Romance: Motorcycle Club Romance: Outlaw Biker's Baby (Contemporary Alpha Male MC Biker Romance) (Bad Boy MC Biker Pregnancy Romance) (56 page)

Soon enough, Kerri was reaching her third orgasm.  Patrick was reaching his first.  As he felt his balls tighten his bear took control and before he could stop himself his teeth sunk into Kerri’s delicate neck as his nails dug into her back.  He had marked her.  

Chapter 9

In their pleasure, the couple had forgotten themselves.  They had forgotten
protection,
and before they could stop it, Patrick was shooting his load into her bare womb.  Kerri’s eyes grew large as she felt his seed filling her. 

“P…Patrick… did you put on a
…
c…condom?”  Kerri stuttered.  Patrick’s eyes grew large as he looked down.  He had ridden her
bareback,
and now he had climaxed inside of her. 

Kerri could see the answer on his face.  She could feel herself start to freak out as the threat of pregnancy terrified her. 

“Kerri… please
…
calm down
…
it’s okay
…
even if you are…”  Patrick couldn’t make himself say the word.  He continued regardless.  “Even if you are… I will stay by your side every step of the way… I will never abandon you.  That’s a promise.”  Kerri looked into his sincere eyes.  She knew he was telling the truth. 
Finally,
she nodded her head and calmed down. 

Maybe starting a family with Patrick wouldn’t be so bad.  She smiled at the thought and suddenly being pregnant wasn’t too bad.  If she was going to have a family with anyone it would be Patrick. 

“You promise?”  She asked, softly.  He smiled, leaned down and kissed the top of her head. 

“I promise.”  As he said
this,
he carried her to bed before gently lying her down.  He crept into bed beside
her,
and they fell asleep, happily embraced in each other’s arms.  It was a dream come true for Patrick

Chapter 10

Six months later, Kerri found herself working in her office.  Her stomach was already well
formed,
and she smiled as she felt the soft kick of her baby inside of her.  She rubbed her stomach gently, thinking about Patrick.  Ever since their passionate night together, they had officially started dating, and now they were happily in love.  Life was perfect. 

Soon, Kerri got back to work, trying to finish up a big project before going home for the day.  Just as she was about to log off, she was summoned to Mr. Lane’s office.  She gulped nervously but managed to make her way to the office without the help of the secretary.  When she entered the
office,
she looked around, trying to find the CEO of Lane Industries. 

Instead, she found Jerimiah Lane standing there, a grin on his face.  She looked at him curiously.  Suddenly everything went black. 

***

Kerri woke up a few hour later to find herself tied up to a chair.  She couldn’t
see,
and she started to panic.  Suddenly, as she began to struggle a light turned on over her head, making her close her eyes.  Slowly, she started to open them, letting them adjust to the sudden brightness. 

As she did, she looked up to see Jay standing there.  Fear started to creep under her skin as she stared into his merciless yellow eyes.  What was he going to do to her?  A million questions ran through her head as she tried to free her wrists from their bonds.  It was useless, however.  He had her trapped.  She was helpless. 

Jay looked down at her now.  As he
did,
he started to
circle
her.  He grinned like a maniac, putting her nerves on edge.  Kerri wanted to yell out at
him,
but her lips were taped shut.  She was rendered mute.  All she could do was look up at him. 

Suddenly, he was in front of her, his fingers tightly gripping her chin.  She winced in pain trying to get away.  He grinned at her, as something evil lurked
in
his expression. 

“Do you want to learn something?  Hmm…?”  He asked before letting go of her and
circling
her again.  “Did you know that the baby…”  He pointed at her stomach now.  Kerri flinched away at his movement.  She could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand on end as her fear continued to grow.  “Is going to kill you?” 

Kerri’s eyes grew large at his words.  He was lying.  Patrick would never put her in danger like that! 

“No… I guess you didn’t.  But let me tell you
…
humans can’t
bear
the children of shifters.  You have a
bear
growing inside of you.  How well do you think that will go?  That thing will rip you open from the inside.”  Jay continued to spew these lies at her.  Kerri tried to block them out.  She tried to ignore him but soon enough she started to believe him.  What if he was telling the truth? 

“It will be a very painful death.  Much worse than a
normal
birth.  The bear will claw its way out of you, causing immense pain and then you will bleed out.  Sounds fun, doesn’t it?”  He grinned as he looked at her horrified look. 

