Multifandom!!! (Book 1) {CLOSED}

The One Night Stand (4/6) [A Haven Story]*

A/N: Mild SMUT warning.

There I laid, on Duke's bed with his computer shining on my face. I lay on my stomach and swing my legs into the air as I scroll through the different cultured lore.

"Did you find anything?" Duke asks as he collapses on the bed next to me.

"Bits and pieces. The altered translation for the symbol is 'what I hear, I keep' in African and adjectives used for those who have this symbol is wise and knowledgeable." I explain.

"So why would someone murder someone else and carve a symbol that means wisdom into the heads?" Duke asks.

"Maybe she wasn't murdered... maybe she was sacrificed." I suggest.

"Why someone carve a symbol into their own heads and sacrifice themselves?"

"Maybe she saw herself as a martyr and wanted everyone else to see her that way too..." I propose.

"And it makes sense that she was by the docks because water is seen as a cleansing agent. But she could have been influenced into doing said things.. I think, we have a mind controller on our hands." I add.

"Wow, now I see why Nathan wanted you to join the force. Even drunk, you can solve cases." Duke states.

"To be fair, I'm not entirely drunk. I only drank two shots of bourbon, a Corona  and a wine cooler." I explain.

"Mm-hm. How many fingers am I holding up?" He says, sticking three fingers to the side.

"None of them are up, they are to the side. But you're holding up three fingers." I say.

"Okay, you are definitely sober,"

"Or I can simply hold my liquor." I say.

"Touché,"

I close the computer and rest my head on my arms.

"Do you want to call Audrey or should I?" Duke asks.

"Preferably you, Audrey doesn't like me at all."

"Why? What did you do to her?"

"That's the thing, I did nothing to her. Ever since Karissa and I came into town she doesn't like either of us, more so me than Karissa." I explain.

"I don't know, maybe she is jealous of me or something? I have no idea why she dislikes me. But I am not going to spend anytime trying to make her like me, that's not my job. My job is to solve cases and save people." I add.

"Maybe that is why she doesn't like you. Because sometimes you can do your job better than she can do hers." he says.

"Well, that's not my problem." I say with a sigh.

I lay on my back and look up at the ceiling of his boat. Duke mimics my actions and dials Audrey's number. I hear it ring once before she says:

"Hello?"

"Constanance has a theory, a well thought out one too." Duke says.

"Oh boy, can't wait to hear this,"

I roll my eyes at her response and stand up from the bed. I walk into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the fridge. I took a bite out of it and walk back into the room. I lean my shoulder against the door frame and wipe the remaining juices or that apple from my lips.

"Yeah, well she's drunk off her ass right now, so I think it's best to wait till morning." Duke lies.

There was a small moment of silence before he adds:

"Yeah, I know. She's just that good... Alright, see you tomorrow morning, bye bye."

He hangs up.

"Why did you do that?" I ask, taking another bite of my apple.

"Did what?"

"Lie,"

"Because you need a break from work. You tried to do that tonight and you were dragged back into work. And, I don't know I just feel bad that you didn't have a fun time." He says,

"It wasn't your fault, Duke." I say.

"I know.." he says standing from his bed.

"If you are still in the mood, I would gladly take care of that for you." He adds.

"You're willing to do that for me?" I ask.

He slowly approaches me and he says:

"Of course,"

He walks me against the wall and slowly tucks a hair behind my ear.

"Do you want to do it?" He asks.

I go on my tippy toes and pull him closer to me by the neck. Our lips finally meet in a sweet kiss and he pulls me closer by the hips.

He walks me against the doorframe and I slid my hands underneath his loose, button up shirt. I feel his tense muscles against his white tank top and I started to unbutton his shirt.

He watches as I pull his shirt off and he pulls my sheer crop top up over my head and went down on his knees. He kisses my core through my pants and my body jolts forward. He chuckles my reaction and holds onto my hips as he presses wet kisses up my stomach.

I unzip my pants and wiggle out of it, leaving me in my fishnet tights. He looks up at me from and slowly stood up. His eyes slowly trail down my body before he cups my cheeks and kisses me again. His lips massage mine and he lifts my legs around his thick waist. He walks me towards his bed and slowly sets me down onto it.

He pulls of his white tank top, revealing his tattoos painted on his wide arms. He leans in his forehead near my head as he takes off his pants.

He pulls back the covers and pulled them over his head. I gasp as he rips my fishnet tights off of my legs. His fingers trail up my legs as he slowly left kisses up my legs.

"Since I am a gentleman, I let you go first." He says against my thighs.

"Wait, I wanted-" I collapse onto the bed and had a white knuckle grip on the bedsheets as he applied a single stroke of his tongue to my sensitive bundle of nerves.