Released: MC Secret Baby Romance (New Adult Contemporary Biker Romance) (10 page)

“Whose is she, Skye?”

“I don’t know, Luke,” I lied. “I slept around in high school, but I know she’s not yours.” It couldn’t have been further from the truth. Luke was my first and only in high school. Tears slid down my face, but I wiped them away furiously. My heart felt heavy with the weight of all the lies I had told over the past few years.

“Is that why your parents kicked you out?” Luke asked, suddenly sober.

“Yes. I made the choice they couldn’t live with.” My thoughts drifted back to the night I told them that I was pregnant with Emmy and that was the last time I had ever spoken to my parents. “Luke, sleep it off. We will talk in the morning,” I said, standing up from the couch. Gathering a blanket and pillow from the cupboard, I settled Luke in before softly padding into my own bedroom, the sound of his soft snores following me, as I closed the door.

The sound of the shower running stirred me from my dreams.
What on earth
?

“Luke” I groaned, as I threw the covers off me and quickly shrugged my robe on. What is he doing? Quietly slipping out of my bedroom, I bumped straight into Luke who was only wrapped in a small towel, his chest bare, showing his incredibly-toned body. I felt myself blush as I tried to avert my gaze, ignoring the feelings that stirred at the pit of my belly. We stood face-to-face, in silence, stretching in the air before Luke spoke.

“I borrowed a towel. I hope you don’t mind.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the words that came out of Luke’s mouth. They were far from what I expected. “I hope I didn’t wake you?”

“I’m a light sleeper; comes from being a mom.”

“The last thing I expected to find you hiding was your daughter, Skye. Why?”

“I was ashamed. Not of Emmy, of course,” I added quickly, “but of still being here while you and Christina are off living amazing lives.”

“It might seem amazing to you Skye, and it is, but some parts are found lacking – the parts without you.” There was defiance in his voice.

“I missed you, Luke.” The words escaped my lips before I had a chance to think about the repercussions. I didn’t have a chance to think about the next move. Luke’s mouth crushed onto mine, and I felt my lips part, hungry for his touch. He bent down and lifted me onto him, carrying me into the bedroom, and laying me gently down on the bed. He gazed down at me, and I could see the hunger in his eyes, my heart hammering away in my chest.

Luke’s hands tore at my robe, sliding it down over my shoulders and revealing my silky nightgown underneath. His growl tore through the air, as his hands moved under the material onto my bare skin, his kisses coming fast and furious. With quick fingers, I undid the knot that kept his towel on, letting it drop to the floor, revealing his naked body underneath. Our kiss broke as Luke moved his mouth down my jaw, onto my check, and, finally, down onto my breasts. Sliding away the flimsy material of my nightgown, Luke took my nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. Each touch felt electric. It had been too long – way too long – since I had been touched like this. Through the dim light that came through the door of the bathroom, I could see his eyes shine as he watched me. His hands trailed down my body, and I felt my hips widen to take in his hand. The stirring in the pit of my belly became a fire, and I moaned as his hand delved between my legs, finding me already wet and waiting for him. He moved his attention to my other breast as his hand stroked me, gently at first, before becoming harder and faster as my body readied itself for him.

“Luke,” I moaned, as all the memories of graduation night came flooding back to me. Without averting his gaze, his head moved down my body, his whiskers grazing the soft skin of my belly. My hands seized the sheets, as his mouth met the silky material of my panties.

“Please” I begged. This was tormenting. Hooking two fingers under the flimsy material, Luke slid my panties down my leg. He smiled at me before once again dipping between my legs with his tongue. I felt the first stirrings build underneath me as my hips bucked against him. Gently tugging at Luke’s hair, I guided him back toward me, my lips meeting his. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I reached down to find his cock hard beneath my hand.

