Page 9 of Baby Duke

Sherry is on my fucking back before I have taken two steps from my Mustang.

"Why the fuck is Holly saying you and her got together yesterday?" she screeches, her cheeks an unattractive pink in her anger.

Fuck, I hate her whiny, bitch voice.

I ignore her as I shoulder my bag and stroll towards the Dukes. Brett is there, lounging on the brick wall like it's a throne, completely oblivious to the chicks eyeing him with their fuck-me eyes. Law has his tongue down some Asian's throat. Looks like one of the Chang sisters.

"West!"

Fuckme.

I spin and grab Sherry by the throat.

"Are you questioning me, Sherry?"

Her eyes widen as her face rapidly changes from pink to purple. She frantically shakes her head as much as she can in my death grip. The footy boys are coming up behind Sherry, though the dumb jocks haven't even noticed me yet. Too busy eye-fucking Holly, the other Chang sister, and the rest of Sherry's cock-thirsty crew.

I whistle, catching the attention of Eric. He quickens his pace, his eyes dancing from Sherry to me and back again, excitement growing on his face.

"Yo, West," he says. Fucking loser. "How was your holiday?"

I shove Sherry into his chest, ignoring his question.

"Take Tommy and Zane and remind Sherry of her place," I say.

I turn before he can reply. He will follow my instructions, and he will do it good. They always do.

Law has disappeared with the twin. No surprises there. But Brett is watching me as I saunter towards him.

"Hi, West."

Holly.

I don't bother sparing her a glance. Bitch knows better than to assume I will acknowledge her after yesterday's rendezvous.

"Brett," I say as I reach him. He clasps my outstretched hand and pulls me in for a chest pump and slap on the back. I return the gesture.

"The boys putting her back in place?" he nods towards where Eric, Tommy, and Zane are herding Sherry through to the boy's locker room.

I grunt in affirmation, scouring the courtyard of my kingdom, not realizing I am looking for anyone until I see her.

Fuck. She looks sexy as sin in the little red skirt and long socks that the school demands the girls wear. Because that's not sexist shit at all. My cock twitches as she raises her arms to put on her backpack, and her skirt rises with the action. I am sure as shit not the only one who tilts their head to get a better look.

And then I notice who she is with and I see red.

Mother fucking Trent Williams.

Chapter Six

Roe

Trent is a fucking hoot. We have barely pulled out of the gate when he reaches over me (I might have been 0.1 seconds away from slapping his pretty face because I literally thought he was going for my skirt) and pulls a joint from the glove box.

"You want?" he asks with a smirk. The smug fuckerknewI would think he was going for third base.

Shaking off my sexual musings, I grin like a Cheshire cat and snatch the joint from him.

"Do youknowhow long it's been since I've had a hit?" I ask, pressing the stick to my nose for a solid sniff before stuffing it between my lips and reaching for the lighter Trent has conjured from somewhere. I light the stick and take a long drag. "Fuuuck, I so needed this. You are a fucking legend, you know that?"

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