A Baby For the Outlaw Collection: Biker Romance Box Set Bundle (BBW Pregnancy Bad Boy MC Club Romance) (Contemporary Motorcycle Mega Pack Anthology Short Stories)

by Leal, Samantha

  8.

  “Hey,” Jonny said soothingly as he brushed the hair out of Eve’s eyes. She had still been asleep, but this was one of the nicest ways she had been woken in a long time. She opened her eyes slowly and saw him smiling warmly down at her. She stretched her arms above her head and leaned up on her elbows before Jonny handed her a fresh cup of takeout coffee.

  “I got you this,” he smiled.

  She took the cup from him and smiled, “Thank you.”

  The room was alive with light and the winter sun was burning through the curtains.

  “What time is it?” she asked.

  “Around two,” he yawned. “I haven’t slept, but I thought I better wake you.”

  “Did you make your calls?” she took a sip.

  “Yes I’ve spoken to a few people,” he nodded. “According to another undercover agent, Mack is on the war path. Not that it matters,” he laughed. “He won’t find us.”

  “So what now?” Eve asked with wide eyes.

  Jonny shrugged. “I’ve got to keep you safe.”

  She felt a pulse ripple right through her as he said it. The thought of Jonny being her protector was almost too much of a turn on to bear.

  “So… we just stay here?” she looked around the room, at the crumple of the bedsheets and the Harley taking over one complete corner.

  “For now,” he smiled.

  Eve’s heart was racing. The tension between them was mounting and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off him for much longer. Every time their eyes met something deeper seemed to be forged and the way his smile crinkled the corner of his dark, engulfing eyes was beginning to drive her wild.

  It had been such a long time since Eve had been attracted to a man. She hadn’t had a boyfriend in over a year and she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be touched, to be loved and to be cared for. She had known Jonny for less than twenty-four hours, but already she felt something so strongly for him she was finding it hard to imagine what it would be like to turn around and walk away. They had already been through so much together and he had saved her life. Now, as they locked themselves away in their motel room refuge, she wanted nothing more than to thank him for being her savior by giving him her body.

  She rested the coffee down on the side table and lay back on the bed. She lifted her arms above her head so that the swell of her breasts was even more pronounced and her ample cleavage was exposed to him. She saw the way Jonny’s eyes instantly responded. His breath caught in his throat as his gaze wandered down from her lips, down her neck and all the way to her chest. She noticed him tense and he licked his bottom lip.

  “Jonny,” she whispered.

  His eyes met hers again and she could see that he had animalistic lust running through his veins. Just one look and she knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. He stared at her hungrily and the passion hung in the air around them, ready to snap them both at any moment… the only question was who was going to make the first move.

  Eve opened her legs and hitched up the hem of her dress. Even though she hadn’t made it to the party, and with all that had happened in-between, she was still going to make sure that she finally got to sparkle. Jonny watched her intently, not moving and barely breathing, as she lifted her buttocks off the mattress for a moment and opened her legs wider. His mouth gaped open and he ran the tip of his tongue across the edge of his teeth.

  “Eve,” he whispered with a grin.

  She smiled back and waited for him to come for her. She could see the tension building in him and she could sense the stirring deep inside his trousers. She noticed a twitch of his member and she gasped.

  He moved closer to her and wrapped his arm around her. Eve felt tiny in his huge arms, they were so muscular and thick, it felt as if they were the strongest in the world. Jonny pulled her up to meet him and their faces were millimeters from each other’s. She could feel his hot breath on her face and as she moved closer and their lips finally met she was consumed with desire for him. As their lips parted and Jonny’s tongue flicked against hers she fell into a wave of ecstasy before he even lay a hand on her.

  He gently pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. Eve opened her legs wide and wrapped them around him, welcoming him into her, pushing her hips up to meet his. Through his jeans she could feel the hot, hard bulge and she gasped as he pushed it down onto her, sensing how big he was and desperate to have him inside of her.

  Her pussy ached and her juices flowed. She was so turned on and so ready for him. As he ran his fingertips up the side of her ribcage and squeezed her huge breasts with his big hands she moaned and buried her face into his neck.

  “I want you,” she whispered.

  Jonny pulled at her dress and lifted it off high above her head, exposing her naked, plump flesh beneath. He reached down and slipped his hand into her panties where he found her dripping wet sex and he massaged her clit slowly before plunging a finger inside of her. As he filled her Eve ground herself onto him, panting and savoring every second of his touch. She couldn’t believe he was so experienced at giving pleasure, with every flick of his hand he was giving her sensations that she had never felt before.

  “Yes!” she panted as she threw back her head and came in a crashing wave. Her muscles gripped his fingers and she shuddered as her juices flowed out of her. Jonny’s breathing was becoming more rapid and she knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself any longer. In one swift movement he ripped off his jeans and underwear, exposing the biggest and most perfect rock hard cock that Eve had ever seen.

