Daddy Biker: MC Romance

by Sadie Savage

  Maybe that was why they’d appeared gold to her once!

  “What are they coming here for?” she asked. “What’s Code W?”

  Amos looked around to make sure that no one was nearby who could overhear them. The only other person who seemed to be there was the waitress. She was going around from table to table, cleaning things up and arranging the silverware on each table as though there was a mapped out, silverware placement grid that one must follow in order to stay a waitress at the prestigious eatery.

  Mostly, she seemed bored.

  Leaning in towards Vicky so the waitress would not hear them, even though she probably would not care, he explained himself. “Code W means werewolves. They’re coming to help me, help you with your situation.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “What situation is that?” She was offended.

  Amos shook his head. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just meant they’re going to help us with the problem with that guy who tried to kill you last night.”

  “You think he will be back?”

  “I know he will be back.”

  Vicky leaned her back against the rigid, plastic booth. The last thing she needed was another werewolf vs. bear shifter attack on her conscience. One was enough. “How do you know?”

  “Because you are imprinted,” he said matter-of-factly. “And, more importantly, because you are from the same werebear line as me. At least, I think so. But don’t worry about that. It’s not like we’re related closely or anything. We’re like fourth cousins twice removed or some shit like that.”

  Her eyes became a bit vacant. What he was telling her didn’t make any sense! But it also made so much sense! “So… I’m a werebear, too?”

  He nodded. “Yup. But don’t worry about shifting. You ain’t going to shift. Ladies just mate and, em… reproduce.”

  “So I’m going to have a baby now?!”

  Amos looked around, surprised and nervous about her shouting. The waitress was definitely looking at them now. She tilted her head at them.

  He ducked down so his voice would be quietly contained within their booth. “Yes,” he hissed. “Most likely. That’s usually what happens after one of me mates with one of you.”

  She lowered her head so she would speak softer too. She was livid. No one had told her having sex with him one time was going to make her insta-preggers! That was generally a risk when one had unprotected sex, but Amos was so agonizingly upfront and casual about it! “And when were you planning to give me this little bit of information?” she asked him.

  “Today,” he said. “Just now.”

  Vicky sighed. “So I have a baby bear inside me now?”

  He nodded.

  “And so now the werewolves are definitely going to want to kill you.”

  “Oh, it’s werewolves PLURAL now??”

  The waitress cleared her throat.

  She was standing right there by their booth. She didn’t smile, but instead had the expression of someone who had been there too long and had heard too much in her life to ever experience anything new or interesting. “Do y’all know what you want?”

  “I’ll have the peach waffles, and the Miss here will have the blueberry waffles. Thanks, hon.”

  Vicky stared at him with wide eyes as the waitress took their menus back and went away to fetch their order.

  “You didn’t have to order that just cos I wanted to try it,” she said.

  Amos smiled at her. “I didn’t. I ordered if because I wanted it. But you can have some, if you want to try it.”

  Slowly, she smiled back at him. If she had to be impregnated by a bear shifter, motorcycle club VP, werewolf hunter who lived on a bayou with no shower… at least she was with this one.

  After about twenty more minutes, while they were feasting on their delicious, fruit-infused waffles, Amos’s motorcycle club buddies showed up. “Bonjour,” one of them said as they gathered up chairs and sat down.

  “Vicky, please allow me to introduce Ray, Buzz, and Jean-Claude,” Amos introduced.

  Jean-Claude was the one with the evil villain moustache who had spoken French. He was clearly a Creole.

  Interesting group of friends.

  Then it dawned on her.

  “Did Jean-Claude name your club?” she asked.

  “Oui,” he said with a smile. “How did you know?”

  She smiled as the new information dawned on her. “NOLA Ours,” she said. “Ours is French for bears.”

  The biker guys all grinned and nodded at her.

