Sexy Bastards Anthology: Bad Boy, Biker, Alpha, Motorcycle Club, Contemporary Romance Collection

by Lexy Timms

  Only he’d been distracted. Damn it to hell.

  He tugged her into his arms, grateful when she came without resisting.

  “It can’t be that bad and whatever it is, we are better off knowing so we can deal with it.” He rubbed her shoulders, grateful to see that the deluge of tears was slowing. “Right?”

  She nodded, took a ragged breath, and sat up. She lifted her swollen, red-rimmed eyes his way. “If nothing else, we need to know.”

  “You’re right. We do.”

  Chapter 5

  Shit. She took a second breath, feeling her world stabilize for the first time since this started. He was right. They couldn’t move forward if they didn’t deal with this. Her way was honesty. She couldn’t change now.

  He beat her to it.

  “Check my pocket first, please.”

  She studied his gaze, then shook her head. “No. I trust you.” And she shifted back and away to lean against the headboard again. She offered him a watery smile. “I’m sorry. You need to look in my pocket.”

  He laughed and tossed her jeans at her. “Not if you won’t look in mine.”

  Then he reached over. “I will show you mine instead.”

  She stared down at the jeans he’d given back to her. She’d thought it was the end of the world if he didn’t take a look, but then she realized she was a fool. He was everything to her and more than that, he was a good man. There were no guarantees in life, but she knew he’d be there for her – one way or another.

  “I want you to look in mine,” she whispered. “I love you too.”

  He grinned, and ignoring her first comment, he said, “And that makes this perfect timing.”

  She frowned as he reached into his pocket and pulled out whatever he had in there. She couldn’t see what it was. He reached over and picked up her hand.

  “I didn’t know how or when to do this, but I bought it a few weeks ago when we were finally safe and had a future to plan.”

  “What?” Curious, she leaned forward, but he hadn’t placed whatever it was in her hand yet. It was clutched tight in his.

  He took a deep breath.

  And opened his hand. She stared at the stunning sapphire ring as it was held up to her, his words ringing in her ears. She couldn’t believe what her ears were hearing. Couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing.

  The ring – an engagement ring?

  Oh dear God.

  She stared at him in shock as he said, “I love you, now and forever, and I’m asking you to do me the honor of becoming my wife.” He took a shaky breath, a sideways grin on his face as he saw the shock on hers, and added, “Will you marry me?”

  “Oh,” she cried out softly, her gaze locking on his beloved face. “This was in your pocket?” And now she understood why he hadn’t wanted her to pull it out. Talk about ruining his surprise and yet being the answer to her problem at the same time.

  “Yes,” he said, “I almost panicked when I realized I’d left it in there and you had the jeans in your hand.”

  She shook her head. The ring was spectacular.

  But more than that, he loved her. Like really loved her.

  But he didn’t know about the pregnancy test. He’d been honest, but she hadn’t been yet.

  She carefully closed his finger around the ring and lifted her gaze to his, seeing the pain of rejection as he understood her actions. She hurried to say. “My answer is yes, but…”

  Relief washed over his face, then doubt. “But…”

  “You need to know what’s in my pocket before you accept it. Just in case,” she added nervously. She tossed the jeans to him.

  ***

  He was confused and scared, and damn it, she’d said yes, right? Weren’t they supposed to be celebrating? But her grip on his hand was so tight, the nails cutting in. She didn’t appear to notice. She wasn’t letting go of him, so that was good.

  And she wanted him to pull out whatever she’d been hiding.

  So he would. One-handed, because he wasn’t letting go of her either. But she seemed to feel when he found out something that he wasn’t going to want to marry her.

  Just the thought of something so big choked him. He couldn’t bear to think of what she could mean. Awkwardly, his fingers fishing inside the tiny pocket – why were men’s pockets built for a full-size hand and yet in women’s pockets the space was so small you had to slide a finger in to pull the item out sideways?

  It made no sense.

  He finally grasped the sharp item and tugged it up and out.

  It was a small plastic stick.

  He turned it over and around and stared at it. No matter which way you looked at it, it was a stick with a faded blue end.

  Like what the hell was this? He lifted his confused gaze in her direction and watched as she struggled, one-handed, to take a small box out of the nightstand and toss it in his direction.

  A home pregnancy test kit.

  Holy hell. He grabbed it up to read the instructions. If the stick turned color, the test was positive.

  “Shit,” he whispered as he dropped the box and picked up the stick. Definitely blue.

  He raised his stunned gaze to her and said, “You’re pregnant?”

  She nodded. “Apparently. I was going to do a second test this morning,” she mumbled. “Just to confirm.”

  “Oh my God. You’re pregnant.”

  “I think so,” she stressed, “But…”

  He grinned. “Do the second test. Please. Let’s find out for sure.”

  He leaned over and gave her a bruising kiss. “I want to see.”

  She frowned at him. “I’m not going to pee on the stick while you watch.”

