Duncan (12 page)

“That was so not our fault,” Tessa argued.

Jared rolled his eyes as he bent over to place a kiss on the top of Pam’s head. “See ya, fatty.”

“Bye.” Pam smiled watching them leave before her eyes found Duncan’s.

“I can kick his ass for calling you that.” Duncan’s tone was serious, but his eyes held a smile.

“He’s not far off the mark.” Pam rubbed her stomach not taking her eyes off him.

“You are absolutely beautiful.” Duncan’s eyes roamed from her face down her body then back to her eyes.

A sudden urge to test herself came over her, not to mention how handsome he looked as he leaned casually against the table staring down at her. His stare burned her, but in a good way. Standing, she stepped up to him, both hands going to his t-shirt-covered chest. Her eyes didn’t leave his. She didn’t want to blink, afraid of losing his image and it being replaced with another that would terrify her. With slow movement, her fingers spread out feeling the power radiating off him; her hands made their way to his shoulders. Going up on her toes, she leaned forward placing a kiss on his neck. The only movement he made was to tilt his head slightly. Feeling braver, she kissed her way up his jawline as her one hand cupped his cheek. Stopping just a breath away from his lips, she moistened hers with her tongue. His groan was what she needed to hear, gave her courage to keep going.

Their lips met slow and sweet, tongues dancing at a slow tempo. Duncan finally moved, wrapping one strong arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him, her belly pressed against him. Feeling excited that she wasn’t terrified, Pam grabbed his neck pulling his mouth closer to hers. She couldn’t get enough of him. She felt a weird sort of freedom at not being terrified of this man’s hands on her, their mouths mashed together. Breaking away for a slight second, she breathed in deeply with a moan before going back for more.

******

Duncan fought to keep his control. All he wanted to do was lay this woman on the table and fuck her, but he wouldn’t do that. Not now. If he lost control and did what he wanted to do, he would lose her. She was too raw; it was too soon. Right now, she was testing the waters. He knew what she was doing and respected her for it. He needed to make sure she could trust him to stop if she’d had enough. It was the hardest thing he had ever done. Her sweet mouth played havoc with his as her body rubbed against him. He couldn’t hide the hardness between his legs that was totally out of his control.

He felt her hand going south, and as soon as it hit the waistband of his jeans, he caught it bringing it back to his face where he left her lips to kiss her palm then placed it on his shoulder before his lips went back to hers. He could feel her control slipping; to prove that point, her hand traveled the same path, and with a discipline he didn’t know he possessed, he stopped her hand again before she grabbed onto his rock hard cock.

Pulling his lips from her, he kissed her cheek his lips close to her ear. “Honey, we need to slow down.” He nuzzled her hair.

“No,” Pam moaned trying to take his lips again.

“Pam. Honey.” He tried to put distance between them, but she held on for dear life.

“You too!” Sid walked in just as Duncan pulled Pam off him. “Did you not read Sid’s Kitchen Law? I swear there is more screwing around in this kitchen than there is eating. Maybe I need to start charging by the hour. I can make serious cash flow off you guys.”

Duncan completely ignored Sid. His focus was on the different emotions playing across Pam’s face. The one of horror was the one he didn’t want to see, but it was there, chasing her from the room. “Pam!” he called out to her, but she didn’t stop. “Fuck!”

Sid stopped his grumbling. “What did I do now?”

“Nothing,” Duncan replied staring at the door wondering what to do. Should he go after her, or give her a minute. Dammit, he was in over his head. He, Duncan Roark, leader of the VC Warriors, was at a loss of what to do. Rubbing his hand down his face, he headed out the door. Even though he didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t a coward. He was going to face this head on.

******

Whore.
The evil voice from her past whispered through her head as she hurried down the hallway looking for her room.
No one is going to love you after I’m done with you.

Making it to her room, she slammed the door before slapping her hands over her ears. Catching her reflection in the small mirror above the dresser, she hissed at her reflection. “I’m not a whore.”

“Who the fuck called you a whore?” Duncan’s angry face appeared in the mirror behind her.

Pam jumped spinning around. “He did. He always called me a whore. He said no one would ever love me after he was done with me,” She whispered, anger mixed with fear shining from her eyes. “Is it true? Do I disgust you because of what he did to me? Is that why you stopped? You don’t want me?”

