Biker's Heir Series Box Set

by Brooklyn Jones

  “They're also freezing all his assets. So I won't be getting any money.”

  “No problem, baby. You're going to move in with me. We'll make it work somehow.”

  Kayla nuzzled her head in my neck. “I'm so glad you came back to me, Rebel.”

  “Will you marry me, Kayla?” The question popped out of my mouth before I could even think about it. My brain was on autopilot. How could I be so stupid? I was supposed to propose in a romantic way—not in her childhood bedroom.

  Kayla raised her head from my chest and stared me in the eyes. “Are you serious, Rebel?”

  “When am I not serious, Kayla?”

  Water filled her eyes. “You better not be playing around with me!”

  My heart drummed louder in my chest. “What's your answer?”

  Kayla slapped me on the arm. “Of course the answer is yes, you big dumb biker.”

  I squeezed her to me and kissed her hard. The rock in my pants pressed against Kayla's soft body. “Do you have a present for me down there?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

  I nodded and Kayla began undoing my pants like they were a bow. When my boner flopped out, Kayla gasped. “It's like Christmas morning.” She stroked my shaft, my body sinking deeper and deeper into the bed.

  Kayla had no idea how much power she had over me. I'd do anything she asked just to make her tighten her grip on my cock and make me come.

  Kayla let go of my length and rolled over next to me. She hiked up her dress to her hips, showing off her long legs. “Take me, Rebel King.”

  Oh fuck...she wasn't wearing any panties.

  “You're definitely the wife for me, Kayla.” I spread her smooth legs and slid into her gushing slit.

  We moaned to our heart's content, not caring that every government agency could hear us. Kayla's hips bucked against my thrusts, shoving my cock deeper inside, stretching out her tight pussy.

  We kissed as I pounded Kayla on her childhood bed. I pulled down her black dress straps until her juicy tits poured out. I ran my tongue along her cleavage, tasting the sweat that had collected there.

  “Come with me, Rebel. Come with me now.”

  It wasn't hard to find my release—especially with Kayla tightening her pussy around my cock and shuddering as she came. I unloaded inside her, thrusting in and out.

  “I love you, Kayla” I said, exasperated.

  “I love you too, Rebel. Can we go again?”

  I laughed. “We're going to spend our entire lives together. That means a ton of sex. And you can't even wait a moment before you want more?”

  Kayla rolled over and nibbled on my ear. “I can't help myself. You're too delicious.”

  “Well I won't be the one that ever says no.”

  We kissed and made love two more times before the government agents kicked us out.

  —

  The next day, Kayla moved into my house. She unloaded the last box of her things from her BMW onto the driveway.

  I helped her carry the last box into the house. “Maybe we could sell your car for some extra cash? Help pay for the wedding,” I proposed.

  “We won't need money for a little while,” she replied with a knowing smile.

  “What are you talking about?”

  Kayla waved an envelope in front of my face. “I totally forgot about it.”

  “What is it?”

  “The check for the painting I sold at the art show.”

  I snatched the check from her. Twenty thousand dollars. My legs became like rubber and I had to sit down for a moment.

  “There's more where that came from. The man who bought the painting has commissioned another one from me. We're going to be all right.”

  “We're going to be all right,” I repeated.

  Kayla was all mine. Could life get any better?

  Epilogue

  Kayla

  Two Months Later

  “Why can't you sit still, Rebel?”

  Rebel squirmed in the chair, fixing his jeans and shirt. “I wasn't made to sit for paintings, Mrs. King.”

  I laughed, stroking the brush along the canvas. “Yeah that's apparent.”

  Mrs. King. I still got goosebumps whenever I heard it.

  Our wedding was a whirlwind that blew right by us. Rebel wanted the wedding as soon as possible so we needed help. The Reavers MC took care of all the planning and expenses. I was really nervous about the MC planning my dream wedding. I expected leather jackets and a motorcycle to drive me down the aisle.

  But it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

  Right on the beach, the sun shining, the waves crashing in the background. I couldn't have asked for more perfect weather. White chairs were set up along the grass facing a modest altar. It was all so simple, yet elegant.

  I always imagined my father walking me down the aisle, his arm nervously shaking. But it wasn't to be. Diesel offered to walk me down. He was a father figure to Rebel and that was good enough for me.

  Rebel was dressed in a tailored black suit that barely hid his bulging muscles. I giggled on my way down the aisle—I'd never seen him look so dressed up before.

