Pride and Pregnancy (A Devil's Dragons Motorcycle Club Romance)
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“It’s a talent of mine,” he chuckled. “Never had any trouble getting you to come for me, did I? Not even when you and I were kids…”
“Not even the first time,” I smiled.
He was sitting on the edge of the cot, and I sat up beside him, exhilarated from our fucking. Not only had the sex itself been hot, not only had it been blind, but it went down with the danger of being caught – his whole club was sitting outside that door…
“It’s a bit stuffy in here,” he spoke, suddenly. “Care to join me on a quick ride?”
“As a matter of fact…”
“Close your eyes, then.”
I felt him leave my side, and soon a standing lamp was flicked on. I shielded my eyes in anticipation as the dim, fluorescent bulb quickly flickered to life.
After we recovered from the change in lighting, we quickly dressed. I examined myself on my smartphone screen, making sure my makeup wasn’t too smeared and my hair wasn’t a total mess.
It kind of was.
But then again…
I kind of didn’t care.
Triumphantly, we left the room, hand-in-hand. The club members barely paid us any mind, with the exception of a few of the more sober ones. They raised beers in respect as Hunter quickly paused to address his men.
“Gonna get some fresh air, take a quick ride. Grizz, you mind holding down the fort?”
The solemn biker merely smiled.
Moments later, Hunter helped me onto the back of his motorcycle, and soon we were hitting the road.
Night had long fallen over Los Angeles. We rode for a while, with my lover weaving between streets until we hit the main interstate, driving further into the sprawling city.
We must have rode for the better part of an hour before we finally pulled to a stop near a park. Hunter killed the engine and climbed off, helping me back down from his metallic steed.
“A park?” I chirped up, my gaze wandering. “I didn’t know Los Angeles had much in the way of parks…”
“I’ve been here a couple of times, usually at night,” Hunter remarked warmly. “Before the police raid that shattered the Dragons, I had to come this way two or three times to meet with the club to meet with Talon. Happened to come across this place, and it’s stuck with me since. I made sure it was still around while we were doing our little investigation, here in town.”
Hunter took my hand in his, and we began to stroll. Even at night, this place was beautiful. As I glanced over the trees and the winding lake around us, I reflected on this handsome man that walked beside me, and all that we had been through in our lives.
We were practically our first everything.
This beautiful, powerful man had always taken care of me, to the best of his ability. And he had been damn good at it, especially when we were young lovers against my sheriff father, against those who were jealous of our undying love, against the world…
Fate had intervened to tear us apart, and we had gone for almost a decade thinking that we’d never see each other until the day we died. But then it had transpired to bring us back together again…
“It’s beautiful here,” I told him, pulling closer. The streetlights and the surrounding city only made this gorgeous little respite from the urban life pop brighter. A younger couple walked past and smiled cheerily at us, clearly enjoying the beauty as much as we were.
“Yeah, it sure as hell is,” he whispered. “But it’s nothing compared to you, Princess.”
“You sly charmer,” I chuckled, but my cheeks warmed with the compliment all the same.
“Listen, Sarah,” he whispered, kissing my forehead tenderly. “It tore me apart when you left last time, especially after finally having you back…”
“I know it did,” I nodded sadly, resting my head on his shoulder for the moment. “It broke my heart to do it too, but it had to be done…”
“I know. I get it, just like I did a few months ago,” Hunter acknowledged sadly. “But these last few weeks have put things into perspective for me. I can’t let you be in danger again, and I think it’ll kill me if you just walk out that door again…”
I lifted my head from his shoulder and watched him as he continued to speak, turning to meet my gaze.
“You told me that you want me to continue leading the Devil’s Dragons. You said that you want me to stay in charge, no matter the danger, doing my best to make our world better for the sake of our child… are you sure that you mean that?
“I can walk away right now… Grizz won’t be happy, but he’ll understand. He can lead this club without me, taking it in better directions…”
“I meant it,” I answered calmly. “I want you to run your club. You’re good at it. You haven’t let them down yet. And you know that things need to change to keep them alive and prosperous.”
