Duke (Aces MC Series Book 2) (8 page)

Duke pulled out of me and I felt a pinch between my legs.
I’d become weak and my legs had turned to jelly that I stumbled slightly.
“Hold on, I’ve got you.” Duke took my hand off the wall and quickly placed it
on his shoulder as he bent down to pull up his jeans. When he was concealed he
eased me over to the black sofa that I hadn’t seen on entering the room.
Looking around I could see that this was one of the private rooms, where I
assumed the punters received their extras. The realisation hit me and I started
to feel uneasy.
Just how many times had Duke received extra’s in one of
these rooms?
I didn’t like where my thoughts were heading so I pushed them
to the back of my mind.
My breathing had now returned to normal and I started to fidget under the
scrutiny of Duke’s stare. I could feel myself flush and folded my arms across
my chest as to offer some imaginative protection. I was usually such a confident
person but Duke made me experience things I didn’t know were possible.
Duke scratched his unshaven chin, “What you thinking about?” He asked still
assessing me closely.
I let out a loud breath that I didn’t know I was holding. “You!” I screeched,
“That’s what I’m thinking about.”
His facial expression didn’t change as he continued to watch me get comfortable
on the sofa.
“You turn up at my place and shag me, not just once but twice. I thought we had
some kind of connection but I was obviously wrong because you left like a thief
in the night. I then don’t hear from you for the rest of the week and turn up
here this evening to find you draped over several women. You ignore me and get
the hump because I’m having a laugh with Savannah, your friend by the way, you
then get annoyed when a man shows an interest in me. You bring me to this room
and shag me again, which was fantastic by the way and then have the nerve to ask
me what
I’m
thinking about!”

By the time I’d stopped ranting, I was standing and had now
started to pace the room because I was so agitated. I looked at Duke to see a
smug grin on his face. I stood still with my hands on my hips, “What are
you
now thinking about?” I asked throwing his words back at him.
Duke grinned, “It was fantastic, was it?”
“Out of everything I’ve just said, that’s the one thing you pick up on!”
He continued to grin shaking his head slightly, “Look Ash, I’m gonna lay it on
the line and tell you how it is.”
Duke had sparked my interest so I sat down beside him genuinely interested in
what he had to say.
“I like you and enjoy your company.”
His statement took me by surprise but I wanted him to continue, so I sat there
encouraging him to tell me more.
“You amuse me with your smart mouth, you make me fucking horny and to top it
all off, you’re a fucking good shag.”
He could be so crude but his dirty mouth turned me on and I could feel the
tingling between my legs again. I tried to cross them discreetly and gently squeezed
them tightly trying to supress the feeling. Duke saw my discomfort and
sniggered before placing his hand on my bare thigh.
“I don’t do relationships, my life’s too difficult but if you want to have some
fun I’m happy to oblige.” He stated moving his eyebrows up and down
suggestively with a huge grin on that beautiful face of his.
How was I to refuse an offer like that?
I didn’t have time for a
relationship either as I was trying to put every effort into the business but a
little fun wouldn’t hurt! I think I could deal with that but I couldn’t share.
If all he was offering was no strings, that’s fine but I didn’t want him
shagging everything that moved.
He must have seen my reticence and squeezed my thigh slightly, “What’s up?”
I glanced at him to see what looked like concern on his face but Duke was a
hard man to read and constantly blew hot and cold, that I didn’t know what he
was thinking most of the time.
“I like fun as much as the next person but I’m not sharing. If you want to see
me again, however casual that maybe, it’s exclusive and that’s non-negotiable.”
He stopped rubbing my thigh and the cocky grin soon left his face. His silence
spoke a thousand words and I started to nod my head understanding what I needed
to do. I removed his hand from my thigh and stood adjusting my dress. I turned
to address him and could see the anguish on his face but I wasn’t backing down,
I don’t play games.
“I just wanted to say thank you Duke, It’s been a pleasurable week.” I winked
and then quickly turned, walking seductively out of the room before I changed
my mind.

As I reached the corridor, I rested my back against the wall
to compose myself, letting out a loud sigh that I hoped Duke didn’t hear.
“Taylor, I’ve been looking for you all over. Is everything okay?” Savannah
asked concerned.
I smiled briefly as I pushed off the wall, “Yeah, I think so.”

Diesel

What a fucking evening. It was usually me that had a shit
attack not Duke. I sat at the bar having one last drink before I headed home to
Ink, hoping that she’d still be awake when I returned, I had plans for her this
evening. I had to adjust my cock slightly as dirty thoughts invaded my mind. I
glanced up to see Taylor at the corner of my eye hugging Savannah before
leaving the club. Ah shit!
If Taylor was leaving on her own, where the fuck
was Duke?

