The Biker's Baby (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 10)

“You’re freaking me out right now.” Her palms press to my chest giving me a shove.

“You gonna tell me you never thought about it?” I shove her knees further apart, pushing the head of my cock against her dripping cunt.

Her pupils dilate and her lips give way to a smile. “Kinda hard to have this conversation presently.”

“You’ve thought about it.” I push deeper inside as her muscles clench around me. Fucking perfect.

“How about you stop talking and fuck me.”

I fuck her harder and faster than I want to, but I can’t help it. Bitch makes me crazy. Good for me she likes it rough. I pound into her body relentlessly and she takes it. Our hips rubbing. Bodies slapping. It’s savage, brutal, raw, and beautiful. Her knee hitches around my hip. Toes digging into my ass as her nails scratch down my back deep enough to break the skin.

Our eyes meet and I hold her gaze a beat before taking her mouth hot and wild. Teeth nipping and clashing. Her walls clench around me. Karma cries out against my lips. Her body does a violent shudder then a shake.

Nothing better than experiencing her getting off besides getting mine and I do. I come hard. I roll off Karma, my semen coating her thighs. She curls into my side, her head on my chest. I strum my fingers through her blonde locks and can’t help but think I could dig this. Karma’s sweet ass in my bed every night. Settling down with a good woman who doesn’t need schooled on biker life. A woman like Karma who already fits. Who can roll with whatever life throws our way.

I shove up to hit the bathroom. Karma takes advantage after me to clean herself up. I claim my pillow and get comfortable. The last thing I recall before I pass out is Karma’s lips brushing mine soft and sweet.

I awaken to the smell of coffee and bacon. The other side of the bed is empty. The tee I gave Karma to sleep in is folded at the end of the bed. I’m surprised She-Ra isn’t in my face demanding to be let out and to assist me in feeding the others.

I snatch the sweats I discarded last night from the floor and put them on. I find Karma in the kitchen cooking breakfast, sipping coffee from my travel mug.

“Hey.” she smiles at me, warmer than sunshine.

“Mornin’.”

“Coffee?” she holds out the mug.

“Yeah, but first.” I put the mug on the counter and step into her space, pinning her in the corner where the counters meet by the stove. With a hand around the back of her neck I reel her in and claim those coffee-stained lips. “Now that’s how to say good morning.”

Karma pinches her lips. “I better get the bacon before it burns.”

“Right.” I nab the mug and give her space. “Gotta see to the dogs.”

“You want toast?”

“Yeah.”

“You still take your eggs runny?”

I give her a nod and grab my coat off the hook in the laundry room then slip my boots on while balancing my coffee. I take a big swig then put it back on the counter. “Top me off. I’ll be back in a few.” I don’t wait for a response. I go on out back to the kennel. Currently I only have three dogs in my care. All belonging to clients. I run a small training operation but I’m good at what I do, and I enjoy the work. I don’t take on many dogs in case something takes me out of town for the club. Murder tries to keep me home if he can and one of the other brothers tends to the animals if I have any boarding with me.

Out in the kennel the dogs are eagerly awaiting some attention and grub. I give out head scratches and good boys then I let them out to socialize and roam while I change out their water and fill their bowls.

The Doberman will graduate from my program today, and I’ll hand him back over to his owners this evening. Back in the house Karma has my breakfast ready. She’s nibbling on hers as I take my seat at the table across from her.

“What you got going on today?”

“Going to track down Torsten. After that I’m not sure.”

“Wanna be my date to the club’s Halloween party?”

Those pretty blue eyes sparkle. “I forgot all about Halloween being this weekend.”

“Costume is optional.”

“Pam still around?”

“You know it.”

“Then I better get a costume. That is if my brother doesn’t run me out of town.”

“Now why would he go and do a thing like that?”

She shrugs but I know there’s something she isn’t telling me.