Page 50 of Baby Duke

Belatedly, I realize one of the other band members is flailing against my side. The fuck is with these guys and their complete lack of muscle?

I slam my elbow into his eye, and he drops like a stone. The third guy, the drummer, is standing with his hands raised and eyes wide and panicked. Brett is glaring at him,ready to put him in his place should he decide to fight us as well.

Another fist thumps me in the ribs, though this hit has some push to it. I spin around, fist raised and ready to sleep this mother fucker. I pause in shock as I come face to face with Roe. Well, face to fist, really. She cops my good, slamming her angry little knuckles into the side of my face. Shit, that might even leave a bruise.

"You mother fucking, stuck up, asshole!" she screams. She throws her fist at my face again, but this time I am prepared. I catch it in one hand, hers dwarfed by my own.

In the corner of my eye, I notice Brett and Law are clearing the room. Doesn't stop the cameras from flashing. Fuck. There is no way my father isn’t going to hear about this.

East and Felix are helping the drummer in caring for his mates. I can't for the life of me understand why East would be helping the guy who was obviously two seconds away from sexually assaulting her best friend.

"He kissed you," I sneer, letting go of Roe's fist only to grab her by the arm.

"I leaned into it!" She screeches.

"You were trying to pull away!"

She scoffs. "Yes, he tasted like ass, and I was done with the saliva tsunami he was forcing on me! But I had it sorted, West! I am not one of your weak little groupies who lets guys take advantage of her!"

"I can see that," I rub my cheek where she right hooked me.

She screams through closed lips, and I can't help but admire how utterly beautiful she looks like this. Fierce and angry, with her stunning little body looking like my own personal buffet. I lick my lips as my eyes drift over her.

East takes that moment to join our little confrontation.

"What the ever-loving fuck was that, West?" she demands.

"Me?" I ask, incredulous. "Roe was the one flaunting her body on stage, singing some stupid song about the Dukes, spreading propaganda,andthenshe acts like a fucking whore with that ugly prick!" I point to where said ugly prick is glaring at me from the floor, an ice pack pressed to his nose.

They screech at me, speaking over one another like spitting wild cats.

"Don't call me a fucking whore you-"

"Don't make this out to be anyone's fault but your-"

Fucking girls. Ignoring their squawking, I bend and throw Roe over my shoulder, making sure to place my hand over her ass to stop her skirt from flying up and flashing everyone. I am unable to help myself when I smack the plump globes, my hand stinging at the contact. Roe screams in indignation, slamming her fists against my lower back.

"Little bit to the left," I say, grinning as she curses and stops her assault. I whistle, catching the attention of Brett and Law. I jerk my head towards East, and they nod. They will get her home safely.

Turning away, I head for the stairs. They are off-limits, of course, to everyone else. There is plenty of space for partying on the ground floor, not to mention more than enough toilets and a couple of bedrooms for people to fuck in. The more adventurous just do it wherever they can find a space.

I turn right at the top, heading down the hallway to Law's suite. His suite is practically a house on its own, with three bedrooms, a bathroom, a loungeroom, and even a small kitchen, so he doesn't have to make the trek down to the main kitchen every time he wants a snack.

I have often found myself jealous of his easy lifestyle. But also sorry for him. His parents just don't give a shitabout him. They leave him to his own devices and forget he exists. When we were young boys, Laws’ house was the go-to for sleepovers. We reveled in the freedom; playing video games until 5 am, watching our first porno at ten years old, the loudspeaker blasting fake moans through the entire, empty house.

It was the four of us then, Law, Brett, Trent, and I. We caused havoc on the often, much as we do now, but on a more juvenile level.

I kick open the second door I come upon; my room.

Wasting no time, I cross the room and throw Roe onto the bed. She squeals and lands with a bounce, her legs spread wide and her skirt blown up to reveal the see-through mesh covering her pussy. My brain short-circuits as I take in her smooth, plump lips.

Growling, I lunge for her just as she goes to close her legs. I grip her by the backs of her knees and spread her wide for me before leaning close and running my nose along the damp fabric, sniffing deeply all the way up. She smells delicious; a cocktail created for my every desire. Something feral takes over me at that first inhale, and I know that I have to make her mine.

Roe begins to struggle and curse.

"What the actual fuck, you sicko!" she shrieks. Her fingers find my hair, and she locks in her claws and pulls.

Laughing, I circle my nose around her sensitive clit twice before relenting to her tugs.

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