I walked casually to the private rooms at the back of the
club to find Yasmin stripping seductively for Duke.
I don’t know why she
does it?
Everyone knew she was fair game and she was only prolonging the
inevitable. It was sad really because she was so desperate to be liked but no
one would ever take her as an old lady.
“Yasmin fuck off! You’re like a fucking bad smell that always lingers.”
Duke burst out laughing as she spun round quickly on her heels with a shocked
expression.
She gathered her clothes quickly before stomping out of the room. I stood there
quietly with my hands in my pockets, swaying back and forth waiting for him to
talk.
“What?” he asked with a blank expression.
“I’ve just seen Taylor leave. Is everything okay?” It was hard approaching a situation
like this. Men didn’t have this type of conversation usually but I was worried
about him, he always bottled things up and had done more so since the death of
Viper but I knew that I’d be the one to deal with the aftermath once he
exploded.
“She wants to be exclusive.” He started to laugh. “Fucking exclusive! Who the
fuck does she think she is?”
I shook my head and let out a loud sigh. “Do you like her?” he wouldn’t admit
it even if he did.
“Does she have a pussy?”
I was getting nowhere with him, he was fucking shit faced. “Okay, deny it as
much as you like. I’m going home to my old lady.”

Amy

I stood with my hands on my hips, “I said that I wasn’t
doing this again!”
Ethan, Caleb and Connor stood there laughing at me acting like a petulant
child.
Why did they always call me when Mitchell was acting an arse? I
wasn’t his mother or girlfriend so why was it my responsibility?
“I’m not his only confidant, you could’ve called Savannah!”
“Amy, you know you’re the only one that can win him around. If any of us go in
there he’ll flip his lid.”
I scowled at Ethan, “You can try and sugar coat this as much as you like, this
is the last time!” I shrieked as I left the bar to the sound of sniggering.

I didn’t knock, there was no point plus I’d seen it all
before. I took a deep breath before opening the door. The room was hot and
musky and I found it difficult to see as the curtains were still drawn. I
gingerly made my way around the bed and pulled back the curtains to let in the
light.
I turned slowly bracing myself for the onslaught that was sure to follow but
instead Mitchell greeted me with a huge smile, looking totally relaxed with his
arms tucked beneath his head.
“Morning Ames, what do I owe this pleasure?” I stood there assessing the
situation, something wasn’t right, he was far too calm.
I looked from his head, down the length of his covered body until I saw
something bobbing up and down around the same position as his waist.
I could feel my face redden as I was embarrassed catching him in the act. I was
gonna kill the guys for not telling me he had company. As I stood there in my
building discomfort, my phone started to vibrate which pulled me from the show
in front of me
. I hope Taylor didn’t get the hump with me for barging in on
them?
I looked at my phone. “What the fuck!” Taylor was calling me. She was a
clever girl but even I doubted that she could give a blow job and make a phone
call all at the same time. I ended the call, turning my phone to silent before
putting it back into my pocket.
My phone had now spiked Mitchell’s interest and he looked at me questioningly,
getting up slightly to lean on his elbows. I stalked over to the bed before
ripping the covers back to reveal a naked Yasmin sucking on Mitchell’s cock
like a lolly.
“You fucking skanky whore!”
I threw the covers on the floor as she continued to suck him dry, either oblivious
to what was going on or she just didn’t care.
“Can you stop sucking his cock?” I shrieked.
Yasmin moved her eyes lazily in my direction so that she could see me but continued
her onslaught much to Mitchell’s amusement.
I glared at him, “Well I’m glad you find this amusing.” I grabbed her by the
hair, which must have made her clamp down on Mitchell’s dick as he let out a
loud cry of pain, doubling over cupping himself.
I dragged her off the bed with a fud by her cheap extensions.
“You’re hurting me Amy.” Yasmin screamed as she put both hands over mine at the
roots of her hair trying to release my fingers. She scrambled around and
finally managed to get to her feet as I dragged her up the corridor towards the
bar.

I threw her to the ground, seeing the shocked faces of the
guys.
“This is the reason that Mitchell’s late for church.” I searched for Ethan
among the throngs of people and saw James. Shit! He’ll think I’m a fucking lunatic
but I was so annoyed I didn’t really give a shit. “Even with a broken nose she
manages to suck cock. How the fucking hell she managed to breathe is beyond
me.” I slammed the door stalking back to Mitchell’s room to the wail of
laughter behind me.