Luke’s eyes widened as I guided him into me, but I was not the wide-eyed and innocent girl that he had once known. I could see the pleasure in his eyes as he entered me. I was more than ready for him. My back arched as he slid in and out, each thrust tipping me closer to the edge. Sliding his hand between my legs, Luke teased my clit, gentle at first before increasing the pressure. As the waves of orgasm came around me, I called out his name feeling my pussy spasm around his cock, holding him tight against me.

***

I watched her, as she lies beneath me, her eyes lidded as her orgasm washed over her. As her pussy tightened around my cock, I felt the first stirrings of my own orgasm start. She had taken me by surprise; she was no longer the timid virgin, but a strong woman who knew what she wanted.

Skye fitted me perfectly, my cock filling every inch of her. She looked up at me, a smile playing on her lips. Pushing gently on my shoulders, she rolled me over, so that she was now straddling me. Skye towered above me, riding my cock hard and fast, taking pleasure in it. My hands moved over her body, feeling the softness of her belly and the tenderness of her breasts.

“Skye,” I moaned, as I felt myself come. Skye held me tight as my hips bucked against hers. I lay back on the bed, every part of me spent. Lowering herself down, she kissed me softly. Running my fingers through her hair, I cupped her face and found myself staring into her eyes. We lay like that for a few moments – connected as one, Skye’s head on my chest. This was different, and it scared me.

Chapter 10

“There’s nowhere else I want to be, Luke, than here with you,” I whispered into the night, as I felt Luke’s breathing even out. I knew this couldn’t last. Luke would leave in a few days to resume his life in Colorado, and Emmy and I would go back to our existence, leaving me to once again watch him walk out of my life.

Opening my eyes, I could see that morning had well and truly come. Stretching, I could feel nothing but empty space where Luke had once been lying.

Emmy
, I thought, as I quickly rose from the bed, shrugging my robe back on. I followed Emmy’s musical laughter down the hall and into the lounge. They hadn’t heard me approach, and my heart thudded in my chest when I saw Luke sitting on the floor with Emmy, gently brushing the hair of one of her dolls. Emmy chatted away to Luke, unperturbed to see a strange man in the house. She had just simply accepted him there. Luke looked nothing like the playboy NFL player the papers portrayed him to be, and for the first time, I doubted my decision to lie to Luke.

“Good morning, you two,” I said brightly, announcing my presence in the room. It broke my heart to interrupt them, but no good could come of this.

“Mommy!” Emmy exclaimed excitedly before running over to me on her chubby legs. I bent down and scooped her up as she snuggled into my hair.

“Good morning,” Luke murmured, watching me and Emmy intently. The pit of my stomach knotted.
Did he suspect the truth
?

“She’s a great kid,” he remarked, as he unfurled his long legs and rose from the floor, placing the doll gently on the table. I gently put Emmy back down on the floor.

“Go meet mommy in the kitchen. Let’s make breakfast.”

“Pancakes!” Emmy squealed excitedly before dashing into the kitchen. I watched her leave before turning my attention back to Luke.

“I have to go,” Luke said, leaning down and kissing me softly on the lips, “but I will see you tonight at the rehearsal dinner.” I nodded in reply, telling myself I still had a few hours to come up with a reason why I couldn’t go. Luke squeezed my hand gently before kissing me once again and shutting the door firmly behind him.

“Mommy!” Emmy called out from the kitchen impatiently. The door closed with a quiet click, and I turned my attention back to Emmy, softly crossing the lounge and into the kitchen, watching my golden-haired daughter busy herself with gathering the ingredients for pancakes. There was no denying the resemblance; she was every inch Luke’s.

Chapter 11

“This one is yours, Mr. Wallace,” the man behind the counter said, as he handed me the garment bag that contained my new tuxedo. Max stood in front of the mirror, admiring himself as he tried yet another tux.

“What do you think?” he asked, turning back toward me.

“It’s nice,” I agreed. It was a simple black tuxedo, the same as the other fifty he had tried on.

“Big help you are,” he teased before turning back to admire himself in the mirror. I liked Max well enough, but he was incredibly superficial. Looks and money were more important to him than anything.

