Taming The Biker (MC Biker / Bad Boy Romance)

by Cassie Alexandra

  “Because we were just kids and I didn’t know how.”

  He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “That night was rough but… it brought us to where we are today. I guess it was just written in the stars that we’d one day end up together.”

  “Why, Taylor Adams, I had no idea that you could be this romantic,” I teased.

  “Neither did I. I guess you’ve taught me a lot about myself,” he said.

  “Like what?”

  “Like… I’m not just handsome and sexy,” Taylor replied, his eyes twinkling. “Or a god in bed. I’ve got a lot of other admirable qualities.”

  “Like being humble?”

  “Hey, it’s hard but someone has to do it,” he replied with a cocky grin.

  I rolled my eyes.

  ***

  “I have a job for you,” said Taylor the next day. We were in the pool, floating in the water on tubes. “It doesn’t pay much. Not yet, at least. But, if you play your cards right, you might get some hefty quarterly bonuses.”

  “What are you talking about?” I asked, feeling hopeful.

  “I need someone to schedule appointments, order supplies, and keep my books organized. Do you think you can handle something like that?”

  “Are you kidding? Of course I can do that,” I said, excited. “What about benefits?”

  His smile faltered. “Babe, I can’t offer them right now.”

  “So, no health insurance?”

  “No, but I can pay you fifteen bucks an hour.”

  Fifteen bucks wasn’t bad. “You mentioned quarterly bonuses?”

  “Yeah. Hefty ones.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not talking about sex, are you? Because, don’t get me wrong, I love it but your penis does not pay my auto insurance.”

  “I bet it would if I was a stripper,” he said. “Did I tell you that someone wanted to hire me to perform, last winter? Said it would have been really good money.”

  “You are not showing that cock of yours to any more women in this town. I don’t care how much they pay you,” I said loudly.

  “Don’t worry, babe. He’s all yours,” said Taylor, splashing me playfully with his toe.

  “You’re still paying me a quarterly bonus.”

  He sighed. “Fine. I’ll pay in cash. That means you’re going to have to help with outbound sales. J.T. and I are also going to start plowing snow in the wintertime. We’ll need your help then, too.”

  “So, you’ve got the entire year covered. Motivated men. I love it,” I replied.

  “I’m feeling motivated right now,” he said, pulling his cock out. “What about you?”

  Still sore from our earlier lovemaking fest, I flipped over his floating lounge, sending him into the cold water.

  “You bitch,” he said, laughing after he came back up.

  “Don’t you dare,” I warned as he moved toward me, grinning wickedly.

  “Dare what?”

  “Push me under. I’m… I’m pregnant,” I said.

  The smile dropped from his face. “What?”

  I touched my stomach, which was beginning to look thicker. “I’m pregnant.”

  He frowned. “Is it mine?”

  “Yes,” I snapped angrily. “Who else’s would it be?”

  Taylor’s eyes shifted to my stomach. “How far along are you?”

  “About three months.”

  “Three months? That means you would have gotten pregnant the night of the wedding?”

  I nodded.

  He let out long sigh. “It’s not Mark’s?”

  “No,” I said stiffly. “He couldn’t have any more kids. Besides, we didn’t usually have intercourse.”

  “Okay,” he said, looking away. “You can spare me those details.”

  “It’s yours. It couldn’t be anyone else’s,” I said flatly.

  “How long have you known?”

  I told him.

  He swore. “And when were you going to tell me you were pregnant? When it was too late to do anything about it?”

  “No. To be honest, I didn’t know if I was ever going to tell you about it,” I said, paddling toward the metal steps.

  “Why?”

  “Because I knew you’d act like this.”

  “Like someone being kept in the dark?” he said loudly. “How in the fuck do you expect me to act, Lauren?”

  “I don’t know,” I said, pulling myself off the tube. I climbed out of the deep end and walked over to my towel. “I knew you wouldn’t be happy but you don’t have to act like this is all my fault. There were two of us. Hell, I don’t even remember having sex with you that night.”

  His eyes widened. “Fuck. I forgot to tell you about that.”

  “About what?” I asked, feeling exhausted.

  He told me about Mark showing up at the wedding and drugging my champagne glass.

  “That fucking creep!” I said loudly. “You’re serious?”

  “That’s what he said.”

  “Oh, my God… what if the baby is…” Touching my stomach, I began to cry. “What if that drug has done something to the baby?”

  Taylor quickly got out of the pool and pulled me into his arms. “Hey, everything is going to be okay,” he whispered, running his hand over the back of my hair.

  “No it’s not,” I blubbered.

  “Yes it is. Look,” he sighed. “We’ll work it out.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He pulled me away from his chest so he could look me in the eye. “Babe, we’re going to be parents,” he said, a small grin spreading across his face.

  I sniffled. “I thought you didn’t want to be a dad?”

