“Well Hammer, I wonder what these are?” I shoved the paper warrants in his face, making sure that he could taste them. “Sit this guy up,” I ordered. Two raid members picked up Hammer and sat him against the wall.
“This won't matter, lady. We'll beat whatever bogus charge you stick on us.”
I crouched down in front of the leader. “I've been hunting you guys for a long time. I wanted to make damn sure this would stick. You could thank Miguel and the Los Diablos for that.”
“You're a lying bitch,” he screamed at me.
I stood up and walked away. “Oh yeah, one more thing. We raided your 'secret' stashes and found all the guns and drugs. You guys will be rotting in prison until the day you die.” Hammer's face turned to horror. He knew I had him by the balls.
I glanced over the other members on the ground and marveled at my success.
Malarkey came to my side. “Feels good, doesn't it?”
“It will feel even better when the bosses give me a promotion and get us out of that damn closet.”
Malarkey chuckled.
Something wasn't sitting right with me though. I scanned around the room but couldn't put my finger on the sudden doubt in the pit of my stomach. I looked at the Dark Steel members and counted.
“Charlie team, did you clear every room upstairs?”
Charlie leader answered in the affirmative. I looked back down at all the faces of the club members. Damn! “Where's Ace?” I asked with bubbling rage.
Malarkey looked down at a list in his hands. “He's the number three, right?”
Double Damn!
I ordered the teams to do another sweep of the building. “He must be hiding here somewhere. We have to find him!”
Chapter Twenty
Rachael
I awoke from my post-coital bliss and Ace was laying next to me, his arms and legs entangled in mine. I watched him sleep, his mouth slightly open and his eyelids fluttering. I wondered what he was dreaming about—maybe robbing a bank, killing a bunch of bad guys, or maybe even sex with me.
I lifted the bed sheet up slightly and gazed under. His shaft was flaccid and small. I giggled to myself. I couldn't believe he was all mine.
“Are you done?” Ace asked, waking from sleep.
I flush crimson and put the sheet back down. “I'm sorry, I just can't keep my eyes off your body.”
“Should we do something about that?” His lip curled into a grin.
Desire returned in full force. My mind screamed at me for no more—my body had it's own plan. Ace kissed me softly and I climbed on top of him. His erection became rock hard beneath me. I grinded against him, rubbing my sex all over him. Ace reached up and squeezed my breasts, massaging and kneading them.
The sound of glass shattering in the hallway interrupted our heavenly time.
Ace flung me off to the side and bolted out of bed. Hammer from downstairs yelled up, “FBI!”
“Get your clothes on fast,” Ace ordered.
He went over to a drawer and pulled out a large silver pistol. We quickly got dressed and Ace tucked the pistol in the belt behind his back. Footsteps pounded up and down the hallway. They could come bursting in at any moment. Ace locked the door and went back to the dresser. “Help me with this.”
I took one side and we shifted it over. I thought we were trying to block the door but Ace stopped short of it. He bent down at the wall and pushed it in. A small square door popped open. Ace smiled. “I always have an escape plan.” He motioned for me to go first. “I'll follow behind and close the trapdoor behind us.”
I got down on my hands and knees and looked through the tiny door. The shaft was small but big enough to fit a person crawling through. I glanced back at Ace and he kicked my butt to get me going. Ouch! I inched my way through the tunnel, wiping cobwebs out of the way. Ace followed behind and closed the door, cutting off the small amount of light.
We could hear the door to the bedroom break open. Boots pounded against the floor as they walked around. My pulse was pounding in my ear and fear kept me frozen. A man yelled, “Clear” and walked away. We were safe—for now.
“Keep going, Rachael,” Ace whispered.
I continued my descent into the musty escape. I finally came to another small door that opened to the outside. We were still on the second story and the drop was at least fifteen feet high. “What do you want me to do?”
“There should be a dumpster right below. Jump down into it.”
He's got to be kidding. But I knew he wasn't.
I took a deep breath and looked below—it might as have been a hundred feet. I felt a shove on my ass and I came crashing down into a pile of smelly black trash bags. The overwhelming stench of rotten food made me want to vomit. I quickly climbed out of the dumpster and watched as Ace made the same leap. His head popped out with some lettuce stuck in his hair. I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous situation.
Ace climbed out and joined me. “It's time we split up, Rachael.”
What is he talking about? “No, I'm staying with you.”
Ace and I ducked down behind the dumpster. “Listen to me. They aren't looking for you. You can walk away from this without a scratch.”
I steeled myself. There was no way in hell Ace was going to change my mind. “I'm not going anywhere without you.”