  And he looked damn good.

  My white off-the-shoulder gown showed a generous amount of cleavage that got Rebel's eyes wandering. I tried to keep from tearing up as we exchanged our vows but I couldn't help it. The priest announced us as husband and wife, we kissed, and the crowd cheered.

  Happiest day of my life.

  Our honeymoon was spent in a hotel room right on the water. We never even left the bed.

  “How much longer do I have to sit here?” Rebel complained.

  “Almost done.” Everything looked great except for his expression. It didn't capture Rebel at all.

  “Why are we even doing this today? There's so many dirtier things we could be doing.”

  I leaned over past the canvas and gave Rebel a death glance. “I wanted to capture this moment.”

  “What moment? Why don't you capture the moment I come inside you? That would make for a great painting.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Keep it in your pants, honey.”

  My hand moved independently of my body, spreading the paint across the canvas. I rarely had to actually think about what I was painting. It all came out of me naturally.

  Rebel was right to complain about this. I didn't give him any special reason for it. But I was about to. I wanted to tell him at the perfect time. That time was now. “The reason I wanted to capture this moment is because it's the moment you find out you're having a baby.”

  I continued painting like I hadn't just dropped a bomb on Rebel.

  His jaw dropped to the floor and it came right back up to form the biggest smile ever. That's what I was waiting for.

  Rebel stood up. “Are you joking, Kayla?”

  “Sit back down and no, I'm not joking.”

  Rebel dropped back into the chair and sat still, his face beaming.

  I put the last finishing touches on the painting and stepped back to take it all in. I couldn't have done a better job.

  “Can I get up now and kiss my wife?”

  “Get over here, you dumb brute.”

  Rebel rushed over and wrapped his arms around me. “I'm going to be a father?”

  “Yeah and you better not fuck it up.”

  Rebel put his hand on my stomach. “I'm going to spoil the hell out of him or her. Do you know yet?”

  I shook my head. “Still got a couple more months until we can find out.”

  Rebel showered me with kisses, choking my body with his arms. He stared at the painting, tilting his head side to side. “You were actually able to catch the surprise look on my face.”

  “It came out perfectly.”

  Rebel turned to me and smiled. “I'll love you forever, Mrs. King.”

  “Until the end of time, Mr. King.”

  The End

  Ripped

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ok is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

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  Description

  She desperately needs help. I'm just the man to protect her.

  I'm minding my own business at a bar when a goddess takes my order. She says her name is Riley.

  She doesn't know it yet but she's in danger.

  I'll have to use all my skills and resources to keep her safe.

  I'll do whatever it takes...

  Ripped is a standalone romance with no cheating and no cliffhangers.

  Ripped

  Chapter One

  Riley

  The white dishes clinked together as I set them down on the steel counters. The kitchen was full of steam and heat from all the different foods being cooked. The bell rang and I ran over to the pick-up window.

  I clipped in the current orders on the carousel of white receipts. To the side sat a row of plates with hot food on them. I examined the receipts above each plate and found the ones for table eighteen and twenty-four.

  Chef's corner was a hole-in-the-wall dive bar that was mostly frequented by bikers and trailer trash. I had been working there for three years now and hated it more than ever. The patrons were rowdy and rude. The boss was a male pig that took every opportunity to grab my ass and whisper dirty things in my ear when nobody was around.

  I couldn't leave even if I wanted to. I lived with my mom in a trailer park and this was the only place around that was ever hiring. I never went to college and got a degree. I only had my high school education and I knew that wouldn't carry me very far.

  I was stuck in this god forsaken place until I died.

  I made my way through the crowded bar carrying two hot plates in each hand. I came to table eighteen that had two girls sitting there. “I have a double burger and crazy fries,” I said.

  The two girls looked at each other. “We didn't order that,” the one with blonde hair replied.

  “I'm so sorry.” I looked at the other plate. “Here's your order. A chicken caesar salad with the dressing on the side.” I set the dish in front of the blonde that didn't have any food yet. They seemed satisfied. “Enjoy and let me know if you need anything else.”

  I squeezed through the bikers at the bar and found table twenty-four. A man and a woman sat there and the two of them were covered in tattoos. “I have a double burger and crazy fries.”

  “We didn't order that,” the man with gray muttonchops replied.

  “Shit,” I said aloud. “I'm sorry. I'll go straighten this out.” The couple were visibly upset that they had to wait longer for their food.

