The Don's Baby: A Bad Boy Romance

by Sophia Hampton

  She dropped to her knees and had him unzipped and the crown of his cock in her mouth before he could get any other answer. Damn she was good at that, but he wanted to know what was going on with her. It seemed like she was determined to cause a rift in this place, and Aaron and his boys would have a fit if they were told not to come back and it was his fault.

  “Emma?”

  “Just let me suck you for a little while,” she said before she drew as much as she could fit of his cock into her mouth. She hummed and moaned like it was her favorite treat, and he was trying his best not to get too wrapped up in it. Someone had to have a level head, but she was sucking the level headedness right out of him…literally.

  “I think that’s the kind of thing I hear in my very best dreams, but I have to find out what’s going on with you first. You look terrified for one and a bit drunk for two.” He tilted her head, and she looked him in the eye but didn’t loosen the hold on his cock or the deep pulls of her mouth. What started as him putting his hands in her hair to stop what she was doing became him grasping her hair and slightly pumping her mouth. Fuck. This woman was going to be the death of him, but she’d send him out coming like a geyser, and he couldn’t say that was the worst way to go.

  “You’re right on both accounts,” Emma said between licks up his shaft and sucking his cock into her mouth.

  “I need you to tell me what’s going on.” He tried to start the conversation again but he was having trouble forcing himself to make her stop licking and nibbling on him.

  She had finished unsnapping his pants and had them down around his knees as she licked and kissed his balls. She was very crafty at not getting him to focus on the issues at hand, but then he remembered where they were.

  “This is not the time or place for this, sexy.”

  She opened up her throat and took his whole cock in as she moaned, and he could feel the vibration on the tip of his dick. Damn. He held her head and set up a slow thrust. Since she wasn’t going to talk until she’d gotten him to come, he’d do it so they could move on…and because it felt so fucking good. Even though it had been less than eight hours since he’d shot a massive load, he could feel his balls drawing up in preparation to give this sexy woman what she wanted.

  “I’m getting ready to blow, baby. You’d better back up if you don’t want it down your throat,” he said, hoping she’d heed his warning, but she grabbed his ass and bobbed up and down on his cock like a woman possessed. The wet slurping noise almost as sexy as feeling her lips wrap around him and the eruption of his seed seemed to explode out. Emma sucked down every drop, moaning like it was marshmallow fluff instead of the salty ejaculate. She licked and kissed his cock until it was clean before she stood up.

  “That was one hell of a greeting,” he responded, noticing that she looked a little less pale since the protein shot she’d just inhaled. However, she still looked terrified. He pulled up his pants and fastened his buckle, as Emma watched and looked sad that he was putting all his stuff away.

  “I was given to one of the top guys in the club to be his Old Lady, and I’m just trying to think of a way to get out of it.”

  “Wow. I didn’t expect that.” He moved away from her to clear his mind. It was a big step and he didn’t know if there was a way to get out of it. In terms of club life, that was a binding agreement.

  “This may seem kind of crazy since we just met each other, but we could run away together. I know you’re pretty deep in with your club…” She trailed off like she thought the idea sounded ridiculous the more she talked. Standing there looking so lost, she had him feeling some sort of way. It wasn’t pity. He knew what she was feeling because he was feeling the same way, but what she was suggesting was an idea that was pretty out there. The funny thing was he was actually considering it. They’d just met, and it seemed so illogical but the part of him…the deep down spiritual part…almost sang in agreement. There could be another way to do this.

  “Maybe I could talk to him.” That offer came out of his mouth without him thinking. What in the world was he going to say to a man that would make him give up the woman who stood before him? He didn’t think it would go well, but he had to try all the options.

  She looked doubtful but then just shrugged. He knew she didn’t have any other ideas to put forth so she just accepted his, but he hated seeing her so resigned. “I guess that could work. What would you talk about?”

  “I’ll wing it.” He muttered and pulled her to him. She looked beautiful even with her eyes filled with terror and doubt, and he wanted to relax her as much as he could. He bent down to take her lips in a kiss and figured maybe he could arouse her and give her a bit of pleasure. She winced when he lightly pinched her nipple. “What’s wrong?”

  She pulled away from him. “It’s nothing. Do you want me to text him to meet you somewhere?”

  “In a minute. Come here.” He pulled her to him wondering what had caused this change in her to this extent. She loved nipple play, and he knew she liked them bitten and pulled hard, but there was definitely something wrong.

  She walked over with her head up. This proud woman had been through a lot, but it looked like someone had put her pride through the ringer since their last meeting. She looked…wilted maybe. It was hard to describe, but the feeling he got from her was broken. He pulled up her shirt and softly tugged down her bra to see the beginning of deep bruises on her nipples.

  “Who did this to you?” he demanded, fighting hard to keep himself together.

