Billionaire Biker's Secret Baby_A Bad Boy Romantic Suspense

by Weston Parker

  “I’m not saying another word to you until you let me go.”

  My words come out hoarse. “I’m not letting you go until you tell me everything.”

  My heart is pounding in my chest like I’ve run a marathon, and my jealousy is riding me hard. The thought of another man touching my Sabrina makes me half mad with possessiveness. I have to know who it is, have to punish her for her lies before I hunt down and kill the bastard who touched her.

  She sends her other hand sailing toward my face, but I grab it before she can make contact. I yank her arms upward as I tumble her down onto the mattress, holding her wrists above her head with one of my hands.

  “Come on, Sabrina,” I whisper against her neck. “Make it easy on yourself. Just admit what you did and I’ll let you go.”

  She remains silent, so I lick at the spot where I bit her earlier, hard enough to leave a small mark. Even though I’m disgusted at the thought of her trying to pass off another man’s child as mine, I want her so bad that my cock is stiff and aching.

  I can still smell her on my fingers, and it’s making me crazy. I push up her sundress to expose a pair of lacy white panties and a matching bra. Her pink nipples peek out from behind the lace, an enticement I can’t ignore.

  I suck one nipple through the bra’s fabric, teasing it until it’s hard in my mouth, then lift myself to look at her. She turns away, biting her lip to keep in her moans. I push her bra up to expose her breasts and start to torture the other nipple until it’s as hard as the first.

  Still, she bites back her cries. I know she’s affected, as the sight of an aroused Sabrina has haunted my dreams for a decade, but she refuses to make a sound.

  I decide to turn things up a notch. Without hesitating, I rip the flimsy lace panties off her body and toss them away. Her pretty pink pussy is exposed to my gaze, and the sight of it makes my mouth water.

  “Spread your legs,” I growl as I push a hand between her thighs to run a finger along her wet slit. “Spread them like a good girl if you want me to make you come again.”

  Sabrina turns her face back to mine, her eyes narrowed. She’s angry, her cheeks flushed, but it doesn’t matter. I will be the winner of this game we’re playing.

  I return to my torment of her breasts while I continue to slowly trace her slit with my finger. Before long, her thighs fall open, her hips lifting to welcome me.

  I release her wrists and position my head between her thighs. I can smell her arousal, and the fragrance is making me crazy. I don’t hesitate in my intent. Spreading her wide before me, I dive in, attacking her with my tongue.

  Sabrina’s hips jerk and I hold them down, keeping her still under my onslaught. I’m mindless in my movements, only seeking to taste as much of her as I can, to lick and suck and devour.

  Her legs are shaking, and her breath is coming in rapid little pants, but I ignore all that, concentrating only on how good she tastes, how perfect she feels. When I fasten my mouth around her clit, she bucks against me. I slide two fingers inside her, and I can feel her muscles start to contract around them. I’m ferocious as I wring her orgasm from her.

  After her climax, I lift my head, licking my lips. “Are you going to tell me what I want to know, or do I have to keep making you come, over and over again, until you’re too weak to resist me?”

  Sabrina shakes her head in defiance, her lips locked tight. The challenge motivates me, but it also worries me. Why is she fighting so hard against this? Why won’t she admit that she lied?

  Is it because she’s ashamed? I doubt it, as anyone with any shame would never try to pass off another man’s child as mine. Could there be another reason?

  Maybe she still loves him, a sinister inner voice whispers. She’s protecting him from your wrath because she wants him back.

  If I was half mad with jealousy before, now I’m completely insane. The thought of Sabrina wanting another man more than me drives me out of my mind. I move until my face is even with hers, my lips inches from her.

  “Did he make you feel like this?” I whisper. “Did he make you come as hard as I do?”

  Her eyes widen, and she bites her lip. That simple movement makes my fragile control snap. I seize her lips with mine, wanting to conquer, to claim.

  Sabrina surrenders, opening her mouth for my tongue, but it isn’t enough. I need to own every inch of her body, to burn the memories of any other man out of her mind forever.