  “Yes, you are.” He laughed at her disgruntled look. “But not until we do this first.” He opened his hand and carefully placed the sapphire on her ring finger. “We’ll do this in the proper order.”

  While she splayed out her fingers, loving the look of the ring, he walked around and tossed the bedding back and scooped her up. She squealed in laugher. He carried her to the toilet and set her down. He returned with the second test kit and brought it to her.

  She rolled her eyes as he walked back out. She quickly followed the instructions then finished her business. She laid the test stick on the box and washed her hands, watching as he walked back inside the bathroom.

  “Now we have to wait.”

  “How long?” he demanded, his gaze never leaving the tiny strip.

  “Not long.”

  “Good.”

  Chapter 6

  “Why?” she asked curiously.

  He pointed, a huge glowing smile on his face. She turned to look. The test strip was blue. A solid, not-to-be-mistaken blue.

  “I’m really pregnant,” she said in dazed tones.

  “You’re really pregnant.” He laughed, picked her up, and twirled her around. Then as if remembering he needed to be careful, he did a second twirl much more carefully.

  “You want me to be pregnant?” she accused.

  “I want you to be pregnant,” he confirmed. “I want you and our children for every day we have together.”

  He smiled down at her with so much pride and love in his gaze that she had to wonder what she’d been so scared about.

  “In fact,” he said, “I just love you. Any way you come.”

  God, she was blessed. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “And I love you too. I’m sorry for being scared to tell you. I should have known.”

  “You should have, and now you do. No more doubts. No more fears. You are meant to be with me.”

  “And what if we’re having twins?” she teased, almost wanting to test him.

  His gaze lit up even further. “Now that would be perfect.”

  “Ha, just one is fine.”

  One might have been fine, but when she was presented with one son and one daughter eight months later, she knew her life was blessed. The last eight months had been a flurry of moving, selling her house, and g
etting a nursery together, intermixed with special sessions of just holding and talking to her pregnant belly. A time of growing, commitment, and most of all, loving.

  Morgan held the twins carefully. Both were wrapped in tiny blankets embroidered with little matching bikes in the corner. His gaze kept switching from one to the other. “I didn’t think I could ever feel like this. To have a family of my own…” Tears collected in the corner of his eyes.

  She smiled and gently brushed them away. “That you have, now and forever.”

  Author’s Note

  Thank you for reading Biker Baby Blues! If you’d like to read the rest of the series they can be found here:

  Books in this series:

  Biker Blues: Morgan Part 1 – Amazon

  Biker Blues: Morgan Part 2 – Amazon

  Biker Blues: Morgan Part 3 – Amazon

  Biker Baby Blues: Morgan Part 4 – Amazon

  Other books in the Bike Blues world:

  Biker Blues: Salvation Part 1 – Amazon

  Biker Blues: Salvation Part 2 – Amazon

  Biker Blues: Salvation Part 3 – Amazon

  If you’d like to read about other books I’ve written, please check out my website at: www.dalemayer.com. I can be contacted there or through my Facebook author page. To be informed of new releases and special offers, sign up for my newsletter.

  Cheers,

  Tasha Lyons

  JUST LOVE ME

  By

  C.C. CARTWRIGHT

  COPYRIGHT

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Copyright © 2016 by C. C. Cartwright

  Justin

  I’m God’s gift to women, what can I say?

  When I am out and about, I catch the ladies checking out the goods.

  I’m at the beach today, and my sister has her posse of friends with her.

  One in particular is beyond beautiful, with a killer body to match.

  “Justin, don’t you remember me?” she asks, in the most sensual voice I’ve heard in a long, long time.

  “Sloane Hart, is that you?” I utter in disbelief, it’s my little sister’s best friend

  all grown up and filled out in all the right places.

  Needless to say I don’t waste a minute getting her alone.

  After I take her out to dinner, I get her back to my place for a little slap and tickle session.

  Things get hot and heavy, we’re just about to do the dirty deed when I sense something isn’t right, she’s tense.

  “Can you go slow and easy?” she asks timidly.

  WTF, she’s a virgin?

  I don’t mess with virgins anymore, not since high school.

  Next. I’m moving on. Don’t want Sloane, dear Sloane, getting stuck on me.

  After a couple of months, I’m usually done and over it.

  I tell her I’m doing her a favor.

  The problem is, I can’t stop thinking about her. Then when I see other guys hitting on her, it makes my blood boil.

  I end up taking her out to keep her from going out with these other players.

  This can’t continue…Sloane Hart is getting under my skin.

  Sloane

  Justin Harlow has got one killer set of abs and is devilishly handsome.

  He knows he’s God’s gift to women.

  I go weak in the knees at the sight of him on the beach today.

  He’s my best friends older brother, and I’ve been in love with him for as long as I can remember.

  The way his eyes rake over me from head to toe today, I know he wants me.

  He tells me I’ve grown up, and filled out in all the right places.

  I’m in trouble.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Justin

  I’m enjoying a day at the beach and my sister Kylie shows up with her little posse of girlfriends. None of them are much to look at, except for one and she looks vaguely familiar.