  “That doesn’t matter right now. It would mean a lot to me if you could somehow fix this. I know I’m not your concern or your worry but….” She broke off, and he could see she was about to cry but was valiantly holding the water works at bay. He wondered why she’d do that. Most women he knew would have used their vulnerability and tears as a bridge to get the man to do what they wanted. Tears put men in a state of wanting to fix something for the damsel in distress, but this one seemed to want none of that. Another pleasant surprise that he wasn’t expecting.

  “Shhh. It’s okay.” He helped her gently put her clothes right and was livid that someone would do this to a woman—any woman. Yet, the fact that he’d done this to his woman made him so angry he hoped the man didn’t say anything too stupid. “Just text him and tell him you want to see him in the parking lot right now. We can discuss what to do next later tonight. Are you staying with the woman whose house I dropped you off this morning? Is she here now?”

  “No. Melanie didn’t want to come tonight and stayed home at the last minute. I could go there, but I should stay to make sure everything works out alright.”

  “Good. How about you go to her house now and wait until I come for you?” Rafe didn’t know how this conversation was going to go, but he wanted her out of reach of the monster who’d marred and hurt her and her beautiful breasts. He gave her enough money to get from here to the opposite coast, and then watched her text the beast he was supposed to be meeting. “What’s his name?”

  “Mark,” Emma replied. Rafe took her face in his hands and turned her so he could taste her sweet kiss once more before he had to talk to the monster.

  He opened the door, looked both ways, and was pleased when everything seemed clear. Rafe was never so happy that he’d learned about all the secret passageways of this place. It wasn’t just the passageway to the bathrooms. This place was riddled with secret passageways. He led her out another hidden door that emptied into the alley beside the bar.

  “I want you to know that I didn’t plan on any of this.” Emma looked like she wanted to clear the air, and he stopped her because what she was saying was unnecessary.

  “How could you have? You didn’t know who was leading you out the door yesterday. How would you have guessed that a Tribesmen member had gotten a look at you and had to have a taste?” He was happy that his words brought her a bit of pleasure. Her color looked better already. Rafe flagged down a cab, got her seated, and gave her a quick kiss. Closing the door behi
nd her was difficult because he wanted to make sure she was safe for himself, but he knew this was the right thing to do. If anything went south, he didn’t want Emma anywhere around.

  He was no knight in shining armor, but he didn’t like seeing his woman hurt. The denial he’d been filling himself with before now was out the window because he could no longer lie about what he felt for Emma. He wouldn’t say it was love, but it was something special. He wanted to see where these feeling could take him—and above all, he didn’t want to see her hurt.

  After watching the cab move into traffic, he decided now was the time to see about this Mark. He wondered what he was going to have to do to get him to leave Emma alone, and as he rounded the corner, he could hear someone talking.

  CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

  “Come on out here, Emma. I knew you liked me pulling and sucking on your big ole hooters. Bring those fuckers out again. I want to fuck you on the roof of my car. I’ll spread you wide and tear you apart.” Mark was talking out loud, as if he thought Emma was waiting for him somewhere. Rafe thought the man was stupid if he couldn’t smell a set up like this. He’d blame it on the power of a beautiful women because this man wouldn’t have gotten this far in this type of environment if he didn’t take a minute to think about why a certain person would do a certain thing. This man was reckless and would probably end up dead if he didn’t get himself together.

  This couldn’t be happening. Rafe was trying to calm himself down, and this ass-wipe had him at explosion level. “Actually, it was me who wanted to have a few words with you.” Rafe tried again to calm himself down and address the matter at hand. He knew this guy from negotiations, and he was as slimy as Rafe always thought he was. The persona he used mostly was quiet and menacing, but this guy was actually a full-fledge whack job.

  “What the fuck are you doing back here, and what did you do to my Emma?” Mark’s words were slurred a bit, but he could tell the man wasn’t that far gone in his facilities.

  “I didn’t do anything to her. She was just a bit distraught and wanted me to talk to you for a minute.” He talked softly and slowly, like he would a small child. Rafe could smell the fear on him and knew that this wasn’t going to go well if the man was afraid of him. A healthy dose of respect? Sure, that would work—but bullies and fear wasn’t a good combination.

  “She wanted you to do what?” It was almost comical watching the wheels creak in Mark’s head, as he tried to figure out what was going on. “How does she even know you?”

  “That’s not what we’re talking about right now, Mark. This conversation is about the joining between you and Emma and how she needs a bit of time to get some things in order.”

  “It’s already official.” The man spat and was growing more and more agitated before his eyes. Shit, Rafe wasn’t the man people called when they wanted to diffuse a situation. He was the one doing the agitating. Working someone up in the calmest of tones was an art for him. He was good at it and he was so pissed at this guy he could rip off his head and piss down his neck, but he was trying to the best thing for Emma and do right by her with his actions.

  “I get what you’re saying, because I’ve seen how you’ve gotten people to do what you want and sign the deal.” Rafe was making rookie mistakes and now knew why people warned about getting involved with women. His trademarked level head was damn near absent. He thought about what this man had done to his Emma and all he could thing about was tearing him apart piece-by-piece.

