Biker's Heir Series Box Set

by Brooklyn Jones

  Axe and I ducked down behind the dumpster. “Listen to me. They aren't looking for you. You can walk away from this without a scratch.”

  I steeled myself. There was no way in hell Axe was going to change my mind. “I'm not going anywhere without you.”

  Axe looked deep into my eyes and kissed me hard. “You're so cute when you're defiant. I don't have time to argue with you. Stay here and I'll get my bike.”

  I nodded and kissed him once again before he went off into the darkness. I sat behind the dumpster, my hands balled up in my lap, my stomach full of nerves. Minutes passed and he still wasn't back. Did he get caught? Should I check out what was going on?

  I stood up and a hand touched my shoulder from behind. I screamed and turned around to find Axe with his index finger against his lips. His Harley sat behind him, ready to take us away from all this. “Hurry and get on. The feds are crawling all over this place.”

  “You don't have to tell me twice.” I bounced onto the bike behind Axe and held onto him as he started the motorcycle. We zoomed through the alley and around the front of The Burger Joint. Black SUVs were parked all over the place. A woman with short hair and a suit came running outside the restaurant as we sped away.

  We were going to make it.

  I leaned forward and nuzzled my nose against his neck. I never wanted to leave this motorcycle. The bike suddenly stopped. Why were we stopping so soon? The FBI were probably on our tail. I gazed over to see my apartment.

  “What are we doing here, Axe? Do you want me to get some stuff?”

  Axe shook his head. “You can't come with me, Winter.”

  I hit him in the shoulder as hard as I could, but I knew he couldn't even feel it. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “The FBI are after me and the MC is in handcuffs. I need to escape town until the heat dies down.”

  Axe killed the engine and got off the bike. I stayed on, hoping to somehow chain myself to the handlebars. “I'm coming with you,” I said, my bottom lip trembling.

  Axe sighed. “You don't understand. If you come with me, you'll be aiding and abetting a fugitive. That comes with some serious prison time. I can't let you do that.”

  I put my hand on his face and caressed it. “I know that you love me and don't want anything bad to happen. But you need to hear me...I'm not getting off this fucking bike. There's nothing here for me. I'm a stripper for god's sake.”

  Axe suppressed a chuckle. “You are truly unique, do you know that, Winter?”

  I pinched both of his cheeks hard. “Just shut up and get back on the bike.”

  Axe shrugged and kissed me. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” I will always be by your side, Axe.

  I looked back at my apartment and realized that I didn't get to say goodbye to Jenny. The FBI would surely talk to her in a couple of days when they figured everything out. It might be awhile before I could contact her. I blew her a kiss as Axe drove us away.

  We rode through the night, red taillights streaking past my vision, no particular destination in mind. The singular headlight of the motorcycle lit up the road ahead as streetlights flashed by us. We could go anywhere we wanted to. Start over if we had to. As long as we had each other we could get through anything. Our love would protect us.

  Epilogue

  Winter

  The virgin margarita was ice cold and tasted like summer. The sun beat down on my tanned skin as the sounds of the ocean crashed in the background. The view was absolutely incredible. The ocean went on for miles and met up with the horizon. The beach was completely deserted except for us. I never pictured myself living the high life. I lifted my sunglasses and looked over at Axe. My man.

  Axe lay on the beach chair next to me, his nose deep into a newspaper. His chiseled chest glistened in the sunlight. My thighs were still quivering from when we made love this morning. His body on top of me, thrusting in and out until finishing. I couldn't get enough of him and his thick cock. Just thinking about it brought a smile to my face.

  “How is everything back home?” I asked softly. We had been on the run for months now and even though we were living in paradise, Axe longed to go back home. His sense of duty to his MC was overriding any sort of fun that he could be having. Knowing that his brothers were in jail made the guilt unbearable. I wanted to be there for him but there wasn't anything I could do.

  Axe sighed and folded the newspaper. “That FBI Agent Swift is still on the lookout for us.”

  I remembered when Axe showed me the newspaper with my missing photo on it—a prom photo from high school. There were a couple quotes from Jenny about me being the “most incredible woman ever.” My stomach wrenched at the thought that Jenny probably believed I was hurt or dead. She didn't deserve that. A phone call to her could change all that but there was no way. The FBI probably had her cellphone tapped.

  It didn't take the FBI long to connect the dots and link me to Axe. The American media was fascinated with the hunt for us. The tabloids labeled us as Bonnie and Clyde, going around robbing banks and killing people. We weren't even in the U.S. anymore. The east coast of Mexico was our home now.

  “What are we going to do?” I asked Axe.