  “Sometimes what you think you want isn’t necessarily what you really want.”

  “So… what are you saying?”

  He grabbed part of the towel and wiped my tears with it. “I never thought I wanted to be in a relationship with a woman and now look at me? There’s no place that I’d rather be than with you.”

  I managed to smile.

  “Now there’s going to be three of us,” he said. “And fuck… I’m going to be a father.” Taylor looked up toward the sky, his face filling with joy. “Me! Who’d have thought?”

  “You’re actually happy about this now?” I said, squinting.

  His eyes went back to mine. “Yeah. I actually am.”

  I bit my lower lip. “What if there’s something wrong with him?”

  “Him?” he grabbed both of my upper arms. “It’s a boy?”

  “I don’t know,” I replied, smiling. “It could be a girl.”

  He looked down and then slowly ran his hand across my belly. “Whether it’s a boy or a girl, we’ll figure it out together. I promise.”

  “Even if it has problems?” I asked.

  “Even if it has some kind of birth defect, we’ll be there for our child,” he said.

  I sighed in relief. “Okay. What about the club?”

  “The club?” Taylor chuckled. “Hell, when they find out I’m going to be a daddy, they’re never going to let me hear the end of it.”

  “So, you’re not quitting?”

  He frowned. “Of course not.”

  The club had been one of the reasons I’d hesitated in telling Taylor about the child. I was still worried about the dangers involved with raising a kid in that kind of environment.

  “Great,” I mumbled, looking down.

  “Hey. Look at me.”

  Our eyes met.

  “What are you so afraid of? My club?”

  “Yes. I guess I am.”

  “You have no reason to worry about a thing.”

  “But I’ve heard so many rumors around town about –”

  “Don’t listen to rumors. That’s all they are.”

  “What about the problems you guys have had with the Devil’s Rangers?”

  He sighed. “So, you’ve been doing your research.”

  “Yes,” I replied. “I mean, hell, Tank’s father was murdered just a few months a
go. Why didn’t you tell me about that?”

  Taylor shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess you’ve never really asked me about my friends, so I didn’t think you’d want to talk about any of it.”

  “Taylor,” I said, staring up at him. “If we’re going to make this relationship work, you need to be honest with me about everything.”

  “Fair enough, but you need to also understand that there are things I can’t divulge to you.”

  I frowned. “Well, that seems fair,” I said dryly.

  “I’m talking about club affairs.”

  “Illegal affairs, you mean?”

  “We’re not involved with anything illegal. Yeah, maybe in the past, but not anymore.”

  I stared into his eyes. “Are you telling me the truth?”

  “Yes. Of course I am! And as far as the Devil’s Rangers go, we’ve settled shit between us. There’s nothing you, or the other Old Ladies, have to worry about.”

  I sighed. “Okay.”

  “So, this is what’s going to happen – next weekend, you and I are going to throw a pool party here for the club and their families. We’ll barbecue, play volleyball, and maybe even rent one of those inflatable slides for the kids. It’ll be fun.”

  “Fun,” I repeated. To me it sounded like a lot of work.

  “Yes. I want you to get to know them.”

  “And you really want to do this here?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Mitzy might not approve.”

  “I’ll talk to her. Mitzy and I are like this,” he said, crossing his fingers together.

  “Okay,” I said, giving in. “Let’s do it.”

  Taylor grinned. “You’re going to love the guys.”

  I smirked. “I am, huh?”

  “Yeah and they’re going to love you,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose. “Almost as much as I do.”

  “And what if they don’t? Would you leave me?” I whispered.

  His face turned serious. “If they don’t love you, then I’d leave them.”

  My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. He’d answered the question that had been on my mind since learning I was pregnant. Taylor loved his club, but if push came to shove, he’d choose me if he had to.

  “So, what do bikers like to eat?” I asked, wondering how much food we were going to need to prepare for this shindig he was talking about.

  He grinned wickedly. “Besides pussy? Anything that goes good with beer.”

  I couldn’t help it. Maybe I was just as sick as he was, but I had to laugh.

  ****

  The End

  Author’s Note –

  Thank you for reading this short novella about Taylor and Lauren. If you enjoyed it, I hope you’ll consider leaving a review.

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  Breaking The Biker

  Twenty-one-year-old college student, Adriana Nikolas, doesn't really know what to make of Raptor, the sexy biker who seems to be obsessed with getting into her pants. Hot or not, she knows from their first encounter that he's dangerous, both in and out of bed.

  What Raptor wants, Raptor gets. Right now, he wants Adriana and will do whatever it takes to claim her as his woman. But, she keeps resisting, which isn't something that the Road Captain of the Gold Vipers is accustomed to. Arrogant, cocky, and stubborn, Raptor takes on the challenge, and in the meantime, gets much more than what he'd bargained for.