  She opened her legs wider as he grabbed hold of her hips and flipped her over, pulling her up onto her knees so she was presenting herself to him. As he rubbed the tip of his dick up and down her soaking wet sex he grunted with lust and Eve moaned with pleasure. She was so sensitive, her whole body tingled and when he finally stopped teasing them both and plunged his huge length right up inside of her Eve gasped and gripped onto the headboard.

  As he fucked her slowly and deliciously Eve knew that it wouldn’t be long before she came again. She pushed herself against him, and as Jonny gripped her plump hips and thrust himself in and out of her he groaned and grunted with his powerful need.

  When she felt his thighs tense and his stokes become more fevered and rapid she couldn’t hold on any longer. She came again, her orgasm ripped through her and she screamed as Jonny groaned and pumped his hot, thick seed right up inside of her. She swallowed him whole, taking all of him inside of her and gripping him tight. As he collapsed down on top of her, sweat dripped between them and she nuzzled into his ripped chest as they both caught their breath.

  “That was absolutely amazing,” he panted as he kissed her on the forehead and pulled her close to him. “I’ve never come that hard before.”

  “Neither have I,” Eve whispered as she ran her fingertips across his torso.

  She felt so safe and happy, she never wanted the moment to end.

  9.

  She woke up naked and alone, and when she turned to look at the clock on the nightstand she realized she must have slept for most of the remainder of the day. It was dark outside and the clock said it was 10pm. She sat up and looked around. There was no sign of Jonny anywhere in the room and his clothes had gone. She rubbed her eyes and wrapped herself up in the bedsheet before she got to her feet and shuffled over to the bathroom.

  She turned on the light and blinked blearily as she moved towards the mirror. The light was bright, stark and unforgiving and she could see the smudges of her make-up all down her cheeks. She ran the faucet and wet the corner of a flannel before she dabbed at the streaks and cleaned her face. Even though she had been wearing her make-up for over twenty-four hours, her skin was still soft and dewy underneath. She smiled. She knew why she looked so good. It was because of Jonny and of the wild afternoon of passion they had experienced. He had pleasured her in ways she could never even have dreamed possible.

  She went back i
nto the bedroom and pulled her dress on over her head before she headed for the door of the motel room. She opened it wide and looked out over the parking lot and down the walkway that ran the whole side of the building. She spotted him straight away, sitting in the dark with his boots kicked out in front of him and the trail of smoke drifting up from his cigarette.

  “Jonny?” she called. And he turned to her and smiled.

  “Come here baby,” he grinned.

  She walked towards him over the cold sandy ground in her bare feet and when she got to the bench he pulled her to him so she was on his knee.

  “What a day,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek.

  “One of the worst and also one of the best,” she teased.

  “I second that,” he winked.

  “They sat together under the stars, wrapped in each other’s arms as the blur of trucks and cars flashed past them on the freeway. It was one of the most calming experiences of Eve’s life, just sitting with the man she was falling for, completely at peace after the crazy day they had had together. She almost couldn’t believe that everything back at the motorcycle club had happened. And the previous night when she had witnessed the murder in the alleyway near the warehouse was like a distant memory. In a way it was like it had taken place only in a dream.

  “How long have you been out here?” she asked as she lightly kissed the tip of his ear.

  “About half an hour,” he said as he exhaled a plume of smoke up into the night.

  “Have you had any word on Mack?” just saying his name made her shudder when she thought of what could have happened to her.

  “I’m waiting for a call,” Jonny flicked the cigarette and it bounced across the ground.

  “And then what?” Eve’s ears pricked up as she listened intently.

  “And then we go home,” he smiled.

  “Really? Just like that?” she couldn’t believe it.

  “Mack and the rest of the outlaws are all going to be behind bars by the morning,” he smiled. “And then I’ll make sure you’re home safe and no one will ever harm you or come looking for you again.”

  She looked into his eyes and she knew that he was telling her the truth. This incredible man had already saved her once and now he was vowing to protect her for as long as she needed him to. Eve suddenly had the feeling that she would need him forever.

  “So, everything is going to be okay?” she said with a grin as she clasped her hands together.

  “Yeah babe,” he smiled and pulled her into his chest again. “Everything’s going to be just fine.”

  They made their way back to the motel room and fell down on the bed together to rest for the remainder of the night when Jonny’s cell phone suddenly sprang to life. He reached out and grabbed it and pulled it to his ear.

  “Walker?” he said before he waited for the person on the other end of the line to speak. “Umm hmm. Okay, great. Thanks.”

  He hung up and rested the cell back down on the side table.

  “So?” Eve asked impatiently.

  “So…” Jonny sighed. “Looks like Mack is in jail and won’t be getting out of there for a very long time. They’re not posting bail and he’s looking at a minimum of twenty years.”

  “Wow,” Eve exhaled.

  Twenty years behind bars. What could be worth risking that for?

  “So we can go home?” Eve leaned up on her elbows.

  “Yep,” Jonny smiled. “Or…” he trailed off with a mischievous grin on his face and Eve knew what he was going to say. “Or we could stay here a little longer? I’m certainly in no rush.”

  He wiggled his eyebrows and Eve felt the familiar beginnings of desire rising within her. She looked down at Jonny lying next to her and at his beautiful physique and tanned chest.

