Biker Baby (Kings of Mayhem MC 3)

I sat down on the bed next to him and leaned down to find my skirt.

“Hey,” he said, his voice deep and raspy. “Where are you going?”

I couldn’t look at him because I would probably have sex with him again if I did, judging by my recent behavior. What I needed to do was get my clothes on so I wasn’t so naked and exposed when I told him about the baby.

“I need to get dressed,” I said.

“I beg to differ. I much prefer you naked.”

I shook my head as I smiled and reached for my skirt on the floor.

“I thought you said you weren’t running away.”

“I know but . . . it’s just . . . I should go.”

“Brutal,” he said with a hint of amusement in his gloriously raspy voice.

I finally looked at him over my shoulder “What do you mean?”

He sat up and his stomach rippled with the deep grooves of his abdominals. “I get the feeling that you like to fuck and run,” he said, moving behind me and dragging my hair over one shoulder. Pleasure tingled across my skin. “But I’m the type of guy who likes to take his time.”

He bent down and kissed the back of my neck and my eyes closed at the touch of his lips against my skin. I trembled, the core of me melting at his touch. A delicious pulse took up between my thighs, and my nipples hardened. I shivered and turned around, and captured his mouth with mine. We both moaned as the air around us crackled with sexual excitement. This was going to happen again. His lips slanted against mine and he tugged me to him, gently guiding me down to the pillows and climbing onto me. Slowly, he began to make love to me again. This time taking his time to enjoy my body. He flooded my skin with kisses, gave me an orgasm with his tongue, and then another one by driving slowly and purposely into me with deep, hard strokes.

Much later, as our breathing stilled and our bodies sank spent into the mattress, he pulled me to his chest. Lulled by the rhythmic beat of his heart, my eyes felt heavy and I closed them, just for a moment.

When I opened my eyes, sunlight was peeping in through a break in the curtains and a stillness had settled throughout the clubhouse. I looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

Oh hell.

It was 7:25 AM. And I had spent the whole night.

I tried to move but Caleb had me secured to his chest with one big arm. As soon as I tried to shift it off me, he stirred.

“Always trying to run away,” he murmured sleepily into my ear. He tilted his hips toward me so I felt his naked erection against my ass cheek. His breath left him in a soft whisper as he began to rock his cock against me.

“I didn’t mean to stay,” I whispered.

He pressed his lips to my jaw, leading a small trail of kisses to my ear while his hand slid across my belly. “I’m pleased that you did.”

I felt him pull away for a moment. Heard the rustle of foil. Felt the mattress move as he moved. Smelled latex.

Not waiting for my response, he flipped me on my back and slid into me with one lazy, sleepy stroke. I was still sore from all the lovemaking, but his size and the fullness of him was the perfect elixir. I was slick and he groaned deeply in my ear as he sank farther into me. He kept his face buried in the crook of my neck and my head caged between two big biceps. His breath was hot against my cheek, his moans heavy and desperate as he ground farther and farther into me.

When we came, we came together in a sleepy, hazy moment that left our bodies warm and slick, and our pulse beating rapidly in song with one another.

As he waited for his breathing to calm, I took a moment to marvel in the bulk of the man lying on top of me. My fingers slid across golden skin colored with a collage of intricate pictures, symbols, and words. My palm curved around strong deltoid muscles that were well-rounded and powerful. He was big. Strong. Lethal. And probably not interested in being the father of my baby.

The thought made me shift uneasily beneath him. I had to get out of there. I needed to be alone to collect my thoughts and find my senses. I wiggled, and Caleb rolled off me. I thought he would let me go, but he didn’t. Instead, he turned my face toward him and kissed me hard on the mouth.

But I was leaving.

I sat up and began looking for my panties on the floor. Finding them wedged under the corner of the bed, I slipped them on and began hunting for my skirt…again.