STICK: MC ROMANCE NOVELLA (Forsaken Riders MC Romance Book 8)

by Samantha Leal

  “I don’t need your fucking lies,” Brad spat, he alternated pointing the gun between them. He pointed it frantically at Aiden and then at Laurie, his eyes popping out of his head.

  “Put the gun down,” Aiden said calmly, as if this situation was nothing to be concerned about. And then his tone changed, “Now.”

  “You think you’re going to tell me what to do?” Brad screamed, “I’ve got news for you douche bag, I’m the one holding the gun! I decide what’s going to happen here! Understood?”

  A smile crept across Aiden’s face before he curled it up into a sneer.

  “No,” Aiden growled, “That’s actually not how it works at all.”

  Suddenly Aiden’s body heaved and buckled, his muscles ripping through his clothes as his voice turned to snarls and growls. At the same time his limbs shortened and his torso grew long as he fell to all fours. Everything about him was changing before their eyes, as he continued to issue a ferocious howl. His tanned skin turned even darker before a coat of luscious thick fur burst forth. His big hands pulled in as they morphed into paws with sharp claws and his gorgeous face morphed into the handsome features of a wolf. A magnificent, and enormous wolf. One with beautiful fierce blue eyes. Laurie blinked, breathless and struck dumb all at once. She couldn’t believe her eyes. What the fuck is happening? She thought.

  Within seconds the beast had spanned the distance between himself and Brad, who had mere seconds to stand there in utter disbelief and shock before the giant creature had clamped his jaws on Brad’s throat. Laurie didn’t want to watch but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Carried by momentum the wolf knocked Brad maybe ten feet back, even as it shook its head, tearing his throat out. Before she could comprehend what was happening the wolf, or whatever it was, dragged him off into the trees. The only evidence left of them was the gun lying on the ground in front of her. And then there was the blood.

  Aiden was a shifter. Holy shit. Her heart pounded even harder as everything suddenly came into focus. That explained everything. His icy blue eyes, the way his skin felt like it was on fire, the power that ran through him… and of course the creature that had saved her. It had saved her. It was him. It was him all along. No wonder he felt so different to anyone she had ever met before, she had never met a shifter before…Of course she had heard the stories, but never believed any of it. How could she know such creatures actually existed?

  She swallowed and kept her hands covered over her ears. Somehow Brad was still able to scream and she could hear both his cries and the creature’s snarls coming from inside the forest. She couldn’t block them out. Brad started to gargle and Laurie knew he was going to be dead. There was no way he could possibly survive an attack like that from an animal of that size. She had thought the first bite had finished him.

  Her thoughts returned to Aiden. He was a majestic creature in either form but seeing him as the striking dark wolf had had an unexpected effect on her. She felt inexplicably turned on. She just wanted him to finish with Brad so they could get the hell out of that forest.

  The remaining gargles ceased and the forest fell silent. Laurie stood waiting nervously, unsure of how to feel or what to do. Should she go and see what was happening? Before she had a chance to make the decision Aiden came walking towards her from the trees. He was naked and covered in blood. But he was a man again. Laurie looked at his amazing body. He was so muscular and toned, his thighs were wide and his arms were huge. She didn’t dare look between his legs but of course couldn’t avoid it. His manhood was the biggest she had ever seen and looked to be half engorged already. Laurie felt a gush between her legs.

  “Aiden,” she whispered, “Is he…?”

  He nodded and looked down at the ground, unsure of how she was going to react. “I didn’t want you to see that, and I did not want to frighten you, but I had no choice. I had to act.”

  “You saved me again,” she whispered. “He’s what I was running from.”

  Even though what had happened was too horrific to put into words and she knew Brad was lying mangled in the forest behind them, the site of Aiden in front of her was too much. She had to have him.

  “Are you alright?” Aiden said, his voice deeper and gruffer than it had been before.

  “I’m fine,” she smiled. And she meant it. For the first time in a long time she felt completely safe and at ease. This man was more than she could have ever hoped for. He had burst into her life out of nowhere and in less than twenty-four hours had saved her twice from perilous situations, swept her off her feet, and now she had seen him turn into a wolf before her very eyes. That was hard to beat.

  “Come to me,” she whispered, holding out her arms.

  Aiden approached her slowly and slipped his arms around her. His huge manhood had become fully erect and poked into her side, even as she felt her own sex grow warm and tingly. She ached to have him inside her and when he kissed her and lay her back down on the ground the heat coming from him was so intense she felt like she was going to get burned. He pulled her t-shirt off from over her head and slipped down her shorts as he climbed between her legs. He kissed her neck and ran his hot rough hands up the length of her naked body as he slowly and sensually pushed his huge length inside her.

