Romance: Motorcycle Club Romance: Outlaw Biker's Baby (Contemporary Alpha Male MC Biker Romance) (Bad Boy MC Biker Pregnancy Romance) (84 page)

I looked
to
the sky and saw the clouds making fun shapes, reminding me of the days I’d laid in the tall grass with my mother and gave them all names as they passed by. 

I inhaled what I would quickly consider my first free breath of air. 
There were no patients needing
to
be watched
, nor doctors ordering me about; there
was
only the road and the wind, and the roar of the engine.

My apartment seemed like a cage in my memory, something that I entered to escape the outside world.  But, now I saw it as a prison cell that I tucked myself into to lock myself away from the rest of the world.

Time passed, I don’t know how much of it, but I could see the sun beginning to make its way toward the distant horizon.  Axel pulled us off the road and into a strip mall parking lot.  I wondered where we were heading, but it became
clear
when I saw the shop.

He stopped the bike just outside the door and unlocked the shutter, letting us both inside, before locking it closed again.

“This is where I work,” he said.

5.

“So, why did you bring me here,” I asked.

He reached over and pulled a length of cloth off another motorcycle sitting nearby.  The motorcycle was a sight to behold, gleaming in the light with chrome and glossy new paint.

“I’m building it as a wedding present to my dad,” he said.

I reached out and ran a hand along the length of it.

“This is a gorgeous
bike; I
’m sure he’ll love it,” I said.

He smiled.  It was the first time I’d
really
seen him smile.  The tense look that I had seen him wear the previous night seemed to disappear.

“Okay, there’s nobody else here, are you able to talk now,” I asked.

He let out a sigh.

“I’ll take that as a no,” I said.

“I just don’t have much to say,” he said.

“You don’t have to say a lot, I just want to know why I feel like you’re giving me the cold shoulder,” I said.

“I didn’t think I
was being
cold,” he replied.

“Well, you were.”

“I have my reasons,” he said.

“So you admit that you
were being
cold,” I said, slipping him up.

“I have to be,” he said.

“And, why is that?” I wondered.

“I can’t tell you,” he replied.

“I won’t stop pushing until you do, it’s what siblings are for,” I said.

He leaned against a nearby work bench and crossed his arms.

“You have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone,” he said.

I was a little intrigued that he would say something like that; he didn’t seem the type to be worried about saying what was on his mind, nor did he
seem
to care what others
really
thought about his opinions.

“I promise,” I said, hoping he’d open up.

He waited a few moments to see if I was
really
telling the truth; once he was satisfied
with my answer
he opened up.

“I find you incredibly attractive,” he said.

I was indeed surprised to hear it, and the shock of it caused me to be at a loss for words.  Then again, I knew what I wanted to say, but not how to say it.

“What do you like about me,” I asked, playfully.

“The first thing I noticed was your big, blue eyes,” he said. 

“Most people
notice
those first, keep going,” I said.

“Then I couldn’t take my eyes off your long slender legs,” he continued.

“I do like to run when I can,” I replied, taking a small step closer to him.

“Then your luscious lips,” he
exhaled,
and I could see his breath in the cold workshop.

I moved in close and caressed his cheek with my hand.

“You know, we aren’t officially siblings until tomorrow,” I whispered into his ear.

His eyes went
wide,
and he threw his arms around me.  His powerful muscles picked me up from the ground with ease and sat me on the nearby bench. 

Our ride together on the motorcycle had sent my head spinning in all
directions,
and the feeling of freedom that I had gleaned from it made me want to try everything all at once, starting with the gorgeous man in front of me. 

I could already feel my heart racing at his slightest touch, and the feeling sent shivers through every part of my body.  He massaged his hand up and down my leg as he leaned in for a kiss that I readily provided.  My lips hungrily searched for his whenever he pulled away.

The room was cold, but I didn’t mind in the slightest.  I didn’t even mind when he unbuttoned my jacket and tugged it off, only to throw it in the corner.  His skin was
cool
to the touch, but comforting.  I yanked his simple white shirt off his chest to expose his rippling pack of muscle, and ran my hands along the curves and taught skin beneath.

With each kiss, I could feel myself getting more turned on.  He hooked his hands under my shirt and tugged it off, exposing my tiny white bra, which he happily tugged off as well.  My nipples poked out in the cold, only to
be warmed
by the touch of his hand and the heat from his lips.

He took each on in turn and
suckled
them; as he did so I could feel my chest becoming flush.  The sensation of his lips wrapped around my nipples shot pangs through all my nerves. 

I reached down to his pants, sliding them down as best I could.  He didn’t want to relent to me moving as he seemed to be enjoying himself.  His manhood fell out of his pants, and I was impressed by his size.  I
worked
my hand along his shaft and could feel him harden with each stroke.

He returned his lips to mine and pulled me in close to him with a hand on my lower back.  The sensation was becoming unbearable in my pants; I had already soaked through my panties.

I think he
knew
because he grabbed my leggings and almost intentionally slow, lowered them down my legs, along with my simple white cotton panties.  I sat there on the exposed metal bench, dripping all over his
work space
. 

