Using the Biker

He wanted to stake his claim on her so no one else had a chance. He hadn’t become the president of the Nowhere Men MC without knowing what he wanted.

This was one fight he was determined to win.

Chapter Seven

“No, no, no, no, no.” Jo groaned, panicking with each passing second as she picked up each of the four pregnancy test kits she’d purchased. Each kit held two tests. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t be one of these women who picked up a load of kits and didn’t believe the first answer, yet here she was.

She was pregnant with Doc’s child.

There hadn’t been any other man, and they’d only had unprotected sex a couple of times. She knew it only took once, but this was just unfair.

Could she be excited about this?

It seemed next to impossible to be happy about this.

Doc didn’t talk about kids. She didn’t talk about kids. There was no talk of any kind when it came to kids, and yet she was pregnant. This seemed like the world’s worst luck.

She placed a hand on her stomach, taking a deep breath. Doc wanted to meet up with her for lunch, but right now, she felt like the worst person in the world. She was so happy right now.

Her life was finally on track after the divorce, and she couldn’t help but be scared this could ruin it. If Doc didn’t want to be part of their baby’s life, then she could handle it. Being a single mother was tough, but if that was what she had to do, she’d do it.

Getting to her feet, she threw all the tests into the trash. Staring at her reflection, she forced a smile to her lips. She looked a little pale and her hair slightly damp.

Before heading out for lunch, she took a quick shower to freshen up.

She opted for a skirt and shirt, a pair of pumps, and she pinned her hair back. Just as she finished with the last pin, the doorbell rang.

She’d given Doc the code to her apartment so he could let himself in whenever he wanted.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said, the moment she opened the door. She didn’t get a chance to respond as he cupped her hip and kissed her.

He’d only ever promised her a good time, and she needed to remember that.

Doc pulled away. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Can we go?” she asked.

“I need to take a leak first. Gunther was on the shitter, and it stunk.”

“Colorful.”

She watched him go to her bathroom without waiting for an invitation.

“Oh, shit, wait, you can’t go.” She rushed toward the bathroom, storming into the room in time to see Doc already taking a leak, but he was also holding the pregnancy test boxes in the other hand.

Neither of them spoke as he finished. She turned away, waiting for him to clean himself up.

The water ran, and she turned to see him washing his hands before wiping them on the towel. She did like his cleanliness.

“What is this?”

“You know what it is.” Her cheeks were on fire, and she felt sick to her stomach. She took a deep breath, hoping she didn’t throw up.

She was still hungry.

“Is it yours?” he asked.

“The baby?”

“No, the boxes. You took these?”

“Yes.”

“Holy shit,” he said.

She nibbled her lip, feeling tears spring to her eyes. “I … I…”

“When do we have a doctor’s appointment?” he asked.

“What?”

“We need to get you checked out. Make sure everything is fine. Fuck, I can’t, I won’t sleep with you. Sex is out of the question.” He rushed toward her, his hand landing on her stomach. “Are you okay? How do you feel? I thought you looked pale the other day, but I didn’t want to upset you.”

“You noticed?”

“Of course I noticed. When it comes to you, I notice everything.”

“Oh. You’re not going to ask if this is your baby?”

“I know it’s mine. I trust you, Jo.”

“This was only supposed to be sex.” She stared into his eyes, waiting for something, desperate to find anything to say this was something more.

She couldn’t see any signs, and it scared her.

“It was sex, but now it’s a whole lot more. You’re going to marry me.”

“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. No one said anything here about marriage. I already got out of a bad one.”

“You don’t have a choice.”

“You didn’t marry the other mother.” She frowned. “You know what I mean.”

“There’s a difference.”

“There is? Enlighten me then.”

“Simple, I didn’t give a flying fuck about Dale’s mother. She was a quick, easy fuck.”

“And I’m not?”

“No.” He gripped her ass, holding her against his side. “You’re mine, Jo. The moment you entered that bar, you became mine. The moment I sank my dick inside your pussy, you were mine.”

“I get it, I get it. I’m yours.”

“Damn straight you are, and that means my ring on your finger. You’re my old lady. The crew all like and respect you. That baby is going to have my name, and you’re going to be my wife.”