Released: MC Secret Baby Romance (New Adult Contemporary Biker Romance) (64 page)

And again, she found herself drowning in his charm, as she listened to that almost liquid voice of his that dripped with sophistication.

“I also have to say,” he said, as he wondered over to a nearby drink cabinet. “that the others weren’t as beautiful as you either.”

“Beautiful?” she laughed. “Now, I am actually going insane. I’ve never been called beautiful in my life.”

“Philistines,” he shook his head. “You’re the most Rubinesque woman I’ve met and you’re glorious,” he handed her a glass of brandy and knelt down in front of her. “Don’t be fooled by my beastly nighttime endeavors,” he cooed. “I can be gentle too.” He reached out and stroked her hand.

It felt electric, as his skin brushed hers and she yearned for more. Sensing her excitement, Ferdinand reached forward and held her, his arms gripping her hard. She yielded to him and felt herself melt inside his arms. His hot breath was now mingling with hers, as their lips almost touched. She felt the soft skin tingle, and then they were kissing hard and passionately.

She could smell his cologne and the way it mixed with his skin. She ran her fingers over his smooth jaw and slid a hand inside his shirt. Meanwhile, he was intoxicated by the woman in his care, and he climbed on top of her, pulling back the blanket and caressing her.

Their passion was fiery and frantic as they desperately felt each other’s bodies in their moment of extreme arousal. It was natural then when she felt for his large cock and eased it inside of her. It swelled beneath her touch and, as it entered her body, she grew slippery and slick to accommodate its size. It felt to them as though nothing was more normal, as they eased into each other’s bodies as a perfect fit.

Jane moaned, as he thrust into her, but she was delighted to feel that he was gentle and caring as he caressed her. Kissing her neck, he held onto her tight, feeling the comfort of her soft body. He was grunting and moaning in ecstasy, feeling himself reach a hard and fast orgasm. He whispered:

“You’re so perfect,” and he tangled his fingers up into her hair. “I’m going to cum.”

And, at his words, she felt the tremors of climax, as they both orgasmed in unison. Breathless and hot, they held each other for a long while, as they immersed themselves in one another.

As Ferdinand lay his head on her breasts, he thought of her arrival at the house and his mind wondered into the future. He had a feeling she’d be an excellent housekeeper.

“So….. Are you going to stay?” he whispered.

“I am now,” she smiled.

The End

Bonus - Gage - Navy SEAL

Chapter One

Gage

I was so drunk that I didn't even know his last hit had been a good one until I tasted the blood in my mouth. I grinned at him and spat the coppery liquid onto the parking lot pavement, squaring up for another round.

"You just don't quit," he snarled.

I just kept grinning, which must have really thrown him off because his next hit was sloppy as heck. I ducked it easily, slamming a fist into his gut with a force that I'm sure he didn't expect from the guy who had been drunk enough to hit on his girl.

Little did he know that I didn't have to be intoxicated at all to seduce another man's woman. If she was hot, she was fair game. Plus, she was free to make up her own mind about the damn thing; equality, and all that.

I was disappointed when my opponent keeled over and put a hand up in surrender; so was the crowd.

I spat again, and then pulled up my t-shirt to wipe my face on it. A girl in the crowd whistled, and I looked up at her; blonde, perky, and legs for days. It looked like that fight hadn't been a disappointment after all.

Chapter Two

"Matthews," Sergeant Buchanan said lowly. "That's the third fight you've gotten in this week."

"That's a new record," I remarked smugly.

After pulling me into his office at an unholy time in the morning, I suspected Buchanan was ready to blow a fuse. Having never seen him actually lose it, I was curious to see how that played out.

"Dang it, Matthews!"

Oh, I was very, very close.

Much to my dismay, he took a moment to compose himself. He put his face in his hands, and then ran his fingers through his close-cropped gray hair.

"Gage," he said.

Oh no — his tone was almost gentle now.

"I know that you've been through a lot recently."

"This isn't about that," I protested.

Buchanan looked up and fixed me with a grim smile. "Sure it isn't."

I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair. Better let the old man say what he pulled me in here to say.

"I want you to take some time off," he said.

That hadn't been what I was expecting.

"Time off?" I looked at him like he'd just told me that the force was taking up knitting as a training exercise. "I don't need any time off. I don't want any time off."

Buchanan sighed. "That's the problem, Gage. Most guys, after —" I shot him a glare before he could say the words. "Uh... going through what you went through, they take a little time. You hopped right back in with both feet."

"Because I'm a good soldier."

"Because you're too good a soldier."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"You're so good a soldier that you brought the fight with you all the way back to the U.S. of A, Gage," he said. "I need you to take some time and get some perspective. Maybe... talk to someone about what happened."

I bristled and straightened in my chair.

"I'm fine," I growled. "I just need to work."

He shook his head. "Not a request, Matthews."

He was going to order me to take a vacation? Had the old man gone soft? Still, a soldier to the bone, I wouldn't defy an order.

"Fine," I spat. "I'll go to Disneyland or something."

