Released: MC Secret Baby Romance (New Adult Contemporary Biker Romance) (27 page)

I kissed him all over—his back, his chest, and the spot just under his chin that made him shiver. I kissed away the pain, and traced my tongue along his tattoos like nobody else ever could.

Then, I took a step back, and bit my lip.

I swear he was inside of me before I even knew what hit me. One moment, I was standing at the foot of the bed, the next, I was sprawled out on top of it, thighs spread, Hunter thrusting between them. A cry threatened to burst from my mouth, so he covered it with his hand, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure.

My body was alive with sensations. Every touch of his skin against mine sent electricity through me, zapping straight to my core. I could feel my orgasm, the first in god knows how long, coiling tighter and tighter.

Hunter’s lips on mine were bruising, which matched the unforgiving pace he set with his hips. The pain mixed so sweetly with the pleasure, bringing me to an unfathomable level of bliss. And then, like lightning breaking through the heavy heat of summer, I came apart.

Instead of his hand, Hunter used his mouth to muffle my cries. His lips absorbed my screams as I burst at the seams, riding high on a wave of pure ecstasy. He continued to slam into me, which sent me into the spin of another orgasm. Only he had ever been able to do that for me.

As I pulsed around him, Hunter came, smashing his lips into mine with a force that meant he was trying not to scream, too. His powerful arms anchored him to my body, encircling me and holding me tight.

After a couple moments, where we gathered our breath and held each other, Hunter flipped over and pulled me on top of him, draping me across his chest.

“I missed you,” I admitted.

“I missed you too.”

“This is crazy though, right?” I asked.

His chest vibrating with a deep rumbling laugh, “Things have always been crazy with us.”

I nodded, closing my eyes and inhaling his smell. “I guess there’s only one thing left to do,” I said. “But, I suppose it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

“What’s that?” His hand stroked my back in comforting circles. I nearly purred in delight.

“Tomorrow, we’ll have to officially introduce you to your daughter.”

“I look forward to it.”

“It’s hard sometimes,” I warned. “Being a parent is no cakewalk. Are you sure you’re up for this?”

“Kitten,” he said, “I’ve been to jail.” I swatted him, and he laughed. “And, what did I tell you?” he asked.

“I don’t know. What?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

The End

Bonus – Axel - Navy SEAL

Chapter 1

David Axel had a bad feeling in his gut. He hated feeling small, and right now, he didn’t appreciate the way Warrant Officer Brady was talking to him.

"Come in, why don't you?"

David nodded while swallowing down his anger.

"So, you know why you're here, don't you?"

Again, he nodded.

"Good. The investigation," the officer slammed a heavy file down on his desk. "It's still in progress and it's going to be at least twelve weeks until it reaches a conclusion.

David was silent.

"Well, this ain't like you to be so quiet. Not from what I've heard from your friends, anyway."

"It's just not easy to talk about. I mean, it's all good. I'm fine," he corrected himself, sitting upright. "Just bad memories, that's all. But I'm over it now. It all worked out well in the end."

The officer squinted as he looked deep into his eyes with a hefty dose of cynicism.

"Are you sure about that?" he leaned forward across his desk. "From what this report says, you witnessed something that even the toughest of men can't handle."

"Yeah. I grew up in a rough neighborhood, you know," David shrugged. "I'm no stranger to flying bullets."

“But you’re a stranger to watching your best friend die.”

The young Navy SEAL stared directly into the center of the officer’s forehead.

"Very well," Brady said, as he packed up the file and slid it back off the table. "But we've been talking, the other officers and I. We've decided you need to take a break." His words came out abrupt and he clapped his hands together as he spoke.

"Take a break? Why in God's name would I take a break?"

"You need help, Axel. We can all see you need to take time to recuperate. We’ve scheduled an appointment for you with our very best psychiatrist tomorrow at nine. It’s non-negotiable."

"This is bullshit!" he stood up. "I don't need a break. I need to get back out there! I need to fight for this country."

Officer Brady sat in shock as he looked at the young man in front of him, his jaw gently dropping open. He could have quite easily lost his temper, but instead, he counted to three and spoke softly.

"It’s been decided, Axel," and he stood up to leave the office. "You're on leave starting immediately." He strode to the door and opened it. "And, if you act like that again in my office, I'll put you on your ass." With that, he was gone.

David, meanwhile, was left standing alone with his hands trembling in anger.

"Bullshit!" he yelled again, smashing his fist into the table before him.

His face was burning up, and his hands were clenched into fists. There were only three things the young man was good at: drinking, fighting, and screwing, and he was sure as hell gonna do at least one of those tonight.

He strode out the building with fire in his belly and reached into his pocket for the keys to his Harley. Seeing it glitter in the parking lot brought a swell of pride to his chest, and he smacked it as he approached.

"Waiting for me as always," he thought to himself, as he patted it down, took a seat, and roared onto the highway.

His thoughts were muddled as he drove, and he had a bad feeling deep within him. Images flashed in front of his mind; violent memories of losing his friends on tour. The way he had to see them die would always live with him, and losing his best friend, Damian, was enough to drive him crazy. But, he knew what he was signing up for when he joined the military. He knew it would be difficult.