“The truth of the matter is that bear of yours.  Patrick, is it?  He used you.  Shifters like us only use human women to carry our children.  He doesn’t love you.”  The words
pierced
through Kerri’s chest like an arrow.  She felt like her heart was breaking into a million pieces.  It couldn’t be true, could it? 

“Patrick just used
you,
”  Jay said the words casually.  They ripped through her soul.  Tears started to spill out of her eyes, trailing down her cheeks.  She couldn’t believe this.  She loved Patrick.  She had trusted him.  Now she felt so betrayed. 

“But don’t worry sweetie.  I will put you out of your misery before that happens.”  Jay grinned at her as he pulled out a gun.  Kerri’s eyes grew large as she looked at the black barrel pointing at her.  He had the gun between her eyes, his finger on the trigger. 

“Don’t worry this will be a quick and painless death.”  There was a smirk on his face now.  Kerri sobbed with terror as she closed her eyes and uttered a small prayer.  She didn’t want to die. 

She flinched as she heard him cock the gun.  She knew the end was near and started to tremble.  She tried to plead with him through her gagged
lips,
but it was useless. 

Jay was about to pull the trigger when a crashing noise sounded throughout the room.  Patrick, in his bear form, suddenly tackled Jay to the ground.  The gun flew to the other side of the room, out of his grasp.  The two of them started to fight, their animal forms roaring and lashing out at each other.  Suddenly, Patrick turned into his human form and dashed for the gun.  He grabbed it quickly and pointed it at the wolf.  Without
reserve,
he pulled the trigger.  Jay hit the ground, lifeless.  Patrick unloaded the gun to find silver bullets.  How ironic. 

Patrick then made his way to
Kerri,
who was sobbing.  He quickly untied her before pulling her into his arms. 

“Shh… it’s okay now
…
you’re safe
…
he’ll never hurt you again.  I promise.”  He whispered as he kissed the top of her head.  She cried into his chest for a moment.

“P…Patrick?”  She whispered softly, looking up at him with
red-rimmed
eyes. 

“Yes, sweetie?” 

“J… Jay… said that you were using me… that the baby would kill me…”  Kerri was going to continue when Patrick stopped her.  He gently put his finger to her lips.  He gently took hold of her face, his hands on her cheeks. Their eyes locked. 

“Would I ever hurt you?”  She hesitated before shaking her head.  “And do you know why I would never hurt you?”  She again shook her head. 

“Because I love you.” 

*****

THE END

I tried to avoid looking at the clock.  It always seemed to make my shift pass slower when I knew the time.  Instead, I surveyed the grocery store for any customers that may come my way and found none, really.  Working in the wee hours of the morning would do that I suppose, but it made every night drag on almost unbearably. 

My book that I had brought with me wouldn’t last the entire night and I was hoping to save it until later so I could finish on the bus ride home.  But, it was an indulgence I couldn’t avoid, so I picked up the small paperback and committed myself to a couple hours of reading.

“Ahem…” I heard from behind my register. 

I looked, assuming it was my boss, and I wasn’t wrong.

“Cassidy, I know it’s a boring night, but could you at least make it
look
like you’re doing something?  If it stays this slow then I’ll have to send you or Margaret home.”  He said while pushing his funny little glasses back to the crook of his nose.

“Understood,” I said with a sigh while replacing my bookmark and book.  The windows looked a bit dirty, so I snagged a nearby bottle of window cleaner and a rag and begrudgingly trudged toward the new task.

As I passed, I shot Maggie a glance of utter boredom and desperation. 

“If I didn’t need money, Maggie, life would be a lot easier.  And, I wouldn’t have to deal with cleaning windows when my degree says I should be designing buildings.”  I said in passing.

“If I didn’t need money then I probably wouldn’t be sober right now.”  She replied.

I giggled and continued for the entrance.  The doors parted, and I walked through in a regal manner.  I pretended they opened just for me; closing my eyes to imagine the court waiting for my grand entrance.

Then I bumped into him.

“Excuse me,” I said, “sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

He was, unfortunately, gorgeous and the klutz that I imagined myself as made me blush in embarrassment.  His face was rugged, and square jawed with a tousle of light auburn hair poking from his weather beaten cowboy hat.  What caught my notice the most were his perfect blue eyes, gazing down at me.

He stifled a laugh and I knew my chances were pretty nil on him asking me out on a date. 

“So, do you like to walk with your eyes closed often?” he asked, a bit of an accent slurred from his tongue.  He must be a southerner judging from the hat and the accent. 

“Well, a queen doesn’t need to watch where she’s going,” I responded with a devilish grin.

