Greatest MC Romance Box Set

by Blair Grey

  “Wow,” Nicki said as a tear fell down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly. “Just – wow.”

  Brittany leaned over to hug Nicki. “You’re one of us now, Nicki.”

  Carl looked at me and sighed. “I’m certain by now, with everything that my wife has said, that you know what I’ve got to say.”

  “I’m pretty sure I know. But hearing you say it would be welcomed.” I got ready to hear the words I’d been waiting for. Closing my eyes, I held Nicki’s hand tightly.

  “You’ve earned your patch, kid. I could get sappy with you over this, but I won’t do it to you right now. You’ve got enough going on to put that kind of emotion on you, brother. But the party we’ll have for you once you’re better will be a cry-fest, I promise you.” In my free hand, I felt the fabric of the patch Carl handed to me. “Get your woman to sew that on your black leather jacket for you.”

  “I’ll do it,” Brittany was quick to say. “We’re taking care of things for her.”

  “Not on your life,” came Nicki’s quick interjection. “I’ll sew my man’s patch onto his jacket, and I’ll be proud to do it.”

  This girl is going to make one badass biker babe!

  Epilogue

  Nicki

  After the nurses shut us down for the night, I managed to get six hours of sleep before the girl from the lab came in to draw my blood. “Morning,” she said cheerfully.

  Rolling my head to the side, I saw Garrett as he held our baby boy against his broad chest. “Morning, Momma.”

  A year had gone by since the last time we’d been in a hospital together. “I don’t want to do this again.” Everything hurt on my body.

  The lady who’d woken me up, stabbed her needled into my vein and began taking out my blood. “A little stick.”

  “Ow,” I whimpered. “I doubt you’ll get much blood. Between all I’ve lost while having the baby and the last two times my blood was taken, I’m probably running on fumes now.”

  She pulled a filled vial away from my arm and smiled. “Nope. You’ve got enough for what I need. Have a great day, Mr. and Mrs. Robertson.” She looked at our baby that Garrett still cradled in his strong arms. “What did you name your little bundle of joy?”

  Garrett was proud to answer that, “Our son – our first-born child – is Harley David Robertson.”

  I pinched the bridge of my nose as I’d argued up one side and down the other with my husband over our son’s name. In the end, he won out.

  “Cute,” she said as she left us.

  “Did you already fill out the paper for the birth certificate with that hellacious name?” I asked. “I mean, what about all my worries about having a boy named after a motorcycle? Do we really want our kid to think he’s a badass?”

  “How can he not be a badass? We’re badasses, baby. He’s got a double whammy of that coursing through his veins.” Garrett wasn’t one to give up, I had to give him that. And that aspect of him had saved my life, so I wasn’t really that upset about it.

  “Okay, you called it. He came a week earlier than he was supposed to.”

  He added, “And you had bet me the right to name him that if I was right, and he came early, then I got to name him. You thought he’d be boring and be born on time. I knew better. I knew he was raring to get out in this world. And I knew he wanted to meet me face to face. Just hearing my voice wasn’t enough for him anymore.”

  I had to admit that the boy was content as he could be with his daddy. “You two look adorable together.” I reached over and got my cell phone to take a picture. “Ow, ow, ow.” Childbirth hurt. But more than that, pregnancy hurt. Your back hurts. Your skin begins to hurt when it gets pulled all out of shape. Your head hurts when the crazed hormones attack. And then there’s the actual childbirth. And for some reason, I opted for natural childbirth.

  That’s never happening again!

  “The doctor said you’ll start feeling better by the end of today. But you’re going to have to get out of that bed and walk,” Garrett informed me.

  “When did she say all that?” I didn’t recall my doctor saying a thing like that. I snapped ten pictures of my two boys then put the phone back down.

  “While you were in the shower.” He went to put the baby in his little see-through bassinet. Then he climbed into bed next to me.