  Axe gazed towards the ocean. “We stay put. Once the media fervor dies down, the FBI will eventually give up the search. Then we can go back and figure out a plan to get my brothers out of prison. I just don't know when that will be.”

  I lay back in the lounge chair and stared up at the clear blue sky, my hands resting on my growing belly. Everything was perfect here. How could I ever leave? I wanted our child to grow up in this paradise. I looked back over at Axe and wanted to feel his warmth again. He needed to keep his mind off things.

  My mouth curled into a sly grin. I got out of my beach chair and crawled over to Axe on all fours. His eyes were distracted by the ocean but I knew how to get his attention. I reached under his boardshorts and felt his limp penis.

  “You didn't get enough this morning, baby?”

  I shook my head innocently and stroked his cock until it was throbbing hard in my palm. Axe closed his eyes and leaned back as I felt up his shaft. My finger-tips could barely reach around his entire girth. I pulled his boardshorts down until they rested around his knees, bringing his cock out into the light of day. The beach was still empty but even an audience wouldn't get me to stop.

  Axe tried to get up to kiss me but I placed my hand on his chest and shoved him back down. “No...no...no. Just relax and focus on my tits wrapped around your cock.” I guided Axe's hands underneath my black bikini top and he felt up my breast, pinching my nipple hard. His tongue licked his lips, craving to taste me.

  I untied my top and tossed it to the side. Axe could barely contain himself as I stroked his rod. I shoved his cock in between the canyon of my tits, enveloping him. I gathered saliva in my mouth and spit down into my cleavage, lubing his cock as I slid up and down. Axe reached out and grabbed my boobs, pushing them hard around his shaft. He thrust in and out, moaning at the top of his lungs. He couldn't last much longer.

  “Come all over me,” I whispered.

  Axe found his release and unloaded all over my chest, his white seed spurting out. I helped him along, running my tits up and down his cock. His cum covered every inch of my breasts, running down my cleavage and to my stomach. I released Axe and he fell back on the lounge chair..

  I used my rainbow-colored beach towel and cleaned myself up before it all dried on me. I lay next to Axe on his beach chair and rested my head on his chest. His breathing was fast and his heart pounded in my ear. I felt so safe in his arms. There wasn't anywhere else I wanted to be.

  “Do you think we're going to have a boy or a girl?” I asked.

  Axe stroked my hair. “Definitely going to be a boy.”

  I lifted my head off his chest. “How do you know?”

  “I can feel his strength.”

  I smiled and rested my head back on Axe. We were going to be one big happy family.


  The End

  Reaver

  Copyright 2018

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  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

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  Description

  What if you found the one?

  And she slipped through your fingers...

  Rebel was arrested for a crime he didn't commit.

  Four years later, he walks out a free man.

  But his one love has moved on.

  Those beautiful eyes will never forgive him and it's the hardest thing for Rebel to swallow.

  Features a curvy woman and the bad boy biker that steals her heart. This is a standalone with a happily ever after!

  Chapter One

  Kayla

  Time no longer mattered when I painted. Everything in my mind drifted away out to sea. My vision narrowed to a tunnel as the brush stroked against the blank canvas. Nothing came close to the calming effect of art. It put you on another planet—away from all the stress and distractions of the real world.

  But there was no paint on the brush.

  My hand made the movements of a conductor, guiding an orchestra, swiping the dry brush along the canvas, hoping for inspiration to strike. The white rectangle was telling me nothing. A faded image came into focus. I quickly dabbed my brush into some yellow and flung it onto the canvas before the image in my head dissolved. After some blue paint, I thought I finally had something.

  A beach and an ocean, Kayla? That's so amateur. What were you thinking?

  I sighed and dropped the brush to the ground. A painting of an ocean wouldn't be good enough for my first art show. I needed a piece that would wow the audience. Something that could evoke an emotion. Get people talking about me.

  All that schooling and I couldn't come up with anything. A Bachelor's in Art couldn't help with being creative.

  My phone rang. A welcome distraction. “Barbara Ann” by the Beach Boys boomed out of my vibrating phone. I checked the screen and smiled.

  “Hey Lily!”

  “Kayla, why the hell haven't you called me?”

  Lily was my roommate freshman year of college. Even though she was also an art major, we couldn't have been more different. Lily was too preoccupied with boys to really focus on art. Her idea of painting was throwing some streaks of paint on a canvas and calling it a day. I couldn't knock her for it though because she produced some really beautiful pieces. She had natural talent. I on the other hand did not. It took me weeks to produce a somewhat passable painting, sometimes not seeing the sun for days.

  “I'm sorry, Lily, I've been a little busy the past week.”

  “Oh the art show is next week! How is the painting coming?”

