CONTROL: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Blackened Souls MC)

by Naomi West

  She faced a brand new sparkly Harley. It was black with magenta swirls painted down the sides. A helmet sat on the seat, matching the paint job of the bike.

  “My own Harley!” She stuck the helmet on and climbed on the bike’s seat.

  Saxton had been teaching her how to ride. She’d found it far more enjoyable than she thought she would have. The feeling of the wind around her, running over her skin, the road zooming by, was exhilarating. They’d discussed getting her her own bike, but hadn’t made any serious plans. Turned out, Saxton had been planning this all along, she guessed.

  “Do you like it?” he asked.

  “I love it! I want to take it for a quick spin!”

  He chuckled. “Dressed like that?”

  He gestured to her fleece pajama bottoms and socked feet. She didn’t even have a coat on, but she put the key in the ignition and felt the rumble of the engine as the bike started. She listened to the bike for a moment and Saxton went to open the garage door. When she saw the cold winter sky ahead, she pressed down on the pedal and took off.

  She toured around the block, the frigid air biting through her thin pajamas. The rush of the speed and knowing this bike was hers outweighed the cold. She never thought she’d be a biker chick. Not in a million years. But once she started riding, there was no going back. She’d even gotten her own leather jacket a few months ago, courtesy of Saxton. She loved it when they went on rides together, and now that she had her own bike, they could go for much longer rides.

  She turned back into the driveway, shivering. Later, when she was dressed properly, they could go for a better ride. This was enough of a taste for now, but she was cold. She stopped the bike and hopped off.

  Ian clapped his hands.

  “Sweet,” she said as she pulled off her helmet. She went to Saxton and wrapped him in a tight hug. “I love it. Thank you.”

  “I’m glad.” He kissed her and hugged her back. “Let’s get inside. You’re freezing.”

  They resumed their places in the living room in front of the tree.

  “How about a fire?” Saxton asked.

  “Perfect.”

  Sara poured two cups of hot, fresh coffee, wrapping her fingers around her mug to thaw them out. She sat and set the mugs on the coffee table while Saxton gathered wood and stacked the pieces in the fireplace. He got the fire going and came to sit beside her. Sitting together, sipping coffee in front of the fire, watching Ian play with his toys, life felt absolutely perfect.

  Well, almost perfect. She tried to ignore the ping in her chest. When Saxton had taken out the small box, she thought for sure it was a ring and he was going to propose. The bike had been an amazing surprise and she loved it, but that little fake out had made her realize just how much she had wished he’d proposed. Maybe it was time to bring it up and start talking about it. Maybe she could ask him in a way that didn’t put any pressure on him. Just a sort of, hey have you ever thought of getting married, type of thing.

  Saxton got up to poke the fire. He turned around and looked at Sara and Ian. He had a kind of strange look on his face.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “Nothing… I, umm…” He scratched the back of his head and looked at the floor.

  “Saxton? What’s wrong?”

  “Umm, can we just… Ian, can you come sit down for a minute?”

  Ian looked up from the floor, where he’d been playing with a pile of action figures. He grabbed a super hero and climbed up on the couch beside Sara. They both stared at Saxton.

  Saxton shifted his weight and let out a hard breath. “So, I wanted to talk to you both about something.”

  Sara’s heart raced, but not in a good way. This felt strange. Like he was going to say they should move across the country or he wanted to break up or something bad. He looked terrified and it made Sara uneasy. She swallowed hard and took Ian’s hand in hers.

  “What’s going on, Saxton?” she asked.

  “I thought that, since we all live here now and it’s pretty good, I mean, I think it’s been pretty good, right?”

  “Yeah…” she said, not sure where he was going with this.

  “So, maybe we should make it more... Permanent?”

  Sara sat up straighter. Her heart jumped again, but this time with excitement. “Permanent?”

  “If you want to. If you don’t, that’s okay, but I was thinking…” He turned and patted the space on the mantel behind the photographs Sara had put there months ago of the three of them. He picked up another small box and faced her again.

  “I was thinking, maybe…” He opened the box and got down on one knee. “Maybe you would want to marry me? And make a family with me?”

  Sara squealed and leaned forward to kiss him. Tears filled her eyes and she kissed him several times, then said, “Yes!”

  Saxton let out a breath, visibly relaxing as he did. “Geez. That was hard.” He chuckled and his hand shook as he pulled the ring from the box.

  “As long as this is okay,” he said to Ian. “Is it okay if I marry your mom and become your stepdad?”

  Ian nodded with wide eyes.