  With a loud sigh, I laid my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around me. “Just because we made our son on the back of your bike. Doesn’t mean he should be named after it.”

  “You were all cool with it if we were having a girl and I asked if we could name her Betty. That’s my bike’s real name. So, why not Harley?” Garrett kissed the side of my head. “You remember that warm, sunny afternoon down by the harbor?”

  “How could I forget?” I didn’t have amnesia; I just had given birth. “The bike was parked in the alley beside our office. No one was around because it was Sunday in downtown Baltimore. The place was dead.”

  “Yep,” he agreed. “You were all sorts of randy.”

  He knew I hated it when he said that. “Horny, babe. I wasn’t randy. I’m not Austin Powers.”

  “Anyway – you were hot for my body. And my bike,” he reminded me.

  “I eased up my skirt and you tore off my panties.” My skin began to prickle with heat.

  “You leaned forward and I got on behind you.” He brushed his knuckles along my cheek.

  “You started the bike up.”

  “Call her by her name,” he nuzzled my neck. “I told you to say that.”

  “Betty,” I whispered. “I called her Betty as she vibrated beneath me.” I’d found it hot at the time. Later on, I thought I’d been a little slutty for doing that.

  “You got me so hot while you were moaning her name over and over as I took you from behind.” He nibbled my earlobe.

  “Her leather seat rubbed my clit just the right way,” I recalled.

  “Her engine made her move for both of us,” he growled in my ear. “She purred, then I revved her engine and she screamed for us as we had all had orgasms at the same time.”

  “And I told you after we’d caught our breaths that motorcycles can’t have orgasms.” I had to laugh a little.

  He kissed a line down my neck. “And I told you that they can too. And Betty had just proven that to both of us. If it wasn’t for her help, we wouldn’t have Baby Harley over there, sleeping peacefully.”

  We’d gone back and forth over that little thing he liked to call a fact. “You cannot put that machine into the story of how our baby was conceived.”

  “You put Greta’s fresh popcorn in that story. Why can’t I put Betty’s help in it?” he asked with a funny look on his face.

  “How can you even ask that?” I had no idea what he was thinking. “You were there. I ate that fresh popcorn, that only Greta had made, every night for a solid week. And – pow! I got pregnant after we’d been trying for two weeks.”

  Laughing, Garrett just shook his head. “You do know that two weeks isn’t very long to be trying to get pregnant, right?”

  “It seemed like a long time to me. I took a pregnancy test every damn day. Only after the week that I ate that popcorn did I get a positive result.” I thought the popcorn had everything to do with our little miracle.

  “And we’d had sex on Betty. You took the pregnancy test that next morning and we had our plus sign.” His cocky grin said it all. But he had to say it anyway, “Betty was part of it. You have to admit that.”

  “I’d also eaten popcorn that night,” I reminded him.

  “Okay, I’ve got a deal for you.” He tapped his chin as he thought about it and then he came up with something, “In two years, we will try for another baby.”

  “Nope. I’m out.” I wasn’t about to have another baby. “Garrett, it hurts really bad. I don’t know if it’s just me, or what. But that fucking hurt. At this point, I don’t even know if my female parts will ever be the same. I mean, it’s got to be a real horror show down there. And I don�
�t know if that lasts forever or not.”

  He pulled the blanket a little. “Let me see. I’m sure it’s all back to normal by now. It’s nearly been twenty-four hours.”

  My hands went like lightning the hold the blanket down on both sides of my body. “No way in hell!” No one was going to look down there. Not even me. “Just take my word for it. Things are bad in that region. I can feel it. I sneezed while ago and it felt like my insides came out through what’s left of my vagina. It’s not good.”

  “Oh, on another note,” Garrett said as he pushed a lock of my hair out of my face. “Because I cannot think or talk about what you’re talking about. It’s just to – well, gross.”

  “I feel the same way. Change the subject, please.”

