Page 30 of Baby Duke

West grunts. He whistles, and Captain Floof jumps past him and into the Mustang, making himself at home on the pristine leather passenger seat.Traitor!West lowers himself in next, closes the door, and looks me over.

"Get in," he demands.

"Excuse me?"

He rolls his eyes. "I said, get in. You want a ride to school or not?"

Captain Floof is watching me from the passenger seat, tongue lolling and tail lazily flapping.

I clear my throat. "Trent is picking me up." I mean,I thinkhe is picking me up. I haven't heard from him sinceyesterday when he abandoned me in the car park for the Dukes' to play with. Oh boy, did I have words for him.

"He's not," West says, hitching an eyebrow up. "I was coming to get you this morning anyway. Chaos just happened to be an unexpected side effect."

I scowl and look at my feet, considering my options. I could call Trent, and tell him there had been a change in plans and that I would, in fact, be needing a ride. I could call East, but no doubt her driver is under strict instructions from West to decline my request. An Uber was an option, but how long would it take for one to reach Double Bay? Because hell no would there be a local Uber driver. I am loathe to ask Mr. and Mrs. Deeptol. They have jobs enough as it is.

Captain Floof lets out a deep woof, and my eyes shoot up. He has moved into the back seat and is staring at me like, 'What are you doing? Just get in the car so I can lick your face.’

I can't help but smile at the big dufus. "Ah, fuck it." I grab my bag and race around the car, trailing my fingers along the deep blue hood. Cars weresonot my thing, but I knew what a handsome car looked like, and this was it.

West

My cock has been painfully hard since yesterday. I could almost still smell her sweet pussy juices on my fingers. Hell, the sweet and spicy scent that is allheris cloying at my senses as she sits beside me in the car.

Frustrated, both sexually and not, I slam my foot down on the accelerator before she has buckled her seatbelt. She shrieks, arms pinwheeling to grab onto something solid as if her fucking life depends on it. One of those solid somethings being my upper arm. I tense impossibly more as her fingers dig sharply into my muscles. How I craved to have her gripping me exactly like this, but from beneath me with my cock deep inside her cunt and my name on her lips.

Fuck!

Roe hastily removes her hand, muttering something aboutimpatient assholes. With her seatbelt finally clicked in, she relaxed back into her seat, eyes roaming over the interior of my Mustang, subconsciously nodding with approval.

Coming to the end of the driveway, I take a quick peek and see that the road is empty before putting my foot down again and skidding onto the road.

"Fuck ya!" Roe screams, gripping the 'oh shit' handle. "Do you always drive like this?"

I smirk but don't deign to answer her. There are only three things that can keep me grounded and make me feel in control: driving fast, football, and sex. Seeing as the last two are currently off the table, testing my car's limits it was.

My smirk turns to a scowl as Chaos leans forward and gives Roes' cheek a sloppy kiss, then rests his head on her shoulder.

"He's a terrible driver, hey Captain Floof?" she says, petting him gently above his eyes.

"The fuck you just call my dog?" I look at her and Chaos out of the corner of my eye. He is a fucking traitor of a dog, that is for sure. The only people he has ever shown this much affection to are East and myself. Everyone else either receives indifference, like Law and Brett, both of whom have tried their darndest to receive some loving from him, or wary aggression, like my father.

"I'm so glad you bought this up, actually," Roe says, turning her body to face me fully. "What in the hell kind of name is Chaos?"

I scoff, "Well, it sure as shit sounds better thanCaptain Floof. That makes him sound like a fucking teddy bear!"

"Not like Chaos is much better! Do you want people to think he is a feral beast?" she turns back to face the front. "Forget I ask that. It is extremely obvious that that isexactlywhat you want people to think."

She is halfway there. I mean, I was 15 when I bought him, and at that age, all I wanted to do was impress, impress, impress; my father, the remaining Elder Dukes & girls. Hell, I wanted the world at my feet. And I got that. Mostly. My father and the Elder Dukes would never fully accept me as one of their own. I was a legacy, sure, but I still had to work for everything I got. Unfortunately, I was not always as tough as I am now, and first impressions last a lifetime for men like the Elder Dukes. Naming my dog after strength, aggression, and control was just a power play on my part. Anunsuccessfulpower play.

"You don't understand my world, Princess," I say, turning off the road and onto the driveway leading to the place where I live. I wouldn't call it home, exactly. It is just the place I go to at the end of the day until I can make my ownway in life. But I would not leave East behind. I would stay forever if it meant keeping our dad off her back. "The name of a pet can come off as an extension of the owner."

"So, you named your dog something ridiculous just to impress- who? Your father? Did it work?"

I slam on the breaks as we reach the house, glaring at Roe even as she slams forward in her seatbelt. "Stay here," I growl before whistling for Chaos to join me. He barks and squeezes through the gaps in the seats before following me to the house.In and out, I tell myself.

I am almost at the front door when the slam of a car door sounds behind me. I swing around, and sure as shit, there she is, storming towards me in all her fierce beauty. Fuck, she looks hot when she is mad.

She is opening her mouth to screech fuck knows what at me, and I am opening mine to tell her to shut her fucking disrespectful mouth and justlistento me for once in her goddam life. But then, of course, it gets even worse.

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