Duke Read Online Books C.J. Washington (Fallen MC #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Erotic, MC, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Fallen MC Series by C.J. Washington
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
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It was smoky and the classic rock music playing outside was quite loud, it gave it a good atmosphere, kind of like a local town bar. Duke never told her what she was supposed to do when she returned so she made her way through the room to work behind the bar. As she’d stocked it she knew where everything was and it kept a barrier between her and everybody else until she got the lay of the land.

A few brothers started to notice her entrance and greeted her with catcalls and whistling. She surreptitiously scanned the room for Duke, Prez or Slam to check her duties with. They weren’t around though so she’d stick to her original plan. Fallen had some seriously good looking brothers, it was like a casting call for Calvin Klein. Four brothers were propping up the bar, she stood a couple of feet down from them and made eye contact with the guy already serving. He was short for a guy, well built with a shaved head. A vicious looking snake tattoo came from inside his top and curled round his neck, ending with its head just above his ear.

Clearing her throat she asked loudly, “Can I help?” She didn’t want to wait around to be told what to do.

“Sure. Get your ass back here. Who are you anyhow?” The four brothers stopped talking and started listening to them. She threw them what she hoped was a dazzling smile.

“I’m Nicole. I’m here as collateral for Nole Fletcher.” She thought she’d get that out of the way early so they knew that she wasn’t a new club slut, word would spread. Men could gossip just as much as women. “What’s your name?” He didn’t have a cut to read. He must be a prospect.

“Cobra.” She should have guessed.

She turned to the brothers. Cobra introduced them. “This is Hollywood, Bones, Digger and King.”

She did a small wave. They were all hotties in that ‘throw you down and show you who’s boss’ kind of way. Bones, Digger and King were different shades of blond and all burly. Hollywood was gorgeous. He had midnight colour skin, was ripped to the back teeth, golden brown eyes and a perfect smile that made her melt just a tiny bit.

“Can I get any of you something?” She started feeling awkward just standing there staring, not doing anything.

“Sure doll, I’ll have another Jack with ice.” Pouring a healthy measure she slid it along the bar to Hollywood. “Another beer for us.” Came from Digger. Popping the tops she handed them the beers.

Hollywood moved closer to where she stood. “They’re some fucking beautiful eyes you’ve got.” Approving grunts came from the other three. “What did you do before you came here?”

“Nothing much. Just agency work really. Odd jobs here and there. Can’t hold anything permanent when this keeps happening.” She knew it was best to be straight and honest. Bikers don’t respond well to bullshit and inconsequential blabber.

“Sorry to hear that, doll. Your daddy’s a crook, pure and simple, and a shit one at that but he has his uses occasionally. Spreading that shit to his kid just proves what a fuck up he is. Gotta cut ties.” If she had a dollar for every time she’d heard that she could pay off her Dad’s debts for him.

She kept talking to them for a while as she served others who came to the bar. It was easy and enjoyable. They kept her entertained. She found out that Hollywood had an old lady and that Bones, Digger and King were all single and called the Musketeers.

“They are gonna be three lucky ladies who bag you guys.” They eyed each other and looked amused by something.

“Don’t want three, just one would suit us.” King spoke up. Nicole couldn’t help her mouth dropping open in shock. Was he saying what she thought he was?

“By the look on your face darlin’, you get it. We’re already a triad. We’d love a bitch in the mix, bringing some sexy curves into the relationship. When we find the one we want, we’ll make it permanent. Besides, we all want a big family and the comfort of a woman. Got all the love in the world for these pair but we want a bitch to love too.” Bones put it all out there for her and she was slightly jealous of whoever they ended up with already. She couldn’t help but imagine the three of them pleasuring a woman and each other in a sexy display of pure passion. It would be quite the show and one she wouldn’t mind being in the audience for.

“Fuck, that’s sexy.” She slapped her hand over her mouth, cursing her verbal diarrhoea and blushed scarlet.

They chuckled at her embarrassment. She’d never heard of an openly bi-sexual biker. She was sure that these three had no worries, no sane bastard would mess with them.

“You wanna give us a try? Gotta say, I think your curves could be a perfect cushion for us.” King winked at her. “We could give you quite an education.”

She laughed. “I can barely manage one man, let alone three, but thanks for giving me something to dream about.” She winked back.

She could feel eyes burning into her. Nicole looked past King to the booths where she saw Duke, Prez, two women and a couple of brothers she hadn’t met starting to sit down. She instantly flushed and felt her nipples pebble as she let her eyes wander over Duke. Again, she cursed not having a bra.

King followed her eye line. “Prez gets served at the table and that includes whoever’s with him. That’s his old lady, Shel, and Hollywood’s old lady, Jewel. Duke is VP and the other brothers are Shred and Kick.”

Just then Prez caught her eye and jerked his chin at her. She made her way towards them joined by Hollywood. His old lady, Jewel, jumped from the booth into his arms, wrapping herself around him. She could tell by Hollywood’s face that he adored her. A big part of Nicole wished that she’d have that someday. Leaving them to it, Nicole stood next to the table and asked what everyone would like from the bar. Her skin became more sensitive the nearer to Duke she was. She was sure her nipples under the her tank were nearly bordering on obscene right now. She felt like she was smuggling bullets. When everyone ordered she was relieved to be returning to the bar, even though it would be for just a couple of minutes.


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