  How could she say no to that?

  “I’m sure we could figure something out.” she licked her lips as he leaned in for a kiss.

  As they rolled towards one another and started to become tangled up in each other’s limbs, Eve felt as if she had finally found happiness. She couldn’t wait to get him back to the city with her and for them to start a new life together. She had the feeling that everything was going to work out because they were bound by more than desire for each other… they were also bound by danger and the fact that Jonny had saved her life. He was responsible for her now, and she could sense his obligation. It made her feel so safe and cared for, it was the most wonderful feeling.

  It had been a crazy start to the year, one that she had in no way expected, but one that she was glad she had experienced even if it had at times been traumatic. She looked up into Jonny’s eyes and smiled. He made her feel complete and whole. He was what she never knew she had been missing, but now she knew she didn’t want to ever live without.

  He was her savior.

  Her protector.

  She knew she was about to start the wildest ride of her life with him by her side. The New Year had brought with it some life changing moments already, but she wouldn’t have changed any of it for the world.

  THE END

  Billionaire Yes Please

  Katrina Bliss

  Copyright ©2016 by Katrina Bliss. All rights reserved.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 1

  Jasmine knew she wanted more the moment she had finished. She sank back in her seat and pushed the bowl with the last creamy drops of her chocolate chip ice cream away from her, the spoon clattering in the bowl. It slid from her end of the table top until it reached the other end, grazing her mother’s arm.

  “Jasmine!” her mother growled at her, while her eyes remained glued to the book she was reading. “Don’t you see? I’m a child pining for attention, Mom,” Jasmine responded and pouted her lips. Her mother turned a page of her cheap paperback and sighed.

  “I wonder when you’ll begin to act your age. You’re a twenty-five year old woman. It must be all the kids you surround yourself with all the time,” she said, without lifting her head to look at her daughter.

  She could be right, Jasmine thought. The only real conversations she had on a daily basis were with five-year-old tiny humans at the kindergarten where she worked. Her mother, Camilla Kiberd, had made it obvious that she didn’t approve. The unanimous dream of both her parents had been that their only child would grow up to become a doctor or an engineer; a profession that would reel in the money, in any case.

  Jasmine had chosen teaching and she had chosen kids. Not for a second did she regret her decision, especially when she walked into the classroom to find a dozen shiny happy faces staring up at her. Her mother, on the other hand, never failed to remind her how disappointed she was with her daughter’s life choices.

  “Your father would have been so disappointed!” is the line she threw at Jasmine from time to time; just to really rub it in.

  Jasmine tore her exhausted gaze away from her mother and turned in her seat to catch the waitress’ eye again.

  “What are you doing?” she heard her mother remark.

  “I want some more ice cream,” Jasmine said, while she waved furiously to the waitress who still had not noticed her.

  “Your sweet tooth will be the death of you,” Camilla admonished, her attention was diverted from the book finally. In fact, she always had time to throw caustic remarks at Jasmine.

  “Relax, Mom. We’re on a holiday,” Jasmine said, and smiled broadly as the waitress finally began walking over to their table.

  “Another one of those delicious cu
ps of chocolate chip ice cream, please. And, Mom, anything for you?” Jasmine turned to her mother at the last minute.

  “Just some coffee please. Black,” her mother spoke to the waitress curtly and smoothed the lapel of her grey jacket. She was every inch the properly dressed woman.

  Jasmine watched her mother as she went back to concentrating on her book again. She had no idea where she had gotten her own looks from. While Camilla’s most striking features were her sky-high cheek bones, her straight and slim, somber lips, and a head of thick, straight hair which she now, like any proper sixty year old Englishwoman, chose to cut into a neat greying bob; Jasmine was an apple from a completely different tree. In fact, she was more of an orange. Her oval face barely gave away the hint of cheekbones; her lips were wide and in a perpetual pout, while her auburn curls were constantly unmanageable. Her mother was tall and slender, where Jasmine was petite with an ample chest – more than ample in most cases. Her father, too, had looked more like her mother than he did like Jasmine.

  Jasmine sighed as she watched her mother read and gazed out of the smooth, cool glass panes that they were sitting next to. She could hear the seagulls in the sky and when she looked at it, it was bright blue and clear. She didn’t need to step outside to know that the sun would beat down on them, and yet, her mother was in a business suit. Well, she was always in a business suit.

  “Aren’t you warm in that thing, Mom?” she asked.

  “Don’t be silly, Jasmine.” That haughty tone in her mother’s voice which Jasmine knew so well had returned. “I couldn’t possibly have worn anything else,” she said while glaring at her daughter through narrowed eyes.

  “Mom. It’s not a business meeting. It’s only a property viewing,” Jasmine suggested just as the waitress came back with the cup of coffee for her mother and a paper cup with two scoops of ice cream.

  “Exactly. It is a business meeting. It’s a meeting between two individuals who will be embarking on a business contract,” her mother replied, as she gingerly pinched the handle of the cup with her forefinger and thumb. She even put her pinky finger out like only those who were royalty – or true snobs – did.