  “So, anyway, I got some messages from the guys when I posted the news that we were going to the hospital to have our little boy. They all three sent congratulations messages.”

  “How nice of them.” The men who’d gone missing just because they’d paid attention to me, were all found within hours of us putting Clyde on the case. “Of course, when you send people to save kidnapped men from a place like a sex dungeon, you can’t be sure of how they’ll react. It was a pleasant surprise that they did actually want to return to their lives and not be left to that life as sex slaves to beautiful women.”

  “You’ve got to give it to Strong for making their kidnapping sort of great,” Garrett added. “Not that I think being a sex slave would be great – but you know. It could’ve been far worse. Even the guys thought so.”

  “Men.” I rolled my eyes. “Harley will not be like all men. I will make sure of that.”

  “Bet he will.” Garrett put both arms around me and hugged me.

  His hug was a little too tight. “Ow. Let go.”

  Quick to let me go, he looked sheepishly at me. “Sorry.”

  “No. I’m sorry.” I was being a big baby about things. “It’s just that I’m afraid, Garrett. I’m worried about being a good mother.”

  “Don’t be. You’ll be great at it. You’re great at taking care of me. Those two months of tending to my wounds and taking such good care of me showed me that you’d make the best mom in the world. You’re already way better than my mother in every way.”

  That wasn’t hard to do. “Did you get her to answer your messages about our baby?”

  “No.” His grim expression made my heart ache.

  I didn’t have parents and the fact that he had his mother and that she didn’t want a thing to do with anyone, bothered me. I’d reached out to her a few times. I’d invited her to the wedding and the baby shower. His sister, Stacy had come with their grandmother, Shirley and their granddad, Moe.

  We’d all gotten pretty close. I guess I was just asking for too much for his mother to stop living in the past and start living for today. I knew she had tons of guilt over what happened to her children. The way she’d handled it had eaten away at her too.

  Still, one can never get on with life while one hangs on to all they’ve done wrong. I told her that once and she told me that I just didn’t understand.

  Garrett had told me that I was lucky to have gotten her to confess her feelings to me at all. She’d never confessed those things to her own mother.

  The door eased open and Stacy popped her head in. “Is it okay for us to visit our new baby now?”

  Garrett looked at me for final approval. “Is it, Momma?”

  “I’m not going to look much better later on. It’s cool with me, Daddy.” I ran my hand through my hair as I smiled at Stacy. “Come in and meet the newest member of our family.”

  “Cool.” She came in and her grandparents were right behind her. All three of them went right to look at the sleeping baby.

  Garrett and I stayed on the bed, our arms around each other as we watched our family gather around the new person we’d brought into it.

  The door opened again and a face I’d never seen in person peeked inside. Garrett’s body shook as we both looked at who’d come in. “Mom?” He flew off the bed and ran to hug his mother. “Mom! I’m so glad you came. You have no idea how happy you’ve made me!”

  Tears fell from everyone’s eyes as we all knew that little Harley David Robertson had healed a family that had once been broken for what everyone had thought would be forever.

  Like father, like son – both heroes.

  UNDECLARED: AN MC ROMANCE

  The Iron Cobras MC – Book #7

  By Blair Grey

  Copyright © 2019 by Blair Grey

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  Chapter One

  Lyle

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  A bluebird chirped by the widow as I walked into science class – late as usual. I didn’t care. The teacher had grown tired of marking me tardy. Plus, my father made sure no one bothered him about the problems I got myself into at school.

  My father could be the biggest asshole in the universe. It would’ve been awesome if he just yelled at people, but he had to go much further than that when he had it in for someone. He’d do his damnedest to ruin their entire lives. Being a cop, it was pretty easy for him to succeed in his goals too.

  With my teachers afraid of dear old Dad, I ran the high school my senior year. Avia - pale, dark hair, thin, with the darkest green eyes I’d ever seen – sat in the last row of old wooden desks, in the second to the last seat. Out of all the girls in my high school, she was the one who turned me on the most. The attraction had only just begun due to her expanding breasts, but it was there now. Solid as a rock.