“Queen, eh?  Well, your majesty, do you think you could help me with some shopping?  I’m a bit new ‘round here and I’m sure a Queen would know these parts best.”  He replied.

“Oh, of course!” I struggled out, “One moment.” 

I threw the rag and the bottle of cleaner to Maggie, while mouthing the words, ‘so hot’.  She nodded and couldn’t help but laugh.  I straightened my hair and clothes a bit and returned to the stranger.

“Right this way,” I said.

He offered out an arm, which seemed like a bit of an odd gesture, but I gladly maneuvered to his side and hooked my arm under his. 

“Alright, so what are you looking for, mister …?”

“Harris, John Harris.  Glad to meet you, for the first time missy.”  He said.

“Oh, Mr. Harris-“

“John, please.  Mr. Harris is my dad’s name.  And he ain’t dead yet.  Lovely lady like you callin’ me Mister would just break my heart,” He said.

I was now feeling a little flush over the kind compliment; I don’t think I’ve ever been called a ‘lovely lady’ before. 
             

“I need some orange juice and soup for a good buddy of mine who went and got himself sick on the ride over.  Think you could help me out, miss…” he said with a smile. 

“Cassidy,” I replied, “just Cassidy.  And, I can help you with that just fine.  Follow me.”

I led him around the store; he bought a few things more than just some juice and soup.  After the few small moments we spent wandering around the store like a new couple we slowly started to return to my register.

“I suppose this is where we part ways,” he said, a bit downtrodden at the thought before he added, “I’ll be here for about a week before heading home, wouldn’t suppose you’d be interested in showing me the ins and outs of the area on your day off?”     

I started feeling flush again; this charming cutie asking me out on a date was overwhelming.  I barely managed to say anything in response.

“Ye … yes, I think I can work something out.  I’m off tomorrow if you’d like,” I said.

“How about the day after,” he replied, “I’m a bit busy tomorrow; unless you want to show me around the city at night, say around 6pm?”

It went from a daytime stroll to an evening date in just one sentence, and it was an offer to which I couldn’t imagine saying ‘no’.

“Okay, tomorrow afternoon at 6pm.  BUT, since I don’t know you well enough to be out past 10 o’clock I may need to call it an early evening.  Think you can handle that, MISTER John?” 

He smiled, with those amazing high cheekbones, at my attempt at humor. 

“I think I can handle that MISS Cassidy.  Wear something for walkin’; don’t need to dress up all fancy for me.  I like knowing you aren’t expecting me to carry you everywhere when a shoe breaks.”  He said. 

He pulled out a small notepad from his pocket along with a pen and wrote down a phone number and address. 

“Be out front of there at 6 and we’ll have ourselves a time.”  He grabbed his bags, gave me a brief hug and left. 

Meanwhile, I stared at his butt in those tight jeans as he walked out the door.  Then I heard a snapping sound in my ear.

“Cassidy, if you keep staring your eyes are going to fall out.” resounded Maggie’s voice echoing in my head.

“Maggie, if they fall out, at least the last thing I got to see was that.”

With another laugh, she wandered back to her register and I to mine.  I reached down, picked up my book and shoved the note inside.  Tomorrow would be quite interesting.

2.

I must have had the wrong address.  I was standing in front of what I can only assume was the most expensive hotel in the city.  It was easy to laugh at myself over the prank John must’ve been pulling on me.  Call myself a queen and meet at a hotel that only a queen would stay in.

Nevertheless I wanted to see if he would still show.  I pulled out the slip of paper from between the pages of my book and dialed the number. 

“Hello?” it was him and at least he hadn’t given me a fake phone number as well.

“Hi, this is Cassidy.  Okay, I’m laughing at your joke.  Are you really meeting me in front of this palace?”  I quipped.

“Joke?” he said quizzically, “I’ll be down in a minute, wait right there.” 

The line went silent and I got lost in thought for a moment.  I slapped myself on the cheeks to see if I was perhaps dreaming but all I felt was the sting of my own hands.  If he really was staying
at this place
I would have to ask him how.

It wasn’t too long before he strolled out of the building.  This time he was wearing a plain leather jacket over a sturdy white shirt and his hat still resting on his head.  The jacket looked like it could barely hold in his broad shoulders and his rough jeans were still stained with dirt.  He looked quite out of place when compared to the other suit wearers adorning the sidewalk.

“You stayed here?” I said

“Where else should I stay?  My assistant set this up, I’m not one for high places; I like to keep my feet on the ground.” He said, straightening his jacket.

“You look ready for a day on the town, what would you like to see?” I asked. 

