Romance: Motorcycle Club Romance: Outlaw Biker's Baby (Contemporary Alpha Male MC Biker Romance) (Bad Boy MC Biker Pregnancy Romance)

by Tia Siren

  “Eric?” he heard someone call from behind.

  He turned and saw Amber standing there with a puzzled look on her face. “Hey,” he said as he scratched his head and looked towards the changing room.

  “What are you doing here? Into women’s fashion now?” she asked.

  Amber was the last person he wanted to find him here. She had a big mouth, as creative as it got in bed, but in other ways as well.

  “How about this one?” he heard Marissa ask.

  He closed his eyes and turned around to her. Then he gave her the thumbs up and bit his lower lip so hard he could almost taste the blood. Marissa saw the look on his face, and the scandalous one on Amber’s as her eyes widened with excitement. She took that as her cue to leave.

  “Well, well, well,” the woman said. “I didn’t know you like them chunky,” she said as she reached for her phone.

  Eric grabbed her hand. “Just shut up, Amber. I was just doing her a favour because she has had a rough day. You know she isn’t my type,” he said. The look on Amber’s face told him Marissa was standing right there. “Marissa,” he said as he reached for her.

  “It’s okay,” she said as she walked past. “I’m used to it.”

  Amber was chuckling then, and Eric knocked her on the shoulder as he moved past in a hurry to catch Marissa. “Marissa, wait,” he called. But she was already gone.

  ****

  For days, Marissa refused to talk to Eric, and the obedient and faithful puppy that had followed him around after he saved her was now as cold and distant as the Arctic. Never did he think rejection could feel that awful until it was meted out to him. And from someone like her at that.

  He lay in bed that night, tossing and turning as he kept seeing the hurt look in her eyes when the words left his lips. How did he get here? Eventually, when sleep refused to come, he threw the sheets back violently and got out of bed in a huff. He pulled on a robe and went onto the terrace. It was then that he realised it was a full moon. He only had two to go, and she was further away from being his wife than when they had just met.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  “I have something to show you,” Eric told Marissa when he showed up at the shelter the following day.

  “I’m busy,” she said, then deliberately ignored him and continued with her task.

  “I’m not leaving until you come with me,” he insisted. “Or I can talk very LOUDLY SO...”

  “Okay,” she responded quickly as his voice increased in pitch. “I’ll be leaving soon.”

  Eric smiled and leaned against the wall at the end of the line until she was through. “Now what?” she asked as she got to him.

  He didn’t answer her on the way to his car, and she followed obediently in silence. She didn’t seem the least bit impressed by his Jaguar, and it only forced him to see her depth even more. She sat quietly next to him as he sped along, and when he pulled up outside the spa, her eyes bulged.

  “Are you sure you want to be seen in public with me? I’m not your type, remember?”

  “That was a mistake,” he told her as he slid from the car. Then he knocked on the roof and urged her to get out. “Come on now.”

  Marissa crawled from the car, and it leaned to her side when she did. “I know I’m fat, and apparently that doesn’t sit well with others. You don’t have to feel the need to babysit me or be nice to me. I can take care of myself.”

  “I’m not babysitting you. I’m treating you nicely for a change. Someone has to make a start,” he said and winked. “Plus, you don’t look so fat to me.”

  “Why are you doing this?” she asked him, and he could see the tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

  “Because you deserve it,” he told her.

  She was problem free after that, and Eric waited in the lobby while she got powdered and pampered in the other room. He was flipping through more magazines of more things he was hardly interested in when she walked out. He didn’t notice her at first, but when she stopped before him, he dropped the magazine and gaped.

  “Wow,” he said as he flew out of his seat. She had gotten a haircut, and where her hair was a tangled mess before, it was now a layered bob that fell to her shoulders. She had on makeup, and her skin was glowing under the sparse lighting.

  Marissa blushed as she witnessed his reaction, and she smiled then. But this time it wasn’t a defensive shield as she was prone to display before. Now it came from the inside and radiated around the room. It grew even brighter when she saw the admiring guests looking on.

  “Come on,” she said as she yanked him from the chair.

  “I think we have one more stop,” he told her and made a hard right that brought them to a department store. “Here we go,” he told her, and this time she didn’t protest.

  Eric no longer cared what others thought; he only cared about how Marissa felt. It seemed his joy was now hinged to hers as he accompanied her inside the boutique. The store clerk was friendly, and Marissa was unable to tell if it was just store policy or if it was to be attributed to her new look.

  A half hour later and she was lugging several shopping bags after her, and when Eric picked her up later that night, she took his breath away. He couldn’t contain himself any longer, nor could he resist the urge to stare at her.

  “Stop,” she said as she was made painfully aware of his staring.

  “I can’t help it,” he told her. “You look amazing. Would you like to dance?” he asked as he held his hand out for her. “I won’t take no for an answer.”

  Marissa went with him, and for the first time since he had bumped into her on the street, they touched. Eric held her to him, and he could feel her heart racing in tandem with his as they moved to the rhythm of the music and their adrenal rush. When Eric brought her home, it seemed inevitable that he would have the urge to kiss her. She stood there paralyzed as she realised what he was doing, but then she closed her eyes as she held him, and their lips danced to their own song right there on the front porch.

