Released: MC Secret Baby Romance (New Adult Contemporary Biker Romance) (15 page)

I smirked. “Better.”

Chapter Eight

Annabelle

Nobody had ever touched me like Jax did—like he owned me, like he alone was capable of bringing me to the peak of pleasure. And, my body responded to it like he did too. There wasn’t a single bone in my body that wasn’t vibrating with pleasure, as his fingers skillfully worked my clit and breasts; not a single one.

Jax began to pull off his own clothes, revealing a muscular and tattooed body that nearly made me drool. His arms looked like he could bend steel beams. His chest looked like it could deflect bullets.

And, he was all mine.

When he revealed his cock, my jaw dropped open. Of course, what could I have expected? Everything about Jax was larger than life. It only made sense that his cock was too.

He leaned forward with a hard look on his face and ripped down my shorts, leaving me naked to his eyes. His gaze dragged over me, filling me with fire everywhere it went.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said.

I shivered, “You too.”

He fixed me with a crooked grin. I thought he would say something else, but he simply grabbed me by the hips and threw me onto the bed. I bounced nearly a foot up; I was sure of it. The shock of it knocked the air from my lungs, but it was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me.

He was over top of me the next moment, his chest pressing against mine, as his mouth covered my neck, licking and sucking along my pulse and jaw. My scalp tingled and my toes curled. Christ, I was about to have an orgasm just from him kissing my neck. It was insane.

I could feel his length, heavy and hard against my hip. He rubbed it between us, and I reached down to guide it toward my entrance. I needed him… now.

He chuckled and lifted his hips to help, and soon, he was pressing against me. I wiggled to try and speed along the process, but he seemed determined to tease me. He dipped in a little, and then pulled back. He did this a couple of times, and I groaned in frustration.

“Jax,” I hissed. “Please.”

He thrust in, stealing the breath from my lungs at the same time as his mouth closed over mine. I cried out against his lips; both from surprise and joy. God, did it feel good. He hit somewhere inside of me that just felt right… like a button that said, “Press here for orgasm.” Each time he pulled out and sunk in, he pressed it again… and again… until I knew that I was on the verge of the most powerful climax of my life.

I thrust up wildly against him; our hips slamming together on the mattress so hard that I began to wonder if one of us would break it, but I couldn’t stop and he couldn’t stop. Something wild and passionate was happening, and both of us were powerless in the face of it. Our bodies were in control now, and they were taking what they wanted.

My scalp tingled again, and my whole body seemed to shift ever so slightly up like I was just outside of my skin. And then, I came crashing down.

I let out a low moan, panting and writhing as my body tensed everywhere and released, then tensed again as another sweet pulse of pleasure went through me. It was magic. I opened my eyes to see Jax above me, eyes screwed closed in concentration. He was close too. I could sense it in his every movement.

I leaned up and kissed him, biting his lip and urging him along with my tongue. The moment it hit him, he slammed his mouth so hard against mine that my head hit the pillow with force. He tensed, his body turning into a rock on top of me. When he let out a sigh and released, his lips softened and kissed me tenderly.

Jax rolled to the side, and we both lay on our backs for a moment, catching our breath. I rolled over first, resting on one elbow as I studied him. “That feels better.”

He laughed, reaching over to pull me to him. I put my ear against his chest and rested my head, listening to the sound of his breathing as it normalized.

“What specifically feels better? Or is it just everything?” He patted my back. “I have that effect sometimes.”

I laughed. “The tension. You know, like I feel like we had this tension that needed resolving.”

“You’re right about that.” He rolled over, trapping me beneath him. His face was no more than an inch from mine, his breath hot on my face. “Don’t run from me again, understand?”

My heart thumped in my chest, but not from fear.

“I ran to you, don’t you remember?”

He raised himself onto his elbows, giving us a little more space. “Before that.”

I did my best at a shrug. “Everyone has their good days and their bad days.”

It was a lousy answer, but I couldn’t figure out what kind of answer he wanted. Did he want me to declare my undying love and devotion to him or something? Or was a promise that I wouldn’t run good enough?

“I won’t run as long as you don’t,” I said quietly.

Inside my head, Melissa was saying ‘careful Anna, your insecurities are showing…’

But, by some sort of miracle, Jax didn’t seem to think it was a weird thing to say. He shook his head and kissed me again, his lips firm.

“And, I want to see more of you.”

I smiled. “I guess I could come by The Cruise more often.”

“Or you could invite me up to your deck,” he said, grinning. “Seems like you guys have quite the party up there sometimes.”

I laughed. “You could say that,” I said. “It’s a fun place to hang out on summer evenings.”

“How’s the view?”

“It’s the best view in town.”

He smiled. “Not from where I’m looking.”

The End

Bonus – David - Biker

Chapter One

The rain splattered off the pavement, the splashes hitting the girl’s muddy shoes and socks as she stayed in her spot by the wall, sitting with her head bowed and hugging her knees. She was under an awning, but it didn’t matter anyway, for she was already soaked from head to toe.

