Daddy Biker: MC Romance

by Sadie Savage

  “And what’s the deal with JP?” Tiffany asked.

  “He’s the head of a different group just on the outskirts town. They bully business owners and extort money from innocent people, they run their own sort of mafia type business.”

  “So he’s like, the biker Al Capone?”

  “That may be the easiest way to describe it,” Luke slid down the wall to sit on the floor, “He killed my second last year during a standoff up in the mountains. I haven’t pursued anything because it was a fair fight, but that doesn’t mean I don’t hate him.”

  “That’s awful,” Jennifer empathized. She couldn’t imagine what losing a friend would be like, “You had to have gone to the police, right?”

  “Uh… no. My kind can’t go to the police when there is trouble. We handle it ourselves and try to keep as many people out of it as possible,” his face fell, “and now he knows we’ve been involved with each other,” realization struck him. The woman he’d been searching for his entire adult life was now in front of him, and he had to let her go. He promised himself he wouldn’t, but things just spun out of control, “I can’t see you anymore; I need to be going.” Luke shuffled to his feet and went back into Jennifer’s room to gather his things.

  “You just gonna let him leave like that?” Tiffany asked, speaking in hushed tones.

  “I don’t know what to do! This whole thing is so weird,” Jennifer’s heart sank. She didn’t want to not see him.

  “Get in there and talk to him, then,” Tiffany nudged her off the couch.

  Jennifer nodded and got up.

  “Hey, don’t go.” She begged as she closed the door.

  “It’s really not a good idea to be around me. I’m no good for you, especially now that JP has seen us together.”

  “Shouldn’t I get to decide that? What kind of nonsense are you trying to pull?”

  “Don’t you understand? JP is a killer and he’s had it out for me for years. All he’s needed is a weakness to exploit and I can’t give him one or my crew is toast,” Luke moved to stand and front of her. He cupped her chin, tipping her face up and gently kissed her, “It’s been fun. Take care, Jennifer.”

  He cut through the bathroom to get out and avoid Tiffany. Jennifer was left standing in a mess of confusion and more surprisingly, hurt feelings.

  A knock came from the bedroom door, “Can I come in?”

  “Yeah, sure.”

  “So he left, then?”

  “Yup. He fed me some bullshit about being bad for me and bailed.”

  Tiffany put her arm around her friend, “I’m sorry, Jennifer. Rejection sucks and that was a bitch move he pulled.”

  “It’s not a big deal. He was supposed to be a fling anyway. Thankfully, we only had one day so no attachment,” it was a half-truth. She definitely did not care for him in a romantic way, to say that happened in twenty-four hours would be stupid, but she did like him and his rejection stung. She’d be nursing her bruised ego for a while.

  “There you go! That drama wore me out, I’m off to bed. Sweet dreams, baby,” she kissed Jennifer on the cheek and left her alone.

  It was nearly three in the morning, but she needed a shower to unwind. She disrobed and started the hot water. Steam poured out of the showerhead and settled on every surface of the bathroom while she waited. Jennifer waved her hand through the thick fog, watching it swirl and break through her fingertips before stepping into the tub.

  The hot water felt amazing on the stress knot forming at the base of her neck. She lost herself in thought as the droplets beat down on the tension.

  Luke definitely served his purpose. The whole point was to feel alive and attractive again, which she did and she was so grateful for that. As she lathered up her bath pouf with lavender scented body wash, she silently thanked him for giving her the most fun day she had had in a long time.

  She swished the pouf down her chest, rinsing away all traces of his scent from her body. She swabbed between her legs to wipe away the semen that had dripped down her leg. Then it hit her like a baseball bat. She hadn’t heeded Tiffany’s condom advice.

  She and Luke had had polished off a bottle of scotch between the two of them so neither had the sense to wrap it up, “Fuck!”

  Part Two

  Two. More. Weeks. Two more weeks and Jennifer Armstrong could finally get out of her shitty job, hell hole town, and lousy life situation. She swat at one of the dirty old men who thought it was okay to pinch her ass; every time she walked past him. And in the narrow bar, it happened frequently.