  When they separated, they both shared the same heady feeling, and her eyes fluttered open again. “Did you kiss me because I now look acceptable?” she asked as she indicated her new appearance.

  “Yes,” he told her matter of factly. Her face started turning bitter as soon as the words left his mouth and she hung her head. “But not because I think you look beautiful now. I did because now you believe you are. You are an amazing woman with a big and kind heart, and you hid your beauty away under faded jeans and baggy outfits. That’s not you, and you didn’t know that or didn’t show it. Now you allowed yourself to, and it warms me inside to see you do it. That’s why I kissed you because words escaped me.”

  Marissa was on the verge of tears when Eric was through. She quickly wiped the tear that was about to fall and averted her eyes. “I appreciate you doing all you did, and for seeing me for who I am, and not what I pretended to be. For so long...”Her words were cut short as she started sobbing.

  “It’s alright now, Marissa,” he told her and held her to him. “I’ve got you.”

  Eric held her in his arms this time, as she cried and released her pent up emotions, and he realised then that for all the time he had spent trying to make her feel better about herself, he was exposing himself more to her beauty. It was then that he realised it was another full moon, and he smiled inwardly and out. Three moons would work after all.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Several dates later and Eric was growing devastatingly in love with Marissa Evans. He could be seen everywhere with her, and she was not the same woman since. It was after dinner one night that she finally decided she would spend the night at his apartment. Eric’s heart raced like he had never been with a woman before, and she did the same for she couldn’t remember the last time she was with anyone.

  She trembled each time he touched her, and when his lips found her bare skin, it was like electricity coursing through her veins. Eric ran his hand along the length of hers as he pressed himself against her. His lip
s began tracing the outline of hers, and his hands moved from hers to places on her long forgotten by a man. Her body was firm and taut, and she smelled like a sunny day as he drank in her warmth, making it his own. Her breasts lay bare before him, and he cupped one while sucking the other.

  Marissa twitched when she felt his icy cold tongue, still chilled from the champagne, as it covered her peaks, and she moaned. Her legs started sliding up and down the silky sheets, and she grabbed a handful when he lowered his head and began licking the tender spot at her throat. She held onto him now as he made his way south, carving out a path on her with his tongue, or rather, making abstract art as his head bobbed and weaved as he moved. His thumb found her pulsating centre, and as he strummed her like a guitar, he suckled her breast and slid his middle finger inside her.

  Eric started moaning when he felt her juice flowing over him, and he stroked, gently at first, and then more vigorously after. Then, when she started screaming, begging him to take her, he lost control. She held his manhood firmly in her hands, impatient for him, and guided him inside her. Eric bellowed as her walls closed in on him, and then he grew wild. He pressed her legs apart, and then drove into her, directly, then side to side, gyrating as he did. She started moving beneath him, welcoming him, and, at the moment, she gripped him with her walls, he pressed further into her.

  Then he rose up and drew her closer to the edge of the bed, planting himself firmly within her again as the beast was released. He howled as he felt his body tense and the liquid racing inside him, and he grew weak as it spilled inside her.

  Their chests heaved when it was over, and he plopped down on the bed next to her. Her hand found his and she clasped it with her own. He smiled as he looked over at her, and wiped a trail of sweat from her face. And then they slept.

  “There is something you need to know,” he told her in the morning as he got dressed. They had spent the night in blissful slumber. But that was just the first part. Now Eric was anxious about how she would feel when she knew what he was. “Better yet, there is something I want you to see.”

  “What?” she asked, a panicked look now etched into her features.

  “Not to worry, dear. It’s just that, you haven’t met my family as yet,” he told her. “Get dressed.”

  An hour later they were standing in the clearing that separated them from the rest of the bears. “Where are we?” She looked around as she tried to discern her actual location.

  “I may look like this sometimes, but this isn’t who I truly am.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked as they got to the trees.

  “Just keep walking, and listen,” he told her. “For centuries we have lived here, protecting the humans, and we will do so until time is no more.”

  “What do you mean, humans? What are you talking about, and where are we going?” she asked. Then she turned and saw a great black bear resting on four paws before her. Marissa almost tripped as she backed away, and she had every intention to flee until she saw the clothes on the ground. “Eric?” It was then that she stopped and looked into his eyes. “What? I don’t understand,” she said as she looked at him in disbelief. “You’re a bear?”

  Eric grunted then and moved his head from side to side. Then he made a purring sound as he walked up to her. He stared into her eyes and then lowered his head as if he wanted her to touch him. Marissa felt no fear as she did, and then she started laughing. Eric cocked his bear’s head to one side while trying to determine the source of her laughter.

  “And I thought I had issues,” she laughed. She stroked his head when he began rubbing it against her. “I’ll take you in any form you come,” she whispered.

  Eric grunted, and, before her eyes, he resumed his human shape, and it fascinated her to watch him do it. “You aren’t afraid of me now?”

  “How could I be afraid of the man, the bear, who braved the odds to be with me? You saved my life, so now you get to keep me,” she said and reached up to kiss him tenderly on the lips.