Ace looked deep into my eyes and kissed me hard. “You're so cute when you're defiant. I don't have time to argue with you. Stay here and I'll get my bike.”
I nodded and kissed him once again before he went off into the darkness. I sat behind the dumpster, my hands balled up in my lap, my stomach full of nerves. Minutes passed and he still wasn't back. Did he get caught? Should I check out what was going on?
I stood up and a hand touched my shoulder from behind. I screamed and turned around to find Ace with his index finger against his lips. His Harley sat behind him, ready to take us away from all this. “Hurry and get on. The feds are crawling all over this place.”
“You don't have to tell me twice.” I bounced onto the bike behind Ace and held onto him as he started the motorcycle. We zoomed through the alley and around the front of The Burger Joint. Black SUVs were parked all over the place. A woman with short hair and a suit came running outside the restaurant as we sped away.
We were going to make it.
I leaned forward and nuzzled my nose against his neck. I never wanted to leave this motorcycle. The bike suddenly stopped. Why were we stopping so soon? The FBI were probably on our tail. I gazed over to see my apartment.
“What are we doing here, Ace? Do you want me to get some stuff?”
Ace shook his head. “You can't come with me, Rachael.”
I hit him in the shoulder as hard as I could, but I knew he couldn't even feel it. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“The FBI are after me and the MC is in handcuffs. I need to escape town until the heat dies down.”
Ace killed the engine and got off the bike. I stayed on, hoping to somehow chain myself to the handlebars. “I'm coming with you,” I said, my bottom lip trembling.
Ace sighed. “You don't understand. If you come with me, you'll be aiding and abetting a fugitive. That comes with some serious prison time. I can't let you do that.”
I put my hand on his face and caressed it. “I know that you love me and don't want anything bad to happen. But you need to hear me...I'm not getting off this fucking bike. There's nothing here for me. I'm a stripper for god's sake.”
Ace suppressed a chuckle. “You are truly unique, do you know that, Rachael?”
I pinched both of his cheeks hard. “Just shut up and get back on the bike.”
Ace shrugged and kissed me. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I will always be by your side, Ace.
I looked back at my apartment and realized that I didn't get to say goodbye to Jenny. The FBI would surely talk to her in a couple of days when they figured everything out. It might be awhile before I could contact her. I
blew her a kiss as Ace drove us away.
We rode through the night, red taillights streaking past my vision, no particular destination in mind. The singular headlight of the motorcycle lit up the road ahead as streetlights flashed by us. We could go anywhere we wanted to. Start over if we had to. As long as we had each other we could get through anything. Our love would protect us.
Epilogue
Rachael
The virgin margarita was ice cold and tasted like summer. The sun beat down on my tanned skin as the sounds of the ocean crashed in the background. The view was absolutely incredible. The ocean went on for miles and met up with the horizon. The beach was completely deserted except for us. I never pictured myself living the high life. I lifted my sunglasses and looked over at Ace. My man.
Ace lay on the beach chair next to me, his nose deep into a newspaper. His chiseled chest glistened in the sunlight. My thighs were still quivering from when we made love this morning. His body on top of me, thrusting in and out until finishing. I couldn't get enough of him and his thick cock. Just thinking about it brought a smile to my face.
“How is everything back home?” I asked softly. We had been on the run for months now and even though we were living in paradise, Ace longed to go back home. His sense of duty to his MC was overriding any sort of fun that he could be having. Knowing that his brothers were in jail made the guilt unbearable. I wanted to be there for him but there wasn't anything I could do.
Ace sighed and folded the newspaper. “That FBI Agent Swift is still on the lookout for us.”
I remembered when Ace showed me the newspaper with my missing photo on it—a prom photo from high school. There were a couple quotes from Jenny about me being the “most incredible woman ever.” My stomach wrenched at the thought that Jenny probably believed I was hurt or dead. She didn't deserve that. A phone call to her could change all that but there was no way. The FBI probably had her cellphone tapped.
It didn't take the FBI long to connect the dots and link me to Ace. The American media was fascinated with the hunt for us. The tabloids labeled us as Bonnie and Clyde, going around robbing banks and killing people. We weren't even in the U.S. anymore. The east coast of Mexico was our home now.
“What are we going to do?” I asked Ace.
Ace gazed towards the ocean. “We stay put. Once the media fervor dies down, the FBI will eventually give up the search. Then we can go back and figure out a plan to get my brothers out of prison. I just don't know when that will be.”