  Jennifer whirled around. “Cut the shit, Monty!” She pushed her way through the crowd and slammed her tray down on the bar. The tell-tale prickle in her eyes drove her out the back door to cry in peace. She dropped down in the dirt and cried in her hands.

  As if the stress wasn’t hard enough to deal with, the ghost of a mysterious stranger haunted Jennifer’s thoughts. She only had one day with him, but that one day – and very active night – left an impression on the young girl.

  The way he left bothered her. Yeah, he was supposed to be a fling to get over her scumbag ex, but she hadn’t expected to be the one being dumped. The rejection stung and she’d been a little off since it happened.

  A female voice broke the stillness, “Girl. What are you doing out here?” Her best friend, Tiffany appeared around the corner of the building. She grew concerned when she saw Jennifer’s face. “Oh no. What happened?” She hurried over and sat down next to her tear-stained friend.

  “Just the usual. The perverts inside are getting under my skin.” Jennifer sniffed and wiped the tears of her cheeks with her sleeve.

  “Just quit. You don’t have to put up with those guys touching you at all.” Tiffany wrapped her slender arm around Jennifer’s shoulders and hugged her close. “You only have two weeks before you go back to college, enjoy yourself.”

  Jennifer opened her mouth to argue, but Tiffany was right. She had been putting up with disgusting pigs grabbing her ass and making comments a lot longer than anyone should have to.

  She leaned over and kissed Tiffany on the cheek. “Thank you.” She replied as she got up and turned towards the door. She was going to march herself up to her manager and end the nonsense once and for all.

  “Go get ‘em, girl. I’ll be in the car.” Tiffany stood and headed towards the parking lot. She was proud of her friend for finally standing up for herself. There were way too many nights spent crying over a stupid job.

  Jennifer yanked at her apron string and tossed the wadded fabric into the server’s alley. She found her boss, Steve was traying up a food order, and marched right up to him with all the swagger and rage she could muster. “Steve, I have to talk to you.”

  Steve was a thirty-five year old stereotypical California guy. He had the blond hair, laid back “whatever” attitude, and spent all his free time out in the mountains. “What’s up, babe?”

  Jennifer winced. Steve insisted on calling all his female servers babe, a terrible habit.

  “Listen. It’s been… something working for you, but I’m done.” She counted out what she owed from the cash tables. “I’m sick and tired of all these pigs thinking they comment on my looks and pinch my ass whenever they feel like.” She raised her voice to make sure the patrons could hear. “And you do nothing about them, no reprimand no nothing. I quit, Steve.” She slapped the cash down on the stainless steel table and stared her manager down.

  Steve’s eyes grew wide. “I would be lying if I said I was not surprised. You’re my best server. I’d hate to see you go. Are you sure?”

  Jennifer scoffed. “Are you going to throw those assholes out?” she drummed her fingernails against the cold metal.

  “Come on, Jennifer. I can’t just throw them out because they get a little friendly! Besides they tip you well don’t they?”

  Jennifer’s jaw hit the floor. She had worked for Steve for three summers and she couldn’t believe he could be so cavalier about his employee getting groped. Without an
other word, Jennifer turned on her heel and stomped out of the building.

  As soon as she was outside, she slowed down. Emotion was building again and a flood of relief tears poured down her face. It was as if the boulder on her chest was lifted and she could breathe again.

  Tiffany’s car came into view and she jogged over to it. She slid into the passenger seat with the biggest smile on her face.

  “Please tell me you did it?” Tiffany stared at Jennifer in anticipation.

  “I did. And it feels amazing.”

  Tiffany squealed and threw her arms around her friend. “I am so proud of you! I hope you gave those bumpkins a piece of your mind.” She started the car and put it in drive.

  “Actually, I was so stunned by what Steve said I didn’t know what to say.” She told Tiffany her account of how Steve took the customers’ sides.

  “That’s bullshit.” She patted Jennifer on the knee as she drove. “So how are you going to enjoy the rest of your summer vacation?”