  “Anyway,” Amos said, redirecting the conversation back where it belonged. “Here’s the plan. We head back to Miss Roberts’ apartment. The wolves will sense her presence, or they will be waiting right outside for her to come back. She goes in, we go in. We attack at the first sign of them.”

  “Right,” Ray said.

  “Inside the building?” Buzz asked.

  Amos nodded. “Unfortunately, that’s how these guys like to play – rough. So we will play the game the way they want it. And beat them at their own game.”

  Vicky sighed down at her waffles. “Only this game is not fun at all.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Familiar Sunrise

  After gorging themselves on waffles, the bears all hopped onto their motorcycles – Vicky rode with Amos, of course – back towards her apartment in the heart of the city. The others did not go in with her. Amos did, because he knew that the wolf and his friends would be expecting him to be there, too. The way to ambush someone was to make them think they were catching you going about your business unawares.

  Vicky pressed the elevator’s up button and went inside with Amos. As the door was closing, a pale arm stopped it and Stuart from art class slipped inside with them. The three of them rode up together as if nothing was off about anything. When the elevator stopped on Vicky’s floor, they all stepped out; the wolf kept his distance, pretending that he was not following them but so clearly doing just that.

  “Honestly, this guy is an amateur,” Amos whispered to her.

  She giggled a little, but that did not mean she wasn’t uneasy. She unlocked her apartment and they went inside.

  That is when the wolf chose to strike. He and three other men that Vicky assumed were wolves came running towards her. They held the door open and came inside her apartment. She ran and hid beside Amos who grew and grew in his enormity until he was a large, black and brown bear again.

  This time she noticed that, when he had transformed, the gold ring in his eyes became the color of his eyes. They had flashed gold that night!

  Once he shifted, the pack of wolves followed suit until, before long, Vicky’s apartment was full of forest predators. Even more filled it as three large bears came crashing into the room. The rest of NOLA Ours had waited outside, giving the wolves that chance to feel they were safe.

  The growling bears bit and snapped at the wolves as they lunged and bit right back at them. Vicky holed herself away in her bedroom, opening the door to peek at what was happening before closing it again before any of the enemies noticed where she had gone to.

  While the werewolves were all strong and swift, the bears were stronger and Amos fought back ferociously. She is not just some she-bear, he thought. She is MY she-bear.

  “Stay away from Vicky!” he roared, thrashing his long claws against Stuart. The wolf fell away, bloodied and limping. He did not stand a chance against Amos. None of the wolves did. No one could stand a chance against an angry papa bear protecting his lady and cub.

  Jean-Claude stood on the gullet of one of the other wolves, pressing his paw down but not enough to completely choke the wolf. “If you ever come around here again, we will kill you.”

  The werewolves began to whimper. They did not want to get involved in a fight versus four angry werebears. They hadn’t known that Amos would bring his friends. They were not so loyal to Stuart that they were willing to get killed for his cause. They quickly high-tailed it out of there, as soon as they could.
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  Stuart, on the other hand, spat out blood, eyeing Amos a bit. It appeared as though, if he did not leave soon, he was going to die.

  “You think that she bear loves you, don’t you?” he asked. “You think she cares about you at all? All she wants is her art and her school work. I have seen her there. I know where her passions lie.”

  Vicky saw that as her cue. She came out of the bathroom, unarmed and unable to protect herself, aside from the fact that she had a massive werebear right there to keep her safe.

  “Oh, come on,” she said to him, scoffing and shaking her head. She folded her arms in front of her chest. “You talked to me, what, three times? You don’t know what I’m passionate about. And I assure you, the answer is standing right there.”

  Amos smiled. Well, if bears can smile, that’s what he did. It was more menacing-looking than happy, but she knew what he meant by it.

  With that, he whipped his large paw towards the wolf again until Stuart finally got the message and scampered away.

  Vicky smiled up at Amos and he smiled back down at her, his mouth slowly taking on more of an actual smile as he shifted back into his tall, beefy human form. As soon as he was back to Normal Amos, she jumped into his arms and hugged him close.