  Eric had never felt such joy as he did at that moment. Well, except at the ceremony a week later just before the third moon rose. Marissa walked down the aisle to meet Eric in his native form, and she was almost sure she saw him smile. Michael performed the ceremony, and at the end, he shared a knowing look with Eric.

  “Works every time,” he said as he patted him and walked off.

  Marissa had taken to the bears like she had always belonged, and they received her in the same way. Now she touched the garland hanging around Eric’s neck, the only accessory he wore, as he followed her to his secret place. Once there, he resumed his human shape, and she stared at him as he lay there like a Roman God.

  “So, do you think you can do that thing where...”

  “Not here, Eric,” she said as she looked around for onlookers.

  “It’s the honeymoon spot, my love,” he said and pulled her on top of him. She squealed with delight as she landed on him. “No one will come around here anytime soon.”

  “Ooh, in that case...” She started removing her bridal dress, and he laid there patiently waiting for her to complete her task. “You can get it as long as you like.”

  Eric caught her as she rolled over onto him, and as he held her and their lips collided, he knew he was complete.

  *****

  THE END

  PARANORMAL SHIFTER Romance – The Dragon’s Desire

  Chapter One

  Asch scoffed, sitting in the throne room and looking out at the sight before him. He wanted to go out and fly around, but, of course, his father told him he had to go wait for this new girl who was apparently supposed to come today. Asch would rather not deal with this, especially since he didn’t want to get married. Of course, he knew that the reason for doing this is because of his father. That man seemed bent on his son getting married.

  “Put a smile on your face there Asch. It’s not polite to frown when your future bride shows up,” his father said.

  “Piss off dad. I don’t even want to get married. I can’t believe you’re doing this,” he said.

  “Well you’re my son, a dutiful prince, and you do have to get married. I plan on having this woman sweep you off your feet. Who knows, maybe the two of you can learn from one another. It would do you well to learn a few manners,” his father said.

  Asch grimaced. The last thing he wanted to do was to marry this random human girl. He didn’t think it would be fun at all. His family chose a girl named Hilda, a woman who apparently had some value when it came to marriage. It’s not like Asch cared or anything. He would rather not deal with this ordinary human.

  The hall doors opened, and a servant came in.

  “Hello there, Melodious,” Asch’s father said.

  “Hello there, Sir. The girl is here,” the soldier said.

  “Good. Let her in. I hope Asch is ready for the beauty I chose,” his father replied.

  Asch just wanted to get this over with. There was no way he was going to marry some stupid human. He didn’t want to, and already he was counting down the seconds on the grand clock in front of him. It seemed more interesting than any options this pathetic girl could provide for him.

  When she walked in, Asch did have to admit she was pretty. She was curvy in all the right places, with thick thighs and a nice butt. She had a little bit of a pudge, but it wasn’t bad at all, and her large breasts certainly enticed him as well. She looked at him with blue eyes, her brown hair pulled back in a bun. She was in a black dress that shimmered, and although Asch had no interest in marrying, he did have to admit she was pretty hot.

  “Hello there,” she said.

  “Hi. You are?” he snapped. His long, silver hair cascaded down his back, and his lavender eyes gazed upon her. He was dressed in regal garb, and his body looked planted in the chair. She gulped, blushing madly.

  “Hello there. I’m Hilda,” she said. She couldn’t believe how attractive this man was. She agreed to come here to meet the son of a king because their family was going
to help her out. Hilda needed all the help he could get. Of course, he did turn her off in a way since he hadn’t even smiled at her.

  “Hi. Name’s Asch. Remember it I guess,” he said.

  “Now Asch, don’t be rude,” his father chided.

  “Whatever dad. It’s not like I wanted to do this or anything. I’m so sick of being told what to do all the damn time,” he said to him.

  Hilda paused. Even though she didn’t really want to do this either, she did want to tell him about it.

  “Well, it’s not like I’m going to do anything bad to you or something of that sort. I just wanted to meet the man I’m supposed to marry. No need to get your boxers in a bunch,” she said.

  Asch stood up, glaring at her with a fixed gaze.

  “I already can’t stand you. You’re not of the same class as me, you have a mouth so you’re going to talk back, and I can’t stand that you’re just waltzing in here and declaring that you’re getting married to me,” he said to her.

  At this point, his father had left, leaving the two of them alone.

  “Well, it’s not like you have to be rude about it either. I know this is hard on both of us, but maybe if you stopped acting like an immature little bitch your future would improve,” she spat back.

  “Me? I’m not the one in here so desperate for something that she has to sell herself off to a kingdom. What a pathetic ordeal,” he said.

  She was fuming at this point. She couldn’t believe that he was treating her in this fashion. Hilda wanted to hit him, to give him a piece of her mind, but she had to hold herself back.

  “Gosh, I already can’t stand you. I was expecting a friendly welcome from the prince of a kingdom, but I guess I’m in for a rude awakening,” she replied. She felt hurt in all honesty. Was it because of how she looked? Was it because she was of a different social class? All of these disturbing thoughts clouded her and she felt insecure. However, she didn’t want him to know that, for if he did, he wouldn’t let her live it down.