  Meanwhile, Slammer, President of the Gold Vipers, seeks justice for the rape of his Old Lady's daughter.

  Read them all? Keep an eye out for Loving The Biker, available sometime this summer of 2016 (Pre-order not yet available).

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  Prologue

  It was just after nine o’clock p.m. when Jessica Winters walked out of Twenty-Four Hour Fitness, dropped her gym bag into the trunk of her car, and drove to her two-bedroom apartment in Iowa City. She pulled into the underground garage, grabbed her things, and headed toward the elevator, relieved that her roommate, Kellie, was out of town. She’d have the place to herself for a couple of days, which meant that she wouldn’t have to listen to the sound of Kellie and her boyfriend, Jack, going at it in the other room all hours of the night. She had to admit, listening to Kellie when she was having those ‘mind-blowing orgasms’, as she so fondly called them, was hell. Especially for someone who’d decided not to have sex until she met the ‘one’. ‘The one’ who seemed to be taking his damn sweet time in finding her.

  “You should get yourself a vibrator,” said Kellie after Jessica had confronted her about keeping the noise down the previous weekend. “Maybe you wouldn’t be so weird about it.”

  “If not wanting to listen to other people having sex is being weird then I certainly don’t want to be whatever it is you consider normal.”

  “God, you take everything so damn seriously. I’m just giving you shit. Although,” she’d smirked, “you have to admit, you’re way too uptight about sex. You’re twenty years old, for God’s sake. You need to get your freak on, Jessica, like the rest of us.”

  “I’m not uptight and I don’t need to ‘get my freak on’. I’m just tired from not getting any sleep,” she’d shot back angrily. “I mean, come on – four in the morning? You’d be pissed, too, if you had classes at seven and were up all night, trying to block out the howling in the next room. If you could at least keep it down. That’s all I ask.”

  “Honey, you can’t keep good sex down. If you had it, you’d know what I mean.”

  “Whatever. At least turn up the damn music.”

  “Fine.”

  The truth was that they fought about more than just the obnoxious grunting and moaning coming from Kellie’s room. They argued about groceries, cable and electric bills, or where things belonged in the apartment. It certainly wasn’t fun going home at night, and Jessica pretty much knew what she had to do – find herself a new roommate or… move back in with her mother, Frannie. At least she’d get more sleep and not have to put up with Kellie’s bullshit. Unfortunately, that meant she’d also have to move in with Slammer, her mom’s biker fiancé. Not only was he intimidating, but he was the president of the Gold Vipers, a motorcycle club in Jensen, which Jessica wanted absolutely no part of. Admittedly, she actually liked Slammer and he was not at all what she’d expected, with his easy-going manner and funny stories. Sure, every other word was ‘fuck’ and he smoked like a chimney, but he treated Frannie, his ‘Old Lady” as he liked to call her, like a queen and he was even considerate to Jessica. But, as far as she was concerned, he was still in a gang and his way of living wasn’t the kind she wanted for her m
other. She’d even tried talking Frannie out of seeing Slammer several times, but apparently the two of them had already fallen “hopelessly in love”, so it was like talking to a wall. Even when Jessica mentioned the fact that bikers in clubs like his were always breaking the law and ending up in prison, she’d come back with – “Slammer says that the Gold Vipers aren’t like other MC clubs. They’re more like a band of brothers who look out for each other and their families. Everything they are involved with is totally legit.”

  Yeah, right.

  Frannie was so gullible, it was frustrating. Jessica could only cross her fingers and hope that Slammer would keep her out of anything illegal. If he did try to involve her mother in any way, and she got word of it, Slammer would find his ass in jail faster than he could light his next Camel. Her mother meant everything to her and there was no way she’d sit back quietly or turn the other cheek. Frannie was close to retirement and she didn’t want her mother spending any part of it in prison.

  Looking forward to a quiet night, Jessica pushed the thoughts of her future stepdad away, and took the elevator to the third floor. Humming to herself, she walked down the hallway to her apartment, unlocked the door, and slipped inside. As she was about to turn the kitchen light on, someone grabbed her from behind, his arm locking around her like a steel vice. She tried to scream but it was immediately cut off by a gloved hand clamping over her mouth. The smell of leather and gasoline made her gag.

  “Hello, darlin’,” the man growled into her. He began groping her breasts. “Oh, these are nice.”

  Sobbing, she tried struggling, but it only made him laugh. Desperate to get away, she tried biting his hand through the glove.

  “Bitch,” he snarled, squeezing her mouth so hard, her jaw ached. “Fight me and you die. Understand?”

  Whimpering, Jessica ignored his threat and slammed her elbow into his stomach, remembering the self-defense class she’d taken before college. The instructor had said to fight for your life at any cost. Scream, kick, do whatever it took to get away, or the chances of surviving were slim to none.