  Saxton slipped the ring on Sara’s finger and she looked down at it. The center was a large, round diamond. Several smaller diamonds surrounded it in a circle, all set on a thin silver band. It was gorgeous. More than she could have ever hoped for.

  “Wow,” she said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her off the couch, and into his lap.

  “Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for loving me and wanting me like that. For forever.”

  “Thank you for wanting us.” She knew it had to be harder coming as a package deal. He wasn’t just becoming a husband, he was becoming an instant father. No ramp up time, no growing up with the baby, learning along the way as she had gotten to do. They might have more kids, sure, but Ian was already here. She’d thought she’d be a single mom forever. That maybe someday when Ian was grown and left home, maybe then she’d find someone. But to have Saxton now, to have time to have more kids and a bigger family—a real family like she’d never had before—was a complete dream come true.

  “So, you’ll be my dad now?” Ian asked, the awe obvious in his voice.

  “Stepdad, yes,” Saxton said.

  “What does that mean?”

  “It just means that Saxton isn’t your biological dad, but he’s just like a dad in every other way,” Sara explained.

  “So…” Ian made a confused face.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “Does this mean I’ll finally have a dad like the other kids in my class do?”

  Sara and Saxton exchanged a look. Ian had said many times that he was sad he didn’t have a dad when all the other kids in his class did. He didn’t understand why he didn’t and why he couldn’t get one. Being able to give him a father figure was deeply important to Sara, and her eyes filled again as she saw the hope glimmering in Ian’s eyes.

  “Yes, baby. You’ll have a daddy now,” she told him. Ian’s face slowly changed from confusion to joy. He jumped off the couch and threw his arms around Saxton and Sara. “This is the best Christmas ever! I got a daddy for Christmas!”

  When Sara cleared her tears enough to look at Saxton, he, too, had tears in his eyes. He grabbed Ian into a tight hug. “You’re the best Christmas gift I could have ever asked for.” He reached his other arm out to pull Sara in close. “And so are you,” he whispered. “This really is the best Christmas ever. I have everything I could have ever wanted.”

  THE END

  Books by Naomi West

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  OWNED: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Blood Warriors MC)

  I BOUGHT HER SO SHE COULD GIVE ME A CHILD.

  I need a son to fulfill my father’s last wishes.

  The pretty bartender is perfect for the job: hot, lonely, and desperate.

  Now, I own all of her – from her lips to her womb.

 
And she’s going to have my baby.

  It sure as hell wasn’t how I saw my life going.

  I’m a biker, after all, not some loser dad with a white picket fence and 2.3 annoying children.

  I drink, I fight, I screw.

  I definitely don’t babysit.

  But even for a rebel like myself, some things simply must be done.

  My father begged me on his deathbed to give him a grandchild.

  Plus, he made it a requirement of my inheritance.

  Fine. As you wish, Pops.

  One baby, coming up.

  But the women in my life are hardly fit for conversation, much less reproducing.

  I need someone a little different.

  That’s where Star came in.

  She’s as tough as they come, but more importantly, she’s desperate for some money.

  I can give her that.

  In exchange, I want all of her.

  I want to see that sexy little grin.

  To touch that tight little body.

  And to give her a night that she will never forget – at least, not for nine months afterwards.

  I’ll do whatever I want with this vixen.

  After all, I own her now.

  Broken: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Satan’s Wings MC)

  SHE’S NAKED, WET, AND BROKEN – BUT MOST OF ALL, SHE’S MINE.

  Second chance? F**k that.

  I only need one moment alone to get Daria begging for my c*ck.

  I’m gonna f*ck her full of my seed until she realizes the truth:

  I’m not the kid she used to know anymore--I’m a motherf*cking man.

  She’s trying to put the pieces of her life back together.

  I’m trying to hunt down my father’s killers.

  It wasn’t the right time or place to do what I did…

  But do I look like the kind of guy who gives a sh*t?

  Let me answer that for you: no, I’m not.

  I couldn’t care less what Daria wants.

  Because what I want is this:

  Her legs spread wide.

  Her mouth held open.

  And not a stitch of clothing anywhere in sight.

  I’m gonna tease her until she breaks.

  Then I’m going to pick up the pieces and f*ck her ‘til she sees stars.

  Inconvenient?

  Maybe.

  Crossing a line?

  Most definitely.

  But will it be worth it when I finally f*ck the girl next door?

  You better believe it will be.

  STOLEN: The Vanguard MC

  I STOLE HIS BRIDE AND PUT MY BABY INSIDE OF HER.

  Wyland West should’ve learned a long time ago: Do. Not. F*ck. With. Me.

