Biker Baby (Kings of Mayhem MC 3)

I had pushed him away and it was exactly what I didn’t want to do.

It was time to stop running.

Stop pushing him away.

Stop letting my stupid past get in the way of what was good for me.

As I watched him moving farther away from me, I finally decided to face my fears and take back my power from them.

Fears be damned. This man deserved better from me.

“It’s a girl,” I said suddenly, my voice echoing down the hospital corridor.

Caleb stopped walking and slowly turned around. He frowned as he absorbed what I’d just said.

“A girl?”

I nodded, feeling the tears stab at my eyes. “I hope you’re ready for it. If she’s anything like me, we’re in for one hell of a ride.”

His eyes glittered across at me, and as the realization sank in, the shadow slowly lifted from his face. With hasty strides he crossed the distance between us and gently took me by the arms. He looked at me in wonder. Stunned wonder. “We’re having a daughter?”

I nodded and tried to hold back my tears. But the emotion in his voice made it impossible, and quite suddenly I started to cry. Without a word, he pulled me into his arms and held me to his broad chest, and my body softened in surrender against him. I could feel the wild beating of his heart and closed my eyes, allowing myself to be lost in the warmth of his embrace. Being in his arms, it was where I belonged.

“Darlin’, don’t cry,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my hair. “I won’t let you down again. I swear on my life.” He pulled back to look at me and I could see the sincerity on his handsome face. “I’m going to take care of you both. You have my word.”

I smiled through my tears. “Don’t pay any attention to these.” I pointed to the tears rolling down my cheeks. “Apparently this is a thing now. I cry at everything.”

He took my face in his big hands and his eyes reached right into mine. And in the bright blueness there was a tender warmth. “Be with me,” he rasped in his deep, rich voice.

“What?”

“Fuck everything else, Honey. Be with me. I want this. I want you. I want us. Give me a chance.” His thumbs caressed my jaw. “Baby, say you’ll be my girl.”

He kissed me, and it was a slow, desperate kiss full of promises and hope.

When he pulled away, his fingers raked through my hair as he searched my face for my answer, and his eyes were so full of emotion, I started to cry harder.

“Yes.” I nodded, as more tears streamed down my cheeks. “I think I’d like that.”

He smiled and it was huge. Happiness lit up his tired eyes. “Yes?”

I nodded and started to laugh through my tears. “Yes.”

He exhaled harshly and kissed me again, his big hands cupping my jaw and holding me to him as his lips and tongue took command of mine.

“Let me take you home,” he whispered against my lips. “Let me show you how good this will be.”

When I nodded, he slung a big arm around my shoulders and led me down the corridor and out of the hospital.

HONEY

My heart felt light, my head full of happiness as we drove home. It felt right. Doing this. Taking the chance and being together. Sometimes the greatest rewards were born from the highest risks and I knew this one was going to end in our favor.

Once home, I led him to the bedroom and we took our time undressing one another. We kissed, tenderly at first, before our desire detonated and we fell to the bed, our bodies crying out for more. I lay down with my head in the pillows, my body open to him as he crawled along the length of me, his eyes wild with desire, his cock hard and big as it slid across my belly.

He bent his head, and his tongue led a trail along the smooth curve of my throat, his lips devouring the flesh at the base of my jaw. I gasped at the pleasure. At the tenderness. At the way his body blanketed mine. At the touch of his erection as it rubbed against my clit, teasing me, torturing me, making me so wet I could barely stand it. I was so aroused I was trembling beneath his touch, writhing, the muscles between my thighs aching to be stretched and filled. He leaned into me, his muscular body blanketing me in a delicious heat and smooth skin as he positioned himself between my open thighs. Taking himself in his hand, he slid the wide crest of his cock through the most sensitive part of me, his face shimmering with pleasure, his lips parting, his eyes hooded with rampant desire as he rubbed himself through my flesh, torturing and teasing me before pushing hard into me.