  “That’s easy. However I want.” Jennifer laughed. “I think tomorrow I’m going to go for a hike at Butte Creek tomorrow. Maybe pack a lunch and go swimming or something.” She had been itching to get back there since her day with Luke, but the bar had taken up most of her time. She hoped maybe if she went, he’d show up there too.

  “Hiking? Why in the hell would you wanna do that?” Tiffany turned up her nose. The only outdoor activity she liked was lying out on a chaise.

  “Because I like it. You want to come?” Jennifer only asked to be polite. She knew Tiffany would never go for it. She was actually glad about that.

  “Hell no. You are on your own my little hippie. You can get in touch with nature if you like. I’m gonna get myself in touch with the couch and a Property Brothers marathon.”

  “Ha! Since when do you care about home improvement?” Jennifer asked.

  “I don’t, but have you seen those boys? Oooh, so delicious.” Tiffany answered. She grinned at Jennifer. “Besides have you seen the picture of them in their kilts? God was having a good day when he made them.”

  Jennifer cackled and wondered if boy watching counted as a hobby.

  Tiffany became serious. “You’ve been moody and a little off lately and I want to make sure you’re okay. There isn’t something bothering you is there?” She peered at Jennifer in her periphery. “Did Luke do anything to you?”

  Jennifer did a double take. Did she hear her correctly? “No, why?”

  “Because you’ve been funny since that night. I don’t know anything else beyond that drama in my living room. You aren’t pregnant or something?”

  Jennifer thought for a moment. “Everything we did was consensual if that’s what you mean.” Jennifer froze. She suddenly remembered they didn’t use protection. She started counting backwards in her head. Shit! “Except…”

  “Except what?” Tiffany’s voice was firm and tinged with wariness.

  “We had had a little – okay a lot to drink that night and I think we forgot to, how did you put it? Package his wiener.”

  Tiffany slammed on the brakes in the middle of the street. “Are you kidding me?” She shouted. “You don’t know where he’s been! And you could have got yourself pregnant!”

  Jennifer stared at her hands. “I considered it, but I couldn’t check yet.” She murmured. Pink bloomed in her cheeks. Up until then she had tried to put it out of her mind.

  “Well, it’s been, what? Three weeks now? We’re going to Walgreens.” Tiffany slammed the car in reverse and spun the car around. Enough time had gone by that Jennifer could find out.

  Within minutes Tiffany pulled into the parking lot and switched off the car. “Go on now.”

  Jennifer’s eyes grew wide. “I, I, but…” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “I’ve never done this before. Please come with me.”

  With a sigh, Tiffany snatched her keys and got out of the car. “Let’s get this over with.” Tiffany loved her friend and would support her no matter what happened, but she was surprised at her carelessness and stupidity. She always thought of Jennifer as being more sensible than that.

  The two women stood in front of the pregnancy tests. Boxes of pink, blue, and white stared back at them. The choices were overwhelming. “I don’t know which to get.” Jennifer blanked out in front of the shelves. Her breath started coming more fast and shallow and she had to wipe her palms on her jeans.

  “Just grab one of the pink ones and let’s go. I’m starting to get twitchy standing here.” Tiffany pointed at the First Response boxes.

  Jennifer snatched one off the shelf and grabbed a bottle of water. She wanted to get out and home before they ran into anyone they knew. The town was small and rumors spread like wildfire.

  She quickly paid and the two women sped to the car and took off. Jennifer read the direction slip and chugged her water on the way back to their apartment. This would be the longest three minutes of her life.

  Jennifer sprinted up the stairs and locked herself in her bathroom. She set the timer on her phone and followed the directions to the letter.

  Tiffany sat in the hallway opposite the bathroom door tapping her hands against her knees. She was almost as anxious as Jennifer was. Granted, she wasn’t the one who may be carrying a giant’s baby, but this was her bestie and Tiffany was worried.

  A muffled alarm went off in the bathroom. Tiffany rose to her feet as Jennifer came out. “Well?”