  Laurie gasped. The pleasure was so intense she felt like she was being opened up for the first time. Aiden thrust in and out of her slowly, his cock red hot and powerful. They lay making love beneath the trees and looked into each other’s eyes. He fit inside her perfectly, she had never felt so filled and completed before. Aiden lifted her leg up and wrapped his hand delicately around her throat as he pumped into her while she dug her feet into the base of his spine. He grunted louder with each thrust and Laurie was on the verge of the most amazing orgasm of her life. She screamed up into the trees as she came and Aiden unraveled too, cumming hot and heavy inside her as he collapsed on top of her. His skin was electric and on fire.

  She wrapped her hands in his hair and pulled his face to hers. She stared into his stunning eyes and he kissed her again. She had never been so reckless and she had never felt so good. They lay under the trees until the sun went down and the stars came out.

  9.

  Laurie sat on the front of the speed boat as Aiden drove it into the shore where his car was waiting. It was the following morning and they had spent the night together under the stars. She had conflicting emotions. She was completely in awe of him but also a little scared. He had murdered Brad, even if it had been to save her. Brad was dead and it was at Aiden’s hand.

  She turned to look at him, his dark hair was shaggy and windswept from the breeze. She still couldn’t get over how incredible he was. A smile crept across her face and she hugged her arms around herself. She had told him she wanted to leave Blakestone Ridge that morning and he hadn’t tried to stop her. She had to go home. If she was missing when questions about Brad arose, it was going to look suspicious on her part. If she went home at least she could say Brad had gone out driving when he was drunk and she hadn’t seen him since. In a sense she wasn’t that worried though. No one would believe the truth anyhow. If there was a truth it was that he had been mauled by a wild animal anyhow. Again, Aiden had said he would take care of it.

  They got into Aiden’s car and he started the engine. He reached down and took hold of her hand.

  “I’m glad you’re going to go back to the city,” he smiled. “I couldn’t face you going on the run and never seeing you again.”

  “On the run,” she playfully punched him on the shoulder, “Last night you spectacularly eliminated what I was running from.”

  “I know,” he almost looked embarrassed that the aggression had taken him over. But Laurie wasn’t sorry for what he had done. If he hadn’t she never would have been free from Brad. His ex-fiancé had confirmed how dangerous he could be.

  “You will always be safe with me,” he said, wrapping his hand in her hair and kissing her again. “I would appreciate it if you could keep the part about me turning into a
wolf just between us though,” he said, in a mock matter of fact tone. Yeah, he was a keeper.

  “I’d be honored to keep your secret, Aiden,” Laurie smiled, “I would never tell a soul… I think we’ve been through too much together this weekend for me to tell anyone. I think we owe it to each other to keep all this between us. Besides, who would believe me?”

  “I agree,” he smiled as he put the car in drive and pulled out of the clearing onto the deserted country roads. “I’m going to head back this afternoon,” he said. “Will you be alright in the meantime?”

  Laurie churned over everything in her mind. The idea of being away from him just now was frightening. She knew the drive back home wasn’t particularly long and would only take her two hours max, but she had gotten used to having him there to protect her. Still, she knew he would be there when she returned.

  “I’ll stay with you, if you want.” he looked at her, his eyes alive with passion.

  “I’ll be fine,” she smiled, all she had needed was that tiny bit of reassurance. “But if you really want to, maybe you can come see me once things blow over a bit.”

  As they drove back into the town and headed up Main Street she noticed some of the items for sale in the store windows. There were wolf figurines in one shop and as she looked at the old man working there she noticed that he too had an ice blue glint to his eyes. A memory glazed over her to when she was a child and she stood with her father looking in one of those stores. He told her that he’d heard the rumors about the forests and that they’d had big animals living there. She had thought about it a lot afterwards and the whole time they were staying at the lake cabin she had hoped to see one of the creatures that the legends had told of, but nothing ever came of it and the memory had faded as she grew up. It was funny how life could work out. The fact she had been drawn back to that place and had met this man seemed like proof of some divine intelligence. In this moment she could easily see herself spending the rest of her life with him. Of course she hardly knew him, but there was plenty of time to remedy that. When she was a child she had romanticized about the legends of the animals, but never in her wildest dreams could have predicted what she would come to know as the truth. She looked across at her alpha billionaire shifter, and his huge frame and gorgeous chiseled features. Just looking at him sent a shiver down her spine, as well as up her legs. She had never been a big believer in fate but something had pulled them together. There was something between them that worked better than any relationship Laurie had ever had with anyone in her life before. Aiden didn’t just seem to understand her, he seemed to be inside her head. She loved the air of mystery that was constantly around him, and now with a promise of a reunion in the city she couldn’t wait to see where their relationship was heading. She looked up at him and he squeezed her hand. Everything was going to be just fine. She was sure of it.

  THE END

  What the Outlaw Keeps

  Samantha Leal

  Copyright ©2016 by Samantha Leal. All rights reserved.

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

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  1.

  Emily twiddled her thumbs as she sat in the waiting room and looked nervously around. From first glance, she could already tell that she was one of, at least, four other candidates down to the last stage of the interview process, and she didn’t much fancy her chances now that she was looking at them all sitting quietly on either side.