“What the fuck Ames, she nearly bit
my dick off!” He was lying in the foetal position holding his cock. “Is it
bleeding?” I asked trying to sound sincere.
Mitchell shook his head and pulled the cover up slightly, covering his modesty.
“It would’ve served you right for being such an arse. What are you playing at
Mitch?” I lowered myself perching on the corner of the bed. “This is
déjà vu!”
Mitchell straightened slightly so he was now lying on his back as he held out
his arm for me to join him. I noticed that he was still cupping himself with
his other hand which made me snigger.
“Is it clean?” I asked screwing up my nose at the thought of bodily fluids on
the sheets.
Mitchell raised his eyebrows, “Stop your bitching and get over here.” 
I smirked as I crawled over the sheets and snuggled into Mitchell’s embrace.
We laid in comfortable silence. I’d known Mitch for years, our families were
close when we were younger which meant spending copious amounts of time
together. I remember spending many evenings like this through my adolescence,
after having an argument with my dad or just needing some time away and because
of this, Mitch understood every aspect of my life and had been there to support
me.
Our nine year age difference made our relationship problematic at times as
people always thought something was going on which made it sometimes difficult
for Mitchell. People just couldn’t understand that a male and female could
actually have a platonic relationship. In fact, I was as close to Mitchell as I
am my own brother and because of this I would do anything to support him.
We drifted apart when he became heavily involved in the Aces but I was over the
moon when he asked me to run the cafe a couple of years ago. I was going
through a rough patch at the time and had lost my direction but he gave me the
focus I needed to get my life on track and I will always be extremely grateful.

“I’ve
fucked up Ames!” Mitch stated as he grabbed the bridge of his nose.
I rose slightly leaning on my arm so that I could see him a little better.
“Tell me everything and I’ll see if I can help.” I wasn’t a councillor but he
needed to express his feelings in order to find a solution and move on. The
thing being, everyone knew that he had a lot going on but he needed to find a
coping mechanism to help him release his pent up frustrations, rather than
trying to deal with the weight of the club’s problems by himself. On top of all
that, I knew that he was fighting with his urges for Taylor.
“I told Ash that I like her but I don’t do relationships. I asked if we could
hang out and have some fun.”
I pondered on what he’d just told me, “So I’m assuming your definition of ‘fun’
is sex?”
Mitchell slowly nodded with a huge grin.
“Why don’t you do relationships?” There was a long pause but I didn’t push him,
I wanted an honest answer. For years he’d diverted answering this question and
I was now waiting with bated breath.
“Ames, you remember what type of relationship my parents had. They portrayed
this persona to everyone but behind closed doors they hated each other. His
life was the club and she tagged along. Now and then she’d get brave and pull
him up on his shit but he knocked her into submission if she got too much.”
I nodded remembering the occasional fights I’d witnessed on the visits to their
home.
“But you’re not your dad. You are a kind, loving and an extremely loyal man,
who has so much to give. You can’t bed hop for the rest of your life Mitch.” I
placed my hand gently on his cheek, pulling his head towards me, “Before you
know it, you’ll be fifty or sixty years old and everyone around you will be
married with kids. Then what are you gonna do? Still visit strippers, who will
be young enough to be your granddaughters!” Mitchell let out a chuckle.
“So what’s this got to do with Taylor?” I asked genuinely interested. Taylor
was well educated, beautiful and had her own business. They seemed to get on
well and there was obviously some sexual chemistry between them. I just didn’t
understand his reticence.
Mitchell let out a sigh, “Taylor’s great and that’s the issue,” my puzzled
expression encouraged him to continue, “She’s too good for me Ames. I know it’s
fucking early days and I’ll sound like a complete cock but Taylor’s the sort of
woman that likes to be wined and dined. Eventually she’ll want to live in a big
house with her husband and 2.4 children. That’s not a life I know so there’s no
point even pursuing anything.”
“Why can’t it be your life? You have money. You don’t have to live here you
choose to, there’s a difference. You obviously have a connection so I don’t see
why you wouldn’t want to pursue it, to see where it goes.”
“You just don’t understand Ames. She doesn’t belong in the club, we’re from two
different worlds.” He smirked, “It’s a shame though, coz she’s a fucking good
shag!”
It was no use, he wasn’t listening to what I was saying. When we were younger I
used to wrestle him to get his attention but could only win if I got into him
fast.
I moved quickly so that I was straddling him, pinning him as I placed his hands
either side of his head. I took him by surprise so was able to get into him but
it wouldn’t last long, it never did! He was huge in comparison to my frame and
only had to move slightly to topple me but hopefully I was proving my point. He
started to laugh uncontrollably as tears streamed down his face.
“Right, now I have your attention you need to listen. Taylor is a grown woman,
don’t you think she’s able to make a decision whether she wants to be involved
with you or not?” I removed my hands from his arms and started to tickle him as
he continued to laugh.
“Yes, you’re right, stop it Ames, I mean it!” I wasn’t listening to him as I
continued to dig my fingers further into his sides.
“Let it take its natural course, if it doesn’t work out at least you’ve given
it a go with no regrets.”
Mitchell quickly flipped me so that I was now lying on my back and was totally
immobilised by his weight. We had the cover between us but his bare arse was now
on show for the world to see.
“Why can’t I just fancy you Ames? It would make life a whole lot easier!”
I poked him in the chest, “No it wouldn’t because I wouldn’t put up with any of
your shit!”
We stopped talking at the sound of someone at the open door. Both of us turned
to see who it was. “Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.” James said almost
embarrassed but hurt clearly visible on his face. He backed away from the door
and turned quickly stalking down the corridor.
“Shit!” I pushed Mitchell off me and got up straightening my clothes.
“Are you gonna run after him?” Mitchell asked intrigued by my reaction.
I paced back and forth and started to chew on my nails, not knowing what to do.
“Now it’s your turn to give me some advice.” I stopped pacing but folded my arms
waiting for him to respond.
“By his reaction, I’d say that you’ve just hurt his feelings either because
there is something going on between you two or he want’s something to happen.”
I didn’t want to go into details at this moment in time so I kept quiet, “And I
assume by your silence I’m correct.” I raised my eyebrows slightly as he
chuckled.
“Look Ames, you have two options. You can either run after James and explain
the situation but that would make a man think that you’re interested in him.
You don’t want to give off mixed signals so make sure you know what you want
before running into his arms. Or you can stay, let him stew and play it cool
either pursuing him at a later date or continue as friends.”
I started to laugh, “If only you’d listen to your own advice.” The tears
started to trickle down my face as I continued to laugh trying to catch my
breath.
“Ahem!” I turned to see an irate Ethan at the door which made me laugh even
harder. Ethan shook his head at the sight in front of him, “Duke are you coming
to church or do you want me to start?”
I pushed past Ethan, “My job here is done, he’s all yours.” I stated as I walked
down the corridor. “Ames!” I turned to see Mitch, “Remember what I said. Make
sure it’s what you want.”
I contemplated his words, “Right back at ya!”