  I thrust into her, feeling like a savage, unable to help myself. My cock throbs in her tightness and I have to stop to catch my breath or risk exploding too soon.

  “You’re mine, Sabrina,” I growl as I pick up my rhythm. “You belong to me, not to any of the other men you’ve been with. Do you understand me?”

  Her eyes burn into mine, but she says nothing. Her silence provokes my temper, and I increase the intensity of my thrusts, capturing her lips again, kissing her until she’s breathless. Finally, she moans, breaking her silence, and a burst of pride floods me.

  I squeeze her breast as I thrust harder, ducking my head to seize the nipple of her other breast in my mouth. I feel like an animal, like some wild beast, out of control. Sabrina’s moans are near constant now, and I can tell her climax is not far off.

  But before I let her come, I want to hear her say the words.

  “Tell me,” I coax, my lips at her breast. “Tell me you belong to me.”

  She closes her eyes, her legs starting to shake. Oh no, I think. You’re not going to escape me now. I slow down my thrusts, prolong them, deliberately pulling back until I’m almost entirely out, then even more slowly thrusting back in.

  Sabrina begins to whimper, and I know she’s close to giving into me. “Tell me,” I whisper. “Say you’re mine. You belong to me.”

  “Please,” she says, her eyes begging me. I can’t tell if she’s begging to come, or begging me not to make her say the words.

  “Sabrina,” I growl, “you will say the words.” I punctuate my words with a thrust deeper than the ones that have come before.

  She can’t deny this. Can’t deny the intensity between us.

  I won’t allow her to lie about this.

  “Please!” Her head is thrashing, her body trembling around me.

  I thrust deep again, nipping her bottom lip. I stare down into her face as it broadcasts her need. But I have to hear the words.

  Sabrina’s eyes open, and she stares deep into mine. I feel the connection between us as if we were tied together physically.

  “I belong to you,” she says, and the words are tinged with some emotion I don’t want to understand. Her hands clutch at me, pulling my mouth to hers. “I’m yours,” she whispers against my lips.

  The fiercest climax of my life overcomes me and I bellow out my pleasure. I feel like every cell in my body is simultaneously bursting in ecstasy. I collapse onto the bed, my chest heaving.

  Sabrina lies still beside me. Her face is turned away. I feel the connection between us start to fray, so I pull her into the crook of my arm, tucking her head into my shoulder. I close my eyes, trying to memorize the way that I feel in this moment, needing to immortalize it.

  I’m weak with the power of our coming together. Before I know it, consciousness escapes me.

  When I wake up, I’m alone. I bolt upright and scan the room. It’s empty. I’m on my feet in moments, searching the small cabin. It takes less than ten seconds to realize she’s gone.

  It hurts like I’ve been punched. Hell, I’d rather have someone beat the mortal shit out of me right now than feel like I do. Abandoned. Betrayed.

  The connection between us had been so visceral. How could she turn around and leave after that? I wasn’t even able to stay conscious, and she walked out the door?

  I hunt down the time and realize it’s the middle of the night. Sabrina has likely been gone for hours. I return to bed to brood, watching through the window as the sky gradually lightens. Sleep evades me as I consider the day’s events.

  Is that a t
winge of regret I feel? My actions were harsh, bordering on brutal, now that I think about it. But the vengeful part inside me reminds me that she deserved it. A lie of such magnitude, it’s overwhelming.

  I think about how I’ve felt for the past several days, since learning that Lex is mine. I realize I want to be a father. I want to have a family. And now—I have nothing.

  Sabrina gave me some kind of twisted hope, and once again, the rug is pulled out from underneath me. I can’t take any more of this, can’t deal with the emotional trauma.

  As the sun rises, I know I can’t stay in bed any longer. My thoughts trouble me, and I need to distract myself from the loss I feel so acutely.

  I go for a run down the forest path I cleared for this purpose. I run until my heart feels close to bursting. Then I run some more.

  I take a shower, then clean the cabin. Finally, it’s late enough to head into town and pester Jim. I want to ask the mechanic for a body shop recommendation, to get Delilah back in tip-top shop.

