Page 11 of Baby Duke

He waves us on and we are moving onto the car park full of expensive sports cars and convertibles.

"It's like a freaking car show in here," I say, spying a gorgeous midnight blue Mustang. "I'm about to cum," I moan.

Trent laughs, but I don't miss him quickly adjusting his pants at my bedroom noises.

I smirk and grab my bag as Trent pulls to a stop.

Trent keys off the engine and reaches for his own backpack behind his seat. "You want help finding the office? A quick tour?"

"That would be great," I smile. "Thanks, Trent."

I meet him by the bonnet, slinging my bag over my shoulders. My skirt rises as I shove my arms through the straps and I am quick to give it a tug back down. Stupid stripper skirt.

"Does the school not have other clothing options for the girls? I can almost feel some old pervert shoving a twenty down my waistband."

Trent snorts. "You're worth a fifty at the very least," he jokes, nudging me in the ribs with his elbow.

"I honestly don't know if I should be slapping you or giving you a lap dance right now," I reply.

Trent's laughter is music to my ears. I could already see a tight friendship forming between us, maybe even more. He is hot and funny, and I am, well, me. It could work… maybe. My stomach tightens at the thought of being in an actual relationship. Yeah, I have fucked around, but I've never had that special someone who set my heart off like an epic bass.

Deep in my fantasies, I don't notice Trent's laughter cutting off suddenly, and I turn and smack straight into a solid chest.

I gasp, an apology on my tongue as my eyes slowly take in the exquisite body my own just collided with; thoughts of how I would enjoy colliding with it in totally different circumstances, like on a bed or against a wall, cloud my mind. My eyes reach those luscious lips, and dread stirs in my stomach with reluctant recognition. When my eyes finally land on his, hard and pristine blue, like a tropicalbeach, my apology turns sour in my mouth, and my tongue twists it into new words.

West

The moment that curvy little body collides with mine, my cock turns to steel. My body urges me to slip my arms around her slim waist, turn her around, bend her over the closest car, flip her skirt over her hips, and fuck her tight little pussy until the only word she knows is my name.

But my head knew better. My arms remain by my sides, hands clenched in furious fists, as her pretty eyes rise to meet mine.

Her scowl is adorable. Fierce; in a house-cat kind of way. And then she goes and opens her mouth and turns full tigress.

"Humph! Apparently, I didn't wear enough asshole repellent today," she scoffs.

Standing this close to her, I can smell the pungent stench of marijuana on her breath.

Mother fucker.

Ignoring Roes' insolence, I round on Trent. The guilty fucker has his hands raised in surrender as he takes a couple of steps back. Sure, he is the picture of a disciplined boy, but I know this fucker's true identity.

"Really, Williams? It isn't even 9, and you're already high as a fucking kite? Worse still, you dragged Roe into your shit?" I growl.

Trent opens his mouth to reply, but the little fire cat cuts in, spittle practically flying from her pretty lips.

"Fucking excuse me? Nobody makes me do shit, Mr. Duke!" she spits. She pronounces it doo-KUH, and my lip curls in disgust at her lack of respect. "Besides, he must have known I would be putting up with your tyranny theliteralminute we stepped out of the car. You should be thanking him for taming my inner demoness."

"Thisis you tame?" I scoff. "What are you doing with this fucking pervert anyway? Did you know he is a child molester?"

Roe gives Trent a dubious look but doesn't step away.

"Oh, please," she says, "I have known Katie for barely 12 hours, but I know she would not hook me up with a fucking child molester. She is cotton candy on a stick."

Is she hooking up with this mother fucker now? I am instantly furious and ready to shove Roe out of my way topummel this piece of shit when a tiny brunette blur cuts between us.

"Oh, I love you already!" she wraps her arms around Roe, who instantly tenses. Not a hugger. Good to know. "Anyone who can stand up to a Duke is a friend of mine! I'm Easterly, but everyone calls me East. This jackass is my brother."

East glares at me over her shoulder, the little witch. But she ismylittle witch, and nobody touches her.

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