“You seem distracted,” Max said, as he paid for the tuxes.

“Just thinking about the next season is all.” I could feel the first prickle of irritation at the back of my neck, the last place I wanted to be right now was here with Max.

“Ah, you’re a shoe-in, don’t worry about that,” he said, slapping me firmly on the back, but it wasn’t the next season that was playing on my mind.

“What would you know?” I snapped, pulling away from him. Max’s eyebrow rose.

“Hey buddy, sorry if I overstepped.”

“Let’s go home,” I said, wrenching the door open. Max didn’t try again, my own foul mood spoiling the moment. All I could think about was Skye and the amazing connection that we seemed to share. But then, there was Emmy. Skye told me she wasn’t mine, but there was something about her – the same blonde hair, and the same eyes.

Was Skye lying to me? Was Emmy really mine? Had Skye given up on her music because of Emmy, and was I to blame
?

***

“Hi,” I said, as Luke met me at the door. Slipping out of the house, I quietly closed the door before joining him at the curb. I felt about as nervous as a schoolgirl on her first date. I couldn’t come up with a reason to get out of tonight, and to be honest with myself, I hadn’t tried all that hard. It had taken me forever to get ready, my wardrobe too old and dated for an event such as tonight. I had finally settled on a floral-print dress that showed off my curves and had pinned my hair in retro-loose curls.

“Hi. You look great.” There was something in his tone that wasn’t altogether welcoming.

“Are you okay?” I asked, as we walked toward the SUV. Luke opened the door but didn’t say anything. The silence continued as we drove. Luke switched on the radio to sports radio which was full of news on the upcoming draft.

“Are you nervous?” I asked, trying to break the stony silence.

Luke looked at me. “Nope,” he said, before turning his attention back to the road.

I glanced over at him, his jaw was set firmly, and he radiated fury. I felt sick. My heart hammered away in my chest and my mouth was dry.

He knew about Emmy. Pulling the SUV into the parking lot, he slipped wordlessly from the car and came around, helping me to the ground. I sighed.
This was going to be a long night
.

“Luke, you’re getting drunk,” I whispered to him, as he snatched yet another scotch from the waiter making the rounds. His foul mood had continued, and guests were starting to give him a wide berth the more he drank.

“What’s it to you,” he snapped at me.

“Luke, I’m going to get a cab and go home.” I pulled away from him and headed through the double doors.

The night was cool and it felt refreshing on my skin. Guilt ate away at me as I crossed the lot in search of a cab, furiously wiping away the tears that spilled down my cheeks. I turned to the sound of footsteps running up behind me as I walked past Luke’s SUV.

“Skye, wait,” Luke said, as he joined me, gently holding onto my arms. “I couldn’t let you go without telling you how beautiful you are.” For the first time tonight, his face showed kindness instead of fury. “I’m sorry for being a jerk, Skye. Please, don’t cry.” Luke’s fingers wiped away the tears that cascaded down my cheeks, tilting my head up to look at him. “I wanted you then, and I want you now.” I stood on my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around Luke’s neck, pulling him down to me.

“I’ve only ever wanted you,” I admitted, breaking away from our kiss.

Luke’s eyes lit up, his lips crashing onto mine, as he turned and pinned me against the car.

“You look fucking amazing in that dress,” he growled, his hand sliding up under my dress and across my silk panties. I shuddered under his touch, wetness starting to grow between my legs. My hands fumbled at his belt as I pulled him close to me. His lips broke apart from mine, moving down my cheek to the hollow of my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my side.

“Tell me it’s not true. Tell me Emmy isn’t mine,” he murmured. I felt myself still, the words cutting through me like a knife. Luke pushed himself away from me, holding himself up with one arm against the roof of the SUV.

“Skye!” His eyes searched mine. he was pleading with me to tell him it wasn’t true.

“I…” I started, but I couldn’t meet his gaze. He knew at that moment that it was true. Emmy was his. Pushing himself off the car, he walked away before turning back toward me angrily.