  “He was wrong, you know.”

  “Of course he was, darlin’.”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  They gazed into each other’s eyes and then kissed.

  Vicky’s place was a wreck. The pictures on the walls were all crooked if they hadn’t been knocked off and there was broken porcelain, smashed glass, and ripped up artwork everywhere. “Well, one thing’s for sure,” she said with a sigh. “I can’t stay here. I guess art class is over, too.”

  Amos looked at her, feeling guilty. “I’m sorry we destroyed your apartment.”

  Ray attempted to straighten one of the pictures, but it crashed down to the floor and shattered instead. He grimaced. “Sorry.”

  She just laughed.

  The three biker bears worked to salvage as much as they could while Vicky and Amos packed everything up into boxes. “If you want, you could keep going to your class, just from a different home.”

  “I’m not going to be able to afford it. Once the landlord finds out about this…”

  He shook his head. “They won’t. We’ll fix it.”

  “But what if I want to live with you on the bayou now, instead?”

  The three bears looked at her and then looked at each other.

  “We should go,” Buzz said.

  “Yeah,” Jean-Claude added. “We shouldn’t disturb you.”

  Amos suddenly looked over at them. “Boys,” he said. “Bring these boxes to La Grande Grotte.”

  When Jean-Claude spoke French, it sounded creole which was cool. But when Amos spoke French, it sounded as though he was well-cultured and had trained in it for many years. Vicky had ended up catching herself an aristocratic bear.

  “You got it,” Ray replied. They took the packed boxes and carried them out of Vicky’s apartment.

  She eyed him curiously. “La Grande Grotte?” she asked him.

  “Yes,” Amos said. “It means—”

  “I know what it means,” she said, laughing. “The Large Cave. But what is that?”

  He waggled his dark eyebrows at her. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

  “Right,” Vicky said. Now that the others were gone, it was just the two of them, alone in her semi-demolished apartment. “I’m going to take a shower. You coming?”

  Amos grinned and started taking off his clothes at once. He practically chased her into the shower.

  As she bent over to turn the water on, he pressed up against her and she let out a gasp as his grande cock entered her. Vicky held onto the wall as the warm water splashed against them and he thrust himself in and out of her. The water made her extra slick against him.

  He grabbed the soap and lathered her up, making love to her from behind, and kissing her back and shoulders and face. “I love you,” he said.

  When he pulled out, she turned to face him and he held her in his arms, inserting himself again. She bounced against him there. “Oh oh oh!!” she yelled. If they kept this up, they were going to do more damage to the apartment.

  The warm water made it harder for him to hold off, and he came inside her within a few blissful moments. They finished cleaning each other and then stepped out of the shower, wrapping her pink and green towels around themselves.

  With all of her stuff packed up in boxes that had been taken off to who knew where, Vicky did not have a reason to stay in her building. “I guess I need to end my lease, and my art classes,” she said sadly.

  Amos shook his head. “Yeah, end your lease but don’t give up on your classes. I’ll pay for them if need be.”

  “Can you pay for the rest of rent I’ll have to pay?” she asked, laughing slightly bitterly. “My class is at least mostly paid for with a scholarship.”

  “I can do that, too,” he said, leaning towards her and kissing her chin. “C’mon now. Let me take you to your new home.”

  They got back on his motorcycle and he drove them back in the direction of the bayou. They did not go to the same bayou however. When he’d finally parked the bike in a new bayou, Amos smiled at her. “Welcome to your new home. This is Bayou Segnette.”

  Vicky looked around, smiling. “It’s about as hot as I suppose one might expect,” she said. He led her by the hand up to a large cabin. It appeared to be much more spacious than the other one. “Does this one have a shower?” she asked, squinting up at him as the sunlight blinked through the trees at them.

  Amos chuckled. “Just go inside and see.”

  They walked in together, hand-in-hand.

