BULL: MC ROMANCE (Forsaken Riders MC Romance Book 6)

by Samantha Leal

  After he ripped away her undergarments and removed his armor until he was naked before her, Moira gasped at the sight of his impressive manhood.

  He held onto her legs and gripped her by the thighs as he pulled her to the edge of the bed and penetrated her with one long thrust. He groaned as he pumped himself in and out of her, gaining speed with each stroke and becoming harder inside of her. Moira threw her head back in pleasure and felt so opened and filled by him it wasn’t long until she was on the verge of the most incredible release of her entire two lives.

  Hamish grunted as he powered into her once more and she felt his seed explode inside of her. The feeling of him emptying himself into her pussy was so intense that she too came hard and fast.

  Hamish collapsed down onto the bed next to her and took her hand in his.

  “I love you so much, Moira,” he whispered, “I can’t wait to start my life with you.”

  Moira nuzzled into him and kissed him. She had never been so happy and so scared in her entire life. Because before that could happen, she knew Hamish was going to have to go out there and defeat the Frasers.

  8.

  When he left her up there in the tower, Moira had no clue whether he would return to her or be killed in battle. She wept with her head on Elizabeth’s knee as Elizabeth stroked her hair and told her that everything would be alright.

  Moira couldn’t believe how much had changed since she had boarded the plane to Scotland. She knew it was her fate to be there and everything had happened at just the right time to take her back to her long lost love.

  She thought about the death of her parents, and of how if it weren’t for them, she may never have made the journey to Scotland in the first place. She thought of the taxi driver and his willingness to let her explore Lennox Castle. She thought of her instant attachment to the wolf pelt which clearly possessed some magical quality that had allowed her to travel through time and back to where she was meant to be.

  Now she was high in the tower of Kincaid and waiting for her man to avenge her death. Annabelle Fraser and her whole family were going to pay the price. If Hamish hadn’t killed them in battle as they came to storm the castle in revenge for him canceling the wedding, he would have made his way to them and taken them with all the force he had.

  “His army will win,” Elizabeth soothed. “He will be back to you soon.”

  Moira prayed to any and every God that would listen for her to be right, and as the day turned into night and then again into morning, the sounds of horse’s hooves could be heard galloping across the highlands.

  “Moira,” Elizabeth shook her awake. “Come quick!”

  Moira jumped to her feet and ran to the small window. In the distance she could see the army coming back to them. It was Hamish! He had won!

  She collapsed into Elizabeth’s arms and sobbed with joy. She was going to have her man back and now his baby. She clutched her stomach knowing that his seed was inside of her and being sown at that very moment.

  When Hamish burst back through the tower doors and took Moira in his arms, he kissed her with such passion and adoration she never wanted it to end.

  “I did it all for you,” he whispered. “I don’t know how I lived without you.”

  Moira clung to him and confessed that she didn’t know how she had either. Back in 2015, she had lived almost twenty-five years without him and now she didn’t want to lose another minute.

  “I love you, Hamish,” she cried. “I never want to be parted from you again.”

  “You never will be. Now the Frasers have gone, no one can try to destroy our love.”

  They headed back down to the main corridor of the castle and Hamish led her into his bed chamber. While she washed his war wounds and groomed his long, lovely hair, she realized how amazing her life was going to be living in ancient Scotland with her soul mate. A soul mate that had stood the test of time.

  She had thought getting on the plane and venturing out on her own in the world was the most exciting adventure she could ever have, but she was wrong…

  Her adventure was just beginning.

  THE END

  For the Love of Zombies:Not so HEA

  Sadie Simms

  Copyright ©2015 by Cynthia Wilde. All rights reserved.

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  Thank you so much for your interest in my work!

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 1

  The air was warm and sticky when Robert awoke. He didn’t even need to reach across to the other side of the bed to know that Britney wasn’t there. He could see the small outline of her petite figure imprinted on the well-worn mattress. She was up and about. This room was designed for sleeping only. Things may have to change soon. He knew that, but he liked the security this tiny homemade bunker offered at night.

  Getting out of bed, he crawled out of the tunnel and made the 25-meter journey to the wooden latch that opened into the ranch house. The blast of fresh air made him more alert. The open and airy timber house was the epitome of country coziness in its decor. Most would say present times weren’t ideal, but essentially Robert didn’t hate the circumstances.

  Sure, the dead coming to life and nearly annihilating humankind wasn’t good news by anyone’s standards. But those that made it through were given the opportunity to appreciate the smaller things in life when your interaction was with people and not technology.