  The morning is already warm, but the temperature doesn’t penetrate. I feel cold inside, empty. It’s such a contrast from last night that I feel uneven. Off my stride. And sick to my fucking stomach.

  I nod to Jim as I pull into his lot. He’s standing in the shade of his garage, wiping his hands on a dull red rag. “How’s it going?” he asks as I head inside.

  “It’s going,” I mumble, then duck into his waiting room for a Styrofoam cup of shitty coffee. Heading back into the garage, I see Sabrina’s car in one of the bays.

  “What’s that thing doing here?”

  Jim glances at the jalopy. “Alternator’s dead. Needs a new one.”

  The sight of Sabrina’s car brings it all back. “Let me ask you a question.”

  Jim grunts, so I take that as acquiescence. I stare out over the lot, considering my words carefully. “Sabrina Jacobs. She’s single, right?”

  Jim shrugs. “I suppose.”

  “Has she always been?”

  Jim looks at me, expressionless. “What do you mean?”

  “Have you seen her going around with anybody?”

  Jim spits on the ground, his hands on his hips. “I don’t really pay attention to that shit.”

  I frown. I should have expected that kind of answer. We stand there without speaking, watching the day pass.

  “You went together in high school, didn’t you?”

  I turn to face the older man. “Yeah. We were close.”

  Jim sighs. “I ain’t seen her with anyone except her momma and that girl of hers.”

  I stiffen. It’s been ten years. I wasn’t a saint all that time. But Sabrina, she never—?

  “What about Samantha Sitwell? You know her?”

  “Sure. She teaches up at the elementary school.”

  My world shuts down. Panic whispers against the back of my neck.

  Fuck. “Samantha’s a teacher?”

  “Yeah. Why?”

  “You ever see her go around with anybody?”

  Jim eyes me and sees something in my face that makes him take a step back. “Yeah. I seen her get around plenty. More than Crystal Danforth.”

  I brace my back against the wall because my knees feel weak. “Sabrina’s kid. You know who the daddy is?”

  Jim looks me in the eye, his expression softening. “Nobody ever told me, but I have an idea.”

  I nod, reading the subtext. “You gonna fix that thing up?” I say, jerking my thumb at Sabrina’s car.

  “She doesn’t have the money yet. She says to hold off on it for a couple of weeks.”

  “Fix it,” I say. “Whatever’s wrong with it. And put on some new tires. Then let me know when it’s ready. I’ll take it to her.”

  “Can do,” Jim says, and I pat him on the arm and turn to leave.

  34

  Sabrina

  “You’re doing your chores, little lady. I don’t care if you hate me. You’re going to do the dishes tonight.”

  Lex lets out a huff, then storms to her room.

  “And if you slam that damn door one more time, I’m taking it off the hinges again!”

  I don’t hear the door hit the frame, but it doesn’t matter. I’m defeated.

  I shuffle into the kitchen for another hit off the cookie jar, but Mom is standing right in front of it.

  “I don’t want to say it.” She shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “Then don’t,” I mutter, reaching around her to dig into the jar. I pull out an oatmeal cookie and shove it in my mouth.

  “I told you something like this was going to happen. Tying this family to the Cravens is not a good idea.”

  “I don’t want to hear this right now,” I say, filling up a glass of water and drinking it. This weekend has been the longest of my life. Just last night, Ax made me say that I belonged to him. I do belong to him, in every way that counts, but he doesn’t belong to me. And maybe that’s our problem.

  There’s too much between us, I realize now. Too much history, too much distrust. I know I was wrong for hiding Lex from him, but the idea that he thinks me capable of passing off another man’s child as his is heartbreaking.

  It will never work between us, and I’m working to accept that. But the way he consumed me that night, it ripped away the wall I built around myself. I’m still raw.

  I have to stay away from Alexander Craven. It’s not safe to see him. When we come together, it’s dangerous to my sanity.

  “We can’t go on like this,” Mom says softly. She brushes her hand over my hair like she used to when I was Lex’s age. “You and Lex need to reach some kind of understanding.”