He looked at me flatly. "Whatever, Matthews, just take your vacation weeks for the year and get out of my hair."

I took that as my dismissal, and exited the room. He wanted me to take a vacation, and a vacation, I would take.

Once I was home, I hastily stuffed a bag full of clothes and tossed it in the saddlebag of my Harley. Next item on the to-do list was to find a little trouble.

With the engine rumbling beneath me, I peeled off against the setting sun.

Chapter Three

Hayley

"Dang it, Herb," I cursed, snatching a dirty towel from the back bar. I began to clean up his spilled beer, as he leered at me.

"My bad, princess," he slurred. "Guess I got a little too excited."

I rolled my eyes and swiped the last bits of beer from the bar top. I threw the rag in one of the bins to go to the back, and began to pour the geezer another pint.

"Is there a discount for beers that I didn't get to drink?"

I snorted. "Herb, the only discount you'll be getting around here is the senior's discount from the Denny's next door."

I slammed the new beer down on the bar top and gave him a warning glare. "Spill this one and you'll be feeling like chopped liver — not eating it."

He laughed, which turned his face even more red. I wasn't sure how that was possible.

I went down the bar, seeing to the other two patrons seated at it. They were a young couple, and by the looks of their clothes, I presumed they had wound up in the wrong place. Still, I was friendly and polite to them. I was fine with judging the book by its cover, as long as you didn't act on that judgment until you'd read a few pages.

There weren't many other people around that night. Being that it was a Tuesday, that didn’t surprise me much. Still, it would have been nice to have a couple more customers to help the time pass.

I liked being a bartender; I liked the stories. Working in a biker bar had its perks, and one of them was that I got to see people coming from all over the country — sometimes even from Canada. And, they all had a tale to tell.

Some stories like the one about Herb’s cat that he had told me at least eight times weren’t worth hearing. Others were. I made a game for myself, trying to guess when a new person walked through the door whether their story would be worth it or not. I only needed one look to know, for certain, that the man walking through my doors had a helluva tale.

He was about six feet tall with tattoos all over his muscled arms. He wore a plain black t-shirt and jeans, and had close cropped brown hair that told me he was a military guy. Good. We didn't get many of them around here.

He sidled up to the bar with a sour expression on his face and dropped down onto one of the wooden stools. I mentally congratulated him on not picking the broken one; also another game I liked to play.

"What can I get you?" I asked.

He stared at me with eyes like an ocean storm. Finally, when he was finished asserting his dominance, he said, "Molson."

So, he wanted to have a conversation in sentences of only one word? Fine with me. I'd cracked tougher nuts.

"Bottle or draught?"

"Draught."

I poured him a pint and slid it across the bar top. He wasn't looking at me anymore — his attention now focused on the hockey game on the TV screen behind my head. I'd give the beer some time to do its work, but I'd be back for his story — if for no other reason than that the man was walking sex.

Gage

I drove down the coast for about an hour, letting the wind do its magic. Nothing cleared my mind better than the breeze in my face and my bike between my legs — not even sex.

There was a biker bar on the outskirts of some town that I didn't bother remembering the name of. I pulled in there because I was done driving. I had gone far enough that I could say I'd actually gone somewhere, but was close enough that I didn't have to actually go anywhere. My plan was to spend the next couple of weeks sleeping, womanizing, and drinking... in no particular order.

Sergeant wanted me to have a vacation? This was my Disneyland.

The bar was decorated with biker memorabilia, and had pictures on the walls of various club meetings that had taken place there. There were tables scattered around the floor, but I went straight to the bar. I liked to be close to the action. Not that I was going to be talking to anybody — but; at least, if someone was being an idiot, I might get to punch someone.

I was surprised to see that the bartender was this pretty little blonde thing. Her skin was sun kissed, but otherwise, untouched. No tattoos; odd thing for a biker bar. As she approached me, I watched her body jiggle in her tight jeans and t-shirt. Good. I liked a girl with curves.

I ordered a beer, and I could tell she was frustrated with how clipped my sentences were. The girl showed everything on her face. I wondered how she could possibly survive in a place like this with a handicap like that.

I decided I would find out.

"What the heck is a girl like you doing working in a bar like this?" I asked.

Surprise crossed her face. I could tell she tried to keep it down, but it was there for all to see.

"What kind of girl do you think I am, exactly?" Surprise had turned to irritation. She was a fun one to watch.

I gestured over her body. "You look like you'd be better off working in a beauty parlor or something like that."

She rolled her green eyes, running the cloth over the bar top. "I'm going to take that as a compliment."

"It wasn't one."

She chuckled. "You're going to make lots of friends around here," she observed. "I can't wait to see someone knock your lights out."

I took a swig of my beer and grinned. "That's cold, barkeep."

"If you wanted different, you should have gone somewhere else." She shot me a cheeky grin. "Like a beauty parlor or something like that."

Maybe I shouldn't have been so quick to judge. Clearly she wasn't completely out of her depth.

"Where are you coming from?" she asked.