Duke

“Justice
has been looking at possible business opportunities in the area. He’s also
identified some businesses that are failing and could possibly be turned around
with the right person managing them. There’s a club and a bookies that I’m
particularly interested in.” I passed the lists around so that everyone had a
copy, “Take a look over the next couple of days and we’ll discuss this later in
the week.” I flicked through the pieces of paper, “Next on the agenda is
Hound’s and Maggie’s twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.” Whoops and cheers followed
by the guys banging on the table filled the room at their excitement.
“Alright, calm it down. The blessing will take place in the courtyard followed
by an almighty party. Is everything under control Hound?”
He leant back on his chair resting his hands behind his head. “Maggie has it
all covered apart from one thing.” The room went eerily quiet and I looked
around at the guys but none of them would make eye contact.
“What the fucks going on Hound?”
He tapped on the table as if he was building up the courage to ask me a
question, “Spit it out!” I shouted.
“Maggie would like Taylor to do her hair and make-up. Is it okay to ask her?”
Fucking hell, I must be a loose cannon at the moment if the guys were worried
about asking me a simple question regarding Ash.
“Why wouldn’t it be okay?” I said coldly leaning on the table as the guys
continued to be quiet.
“For fuck’s sake Duke stop being an arsehole. You know you’ve been acting like
a cock regarding Taylor.” I looked to my left glaring at Diesel as he sat
casually in his chair.
“Like you weren’t a cock regarding Ink?” I stated resting my chin on my
steepled fingers.
“Yeah, I was but I saw the error of my way’s and did something about it. I couldn’t
live without her now and I’m not afraid to tell anyone that will listen.”
“Right I think we should move to the next thing on the agenda before this gets
out of hand.” Bear was trying to defuse the situation which I appreciated but I
was spoiling for a fight.
“What I do or don’t do in my personal life has nothing to do with you or anyone
else unless it affects the club. Do I make myself fucking clear?” The guys
nodded their heads in unison. I looked directly at Hound, “She can do your
fucking make up. This meeting’s over.” I stood knocking the chair to the ground
as I stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
Ramsey stopped cleaning the tables and looked up at the noise. “Are you okay
Pres?” he asked concerned.
I continued walking, “No one is to contact me unless it’s an emergency, am I
making myself clear?” He nodded franticly understanding the order.
There was someone I needed to talk to.