  Using the sharp end of a drawing compass to carve something into the soft wood of the desktop, she had no idea that I’d set my sights on her.

  My goal had been set during the night. Avia starred in my dreams all night long. Now, I wanted that crazy sexy dream to come true.

  What Lyle Franklin wants – Lyle Franklin gets.

  Juan Santos sat in the seat right behind Avia’s. Without saying a word, I gave the guy a look that told him he would move, or I would make him move – his choice.

  The only free seat left in the room was up front, right in front of the teacher’s desk. A thing Juan wasn’t happy about. “Son-of-a-bitch,” he muttered as he gathered his things and got up, leaving the desk open for me.

  The thing about being the son of a man like my father was that I’d had to kick more than my fair share of asses to earn the respect my father said I had to have with my peers. If the other guys in my class weren’t afraid of me, then I had to make them afraid. If I didn’t act the way my father demanded that I did, then he dealt with me in such a way that forced me to be the kind of person he wanted me to be.

  In Dad’s opinion, I was his son – not my own person. Everything I did reflected on him. So, I had to walk a fine line to be sure I didn’t do a damn thing to make him look weak in any way.

  Before I sat down, I flicked the compass out of Avia’s hand, so it wouldn’t keep her attention from me. It landed a few feet from her, on the floor. “Hey, jackass!” Her forest-green eyes glared at me. “Go get it.”

  “Fuck off.” I took the seat behind her. She could glare at me if she wanted to. Just as long as she was paying attention to me was all that mattered.

  “Open your books to page twenty-nine,” the teacher instructed us.

  Raising my hand, I asked, “Mrs. Higgenbottom, I forgot my book. Can I share with Avia?”

  With a shrug, she said, “I guess so.”

  Getting up, I pulled my desk up beside Avia’s. Her cheeks had gone to a shade of red as she looked down at her textbook. “You did that on purpose, you jerk.”

  She was right about that. I did leave my book in my locker on purpose just so I could share with her. I liked to think it was a romantic idea that
I’d had. “Shut up and turn to page twenty-nine. I read fast, so you’d better keep up – or else.”

  ‘Or else.’ The words used to scare the shit out of people. And you don’t even have to have any real intentions behind the tiny phrase. What a gift from the language gods.

  “Read the chapter, then answer the questions at the end of it.” The teacher’s eyes came to me. “Franklin, you can’t turn in a paper with both your names on it and think I’m going to give you credit for the work Avia will do. Do your own paper. Got it? This is a grade that will go down in the grade book. You do want to graduate at the end of this year with your class, don’t you?”

  “Got it.” Leaning in close enough to smell the Ivory soap on Avia’s skin, I let her know what I expected. “You better get all the answers right. We both want to graduate and get the fuck out of this hell-hole, don’t we?”

  “No shit.” She pulled out a couple of sheets of paper. “I knew you were gonna cheat off me. You’ll have to do the writing yourself though.”

  As if.

  “Nope.” I pulled the hood of my jacket up to cover my head then laid my arm out on the desktop to rest my head on it. “I’m gonna lay right here and watch you do it all. Write mine in messy handwriting, she expects that from me.”

  With a soft huff, she scribbled my name on top of one of the pieces of paper then wrote hers in a neat cursive style at the top of the other sheet. “Just go to sleep while I do all the work. At least that way, you won’t be bothering me.”

  I had given Avia some of my special attention throughout the years we’d been in school together. She was no stranger to my company. But it hadn’t been sexually motivated before, the way it was now. “And miss watching you do all the work? Not a chance, baby.” Running my tongue over my lips, I liked the way she shuddered. “Do I revolt you, Avia Forrester?”

  “I think you mean to do it, Lyle Franklin.” Her eyes scanned the pages of the book as she set to work, trying her best to ignore my presence.