Romance: Motorcycle Club Romance: Outlaw Biker's Baby (Contemporary Alpha Male MC Biker Romance) (Bad Boy MC Biker Pregnancy Romance) (60 page)

About an hour trip from the ranch was a small town, maybe a
couple of
hundred people in total lived inside and most only lived there to take care of their shops. 

I enjoyed the charm of the small town, nothing of note
really
happened,
so it was relaxing.  It was nothing compared to home. 

Mike parked beside the
road,
and we walked for the most part.  The first stop was the bank, and I didn’t want to go in at
first,
but Mike said it’d be better than waiting around outside.  So I followed him to meet with the manager.

Mr. Grant was quite lenient when it came to paying back
loans
and was always looking to make things right, rather than make money.  I took a seat next to Mike, opposite Mr. Grant.

“Mike,
I’m not seeing
much in the way of revenue here, ya got three extra hands doing the work of one, and they’re bleeding ya dry.”

Mr. Grant still liked to tell it how it is.

“They’re family; I can’t let ‘em go.  Besides, it’s almost time for
harvest,
and I’ll need the extra people.”

“Ya don’t need three people to work your farm, Mike.”

“Okay listen, how much do I owe you.”

Mr. Grant went quiet; he was still a shrewd
businessman
.

“Mike, I’ve been
lookin’
over your accounts.  I don’t think you’ll be able to handle the fee this month if you still want to be able to eat.”

Mike let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair.  I could see he was forcing back a headache.

“Can you give me a little more time to get the money together then,” Mike asked.

“I can see what I can do, but at this rate, you have about two months before someone is going to send you a notice.”

“They’re going to foreclose on the farm?”

“They’ll do just that, Mike.  It’s everything you got
anyway
.”

“Then I’ll just have to find a way to come up with the money.  Don’t suppose you know any rich
ladies
lookin’
to pay for a
poke
, would you?”

“Ugh, you’re as incorrigible as ever, Mike.  Get
outta
here.”

With that, he ushered us out.  I kept my mouth shut as best I could, but I doubt it
really
helped anything.

“What else are we in town for, Mike,” I asked.

“Well, I need a
couple
things for dinner for the next week, let’s get that and head on out.”

I nodded and followed along like a baby duckling following its mother.  The sun was starting to take away all the rain from the previous night; I liked the smell that lingered in the air.  It was all so fresh.

A few minutes later and we were back in the truck, ready to return home with our spoils, and possibly bad news. 
A short
ways down the road, off the beaten path, Mike pulled over. 

“Don’t tell the boys about the bank meeting,” he said.

He wasn’t even looking at me, almost like he was ashamed to say it. 

“I don’t talk about what you do in town, and I’m sure they’d be jealous to find out what we do on the way back.” 

I unbuttoned the top of my shirt, showing a little more skin and hoping that Mike would look over. 

“You got that right, Jennie,” he said, turning toward me with a hungry look in his eye.

I hopped from the truck with a blanket in my hand and threw it out over the tall grass beside me.  I doubted more than two people used this road on a weekly basis, us being one of them.

I tore off my boots and threw them
aside
while Mike started pulling his still buttoned shirt over his head.

I remember the first time we did this, I was a little drunk still a month back, but
I
knew that
I
wanted Mike the moment I saw him.

He
was blessed
with good looks that he didn’t realize he had.  His chiseled jaw could cut glass, and his muscular build would always make me a little wet when he would
walk by
.

I even liked his tousled hat-hair when he threw off his cap.  And I knew I
liked
him even though I did like to take poke fun at him for his reading glasses.  It was a surprise when I found him peeking at me through a hole in the bathroom one day.  I remember confronting him about it right away, but I never covered up the hole. 

I felt like I couldn’t undress fast enough, and I never minded the help.  I undid the clasp on my
jeans,
and he struggled to pull them all the way off. 

I didn’t bother wearing underwear today since I knew we were riding into town.  I liked to surprise him when I could.  He could tell how turned on I was with just a glance. 

I leaned up and decided to help him out of his pants as well, but not before I stopped for a quick snack.  I pulled his jeans down just far enough to pull his throbbing member from his boxers.  He was already hard and ready for me, which was perfect because I didn’t know how long I was going to last.

I licked along his shaft before pulling him into my mouth.  I could tell he was enjoying it by the way he moaned softly.  He got a little weak in the knees as I ran my hand along with my mouth. 

He clenched
hard,
and I could feel him start to squirt his seed down my throat.  I suppose I’m too good at this, or he
was just more turned
on that I thought.

I thought he might want to wait a minute, but he was still as hard as a rock.  He rubbed along my slit with his hand, and I could feel myself oozing out for him, ready to take him in.

“Don’t wait too long,” I said.

He lay down on top of me, pushing my legs aside.  I could feel him rubbing up and down my wet slit before he started sliding his beast into me.

He
felt
enormous when he was inside, I wasn’t exactly a big girl, but I didn’t think that would make a difference.  I felt both tense and relaxed at the same time.  My muscles grabbed onto his member, trying to choke every last bit of his seed out of him.