He nodded solemnly, accepting my answer. “Okay. But you have to realize, Sarah… if I do this… I just can’t do it without you anymore.”
I looked at him sideways as he dropped down to his knee. With a quick and graceful motion, the little black box he pulled from his jacket pocket flashed a beautiful little rock on a stunning engagement ring…
“Holy shit, Hunter,” I gasped in amazement.
The passing couple, discreet as they were trying to be, had noticed the scene and stopped a little way down. They were pretending to watch the twinkle on the water instead of the biker who was suddenly proposing to me in this wonderful place he’d brought me to…
“Told you before, Princess,” he grinned back up at me from his knee. “All sorts of funny things a kidnapping can do, sort of like proving what’s really important…”
“You were always a hopeless romantic,” I laughed cheerily, noticing with awe how the bright neon lights of the city danced off of the water surrounding us.
“Some things never change,” he chuckled.
I took the ring from the box, nodding with tears in my eyes as I placed the wet jewelry around my finger. While our nearby guests cheered us on, I was overwhelmed with how beautiful it looked on me.
My heart swelled with love and adoration.
I glanced down at my darling and replied:
“Some things change for the better.”
Epilogue
Hunter
Six Months Later
I gazed across the sea of babies in the newborn infirmary, watching their tiny, slumbering forms. Sarah was asleep in her hospital bed, dozing off the aftermath of a long and, at times, excruciating birth.
Wonder which one is mine.
The elderly nurse in the room answered the question for me, taking a small, sleeping infant from its bed and curling it up in its blanket.
I watched her walk around to the door and up the corridor before she carefully handed me my son.
“Congratulations, Dad,” she smiled. “Connor looks happy and healthy.”
Connor…
I’d let Sarah pick the name, although she picked a good one for our child. While I held him close and watched him sleepily push a finger into his tiny mouth, I felt the warmth of paternity overcome me.
The name suits you, kid.
“Are the rest of them with you?”
“Oh yeah,” I chuckled, glancing towards the waiting room doors. “Those are my other boys.”
The nurse pulled her lips into a grimace. “Coming up here in all that black leather, scaring everybody. Darn near gave some of us old ladies a heart attack!”
“Don’t you worry,” I grinned knowingly at her. “I’ll get them out of your hair soon enough.” My eyes filtered down to my newborn son in my arms. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go pull a Lion King moment…”
Holding Connor to my chest, I backed up through the doors and crossed the waiting room towards the Devil’s Dragons.
The nurse had been right – they were earning a lot of funny looks for our dress code. My men proudly wore their black leathers and jeans while taking up a quarter of the chairs by themselves.
The Dev
il’s Dragons had accepted Sarah in with open arms, especially after seeing the way she’d handled herself in the field in Juarez and in California.
I was pretty happy to realize that she was still a complete badass. Pregnant or not. Even my fireball of a bartender back in El Paso had started treating her with respect, especially when they heard that she’d shot a legendary arms dealer and lived.
Grizz was the first one to notice me, and patted the men on either side on the shoulders. Within seconds, the entire club was glancing over and ascending to greet me.
“Boss, is that–”
“I told you it’d be a boy–”
“Takes after his old man–”
“What a tiny little thing–”
I proudly held my child up before them all.
A wide smile beamed across my face as they began to hoot and holler, startling the other waiting parties and causing the gang of nurses to look over at us, all flustered.
“Club, meet your newest member… Connor Hargreaves, heir to the Devil’s Dragons!”
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1
Trent
“Dude! These groupies are totally ready to go!” My dreadlocked bastard of a bohemian guitarist laughed, splashing his bottle of beer in an arc.
The two hot young girls wrapped around him cooed a chorus of flirtatious giggles. They must have been just barely eighteen, clad in tight, low-cut shirts that made their silky, angelic breasts practically burst out of the seams.