  “She thinks what I did was unforgivable. I kept her daddy away from her.” I hang my head. “She’s not wrong.”

  “But she’s not entirely right either. He walked out when you told him Lex was his daughter.”

  I shrug. “Can you really blame him? It’s quite a bombshell to drop.”

  “Still doesn’t make it right,” she grumbles.

  I pull open the pantry door, surveying its contents. I might feel like my life is over, but that doesn’t get me off the hook from cooking dinner. I manage to pull together the ingredients for tacos, then whip up some “fiesta tots” for Lex. They’re her own creation, potato rounds with seasoned salt, melted cheese, chives and sour cream. Maybe it will win me a few points with her, although I’m not holding my breath.

  I just finish setting the table when I see headlights in the driveway. I wonder who’d be coming over on a Sunday night. We don’t get that many visitors. I walk to the front door and open it, standing at the screen.

  It’s my old clunker, humming along in the driveway. It looks like Jim worked another miracle. But why would he be driving it over here? He usually just calls me when the car is ready.

  When the door opens and the driver climbs out, I realize how the car got here. It isn’t Jim behind the wheel, but Ax. My heart starts pounding, and I consider shutting the door and finding a place to hide.

  I can’t see him again yet. It’s too soon. What happened at his cabin, the intensity of it, it’s too powerful. His accusations, the control he exerted over my body, over my soul, it’s all too much. But my feet don’t move. I don’t turn away and shut the door. I stand there and watch him come closer.

  “Sabrina,” he says when he notices me, and I almost close my eyes and weep at the sound of my name on his lips.

  I open the door and step out, meeting him on the walkway to the door. “You brought the car.”

  “Yeah,” he says, holding the keys out to me.

  I take them. “Did you pay for it too?”

  He nods. “Least I could do. I can’t have you breaking down on the side of the road in the rain again.”

  “Thank you,” I say, then turn back down the walk.

  “Wait,” he says, and I hear his voice crack. I stop, although it takes every ounce of courage I have.

  I can feel him come up behind me. “I’m sorry,” he says, put
ting his hands on my arms and moving his face close to my ear. “I’m sorry about what happened. What I said you did. I know now that it’s all bullshit.”

  In that moment my eyes do close, and I can feel the tears rise behind my eyelids. I take a deep breath. This is unexpected. After his ferocity the night before, I thought he’d avoid me like I planned to avoid him. Why wouldn’t he?

  He’d torn me down, humiliated me, made me admit things I never wanted him to know. He accused me of having a reputation, and although he never came out and said it, I know what he meant. Ax thinks I’m some kind of slut, and he treated me like one. Used my body. Made me feel these things, then gone to sleep like nothing happened.

  “Sabrina,” he says again, his voice holding a note of pleading. “I should have never believed those things about you.” His breath is warm against my ear, and I suppress the urge to shiver. “You would never do what I said you did.”

  I sag, on the verge of being unable to support my own weight. This shocking turnaround is too much to handle. The wounds are still too tender.

  “Stop,” I whisper. “I can’t do this, not now.”

  “Please,” he says, his tone frantic. “I know you must think I’m a piece of shit, or worse, but I swear to you, I feel terrible about what happened. Please, Sabrina. Forgive me.”

  “I can’t keep doing this,” I say, my voice breaking. “I’m emotionally wasted. I can’t cope, not with the constant assault on my character.”

  “Sabrina, listen. I—”

  “You listen,” I say, spinning around to face him. “You breeze back into town and start making demands of me, demands you have no right to issue. You can’t just insert yourself into my life at will. And you can’t keep using me as your emotional punching bag.”

  Ax stares down at me, his expression unreadable. “I admit, things haven’t been easy, but there’s enough blame to go around here.”

  “Stop.” I poke him in the chest, my finger bouncing off the hard muscle. “I didn’t ask you to come back to Cape Craven. And I’ve already apologized for any hurt I’ve caused. But just because you know about Lex now doesn’t mean you get to start making my decisions for me. I’m a grownup, and I can live my own life.”