  He knew the plague of the undead was causing more global pain and suffering than all of humanity’s wars and atrocities combined, but since the “disease” was unleashed, he had actually found his own quality of life improved. Prior to the collapse of society, Robert had run a successful cattle ranch. He had beef and dairy contracts with one of the biggest grocery chains in the country, which provided him with a sizable income. He had loved the work and so had his wife. But Janet, his high school sweetheart, had been taken from him five years earlier by breast cancer. Losing her had torn him apart – he saw no future in carrying on. His eldest son, Bobby, was deeply affected as well. He channeled his loss into rage and rebellion and decided to join the army. He probably also had enough of the farm and hoped to see the world. Robert just hoped his rebellion and exploration of the world wouldn’t get him killed by enemy fire. His younger son, Peter, had been drawn closer to his recently widowed father and stepped up, deciding he would join him on the ranch. Before her death though, his wife had been adamant that Peter complete his education first.

  Zombie. The word sounded ridiculous in his head, but that was how the last few news and information bulletins referred to them. Then all TV stations went off the air. With no wife, a son in the armed forces and a son in college, he essentially lived alone until the world changed overnight.

  Grabbing an apple from a basket resting on the edge of the marble breakfast bench, he shook his head to clear the memories and bring him back to the present. He took a bite and let his ears attune to the sounds of the house. If his deductions were correct, Peggy would still be sound asleep upstairs. He padded up the stairs in his slippers. Pausing by Peggy’s door, he gently pushed it open to view her in bed. The covers heaved up and downwards and the ninety-two year old’s face looked peaceful and content.

  Peggy was more pleasant to be around when she was asleep than when she was awake. With the onset of dementia, she had become hard work for the small make-shift household to take care of. He knew it wasn’t her fault and that any semblance of her old routine had been shattered by having to adapt to radical new ways of living. Nonetheless, Robert found it exceedingly frustrating at times and often resented her being in the house.

  Stepping into what u
sed to be his bedroom, he flung open the door to the built-in wardrobe. He had long since moved his actual sleeping quarters to a more fortified position. He had literally dug into the ground for protection. At fifty-two, he was a man of simple tastes and wanted to live, so he had no problem sleeping in a hole in the ground just in case. Although he was already in a fortified compound, the key to survival, in his opinion, was multiple layers of defense. Looking through the wardrobe, he finally dragged on a pair of worn jeans and yanked out a flannel check shirt. The outfit was comfortable and practical for the work he had ahead.

  He scurried down the stairs, and his feet went easily into his leather boots. Outside was positively glorious. On days like today, he thought, you could almost imagine that the world hadn’t gone to total shit. The sun shone down brightly, making beads of sweat develop on his brow and down his back so that his shirt stuck to his skin.

  The ranch was not what it once was, that was for sure. The open spaces no longer stretched on as far as the eye could see. As a farmer, Robert was adaptable and had a seemingly innate command of survival techniques ingrained in his character long before things went to hell. He'd downsized the borders of the property considerably but kept it large enough to permit a fruit orchard, vegetable patch and fields for the pigs, cows and goats. The land was secured by huge trucks parked together, marking a “safe” area for him to engage in basic farming, as well as a space to have some semblance of a day-to-day life.

  When news of the plague hit, Robert drove for over a day to reach the main supermarket that sourced his goods. Havoc reigned supreme with looters. Seeing which way the wind was blowing, Robert found a fully stocked van, whose previous owner was nowhere to be found. You had to do what you had to do these days, and he promptly drove it to his property. The height of the trucks prevented the zombies from climbing them. The trucks he'd accumulated over time were parked strategically so that the ladders faced inwards. Aware that they were capable of crawling, Robert bailed up barbed wire under and over every vehicle to prevent any strays coming his way and invading his semi-peaceful surroundings.

  The idea seemed ingenious to Robert. He made the trip a few times to the supermarkets to gather as many heavyweight vehicles as possible and fill them with food and drink and drive them home to secure the ranch. He decided to extend his attempts to fortify his property by obtaining other trucks that held relevant stock or produce that could benefit Robert and his animals.

  He even had the good fortune of coming across a gas station that had numerous tanker trucks abandoned in the car park. The mammoth vehicles not only provided protection from the undead, but afforded Robert the luxury of a good diesel supply to run generators as well as a light truck for short foraging journeys.

  It was during his discovery of the service station that he first stumbled across Britney.

  Chapter 2

  The man who had just stepped out of the truck didn’t look threatening to Britney. Her step-brother, Liam, wasn’t quite as sure. They’d been hiding in the service station for weeks. Mostly people came through, filled their engines with gas, pilfered what stock they could find, and moved on. However this guy drove religiously to the station for three days in a row and made off with one of the tankers each time, strapping his motorcycle to the truck each time so he could return the next day.

  “If we don’t approach him soon, we’ll be stuck here forever,” hissed Britney at her older brother.

  He silenced her by putting his fingers to his lips. A star of the university basketball team at six foot five, Liam was reasonably confident if things got physical he could take the middle-aged man out. Britney could see Liam measuring up the older man.

  “Haven’t you noticed he never brings a gun? Never comes with other people. Never comes in to steal what little food we have left for Grandma.”