He thought for a moment, “I want to go somewhere that locals go.  Where do you go when the night is young?”

I doubt he’d like to go to the corner bar that I frequent, but I wouldn’t mind getting a drink to take everything in. 

“I have a small bar near my place that I enjoy.  We could go there.  If we walk, it’ll pass by one of my favorite sights in the city.”

He gave me a look up and down, admiring my slim physique it seemed.  I took his advice and wore a pair of jeans that I like that made my backside more pronounced.  I also threw on a pair of old calf length boots that I used to wear hiking which were more comfy than my work shoes. 

“Tell me, did you wear those jeans to entice me?  Cause you really didn’t have to try that hard, Darlin’” he said.

“I wear what I wear because I like it, it’s up to you if you like it too, but this is the best I have for a long walk.” I replied.

“I think a nice long walk oughta do us some good.  Not too hot or cold, I think it’s just about right.”  He presented his arm to me again and I gladly took it.

He was right, the weather was quite nice.  These late summer nights were wonderful for casual strolls and the cool breeze coming off from the water just made me want to come closer to him for warmth.  I almost wondered if he’d planned this all along.

We continued to chat as we walked along the avenues and after a few blocks I turned down toward the ocean where we eventually stopped.

I leaned over the iron railing, staring out at the ocean that lapped along the shoreline beneath me.  The ebb and flow of the water soothed my nerves whenever I came here and now was no different.

“I love this place,” I said, “I can’t imagine being somewhere else. 
The calming sound of the ocean, the ocean breeze and the sounds of the cars on the road driving along just make the city feel so alive and real.
  Each and every time I travel I end up missing home and I always end up missing this.”  I gestured.

He leaned in next to me and looked out over the ocean, while the sun set far in the distance.  Silent and stern faced he watched, taking in the sights and sounds. 

“It reminds me of my own home.  I might not have an ocean, but the feeling is the same.”

“Where do you live?”  I asked.

“I have a ranch in Texas.  It’s bigger than I can work alone, but at least I know it’s mine,” he said.  He seemed proud to talk of home.

I stood silent and let myself relax. 

“I could use a drink,” I said, “we’re not far from the bar.”

He nodded and we continued on.  The mood shifted and I could feel his need to return home. 

We entered the corner bar, Nelson’s pub.  It was dark inside for the most part, behind the bar a strand of white Christmas light illuminated the shelves of liquor and in the back a low hanging lamp lit the pool table that was being used by a few people laughing about who knows what.

I sat at the table I liked, the one nearest the bay window that looked out to the street.  The seats were low but comfortable, but it was an awkward fit for a tall man like John.  He looked so out of place with his knees smacking into the tabletop.  He spent a few seconds trying to find the most comfortable position before just pulling the chair out and crossing his legs at an angle away from the table.

“I’ll just stick to bourbon,” John said to the woman taking our order. 

I decided that beer would be easiest and we continued our conversation.  Though most of the conversation in the beginning amounted to pleasantries and small talk it began to get a little more serious and sometimes playful as the drinks started to wear on.

“So, when are you going to invite me to visit?” I asked with a drunken smile.

“When do you
want
to visit?” he replied. 

“I’m only joking I think; besides, weren’t you going to invite me up to your room?” I said.

“I
could
invite you to my room, but I think you’d enjoy the trip.  You could take my jet.”

“Your jet?” I asked giving a laugh of non-belief, “what else do you own, a private island?”

“I sold the island, it’s not as much fun and I hardly ever went,” he said, “I just like relaxing after a nice long ride more than sitting on some beach.”

I couldn’t stifle my laughter; this guy was really trying to show off. 

“Okay, I’m done for the night.” I said. 

He took another sip and finished off his fifth bourbon of the night and stood up.

“Well, shall we head back to my place, or yours?” he asked expectantly.

“I shall head back to my place, and you shall head back to yours.  I don’t think I can seriously stay with some guy I just met.  Especially when that guy goes and tells a bunch of stories I can hardly believe.  It’s been a pleasure getting to know you,
mister
John.  Have a safe trip home.”  With that I picked myself up, cautiously, and started feeling a little more drunk than I thought.

“Watch yourself,” he said, “here let me get you home at least.”

He held me upright better than I was able to hold myself.  I did take a bit of comfort in his grasp and he seemed trustworthy.  Whether that was the alcohol or me talking I couldn’t say, but at least I would have a safer walk home with him nearby.

“This way,” I said pointing to the wall, realizing a bit too late my error then pointing for the door.