  The cabin was definitely bigger. This one had an actual living room, a larger kitchen, a bedroom and – best of all! – a bathroom with a shower and tub!

  “Now, it’s not exactly meant for a large family, but I figure it’s a start?” Amos said.

  Vicky leapt into his arms, kissing him. “I love it!” she cried. “I love you!”

  EPILOGUE

  After everything that had happened to Vicky, she was not going to continue working at Zydeco. She hadn’t disliked the place, but it was not the safest place for her to be. Not only that, but the heat exhaustion and second-hand smoke were liable to kill both her and the baby if she stayed.

  Instead, safe with her biker bear, she focused on her artwork and taking better care of herself. It turned out that Amos was a bouncer at one of the local dance clubs; he made enough money to support them until she became a successful famous artist.

  Her pregnancy did not last as long as a normal pregnancy. That was because, as Amos explained to her, “Werebears do not live by human rules.”

  Four months after they moved in together at La Grande Grotte, Vicky gave birth at home to a healthy baby boy. They named him Sylas. “Sylas Steele” just sounded like an awesome name to Vicky, and Amos was not going to argue with that.

  The time spent away from Zydeco did wonders for her work. Vicky still went to classes every so often, but she was devoted to her baby and did not want to leave him at home. It didn’t seem to matter if she was still taking the class or not. She continued to improve and explore new techniques that she incorporated into her pieces.

  One morning, Vicky sat outside on the cabin’s back deck right over the bayou. The baby was in a rocking cradle right beside her, staring up at her canvas as she attempted an oil painting. As she watched the familiar sunrise over the water, she did her best to let the colors of the water and the trees and the sky inspire her.

  “Who is this?” she asked little Sylas, cooing down at the little boy as he looked up at her, smiling and eager to know what the hell was going on. She’d felt like that pretty recently. She had a lot in common with their baby already.

  And he had a lot in common with his daddy.

  “This is Daddy,” Vicky said ex
citedly, pointing her thumb towards her portrait of Bear Amos. He was done up in blues and yellows, but it was him all right. “This is your daddy.”

  “Oh, that needs to go up on the wall,” Amos’s voice said behind her.

  She turned and smiled at him. He came up to her and they kissed. Vicky brought her hands up to his face and accidentally got blue paint all over him.

  Well, maybe it was an accident.

  Maybe she was simply imprinting on him.

  The End.

  Biker Wolf’s Baby

  Pushing send was the easiest thing I’d done in a long time. I sincerely hoped that getting under somebody would help me get over that scumbag ex-boyfriend of mine. The last straw came when he told me he was staying in sick one night. I had met up with some friends instead for a few drinks only to see Captain Asshole macking on some chick in Daisy Dukes.

  Now, I wouldn’t have said I was proud of my actions. I dumped a top shelf whiskey drink over his head and congratulated the girl on what a great catch she found, but that was nothing compared to the hell I wanted to raise. I’m pretty sure public castration would have landed me in jail so it was better that I controlled myself.

  I just didn’t understand it. I gave and gave to Stephen and for what? I got stuck with the weight of the relationship and more often than not, the tab. All he gave me were lies and twisted mind games for my trouble.

  As I scrolled through the profiles on Come Play, the one-night stand app, a devilish face caught my eye. He was handsome in a rugged, outdoorsy way. His beard was dark and looked soft to touch; I could only imagine how good that would feel tickling my thighs. Amber eyes burned from under a pair of thick dark eyebrows, luring me in. And I was one willing fishy.

  Scanning through his profile, I found that his name was Walker Lewis and he was in a local motorcycle club. We had a winner! Between the brooding smolder and his enthusiasm for motorcycles, I knew I had to have him. The element of mystery and the air of danger radiating from his profile picture intrigued me. I wanted to know more.

  I pushed the interested button and set my phone down. Having spent so much time waiting by the phone for Stephen I’d be damned if I’d it for anyone else.