  But he stuck his nose where he didn’t belong, and now he’ll pay…

  With his most valuable possession: his fiancé.

  I’m going to break her. Mold her. And make her scream my name.

  The new District Attorney, Wyland West, is a spiteful S.O.B.

  He’s got a hard-on for stomping out people like me.

  Rebels.

  Bikers.

  Bad boys.

  He wants to clean the streets, whatever the hell that means.

  But what he doesn’t know is that he doesn’t run this city…

  I do.

  And I’m not about to let a bastard like him take over without a fight.

  He wants to f*ck with me?

  Fine.

  I’m going to f*ck him right back.

  Starting with what he holds most dear…

  His beautiful bride.

  She’s gorgeous, alright, but by the time I’m through with her, she’ll be a naked, broken mess.

  By the time I’m done, she’ll be addicted to my c*ck.

  Dependent on my lips.

  Hungry and desperate for one more taste of my seed.

  But Wyland is more stubborn than I thought.

  He’s trying to burn my world to the ground unless I give her back.

  Do your worst, you son of a b*tch.

  Once I stole her, she became mine forever.

  SOLD: Jagged Souls MC

  Every piece of her belongs to me now.

  I’m on a hunt for my best friend’s killer.

  But I couldn’t pass up the chance to purchase a woman like her.

  She and her son are my possessions now…

  And I will use them both as I please.

  I saw her on stage and I had to have her.

  Blond, gorgeous, innocent –

  I needed that body in my bed.

  Beneath my hands.

  Submitting to my touch, my taste, my commands.

  But just as suddenly as she comes into my life, she disappears.

  No big deal.

  I have bigger fish to fry.

  Like finding out who left my best friend slaughtered and disgraced.

  But this search for revenge has been dead end after dead end…

  Until Sara comes back.

  Could she be the thing I’ve been looking for?

  Maybe there’s more to her than meets the eye.

  Maybe she was a better purchase than I realized.

  Maybe…

  Just maybe…

  She’s the key to ending this nightmare.

  But the girl with the porcelain skin is like a china doll:

  I’ll have to break her to find out what’s inside.

  RELEASE: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

  By the time I’m finished, she’ll be begging for her release.

  I’m going to hunt down Abby Winters and make her pay for her crimes.

  The things she did got my brother locked up on death row.

  It won’t bring my brother back home safe, but forcing Ms. Winters to her knees might help ease my pain.

  I hope she’s comfortable down there. This will not go quickly.

  My brother doesn’t deserve to be rotting away in a jail cell.

  What he did wasn’t his fault.

  It was that g*ddamn drug they gave him.

  He was a veteran suffering from PTSD, and those Big Pharma rats sold him on a pipe dream.

  What they failed to mention was that their “miracle cure” would send him spiraling out of control.

  My brother is my world, and they took him from me.

  Or rather, she took him from me.

  Abby Winters.

  CEO of Pharma Vitae.

  And the woman responsible for this whole f*cking mess.

  Nine times out of ten, people like her get away with their crimes.

  But for once, I’m going to make things right.

  I’m going to kidnap the prissy little b*tch and make her plead for my mercy.

  I’m going to take everything from her, just like she took everything from me.

  Her pretty, puckered lips…

  Her soft, pale curves…

  That last flash of innocence in her eyes…

  All of it belongs to me now.

  And I’m never letting go.

  Hawk’s Baby: Kings of Chaos MC

  He may be a killer, but I can’t say no to his touch.

  Hawk Millard is not a good man. He’s a felon, a biker – and maybe even his brother’s killer.

  But in the wake of Hugh Millard’s murder, Hawk is the only one who can care for Hugh’s infant son.

  As a private investigator, I’m determined to get to the truth, by any means necessary.

  Even if I have to sacrifice my body to Hawk to get there.

  Hugh Millard’s death still haunts me.

  I was the detective assigned to his case, but the official answers never seemed to hold water.

  So I quit the police force and struck out on my own.

  I have to know what happened.

  And Hugh’s brother seems like a damn good place to start asking questions.

  But he’s not a man who takes kindly to strangers.

  I move in next door, hoping to sneak my way into his life.
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  Before I know it, I’m helping Hawk care for his baby nephew by day.

  By night, I’m stifling my moans in dark hallways while Hawk’s hands and mouth roam across my body.

  It’s wrong, I know.

  But he just does something to me.

  Awakens something I can’t control.

  Uncages something that refuses to go back inside.

  It’s not all fun and games, though.

  I’m in too deep, mired in a world where I have no business mucking around.

  There are killers out there, and people eager to come after what’s left of the Millard family and fortune.