  “She’s your grandmother, not mine,” growled Liam, reminding her that they weren't related by blood.

  “We should talk to him.”

  “It’s not safe,” snapped Liam.

  His head felt achy, and he was experiencing hot flashes.

  “It’s not safe here with you either,” said Britney tersely.

  She immediately wished she hadn’t.

  Liam’s hand went to the tear in the lower left leg of his jeans. “I keep thinking how many times we’ve been held at gunpoint and threatened and abused by people stumbling across this service station and none of those fuckers pulled the trigger. I go out the back for one fucking beer and some time to think, only to find one of those creatures lurking around. Clearly it was as hungry as we were,” recalled Liam for the umpteenth time, still flummoxed by his bad luck.

  There was no need for Britney to reiterate that the creature had taken a sizeable bite of flesh from Liam. The wound was an angry, raised bleeding welt, weeping with puss.

  “I still can’t believe I managed to stay alive through all the initial chaos and violence, only to get bitten by a fucking zombie. It’s fucking bullshit. I’m going to be one of them and suddenly I’m scared. Really scared. Scared that maybe there’s no God or no heaven. Scared I’ll be trapped in a body and unable to communicate. Scared I won’t register anything or anyone.”

  Britney was shocked to see Liam crying. They weren’t the closest of step-siblings. With Liam being a senior at college, Britney’s clique of freshmen friends thought him a complete heartthrob. His athletic physique and dark black crew cut contrasting with ocean blue eyes drew a lot of female attention.

  “Liam, I know… We’ll deal with that. But for now, this man seems harmless. One day soon he’ll complete his truck collection and won’t ever come back here, and we don’t know how long it’ll be before we even see anyone else. He’s older. He looks like he knows what’s going on. He looks as if he can help. He must also be taking those trucks somewhere. I bet it’s safer than here.”

  Liam sat in silence on his haunches, rocking back and forth trying to control his temper.

  “There’s no fucking cure, Britney.” He was understandably fixed on the “I’m going to turn into a fucking zombie” topic.

  “We don’t know that, and even if there’s not, he might be able to make sure you don’t turn into one of them.”

  “What if he won’t talk? Won’t help us?” asked Liam stonily.

  “Then I’ll make him,” asserted Britney. “I have my ways.”

  By now the stranger had loaded up his bike behind the cab of the truck and was preparing to start off. It was unclear if he was somehow hotwiring the trucks, or if he had actually found the keys, but either way, they heard the truck roar to life. She raced across the parking lot out of Robert’s line of sight and began to climb the ladder at the back of the tanker.

  What the hell was she doing? wondered Liam. As her plan dawned on him, he raced after her with equal stealth.

  She was going to get herself killed.

  “Let me come with you!”

  “You can’t. You won’t make it. You don’t have the energy or strength to hold on.”

  “You don’t know that you do, either,” protested Liam.

  “No, but I’ve a better chance. Stay here with gran – Peggy. I’ll come back as soon as he gets to wherever he’s going and I’ve explained everything to him.”

  “What if you don’t come back? I won’t know how to track you.”

  For once his tone was completely that of a concerned and overprotective brother. Britney hugged him hard.

  “If I don’t come back, you, me and Peggy will all end up the in the same place anyway,” she answered sadly. “We have to do something. We’re almost out of food and gran’s in bad shape.”

  The truck began to pull away and Britney felt her eyes welling with tears as she left the last two souls she knew on earth in the dust.

  Chapter 3

  Robert had actually spotted the girl the moment she jumped on the truck, but he decided to allow her to hitch a ride with him. He figured he would see what she was made of. His intuition told him she w
asn’t trouble. He could just tell by the way she moved that she was hardly a street smart criminal. Still, it was unclear exactly what she was, but he would be better able to handle her on his own and within his own compound where he had the advantage.

  That had been months ago. The important part is that he had taken them in. Once he heard her story, it was a no-brainer, so to speak. It just made sense. He was lost in the revelry of thinking about their first meeting as he now searched throughout the compound to find her. He had a pretty good idea of where she was actually. Irritation seized him as he climbed a truck and finally located the girl on the opposite side of the perimeter, just where he thought she’d be. He slid down the truck and began walking toward her, shaking his head. She was so engrossed, she didn’t hear his approach. A familiar member of the undead had a length of cord round his ankle, tied to a peg secured deep in the ground. Britney was holding the creature’s rotting hand and trying to make eye contact. He couldn’t hear what she was saying, but she was deliberately keeping her speaking voice low and soothing.

  Impulsively, he wanted to jump in and wretch her away from the vulgar anomaly. But if he startled the zombie, it might bite or lash out at her and that was the last thing he wanted.

  “Britney,” he whispered.

  Robert’s voice was equivalent to golden honey. Britney turned and dropped the zombie’s hand she’d been using to caress her cheek.