  “She’s mine, Rafael. I don’t know how you know her or how you were able to see anything on her. I’ve kept close tabs on her since it was official she was mine. I don’t care what you do or say; she’s going to stay mine.” The man was going to draw a crowd with the noise he was making, and Rafe was well aware they were still on Shaffer’s property.

  Rafe was thinking of how to handle this situation when Mark pulled out a gun. How had he let this little fuck wad get the jump on him like this? He was trying to be nice and this is what he got for it? He could have just popped him for what he’d done to Emma while he was yelling out obscenities in the parking lot.

  “Those sweet tits, juicy pussy, and even that tight ass is mine Rafe. I know how a lot of your talks end and that’s not going to be how this ends today.” Mark didn’t seem drunk at all now. He just seemed pissed. Pissed with a gun was also not a good combination.

  “I came back here to talk to you, Mark. That’s all. I don’t even have my gun on me.” Rafe was trying to be rational, but it was rare he was in this situation. If the guy thought he was just going to sit here with his hands up and ask for mercy, he was sorely mistaken.

  “Bullshit. You always have your gun with you. Right in the strap on your boot.” Mark pointed with the gun, and Rafe saw the telltale signs of a wavering of his stance…maybe his last drink had just kicked in. He moved in a little, but he acted like he wasn’t worried about the gun. It was doubtful that Mark was that good of a shot; but, at this close range, he didn’t have to be very good or very lucky.

  “I said I don’t have a gun today. Are you calling me a liar?” Rafe eased closer and put enough menace in his voice as to turn the tides of this situation.

  “What?” Mark put down his gun for a second, as if he was trying to figure out what was going on. Rafe took the opportunity to grab the hand with the gun in it and punch the guy in the mouth. It felt so good that even the cut of the guys tooth on his knuckle was a pleasure. He hit him a few more times for good measure.

  “Fuck, man. I think you broke my tooth.” The whining asshole practically screeched. He was about to kill Rafe and was upset about a few broken teeth? This guy really was a piece of work.

  “Good. Keep your punk ass away from Emma.” Rafe meant what he’d said. He could see when the other man’s focus went from worrying about himself and his pearly smile to the person they were tussling over. In fact, the comment seemed to bring out the fight in Mark. Even when he was touching his mouth, the smaller man had a firm grip on the gun—and he wasn’t letting go. He was much smarter than Rafe thought he was.

  They tugged, pulled, and twisted, as they both fought for the ownership of the gun until it went off and they were both still for a second. Rafe tried to concentrate to see if he felt any pain, but then he watched the light go out in Mark’s eyes, and he slumped to the ground. The power of winning and getting a chance to live another day was challenged by his second thought. What the hell did this mean for the future of Emma and his own future with the Tribesmen?

  The gun was still gripped in Mark’s hand as he lie on the ground bleeding, and he looked up to see an older woman on the second floor watching him with a phone in her hand. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do until he heard the faint sound of sirens in the distance. They could be on their way anywhere, but looking at the woman in the window made him sure that they were coming here to check out this situation.

  The sirens got closer and closer until there was no decision to be made. He had to turn and run before he was taken in. No one was going to believe that he was trying to protect himself from the little weasel who was dead on the ground. His name was Lucky for a reason, and he wasn’t going to sit here and try to explain himself, as that would get him who knows how much time in the penal system. He had enough things on his crime sheet to make them pull him in, regardless of whether he was innocent or not.

  He slipped away and saw the police cars descend upon the parking lot in his rearview mirror. This was getting fucked up beyond all repair, and he wasn’t sure who he could turn to for help. The wind in his face helped a little, but he’d had one adrenaline rush on top of the other and his head was spinning. His feelings for Emma and his growing hatred for Mark mixed inside until he was almost sick with it.

  He took out his phone and sent a text to Emma that he’d be over to pick her up in a few hours. Then, he turned his bike around to talk to the only person he felt could and would help him out—Fat J.

  Rafe wasn’t a praying man, but he threw a coup
le of wishes up that the man would be home and available to help him out. When he turned down the dark road that lead to Fat J.’s house, he realized how much he and Fat J. had in common. They both lived off the beaten path, and they both didn’t have many people who knew where they lived. He’d been directed out to Fat’s house a few times, and the man let him know he didn’t want the information to become common knowledge. As far as Rafe knew, he was the only club member who knew how to find him, which was probably why he always got the chore of talking to him.

  Wishes, prayers, or just damned lucky… at that point Rafe didn’t give two shits. He was just happy that the man was at home and there weren’t any other people there. He rode near the man's home and turned off his bike ,so he could place a call to let Fat know he was here and needed to see him. He’d always called before he showed up, but today it had just slipped his mind.

  “Come on in,” Fat J. said, as soon as he picked up the phone and Rafe was thrown off just a little.

  “How did you see me?”

  “You think I don’t have security cameras all along my property. I knew you were coming for about ten minutes.” Fat J. didn’t even sound smug. It was just the way it was.