  Somewhere along the line I had messed up. Either I forgot to put the order in or I might've written the order down wrong. Either way it was my fault and if they complained to my boss, I'd be working overtime for the next month.

  I returned to the pick-up window and scrolled through the receipts. I found the one for table twenty-four and saw that I wrote down double burger and crazy fries. My mind was so muddled that I probably misheard them.

  Now I had to go back to them and find out what they really ordered.

  “I'm so sorry but can you tell me what you both ordered,” I asked the couple.

  The man clenched his fists and his slut of a girlfriend scoffed. “I ordered the steak and she ordered the chicken breast.”

  I wrote down their order again and checked it over a couple times to make sure I got it right this time. I couldn't afford to mess up twice with the same customers. “I'll get these right out to you both as soon as possible.”

  “What about our drinks?” the woman asked, reminding her boyfriend.

  “Yeah we've been waiting twenty minutes for two beers.”

  I cringed inside. I remembered putting the order in at the bar but I never went back to get the beers. “I'll go check on those.”

  I saw the two beers sitting at the side of the bar where drink orders were usually picked up. They had probably been sitting there for fifteen minutes. I took them over to the couple and they grunted when I told them sorry again and again.

  This was not my finest night.

  I opened the double doors to the kitchen and found the head chef, Eduardo. He was an older man who had been working at Chef's Corner ever since they opened forty years ago. He started at a bus boy and worked his way up to a pretty good head chef.

  “Eduardo, I need a big favor.”

  The fat man with tanned skin slumped his head forward as he flipped over beef patties on the grill. “What do you need, Riley?”

  “Can you put this order through lightning fast?” I handed him the paper with the order written down. I kept my hands in the prayer position. “Pretty please!”

  Eduardo sighed heavily. “Messed up another order again?”

  “It's so busy out there. Everything in my head is getting mixed up. I'll owe you one if you do this for me. It's an easy order. Just steak and chicken.”

  Eduardo grinned. “Only for you, Riley. I'll have them ready in ten minutes.”

  I went back out and felt a little bit better. I noticed a new guy sitting in my zone and put on my best smile. He looked like every other biker with dark slicked-back hair, a black leather cut, and ripped jeans.

  But there was something about him...

  I put down a coaster onto the table in front of the man. “My name's Riley, I'll be your server for the night.” I pulled out my order pad and took my pen from my ear. “Can I get you some appetizers or something to drink.”

  The man studied the menu in front of him and put it down. He looked up at me and our eyes met. His dark blue globes stared at me intensely. “I'll take a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass.”

  I walked away with my heart racing in my chest.

  What was happening to me?

  Chapter Two

  Ivan

  Chef's corner was a bar recommended to me by my MC. From the outside it looked just like any other biker bar. Rows of motorcycles were lined up outside and there was no sign denoting what the place was. The bikes and leather should give it all away.

  I was new to the area on loan from my chapter to the OC chapter of the Shadow Spirits. They needed some extra help since their vice president was assassinated by a rival MC.

  I had been an enforcer in the Shadow Spirits MC for four years and I thought I was pretty good at my job. I was built taller and stronger than most men so enforcing came naturally to me. I could get a guy squirming in his boots faster than it took to snap your fingers.

  I strolled into Chef's Corner and was greeted by some of the members of the Shadow Spirits. I didn't know any of them very well except for Titus who came up north for a stint with us awhile back. They wanted me to join them but I politely declined.

  Tonight wasn't about drinking with buddies. I was on a mission to get laid.

  One of the reasons I came down south was to get away from Angie. A biker groupie who I'd slept with a few times but never claimed. She was good looking with a nice rack but Angie was batshit crazy.

  My brothers had warned me about her before but I ignored them and followed the advice from my hard cock.

  Everything was fine after our first night. I left her the next morning and never got her number. I didn't see her for two weeks until she showed up at the bar and I was so drunk that I didn't even remember that I had slept with her before.

  Fast forward to another night of passion and before I knew it, this chick thought that we were married or something. I'd find her following me all round the city.

  I couldn't get rid of her.

  Things went too far when I found her in my bed after she had broken into my apartment. That's when I knew I needed to get out of town for awhile.

  All I needed was another woman to make me forget all about Angie.

  Riley walked right into my life with a bright smile and curves to die for. Her fiery red hair rested against her shoulders.
My pants tightened up as she bent over and placed a coaster on my table. Her full breasts expanded and contracted, pushing against her tight white top.