Her mother had brought her here, explicitly ordering her to wait in this spot until she finished shopping before walking away. That was four hours ago. She believed her mother would come and pick her up, so she continued to wait in the same spot, not venturing to look for a better cover, and fearing her mother might not be able to find her if she left.

A cold wind blew through her and she shivered violently, proceeding to rub her hands together and blowing her breath on them in an effort to accumulate some heat. She heard scrunching noises coming near and she turned her head, eyes wide with hope, only for it to be dashed when she saw that it wasn’t her mother, but a boy standing before her.

He was scruffy, wearing a leather jacket that was too big for him. The sleeves covered his hands and were hanging off. His shoes were muddy and worn, and his hair was spiked up in every direction due to the dirt and water clinging to it. His cheek even had a smear of mud, and she wrinkled her nose in slight disgust, forgetting that she didn’t look much better.

“What are you doing over there?” the boy asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“What’s it look like?” she snapped back.

His brows furrowed. “Like an idiot wanting to get sick, that’s what!” he fired.

She stood up and walked up to the boy, pushing his chest with her finger. She was a couple of inches shorter than him, but the angry look in her eyes made him wary of her.

“Why don’t you just mind your own business?” she cried.

“I can’t!” he cried back.

“Why not?”

“Because I thought you’d get all sniffy and I was gonna give you my jacket!” he yelled.

She blinked at him, taken back. He looked away from her, but even through the heavy downpour, the red in his cheeks was apparent. He led her back under the awning before taking off his jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders. He plopped his butt on the edge of the pavement and slumped his chin to the palm of his hand.

She looked at him and the jacket before sitting down beside him. She was staying dry now, but he was getting pelted. She pulled him closer to her so he could get under the awning. It was his turn to blink at her in confusion.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, and he scoffed.

“Yeah well, don’t think I’ll do it again,” he said, making her scowl.

“It wouldn’t kill you to be nice to me,” she remarked.

He didn’t say anything in reply and she shook her head, slumping her back against the wall. She wished her mother would come soon. She was really cold now, and she didn’t know how long she could take this nosy boy’s attitude any longer.

But, she had to admit that waiting out in the rain wasn’t so bad when you have someone else to wait with.

“I’m Brooke,” she mumbled, unsure whether he’d reciprocate with her introduction. He stayed quiet for a few moments, Brooke figuring that the boy didn’t hear her, and then he spoke.

“David,” he said softly.

Despite their reluctance to express even a tiny sense of civility just a moment ago, they looked at each other and smiled.

Chapter Two

David

If anyone ever tells you to NOT chase a truck with a motorcycle, word of advice: follow them. It’ll keep you from within an inch of death, I’ll tell you that.

Although it pains me to say it, I have to. Brooke was right. I shouldn’t have let the moment escalate the way it did, but how was I supposed to know that the little weasel would have a contingency plan and take the drugs with him?

You never know how these things will turn out! That’s the reason why people think before they do something crazy, dumbass!
Now even my thoughts are using her voice in reprimanding myself. Wonderful.

I shook it off and spurred my bike faster, keeping an eye on the little shit by the window, looking at me with his eyes wide with fear.
That’s right, you better be scared, little shit
, I thought. I hung back until I was tailing the truck, letting go of one handle to point my gun at one of the locks. I took aim and fired.

I hit the latch and the door swung open, revealing two men inside plus the driver I was after. I revved the engine and raised the front of my bike, accelerating to the opening. My front wheel touched the floor and I rammed my bike inside, jumping out of it and quickly hitting the guy in the face with my fist. I heard the sound of a gunshot firing, felt something bounce off my helmet, and I glared at the perpetrator.
This bastard just tried to shoot me
! I jumped him and butted my helmet-clad head to his, knocking him out cold.

I got up and turned my head slowly to my target, his face pale-white. He was trembling, and I could already see a wet spot forming in his trousers. I smirked malevolently at him, although he probably couldn’t tell with my helmet and all.

“Keep your eyes on the road and give me the drugs, and maybe I’ll let you live,” I said.

***

“You are so fucking irresponsible!” Brooke said, slamming her hands on the table and making every glass on top of it shake. I glared at her and held my glass, so it wouldn’t topple down and soil my pants.

“I got the job done. Why the fuck does it matter how I did it?” I asked grouchily. She blows her gasket every time. I’m over it already.

“It matters because your stunt could’ve gotten you killed! Or worse, arrested!” she shrieked. I raised my eyebrows at her.

“Oh, so getting arrested is worse than me dying, is that it?” I asked.

“Of course it is! You could’ve ratted, and then our lives would be over,” she said, and I shook my head. Selfish bitch. “Are you done with this?” She pointed at my half-eaten dinner.

I opened my mouth to tell her that no, I wasn’t done eating, but she took my plate anyway and scraped the contents into the bowl of our dog, Bruiser. I bit the inside of my lip to stop myself from cursing at her and got up from my seat.

I caught sight of something flash in the corner of my eye, and I frowned as I saw her cellphone blinking on the couch. I had half a mind to tell her about it, but curiosity won me over.
Who could be calling her right now
? My guys know not to contact me or Brooke when I’m home unless it’s urgent. I walked over and snatched it up, growling as I saw her screen.