Despite my lack of interest, I wasn’t about to rain on his parade. I lightly raised my own bottle of music festival beer to him, shaking my head.
“You go on ahead, man. Not feelin’ it tonight.”
No matter where we went, fans were throwing themselves at us – and my band-mates were always eager to take the free, willing pussy back to the bus for a fresh bang.
In fact, my bassist and drummer were already back there now, getting their freak on with a few nameless groupies now.
“Serious?” Waylon asked drunkenly.
His limber playing hand slid under a skirt and along a tanned, tender ass, drawing a blush from the groupie’s cheeks. The sight made my cock almost twitch.
Almost.
“You sure you don’t want to try a piece of this Alabama ‘tang?” He pressed on. “Plenty to go around. I’m not greedy.”
The groupie twosome puffed their chests and wiggled provocatively for me, giving me the deepest pair of sultry, lustful looks that they could muster.
They looked cute.
Cute, and too young to be acting like this.
“Think I’m just gonna relax and ride the vibe,” I reaffirmed. “Go get your dick wet.”
“If you say so!”
“And ladies,” I continued, turning towards the girls, who settled down and looked at me almost fearfully. “Don’t keep him up all night. This guy needs to be shredding licks same time tomorrow.”
They nodded respectfully, but Waylon jumped up to his feet, his dreads scattering around his face briefly.
“Ain’t gonna happen. This train rides ‘til sunrise! Ain’t that right, ladies?”
They chuckled with big, goofy hero-worshipping grins on their faces. He scooped them up against his sides, and soon they stumbled off towards the back of the after-party, heading for our bus.
Joke’s on them, I thought to myself. Waylon’s a two-pump chump on a GOOD day.
Truth of the matter was that I’d been in a funk. For the last few weeks, I had turned down sex left, right, and center from even the most flexible little minxes.
A constant stream of the hottest goddamn chicks around went fucking wild for us on the regular.
And why shouldn’t they?
We weren’t just anybody.
We were Trent Masters and the Whiplash, the hottest fucking rock band in America.
On national radiowaves dominated by DJs making music off of laptops, mainstream child stars glammed up and given backing bands, and egotistical personalities lacking substance and spitting shit…we brought something better.
Something harder.
Something real.
Something apparently sorely missed.
Our latest album, Twelve Machines, was flying off the shelves across the country. The last two singles went platinum. Hell, talks of a Grammy nomination were already in the pipeline.
I was on top of the fucking world.
Or I should have felt like I was.
But all I felt was empty inside, and even the quick fix of endless sex didn’t quell the tension.
It was hard to think I was taking advantage of these girls when they grinded up against me at after-parties like this, always seeming so desperate to give my cock the old spit-shine.
It just didn’t feel right.
But… I couldn’t tell what I
wanted instead.
What I needed.
I drank another swig from my bottle of beer, watching the other bands delight in the attention. We were in town for this badass music festival called the RipFest, and we’d shared the stage with some serious rock legends and decent upcoming talent.
They were having fun. Even the older, crustier guys looked like they were having a blast, likely filled with enough drugs to bring down a Bull Rhino in its prime.
It’s not like I wasn’t grateful… I was just… Lost.
The constant attention was overwhelming – too much of a great fucking thing. I had to be careful about the shit I said, because rock stars were even closer to scandal in this day and age.
Everything constantly recorded, rumors spread with the speed of a tweet and the snap of a camera on some girl’s iPhone.
It was all about being careful and avoiding the wrong kind of spotlight. Blogs are eager for clicks, and the whole world is ready to tear you down to build an audience.
I’d paid my dues.
No more practicing in oily garages and filthy bars. No more struggling in hard labor and backbreaking jobs to make ends meet. I wasn’t going to let some little misstep tear me down.
Despite the bullshit, the throne on this rising fucking star felt grand.
But as the light grew brighter…the shadows only grew filthier. Despite all the fame, all the success, all the money and women and the fancy toys. I knew the truth.
The world is a filthy place.
And I am the reigning king of the filth.