  I looked at the blank canvas and laughed. “Will anybody appreciate a framed white canvas?”

  “Paint the words “The Beatles” and it will be just like the White Album.”

  That was actually a pretty good idea. There were definitely people out there that loved that lazy approach to art. But it wasn't me.

  “That's really good but I won't steal your idea, Lily. I need to come up with my own.” I walked away from my work station and into the kitchen, glad to be able to breathe in a different room.

  “How did you get in this art show again? I heard it's for some pretty big players.”

  “My dad got me into it. Said he had to sell an arm and a leg.”

  “Of course it was your father, Kayla.”

  Lily was making me feel guilty for being from a rich family again. Better to just change the subject. “Enough about me. Tell me how it's going with that guy...what was his name?”

  “Greg? Oh, we've been done for a week now. I actually have a date with this super hot guy I met at a bar last night.”

  Lily was always neck deep in men. In college, she was known for sleeping around and nothing had changed since.

  I rolled my eyes. “What's the new guy's name?”

  Lily couldn't wait to scream out his name. “Walter. He's an engineer or architect. One of those. Doesn't matter. The main thing is he has a brother that he's just as hot. And he's available...”

  I already knew where she was heading and I wanted nothing to do with it. “No way, Lily. I'm not going on a double date with you.”

  “Come on, Kayla. You've been cooped up in that apartment for too long. You need to get out and see the world.”

  She wasn't wrong. I couldn't remember the last time I actually left the apartment other than to get food. “Yeah but remember how the last double date went?”

  Lily huffed. “You're never going to let me live that one down are you?”

  I giggled. “Nope.”

  Lily had tricked me into going on a double date with her. Tricked me as in taking me to a bar to “have a couple drinks” and then ambushing me with a guy.

  “Just because the guy turned out to be woman didn't mean the date was bad.”

  I bent over the kitchen counter and rested on my elbows. “Taylor really was an attractive guy.”

  “Well I can promise you this next guy will be one-hundred percent male.”

  “No thanks, Lily. You go out and have fun.”

  “You're going to have to get over him eventually, Kayla.”

  Don't say his name. Don't say his name.

  Lily continued. “It's been years since he's been gone. It's time to move on. Find someone who makes you happy. I just want the best for you, Kayla.”

  “I know. I know. I'm really just not in the mood to date anybody right now. This art show is the only thing on my mind right now. And I barely have any time to finish this painting.”

  “I'm kind of glad we're not roommates anymore. I could never get any sleep when you worked for twenty-four hours straight.”

  “Oh really? You could never get any sleep? How about the guys you would sneak into your bed every night? Try sleeping through all that moaning.” We sounded like an old married couple arguing.

  Lily laughed. “Sorry, I guess I went a little crazy in college.”

  “God bless noise-canceling headphones.”

  A knock at the door interrupted our conversation. “Hold on a sec, Lily. There's somebody at the door. Probably my father coming over to teach me how to network or something for the art show.”

  I unlocked the front door and opened it to a memory from my past. My jaw dropped and the phone dropped to the floor. I could still hear Lily on the other line trying to talk.

  Muscles, tattoos, and that cocky smile.

  Rebel was back.

  Rebel

  There she was standing in the doorway, her long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a dark blue apron covered in dry paint protecting her clothes. Exactly how I remembered her.

  My Kayla.

  We stared at each other for an eternity. I wanted to take her in my arms, force my lips against hers. But that wouldn't be appropriate. So much time had passed. How could I ever explain to her how much I missed her?

  “Rebel?” Kayla choked out. “What are you doing here?” She shook her head. “I mean how did you get out?”

  “Can you invite me in and we can talk?”

  Kayla nodded and bent down to pick up the fallen phone. I followed her inside and was amazed at how nice her place looked. Dark hardwood floors, long white drapes covered the windows, and an amazing view of the town from the twelfth floor. Her father had treated her very well since I'd been gone.

  Kayla led me to the kitchen that looked straight out of a home magazine. I felt so out of place. My jail cell was literal Hell compared to this.

  “When did you get out?” she asked, setting her palms down on the white quartz island.

  Kayla was nervous. But why? I expected her to jump into my arms with tears in her eyes when she opened that door. What happened since I was gone?

  “Just yesterday. Nobody was
there to pick me up so I had to bum a ride to town.”

  “...It's been a long time, Rebel.”

  I walked around the kitchen island until I was only inches away from Kayla. All those ancient feelings came back. They were always there. But they were dormant. “Four years. Four long years.”

  Kayla put her hand on my chest to stop my advances. It'd been so long since I held a woman. I dreamed of doing it every day in that prison. My heart pounded against her hand. Something harder pounded in my pants.