I could tell he
really
liked it as he began to thrust harder and harder with each passing moment.  My chest became
flush,
and my sex was burning hot as he continued to pump.

I couldn’t last much longer, he grabbed my butt and with one final
thrust,
I could feel a release.  I felt waves of passion overwhelm all my senses as he shot more of his white fluid into me. 

Rarely in life have I ever felt such
passion
from a man or from anyone for that matter. 

“Tell
me,
Mike, why don’t you want the other guys to know?” I asked.

“Jennie, those guys are like my brothers.  Do you want to live in a household where your sisters know that you’re having sex with the only man in the house?  I didn’t think so.  It’s just best to keep it quiet.”

I giggled, thinking about being with my sister again.  She might be a bit of a
prude,
but I still wondered what she was doing from time to time, I’m sure she thought the same of me.

“Mike, we’re running late.  We should probably cut the pillow talk and get back,” I said while trying to hunt down my pants.

Now dressed, and back in the car, we made it a quick trip back to the ranch.

3.

Buck and Larry stood
at
the front porch with expressions on their faces that didn’t instill confidence.  A sour feeling came into my stomach as we walked toward the front.

“What’s going on, Larry,” started Mike.

“We lost almost half,” he replied.

Mike’s mood seemed to switch almost instantly. 

“Are you kidding me?!” he shouted.  A
strew
of expletives flew from his mouth for what seemed like a minute before he calmed down.

“Okay, let’s have a look,” was all he added.

The four of us hiked out to the field in the back.  They weren’t lying at
all. I
t
looked
like a good amount of the crops were uprooted and destroyed.

I could feel Mikes rage building as he crouched down to inspect the ruined field.  He looked defeated; there wasn’t any way to get out of this.  I was sure that Mr. Grant’s words were weighing heavily on his mind. 

“What can we salvage?”

“That’s just it.  Buck and I have been working on that all morning.  It’s slow
going,
but we might be able to get about a quarter of that back in the ground.  A good sum of it is just too far gone to be of any use.”

“Alright, guys get your hands in the dirt, let’s get this done.”

I slopped around in wet fields, with
fairly
uncomfortable
jeans for the rest of the day.  I didn’t have any time to sneak off to change, even when I had a quick bathroom break.  This field meant a lot to Mike, and I figured it meant a little more than my
own
comfort. 

I wanted to console Mike as only a woman could.  But, I wanted to respect the distance he kept between us.  I didn’t
want
to force anything.

As night fell across the
ranch,
the hum of the lights inside sprung to
life
.  Without any
light,
it was almost impossible to do much else.  We all headed back inside for some food and
shut-eye
. 

I ate more than
usual;
I hadn’t worked that hard since my first day on the
ranch,
and it showed.  My bruises had bruises, and I was still a bit weak in the knees from earlier.  I waited for Buck and Larry to head off to sleep before I confronted Mike.

“What are you
goin’
to do, Mike,” I asked plainly.

“I’m
fixin’
to do what I always do, Jennie,” he replied.

“Yeah, and what’s that?”

“Pray to
God
for a miracle, and another month,” he let out an uncomfortable chuckle. 

I walked over to his side, and now that nobody was looking, I gave him a long embrace.  I knew he needed it.  He just leaned
into
my breast and held me in turn. 

After a few minutes, I let him go.

“I’m
headin’
off to bed. 
Lot
of work
waitin’
for us tomorrow.”

He just nodded and leaned back in his chair. 

With the comfort of my
bed
and the weariness in my bones, I nodded off to sleep almost instantly.

The next day was the same.  We would wake up and eat as much as we could for breakfast before returning to the grueling work of repairing the field.

For the next
week,
my muscles ached and begged me to rest, but I never gave in.  I could see the rest of the group feeling the same
way,
and I didn’t want to be the only person to give in.

Once we finished with the field, I could see a bit of hope return to Mike’s sullen face.  I was glad that he was starting to get back to the way
he
was. 

The month flew
by,
and I could tell that he was still incredibly nervous.  I
started
to get nervous as well when I was late for my period.  When we went into town at the beginning of the next
month,
I ducked into the pharmacy store and bought a pregnancy test.

I rode
silently all the way back to the ranch house
.  I think Mike could sense my nerves.

“You
doin’
alright, Jennie,” he asked.

“Oh, I’m just fine; I think it was the eggs Larry made for breakfast.”

Mike laughed and understood.  But, when we arrived, I rushed upstairs to the bathroom.  I didn’t know what I was hoping for, positive or negative.

Mike was an amazing guy, so having his baby would be an experience like none other.  But, the idea of giving birth was scary.  I wouldn’t be much help around the ranch, aside from being the cook and
cleaning lady
.  Then to top it off, we’d have to tell Buck and Larry that we had been sleeping together for quite a while, which might rile them up a bit.

I let out a sigh; I would accept whichever the outcome with a happy face and figure it out from there.  I shook as I plucked the test off the countertop and looked.