Surprised by her outburst, Duncan stepped back. “I have never wanted a woman more in my life. You have no idea what I wanted to do to you in that kitchen.”

“What did you want to do to me?” Pam stared up at him demanding to know. “I need to know, Duncan.”

Dare he tell her point blank? The look on her face told him the answer. She wanted to know how much he really wanted her. “I wanted to throw you across the table and fuck you,” Duncan growled.

Pam’s eyes widened as her head tilted.

“I’m sorry.” Duncan thought that by her expression, it wasn’t what he should have said.
Fuck!
“I shouldn’t have…”

“No.” Pam shook her head. “That’s what I needed to hear. I’m not frightened.”

“I don’t think I could take it if I ever saw fear in your eyes when you looked at me,” Duncan replied his voice deep. “That’s why I had to stop, Pam. I want you so much that I don’t think I can control myself once I’m with you. Making love to you the first time, may be my undoing, and I can’t ever hurt you.”

“I want you, Duncan.” Pam’s lip trembled. “As long as I see your face and hear your voice, I know I’ll be fine, but I want you so badly, I need you. Does that make me more messed up than I already am? Shouldn’t I not want to have sex with anyone?”

“No, it doesn’t.” He brushed the hair from her eyes. “It makes me respect you even more. You are a strong woman, Pam. I’ve always known that.”

“I’m so confused.” Her voice told him how much she hated the confused emotions she was having. “But wrong or right, I do want you.”

“There is nothing but right in that, babe,” he replied, and then looked down to touch her stomach. “I don’t want to hurt you or the baby. You sure we should?”

“We’ll be fine.” Pam smiled trying not to show how nervous she was. She wanted this and knew Duncan would help her through it. “Please kiss me.”

Duncan groaned smashing his mouth against hers. “If you need to stop, we will stop.” He kissed down her neck. “I swear to you, I
will
stop.”

If she didn’t love this man before, she did now. She felt his hands moving over her body. A few times, she opened her eyes to see his face, and that was all she needed. Soon her thoughts only belonged to him, and again she felt free. Not even when he unbuttoned her shirt and was pulling it down off her shoulders did she feel fear. She felt free…she felt loved…she felt him pulling away.

“No, I’m fine.” She reached up to pull him back to her. “Please, don’t stop. I didn’t say stop.”

“Pam.” Duncan couldn’t help but laugh. “Honey, someone’s knocking on the door,” he whispered, pulling her shirt up, helping her button it.

“Who is it?” Pam whispered, feeling disappointed.

“I don’t know, but I may kill them.” He winked at her when she giggled. Duncan double checked to make sure Pam was covered before opening the door. He couldn’t resist leaning over and kissing her one more time.

Sid stood on the other side when Duncan opened it. “What the hell do you want?”

“Well, if you checked your damn phone, you’d know that Sloan wants you in his office pronto.” Sid frowned. “So since you don’t answer your damn phone, I have to be the fucking messenger.”

“Tell him I’ll talk to him in the morning.” Duncan went to close the door, but Sid stuck his foot out stopping him.

“Uhm no.” Sid walked into the room. “I’m not telling him that. You tell him that. I’m not your bitch because obviously I’m his. I will keep the pregnant one company while you go see what grump ass wants.”

“Go ahead, Duncan.” Pam smiled nodding to the door. “I need to get to know Sid better anyway.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Duncan glared at Sid in warning before kissing Pam on the cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

“So you really like the boss man, huh?” Sid asked when Duncan had left. He sat down in the only chair in the room, grabbing the remote.

“Yeah, I do.” Pam sat on the bed. “What about you?”

“He’s okay…for an asshole.” Sid smiled flipping through channels.

Chapter 13

Duncan walked into Sloan’s office without knocking. He wanted to get this over quickly so he could get back to Pam.

“What’s so important you needed to see me right away?” Duncan stood in front of Sloan’s desk. He didn’t even want to get comfortable by taking a seat.

“I just got a call from Pete.” Sloan tossed his pen on the desk. “Sheriff Bowman’s murderer turned himself in.”

A bad feeling crept over Duncan. “I take it that someone is not Kenny Lawrence.”

“Bingo,” Sloan growled. “You know I always hated that fucking dog, now I know why.”

“That is bullshit.” Duncan slammed his hands on Sloan’s desk. “We know he did it. We watched him do it. Everyone in that fucking bar is a witness.”