  I admire her from a distance for a good part of the day. As I play volleyball with my buddies, she comes and watches. Of course I put on a show for her. You see, I’m Gods gift to women. I have a hard, lean body, which I work hard at maintaining, and the chicks dig it. I see Kylie’s sexy friend looking in my direction.

  We take a break and decide to go and cool off in the waves. While my buddies and I are body surfing, I see Kylie’s enticing friend standing at the waters edge in her teeny weeny bikini. I decide to venture onto shore and approach her as I walk out of the water.

  “Hi Justin, don’t you remember me?” I hear a very feminine voice greet me as I walk up to her.

  “Wait a minute, is that you Sloane?” I finally realize who she is.

  “Yes, don’t you recognize me?” She shoves me teasingly with her soft hands, making the skin on my wet chest sizzle.

  “You’ve grown up,” I say, making no bones about eyeing her from head to toe and she actually blushes.

  “So I’ve been told,” she says.

  “How long has it been since I’ve laid eyes on you?” I eye her again.

  “Too long,” she says in her seductive voice.

  “What are you up to now?”

  “I’m in my last year at Pepperdine,” she replies. So she is still local for me and my ears perk up as well as other parts of my body.

  “How about you?”

  “I live and work in LA now,” I reply.

  “Oh that’s right, Kylie told me.”

  The amount of sex appeal she packs in that petite frame of hers would have a guy hard in seconds. I’m already dying to get in between those long sexy legs of hers. I can tell she knows it by the way she moves and tilts her head and pierces me with those sultry exotic eyes of hers. The way her lips move leave me fantasizing about having them wrapped around me.

  Her voice is the perfect combination of deep and throaty, yet has a flirtatious lilt to it. Seriously, she could bottle it and sell it like an expensive perfume.

  From eyeing her in her tiny bikini, which leaves little to the imagination, I peg her measurements to be 34-24-34 of pure perfection. She’s probably a C cup, a large handful, which look even larger on her svelte body. She catches me eyeing her like a dog does with a bone. Yes, I want to consume her. But I have to approach this one just right. She definitely gets her share of attention and can pick and choose who she lets into her bed would be my guess.

  Judging by the way she sways those curvaceous hips of hers, she ain’t no virgin. She has probably heard every line that a guy on the make can throw her way. I need to think of my approach, although I have never had a problem getting what I want from the female persuasion.

  As we continue to converse, I can tell that, on top of her enticing physical attributes, she’s also articulate and smart. I find this to add to her appeal, not take away from it. I’m not like most guys; I need a girl who’s smart and will challenge me to hold my interest. She’s still in school, studying business law at Pepperdine.

  I just graduated. Set myself in a cool bachelor pad overlooking the city in one of those high-rise condos in Downtown LA. I just started working at Goldman Sachs as an up-and-coming Investment Banker.

  As our beach party winds down, I manage to score Sloane’s number and a date with her for next Saturday night. I will be counting the days until I can get my hands on that sinful body of hers.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Justin

  I’ve taken Sloane out to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants and we’ve been dancing in the hottest club in LA. And although I’ve enjoyed her company, we’re back at my place and I’m more than ready to enjoy that luscious body of hers. I’ve been fantasizing about sinking myself into it all week. Did you know that a guy thinks about sex, on average, about twenty times a day? There have been studies on it, it’s been proven, and I can vouch for that.
I’m living proof of this theory.

  Once I lure her into my bedroom, I move quickly, like a tiger does with its prey. I want to devour her. I’ve got her naked and she’s splayed out on my bed with her long silky hair falling across my pillow.

  Now I’m perched right where I want to be, between her sinuous legs. I dive into her intoxicating scent. I roll my tongue over her sensitive bud and she flinches up hard against my lips. I pull it into my mouth and as I suck it in, my eyes watch her as she gasps and starts fisting my sheets. Her luscious tits arch up and I can see her nipples peak. I continue my assault on her slick bud before I slide a finger into her.

  Damn, she’s tight as a virgin.

  She tenses, “Oh, Justin,” she moans then opens her eyes and gazes down at me in surprise.

  “Relax and enjoy,” I soothe. I’ve got her right where I want her, primed and ready for me. Soon she’ll be begging for me, they all do.

  I slowly crawl back up her curvaceous body, admiring the view before I settle my hips between her thighs. My steely shaft is ready and waiting to enter her slice of heaven. I take her lips in a scorching kiss that she deepens. She’s panting for me. I take my shaft and glide the tip along her slick fold.

  “Justin,” she swallows out as if she’s hesitant all of a sudden.

  “What is it?” I ask.

  “Can you go slow and easy?” she asks softly, her eyes searching mine.

  “Sure,” I reply, a little caught off guard. I was just about ready to plunder her, but suddenly something doesn’t seem right; I hear it in her voice, in her request.

  “Sloane, this isn’t your first…” I stop mid-sentence as she starts to nod her head yes.