  Emily could see how well-heeled they were. And although she hadn’t had a bad upbringing, she knew that they probably had both the qualifications and the connections to let them sail through and collect first place ahead of her. It wasn’t often she found herself in such a position, but this was definitely one of them. She was the underdog… and even though she probably wanted – and needed – the job more than any of the other interviewees, she couldn’t bear to put herself through the torment of the grueling process any longer.

  She looked at the smug expression on one of the guy’s faces who was staring at her over the top of his copy of the Financial Times and she rolled her eyes before getting to her feet.

  She’d rather spend the rest of her life as a waitress than having to mingle with and be polite to stuck up idiots like them, and she wasn’t intending on sticking around to find out whether she would have eventually made the cut or not.

  She smoothed down her pencil skirt and picked up her purse. As she turned and walked back toward the main doors, she couldn’t help but let the grin spread across her face.

  “Miss Moore?” the receptionist called as Emily marched past her without turning back or responding.

  She didn’t owe any of them anything, and she wasn’t about to sit and explain herself to a stranger. She was out of there!

  She laughed to herself as she undid the buttons on the cuffs of her shirt and rolled the sleeves up to the elbows. The sun was high in the sky and it was a hot, humid day. Far too humid to be wearing such a conservative outfit with a pair of ridiculous heels. Emily checked her watch. It was only one thirty. She had the whole afternoon stretching out before her and the whole city was hers.

  “You’re not going home,” she said aloud to herself as she stood in the middle of the busy street, looking left and then right.

  She could have decided to go in either direction, but something pulled her to the left and without giving it a second thought, she began to follow her instincts.

  As she walked along the city streets, she thought of how she had come to this point. Emily was now twenty-five, single, she still lived at home with her parents, and she was currently pretty much unemployed, except for the couple of shifts a week at an Italian restaurant over on her side of town. She had geared herself up to seriously start looking to begin her career, but so far, every firm she had set foot in had given her the creeps.

  The latest had been, by far, the worst, though, and now she was out of there and felt as if she could breathe again; she knew that she had done the right thing. Emily had always thought it was right to live by the motto that you certainly only live once. And she didn’t want to compromise any of her precious time by being unhappy in what she was doing. She knew the second she had set foot in that place, weeks ago, that she wouldn’t have liked it there…but she pushed herself to go through the motions anyway, hoping, as most did, to be rewarded at the end.

  But screw that, she thought, this is my reward. Today.

  She turned left again at an intersection and found herself in a part of town she had never been before. The street was lined with grimy looking bars, and although she was going to stick out like a sore thumb, she didn’t care. It was midafternoon… What was the worst that could happen?

  She reached up to her long blonde ponytail, pulled out the hair tie that kept it in place and shook her long locks out, down and over her shoulders. She pulled off her black framed glasses and slipped them into her purse and opened another button at the top of her shirt so her big, bouncing breasts were ever so slightly on show. Pushed up and highlighted by her amazing nude lace bra.

  “Come on then, Em,” she coached herself. “Let’s find somewhere to unwind.”

  She had never ever drank during the day before, but after her experience back at that office, she knew that this was the perfect time to start.

  She stomped forward, her heels clicking out behind her and her hips undulating with each stride. She felt powerful, confident and ready to take on the world. And when she stopped outside of a bar whose door was open and had rock music blaring out from the inside, she knew that she had found the perfect place.

  “Here goes nothing,” she whispered to herself as sh
e tucked her jacket underneath her arm and took a deep breath.

  She had no idea what she would find once she stepped over the threshold, but she was excited and in the mood to be reckless.

  2.

  The bar was everything she had hoped for. It was dark and dirty, cheap and unpretentious. There was an old fifties style jukebox in the corner that was stained with grime and as she pulled up her stool and sat down in front of the barman, she could swear that he almost did a double take.

  “Hey,” he said. “What can I get you?”

  He eyeballed her suspiciously. Almost as if she was working undercover and about to bust him for something highly illegal.

  “Hmm,” she said as she checked her watch again.

  It was almost two p.m. and she was sure that it wasn’t the kind of place to carry fine wines.

  “Can I get a vodka?” she smiled. “Straight up with some ice.”

  The barman gave her a wry smile from below his long, red beard. She could make out the glint of a golden tooth somewhere in there and it made her want to turn and take a proper look at the place she had walked into. But it was too late to back out now.

  “Sure,” he said as he reached up and pulled down a cloudy looking tumbler.

  Emily hadn’t been in a bar so dirty since she had been in college and hadn’t cared about who was pouring her drinks, or what they were pouring. Even though she didn’t exactly live a life of opulent sophistication, she did suddenly feel a little panicked.

  She had read plenty of articles about the possibility of certain type of illnesses spread via dirty glasses. But she decided that this wasn’t the time to become a paranoid hypochondriac. This was her day of self-discovery and freedom.