“It’s a done deal, Duncan.” Sloan cursed. “Kenny Lawrence turned in a half-breed by the name of Ray Jones.”

“How in the hell is that a done deal,” Duncan shouted. “He’s a lying sack of shit.”

“The half-breed confessed to it all.”

“Fuck!”

“Detective Ferguson has dropped everything against Kenny. He’s a free man. Supposedly, he and Ferguson set up a deal before the bastard turned in the half-breed.” Sloan frowned. “That’s not all.”

“As if that’s not bad enough,” Duncan growled.

“Kenny has taken out a restraining order against the VC Warriors.”

“He’s a dead man,” Duncan warned Sloan. “I swear to God if he comes close to her, I will kill him.”

“And that’s exactly what he wants. The more Warriors he can get out of the way, the easier he can get to her and the baby.”

“Well that will be hard for him to do once he’s dead.” Duncan had never felt such rage. To even think of that son of a bitch getting near Pam had Duncan wanting to kill something, and he was usually the calm one.

“He’s smarter than that.” Sloan rubbed his eyes. “As much as I hate to admit it, he pulled one over on us, but the thing he hasn’t counted on, is us being a hell of a lot smarter than him.”

“Ferguson has his hand in this,” Duncan grunted, his mind going a mile a minute. “Did Pete say what kind of deal they made?”

Sloan just shook his head. “Pete is trying to find out what he can.”

“We owe that cop a lot,” Duncan replied.

“Keep her close, Duncan. Don’t let her out of your sight,” Sloan ordered as if he had to give those orders. “He’s going to try to do this the legal way and get custody of the baby. I’d bet my ass on it. So we have to be a step ahead. The son of a bitch has bit off way more than he can chew.”

“Swear to me if anything happens to me, the bastard never gets close to Pam or the baby.” Duncan had never been more serious in his life.

“Nothing is going to happen to you, but yeah, I swear to you they will be taken care of,” Sloan swore with a nod sealing the deal.

“Does everyone else know?” Duncan asked, walking away from the desk.

“Not yet. I wanted you to be the first, but I’ll take care of them. You take care of Pam.” Sloan stared at the door as his friend and fellow Warrior walked out. He hated having his Warriors look the fool. Picking up his desk phone, he slammed it down twice before setting it back down nice and easy. Detective Ferguson had no clue who he was fucking with, but he was about to find out.

*****

Pam decided she really liked the smart mouthed Sid Sinclair. He was charming in a funny, in your face kind of way, and had her laughing nonstop since Duncan had left.

“Okay, not much on TV tonight.” Sid kept flicking through the channels.

“It doesn’t matter to me.” Pam stood to go to the restroom. “I never watch much TV anyway.”

“You have got to be kidding me. Airplane Repo? How the hell do you repo an airplane.” Hearing Pam moan he flipped to the next channel.

“Okay, I’ll find something else. How about When Fish Attack 2?” When Pam moaned louder, Sid glanced over at her ready to hand her the remote. “Here you find something.”

Seeing Pam bent over holding her stomach had him throwing the remote as he jumped from the chair. “Pam! What’s wrong? What is it?”

Pam bit her lip as she tried to straighten up. “Just had a small pain.”

“Small pain, my ass.” He looked at her pale face. “Let me get Duncan.”

“No, wait.” Pam grabbed his arm straightening all the way up. “Don’t leave me, please.”

Sid looked torn with wanting to go for help, but not wanting to upset her more. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just let me go to the bathroom.” Pam took two steps before stumbling into the wall with a moan as pain gripped her stomach again.

Sid was there in a flash. Carefully he picked her up and headed for the door. “Where’s the doc’s new office?”

“I don’t know.” Pam held onto her stomach, her face pale as she broke into a sweat. “I’m scared, Sid.”

By the look on Sid’s face, that made two of them, but he didn’t say it. Going as fast as he could without jarring her, he went down the end of one hallway kicking doors in. “God damn, where is it?” he cursed. “Who the hell designed this place? Whoever it was needs their ass kicked.”

“Try that way.” Pam held on trying to stay still, but another pain hit. “Oh, God.” She clinched her jaw.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Sid went faster. “Don’t you dare have that baby yet!”

“I seriously don’t think it’s up to me,” Pam replied unclenching her jaw as the pain faded.