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Biker Baby (Kings of Mayhem MC 3)

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At the mention of his baby, his grin got even bigger but he didn’t say anything. He just stood there looking hot as fuck.

And I was no match for that damn smile.

My pussy throbbed, my clit ached.

Self-gratification and fingers be fucked. I needed cock.

With one thing on my mind, I went to him and mashed my mouth to his, completely taking him by surprise. He moaned, and for a moment he hesitated, but as my tongue swept into his mouth and my hard nipples pressed against the thick muscle of his naked chest, he dropped the cup into the sink and wrapped his powerful arms around me. He kissed me hard. Groaning into my mouth. Making me wet. Making me dizzy. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. It was like my hormones had flipped some kind of concubine switch inside of me. I wanted sex. And I wanted it all the time. With him.

Thankfully, Caleb wanted it, too, judging by the hardness pressing into my shorts as he carried me to his bedroom. When he set me down on the bed, I wasted no time unbuckling his belt and getting him out of his black pants.

I wasn’t supposed to want this. We’d agreed to keep things nonphysical and stop having sex, yadda fucking yadda, but I was powerless against the force of him.

“This isn’t us keeping it platonic,” he said against my lips.

“I don’t want to think about it,” I replied, lost in the sensation of his skin against my skin and the desperate throb between my thighs. It’d been weeks since he’d touched me, and even though I knew it was wrong, my body was desperate for the relief only he could give me.

Just one more time.

“We suck at this no-sex thing,” he said, caging me in his big arms as he looked down at me.

I pulled him back down to me. Mindless. Primal. Powerless.

“Less talking, more fucking,” I said, gripping his ass as I pushed his giant cock into me.

The light snapped on, illuminating the room and waking me up.

I opened my eyes. “Mom?”

“Yes, my sweet-faced girl. It’s your momma,” my mom sang as she swept into the room.

I sat up, confused. It was the middle of the night.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

“Things are more than okay, my darling girl.” She went to the small wardrobe up against the wall and pulled down an old suitcase. “In fact, things couldn’t be any better!”

“What are you doing?” I asked.

She smiled happily and dropped the suitcase. Crossing the room, she sat on the edge of the bed and drew me close to her.

“How would you like to live in a house, Honey? With two bathrooms and your very own room?”

She was beaming.

“My own room?”

“Yep. And a pool in the backyard.”

My eyes widened. That sounded like a dream.

“But how?” I asked.

Her smile grew even bigger. In this light, her gold jewelry gleamed but it was nothing like the gleam in her smile.

“Oh, my darling, his name is Henry and I am in love with him. So very much in love with him. And he loves me.” She wiped my fringe out of my eyes. “And he will love you, too.”

“Who is Henry?”

Mom hadn’t mentioned him before now.

“He is a lovely man Mommy met at one of the places she visits, you know that. I’ve mentioned him before.”

She hadn’t. But I nodded anyway. Because I liked when Mom was in one of her good moods and I didn’t want to upset her.

“He wants to marry me. And we are going to live in his big, beautiful house. I’ve been there before. Oh, you should see it, Honey. It’s so wonderful. Like one of those houses you see in the magazines. It’s white with little blue shutters on the windows, and rooms the size of our entire apartment.” Mom was excited, I could tell, because her eyes were wide and bright. “He’s coming to pick us up in his car tonight, Honey. So we need to pack all of our things, okay.”

She pulled me into her arms and squeezed me against her until I could barely breathe.

I loved my mom when she was like this. Happy. Fun-loving. Affectionate.

But it never lasted.

I climbed out of bed and packed up all of my things out of the wardrobe I shared with my mom. It didn’t take very long because I didn’t own very much. In fact, it all fit into the one little suitcase. But it was fun, because Mom was singing as she packed up her belongings, and she would talk about all the things we had to look forward to. A new home. Garden parties. A real family.

Once we were packed up, we sat at the little table where we ate our meals. But the minutes ticked by slowly and I grew tired waiting for him to show up, and my body started to ache for sleep. Not that I showed my mom. Because she was already beginning to look sad with every minute that passed.



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