My hand returned to his engorged shaft that I could feel myself
begging for
.  I continued to kiss him on the lips as he lined his massive member up with my tiny slit. 

The few strokes of his head in my wetness
teased
my nerves, and tickled my clit, sending shooting pulses through limbs.

I tried to push myself on to
him,
but I think he knew what I was trying to do because he would pull himself back just enough to avoid it.  Then, he smiled at me wickedly and plunged himself inside.

I could feel myself
parting
, inside, and I lost my breath for a minute with the suddenness of the moment.  It seemed
to never end
, as he continued to push himself in further than I thought I had
room for
.  My welcoming sex continued to beg for it, and I panted with each inch that pushed its way inside.

I held onto the work bench, gritting myself to the slight twinges of pain I felt as he worked his way inside.  Then, it stopped.  I could feel his massive member filling me more than I had ever felt before and I was surprised.

He leaned into me and kissed me on the lips while holding my legs in place.  Then he started working himself in and out; I could feel my sex clenching around him, and he seemed to enjoy the sensation as he let out a slight moan of pleasure.  I did the same with each inch that left only to return.

It was a light sensation at first, but it gradually built up until he was pounding me hard.  I normally don’t like it rough, but he felt so good that I begged him to go harder. 

I moaned and wailed with passion at each thrust, trying desperately to catch my breath in between, but I
was just left
panting.

I could feel a sensation building up in my stomach that I hadn’t felt in a long time.  I hadn’t felt it with Mark, nor had I felt it with any of my other boyfriends. 
This was
a raw passion that swelled with each passing thrust until I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

My breath left me
altogether,
and I could feel all of my muscles tense up, a surge of excitement ran up and down every nerve in my body as I let out an earth shattering and unexpected orgasm. 

Then I could feel him tense up as well and released himself inside my welcoming womanhood. 

I sprawled out over the workbench, naked and sweating a cold sweat.  My breath showed in the room with each exhale and I laughed at the ridiculousness of it all.

I was surprised when he picked me up and flipped me onto my stomach.  The workspace was already slick with my excretions, but I smiled excitedly thinking that he might already be ready for round two.

I couldn’t see what was going on, but I could feel it.  He eased himself back into me and instead of grinding me hard, he went slowly and gently.  With his other
hand,
he rubbed my engorged clit. 

The sensations were almost too much to bear at this point; I could already feel another orgasm starting to form.  Unlike our first encounter, this one went slowly. 

I didn’t last very long, and neither did he.  And, before long we had both collapsed in each other arms on the cold cement floor of his workshop. 

I wanted to say something, but my exhaustion forced me to let
go,
and I fell asleep wrapped in his arms.

6.

When I finally woke, still crumpled up on the floor, I immediately realized how cold I was.  I curled my toes and stretched my legs to get feeling back inside them.  Without waking Axel, I pulled myself up and started getting dressed.

I didn’t have a clue how to get home, nor did I have a means to get there.  I figured I’d just wait until Axel woke up before bothering to figure it out. 

My head was full of questions that I couldn’t sort out.  I wondered if I was
really
that attracted to Axel, or if I was just looking for something to take my mind off Mark.  Whatever the case, I had made my
decision,
and there wasn’t any going back.

I wandered around the small shop, peeking through the doors and poking the various tools that
were strewn about
.  Something odd caught my eye in the office.  I couldn’t
really
make sense of it at first, but my name was on it. 

It was a slip of paper, crudely written, with my name and numbers listed next to other names.  If I had to say what I thought it was, I would say there was some
kind of
bet happening that had to do with me. 

“I was hoping you wouldn’t see that,” Axel said, pulling his jeans back on.

“What is this?” I asked.

“I don’t think I should say, but all you should know is that I put a stop to it,” he replied.

“Really Axel, I need to know,” I pleaded.

He sighed and leaned against the door.

“Some of the crew was taking bets on who would sleep with you first,” he said.

I turned back to the page and felt disgusted to look at it.  I started ripping the page into smaller and smaller pieces out of rage. 

“What the hell!?” I screamed.

He didn’t say anything.  I walked over to him and pounded on his chest.  He barely moved, and just accepted whatever punishment I could dole out.

“I told you, I put a stop to it,” he said.

“How,” I asked, with tears starting to form behind my eyes.

“Didn’t you see all the bruises on the guys last night at the bar?  Why else do you think that most of the guys left you alone?  I made them scared
to even get
close,” he said.

I wiped a tear from my cheek.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I said.

“I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.”

“Why did you want to?” I asked.

“Because
you deserve better than those creeps,” he replied.

“Are you saying you did it because I should have been with you?” I asked.

He didn’t say anything, but I could see from the look in his eye that he wanted to say yes.

“Just take me home,” I managed.  I didn’t have the strength to fight anymore.  I just needed to sleep in a regular
bed
and feel at least somewhat refreshed before tomorrow.

He passed me the helmet from the previous
day,
and I stuffed my head into it.