bed on his knees beside my head. Taking his cock in his hand, he stroked it a few times before he said, “Open.”
I readily complied and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. “Fuck,” he hissed. I sucked harder and lifted my head to take as much of him as I could. I repeatedly pulled back and moved forward, at a slow pace, just to tease him.
“That’s not going to work, sugar.” He moved to the end of the bed and climbed up between my legs. “Let’s see how you like being teased.” With that, he latched onto my clit and started sucking. He would bring me to the brink of release and stop. He did this three times before I lost my patience.
I writhed on the bed, yanking against my restraints and raising my hips in a futile attempt to get closer to him. He grinned up at me. “What is it, baby?”
“You know damn well what it is! Stop fucking with me and let me come.”
“You want me to stop fucking with you?”
“Yes! I mean, no. Damn it, Duke. I want you to fuck me.”
“Well, all you had to do was say so, sugar.” He climbed up my body and lined himself up at my entrance. “You want it hard or soft, sugar?”
“Show me what you got, biker boy.”
He plunged into me with one thrust and proceeded to fuck me with a ferocity I didn’t know he was capable of. I seriously began to worry about the integrity of his mattress. That thought quickly vanished when he flipped me over, pulled my hips up, and pushed into me from behind.
From this new angle, he was hitting that spot deep inside of me that would send me over the edge in a matter of seconds. “Oh, Duke, I’m going to come.”