  Jennifer looked at Tiffany with a strange mix of relief and fear. “Oops. I’m pregnant.” She announced sarcastically. She stood in the doorway holding the test as her side. Unshed tears glistened in her eyes. She had no idea how to feel. She was thrilled, scared, and totally confused all at the same time.

  “What are you going to do?” Tiffany stood stock-still. She wanted to hug her friend, but she wasn’t sure if that was the right move.

  “Nothing. I’m going to be a mommy.” Jennifer answered with a shrug. There was no doubt in her mind how she wanted to handle this.

  “Are you sure?” Tiffany wasn’t so sure this was the best choice for Jennifer. Tiffany knew there was still so much Jennifer had wanted to accomplish before becoming a mom.

  “Yeah. I’ll figure it out. Luke and I made a baby. It’s not the baby’s fault. I planned on having kids eventually, this one just wanted to come ahead of schedule.” There was no way she could give up or abort this child. She became attached as soon as the results popped up on the damn pee stick.

  “You are way calmer than I would be if I were in your shoes.” Tiffany was confused. Jennifer should be either dancing around the room or in hysterics. This coolness was almost supernatural.

  “Get back to me when the shock wears off.” Jennifer replied. “I’m going to bed. I still want to take that hike tomorrow and I still have a lot to think about.”

  You’re still going to gallivant around a giant crack in the ground in your condition? If you insist then, crazy.” Tiffany threw her arms around her friend. “Congratulations, mama.” She whispered in her ear. She gave Jennifer a kiss on the cheek before heading back to her own room.

  The sun was shining a little brighter the next day. The birds sang a little sweeter, and the colors of the canyon stood up a little brighter. Something about taking control of her life had made Jennifer stand up straighter and completely changed her outlook.

  The scent of the woods made her almost light headed and giddy. Being in touch with nature fed her soul.

  She came up to the edge of the sparkling falls within a couple of hours. She followed the trail as it wound around the riverbank and put her out in the grotto behind the falls. Jennifer sat on the algae covered boulders to remove her sneakers and strip down. This time she had worn her swimsuit.

  Staring through the curtain of rushing water in her black string bikini, she found herself daydreaming. There were several nights she put on her own little movie in her head about being back here at the falls with Luke. There in broad daylight she turned her imagination loose i
n the hopes that sending her hopes into the universe would pay off.

  She said a silent prayer and leapt forward in to the icy river in front of her. As she hit the water, a shockwave from the cold shot through her body, rendering her dumb for just a moment. Jennifer paddled back up and broke through the surface with a whoop. After the initial shock wore off, the chill felt amazing on her sweaty and sun beaten skin.

  Paddling around, she let her mind wander again. The same what if scenarios about Luke rolled through her mind. He was becoming an obsession for her now. At times the images were so strong and so realistic, she thought she could hear his voice.

  “Can I join you?” Asked a baritone through the trees.

  Jennifer spun around in surprise. She thought her mind had finally cracked. There he stood, all six and a half feet of muscle. “Luke?” She blinked several times to clear the sight away, but he was real.

  Luke Robertson materialized out of the trees. His blue eyes glimmered with warmth and softness for the woman in front of him. He squat down at the edge of the water and watched her. She was more beautiful than he remembered.

  “I’ll come out. Give me a second.” Jennifer waded over to the bank and squeezed the water out of her hair. “I’m so glad to see you.” A mass of wings flapped in Jennifer’s stomach. She couldn’t tell if the nausea was due to nerves or the hormones.

  Luke reached out and took her hand. “I’m happy to see you too. Sit.” He gently tugged on her hand, pulling her on to her knees. His free hand cupped her cheek. “I am so sorry, Jennifer. I wanted so badly to stay away to protect you from JP, but I can’t stop thinking about you.” Luke mustered up every ounce of sincerity he could before continuing. “I want to give us a chance. That is if you would have me.”

  Jennifer studied the intensity in his face. She saw the need in Luke’s eyes tugging at her most intimate places. “I’m pregnant.” She blurted out. You stupid cow! Jennifer thought for sure she had just scared him off.