Cruising to his local bar, he just wanted to forget about everything and blot out the pain. Nevertheless, the faster he drove, the more he couldn’t' get Damian's image out of his mind, and he rode faster in the hope that he could shake the painful memory.

Damian, after all, had been almost like a brother to him since high school. When they both joined the Navy at the same time, aged nineteen, they were in it through thick and thin with unwavering loyalty.

But now Damian was dead, and no matter how much David tried to reason, he still thought it was his fault and that the blame lay at his feet. When the day came that he had to announce the news to Damian’s wife, he thought the world was falling apart. He watched her sink to her knees with her face twisted in pain. She let out a bloodcurdling yelp and covered her face, as the tears slipped through her fingers. He'd never forget the way she cried or how her children came down the stairs to see what was wrong with their mommy.

He drove on with a tight knot in his gut just remembering that day, but it wasn't long until the military bar came into view, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It was time to put some bad thoughts to bed.

The bar wasn't much better than a dive, but it was always packed to the rafters when everyone came spilling out of the local bases. David was a familiar face and when he strode arrogantly up to the bar, there was already a drink waiting for him.

"Straight up whisky on the rocks," the barmaid flashed a smile and pushed out her breasts.

"Thanks, Tina," he winked back at her.

Tina was a nice girl or, at least, she had been when she began working there at twenty-one with a fresh face, with a spunky attitude and a perky body. Now, she was almost thirty and her happiest days were far behind her. She often drank twice as much as the patrons and smoked more than anyone David had known. Yet, what really aged her was the heartache. Falling for almost every man in uniform who paid her attention, she'd had her fair share of lovers and David, of course, was one of them.

"You still miss me?" he grinned, as he slammed down his already empty glass.

"Miss you? Can't get rid of you," she laughed. "Another one?" she asked, nodding to the glass.

"Sure. Actually, can you just slide me over that bottle there," he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket, as he eyed the bottle of bourbon at the end of the bar.

"So, it's one of those days, eh?" she commiserated alongside him.

"Yup," he lit two cigarettes and passed her one.

"Wanna tell me about it?" she asked.

"Not really." He didn't bother raising his head to look her in the face. "I'm gonna see if any of my buddies are around," and he craned his neck to see over the tops of the tables behind him.

"Your usual crowd is tucked into that corner over there." She pointed one long, pink nail to the back wall and sighed, feeling rejected.

"Oh cool." He stood up and waved to get their attention.

But, before he could make his way over, a strong, yet gentle hand gripped his bicep.

"Hey, maybe you'd like to tell
me
all about it?"

She was tall and strong with platinum blonde hair and curves to die for. Almost as tall as the young Navy SEAL, she towered over Tina, and her confidence made her command the air around her.

"And you are?" David was suddenly distracted from everyone around him, as he got lost in the mysterious woman's blue eyes.

"I'm just a lonely girl looking for some company," she purred. "Sounds like you're having a bad day."

"You don't know the half of it," he sat back down and poured two glasses from the bottle in his hand.

Tina, meanwhile, was livid, but not surprised. She meandered away and kept her distance at the other end of the bar, while keeping her eye on the man she could never keep.

"What's her problem?" the blonde asked, while raising her eyebrows toward the barmaid. "You two a thing?"

"Nope." David knocked back his drink. "Well, we were for one night, but you know how girls get," he shrugged and gave a cheeky smile. "Always ready to fall in love."

"Is that right?" the woman chuckled. "Well, I'm not like that. I'll never fall in love. Not ever."

"That's what I like to hear," David smiled, and poured another round of drinks.

He couldn't help but notice she was drinking as fast as he was.

"So, you're a seasoned drinker then?" he asked wryly.

"Seasoned? Honey, I'm a professional," she exclaimed proudly, as she pulled out a cigarette and placed it between her plump lips.

"Here, let me get that." David leaned in to light it.

"I'm Marie." She reached out her strong hand once again, and David was pleased to shake it.

The night past by in a haze, as the two new friends finished the bottle of bourbon in record time before eventually hitting the dance floor. When the big clock on the wall chimed midnight and David felt himself begin to stagger, he sat back down at the bar and ordered two beers.

"I think you've had enough," Tina sneered.

"I think you should do your job!" Marie laughed in the barmaid's face.

Tina pinched the bridge of her nose in tired frustration and went to fetch the drinks.

"You're some gal!" David laughed. "Since when did girls act so cool?"

"Well... I'm no ordinary girl," Marie chuckled. "I was raised with five brothers, all of them Navy SEALs."

"Is that so?" David looked at her wide eyed. "Well, I better behave myself then." He grinned and slid a hand onto her thigh.

It was then that Marie caught sight of the clock behind her and stood up in a hurry.

"It’s late,” she huffed, “and I have an early start tomorrow."

"Well, let me see you out to the parking lot."

"Sure."

"You ok to drive?" David asked with genuine concern.