I lay back in the lounge chair and stared up at the clear blue sky, my hands resting on my growing belly. Everything was perfect here. How could I ever leave? I wanted our child to grow up in this paradise. I looked back over at Ace and wanted to feel his warmth again. He needed to keep his mind off things.
My mouth curled into a sly grin. I got out of my beach chair and crawled over to Ace on all fours. His eyes were distracted by the ocean but I knew how to get his attention. I reached under his boardshorts and felt his limp penis.
“You didn't get enough this morning, baby?”
I shook my head innocently and stroked his cock until it was throbbing hard in my palm. Ace closed his eyes and leaned back as I felt up his shaft. My finger-tips could barely reach around his entire girth. I pulled his boardshorts down until they rested around his knees, bringing his cock out into the light of day. The beach was still empty but even an audience wouldn't get me to stop.
Ace tried to get up to kiss me but I placed my hand on his chest and shoved him back down. “No...no...no. Just relax and focus on my tits wrapped around your cock.” I guided Ace's hands underneath my black bikini top and he felt up my breast, pinching my nipple hard. His tongue licked his lips, craving to taste me.
I untied my top and tossed it to the side. Ace could barely contain himself as I stroked his rod. I shoved his cock in between the canyon of my tits, enveloping him. I gathered saliva in my mouth and spit down into my cleavage, lubing his cock as I slid up and down. Ace reached out and grabbed my boobs, pushing them hard around his shaft. He thrust in and out, moaning at the top of his lungs. He couldn't last much longer.
“Come all over me,” I whispered.
Ace found his release and unloaded all over my chest, his white seed spurting out. I helped him along, running my tits up and down his cock. His cum covered every inch of my breasts, running down my cleavage and to my stomach. I released Ace and he fell back on the lounge chair..
I used my rainbow-colored beach towel and cleaned myself up before it all dried on me. I lay next to Ace on his beach chair and rested my head on his chest. His breathing was fast and his heart pounded in my ear. I felt so safe in his arms. There wasn't anywhere else I wanted to be.
“Do you think we're going to have a boy or a girl?” I asked.
Ace stroked my hair. “Definitely going to be a boy.”
I lifted my head off his chest. “How do you know?”
“I can feel his strength.”
I smiled and rested my head back on Ace. We were going to be one big happy family.
The End
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Bad Boy Pregnancy
Copyright 2016 Michelle Hart
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Description
A one-night stand turns into a surprise pregnancy.
Veronica
Gunner was a mistake. A big drunken mistake.
When the tests came back positive, I knew my life was going to change forever.
Gunner knew this was going to happen. He chose me. And now we're going to be a family.
But how could I let a bad boy be the father of my baby?
Chapter One
Veronica
I slowly creaked open the door to Cultural Anthropology 301. Mr. Capshaw's back was to me, writing with marker on the white board. Classmates diligently took notes while Capshaw spoke about cannibals. It was becoming a habit of mine to be fifteen minutes late—parking was impossible at college.
I hunched down and went down the row of desks, scanning for any empty spots. Students watched me as I sneaked by, some giggling and others scoffing.
Why did the whole world only pay attention to me when I was late?
A vacant seat sat all the way at the end of an aisle. Everyone shifted their feet to make way for me as I shuffled through. I passed by Kyle and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.
I was sitting so close to him! He threw a smile at me and I almost melted. His tight graphic t-shirt showed off all his muscles. Why couldn't I get a guy like him?
I wanted so badly to tell Kyle how I felt, but I'd never even spoken a word to him before. I only watched him from afar, studying his figure closely.
I gently laid my backpack down and took my seat. Mr. Capshaw's back was still turned away— the teacher didn't notice me.
“Nice of you to join us, Ms. Turner,” he announced, turning around to face me.
Busted.
I flushed scarlet and sunk into my chair. The students around me laughed. Kyle smirked at me. This had to be the most embarrassing moment of my life.
“Like I was saying before Ms. Turner interrupted us, it's time for your final paper.” Mr. Capshaw wrote Final Paper on the white board with a sad face next to it.
A collective groan echoed throughout the room.
Mr. Capshaw put up his hands in defense. “I know, I know. Most of you have been dreading this since the beginning of the year, but I assure you, it's not as bad as people have told you.”
My palms were sweating and I shifted in my seat. I'd heard that Capshaw graded these papers with an iron fist. Since it accounted for fifty percent of your grade, some students failed the class because of it.
“Let me explain what it's all about and then yo
u guys can judge it. I think a lot of you will actually enjoy the process.” A kid on the other end of the room raised his hand. Capshaw dismissed him. “No questions yet. Let me finish.”
The kid put his hand back down. I pulled out my notebook and flipped to an empty page.
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