OWNED & UNTAMED (Back Down Devil MC #11) - London Casey Page 0,51
seconds but I was awake for minutes.
And there was one single thought in my mind.
I fucking love her… I love Belle…
chapter twenty-one.
(belle)
It had to be nothing but a wild dream, right? I mean, standing on the deck, watching two grown men throwing firecrackers around like they were ten years old… like it was the first time they were left home alone by their parents… yet they were two grown men, drinking beer, telling jokes, making fun of each other, having the time of their life together.
That’s the way I came to know and fall in love with Duke to begin with. The guy that was always at the house. The guy that picked on me for my braces, first pimple, bad haircuts and outfits. The guy that also helped me out of so many bad situations. The guy that made my brother feel whole again after our mother died. The guy that was supposed to be mine for the rest of my life.
The guy that left and never came back.
But he was back.
He was…
I rolled over and popped up.
“Not in my bed,” I whispered.
Duke was gone.
Gone?
I touched the sheets. I grabbed the pillow and pulled it to my face. I took a deep breath and picked up the musky scent of him. All man. The leather, the motorcycle, the beer, smoke, and that lingering scent of sweat and sex. It was all there.
So I hadn’t been dreaming at all.
I knew things were far from okay as I tore the covers off my body. Whatever was happening with Jim and Duke’s motorcycle club, it wasn’t going to just go away in a day. Not to mention the stuff between me and Jim personally.
All that slipped away when I saw the shirt and leather cut on the floor.
Duke’s shirt and leather cut.
Then I heard the whir of a saw or something right outside my window.
I rushed to the window and was able to see some of the yard but not all of it. I strained my head a little and saw what looked like wood chips flying up in the air.
What the hell?
I rushed out of the bedroom and down the steps. I turned and hustled down the hallway and into the kitchen. I got to the sink and leaned over, moving up to my tip toes. Standing right outside my house was Duke. Shirtless. Holding a chainsaw. I watched as he lifted it up into the air. The motor whirring and growling for more action. His back muscles flexed, looking like he was built from beautiful stone. He then put the chainsaw to the fallen tree I had been complaining to Jim about since it fell.
The chainsaw ate through the tree limb and popped off. Duke put the chainsaw down and grabbed the limb. When he turned, I finally got a good look at those biceps in action - other than tossing me around between the sheets.
He was fucking huge and he was fucking gorgeous.
He tossed the limb into a pile with the others.
The tree had a good few chunks already missing from it.
Duke went right back to work, making the chainsaw scream as its teeth ate through another thick branch.
I stood there, my panties soaking wet from the sight of his sweat and muscle. He moved fast, efficient, and the more the minutes ticked by the more his body glistened and the more the veins in his arms and hands showed.
I was gripping the edge of the sink. My toes were all tingly, going numb.
For a split second I thought about touching myself. That was just how good Duke looked and what he did to me.
I was glad I didn’t though.
A few seconds later I heard someone clear their throat.
I turned, expecting to see my brother.
It wasn’t.
It was the second biggest man I’d ever seen in my life… wearing a leather cut… a gun in his hand.
**
“Where do you keep the sugar?” the giant man asked me.
I was frozen. Behind me I heard the sound of the chainsaw again. I knew if I screamed, Duke wouldn't hear me. And if I tried to move, the guy would probably shoot me.
“I think I found it!” another voice yelled.
I turned my head and another biker was in my kitchen! He wasn’t bigger than the first one, about the same exact size as Duke. He reached up into my cabinet and pulled out a box of sugar packets.