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

by Samantha Leal

  Carl gripped her hand tightly and ran with her toward the elevators. The hotel was plush and clean, a stark contrast to the bar they had met in, and Emily couldn’t help but wonder how on earth a man like him even knew that this kind of place existed.

  It wasn’t the kind of hotel people checked into by the hour. It was the kind for wealthy travelers or important businessmen passing through. She looked around and as they walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the tenth floor, Carl lunged at her again and pushed her up against the mirrored wall.

  His kisses were deep and searching, and the way he held on to her neck as his tongue explored hers sent a shiver down her spine. His touch made her tingle everywhere and she was completely at his mercy.

  The elevator stopped and they disembarked. Carl held her hand and ran with her down the corridor as his eyes scanned frantically for their room.

  “Here,” he said as he ground to a halt and slipped the keycard into the lock.

  The door opened and he pushed it wide and pulled her inside. It was dark in there, the only light filtering in from the bright city lights outside behind the netted curtains. Carl kicked the door closed behind them and pulled Emily close to him. He held onto her neck and kissed her again, and as they fell back onto the bed, she was already so in need of him that she didn’t know how long she could wait.

  He ran his big, rough hands up her side and clenched her breasts. Emily threw her head back and gasped with pleasure as he began to kiss her neck and slipped his hand down between her legs. Her dress was riding up and her black lacey panties were on show. Carl grunted with approval when he saw them and slipped his fingers inside, finding her sweet spot and massaging her clit with his forefinger.

  Emily was in ecstasy and she threw her head back again and began to pant. She didn’t want him to stop, but at the same time, she wanted to ride the wave of anticipation and for him to make her wait for her release… It would make it that much more incredible.

  Carl pulled her to the edge of the bed so that her legs were dangling down and he pulled her panties down and off before opening her legs wide. As he bent down between them and his tongue ran the entire length of her slit, she could barely breathe. It felt so good. So right.

  “Carl,” she groaned as she held onto his head and he pinned her down by the belly with the flat of his hand.

  When he climbed back up on top of her, he had already wriggled out of his jeans and his huge, thick, hard cock was standing proudly at attention in front of her.

  Emily let her eyes wander down and when she saw it, illuminated by the city lights, she gasped in awe.

  He was perfect.

  He was so big and raw she had no idea how she would take him.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asked her as he held onto his shaft and positioned it at the opening of her slick, engorged pussy.

  “Oh yes,” she panted.

  And then with one long, powerful thrust, Carl pushed himself inside of her and opened her wide.

  The sensation was overpowering. His cock was so powerful, she could barely hold on. As his strokes became harder and deeper, Emily clung to his broad shoulders and wrapped her legs tightly around him. She was completely at his mercy and desperate for him to fill her with his juicy bad boy seed.

  “Give it to me, Carl,” she gasped as he fucked her harder.

  She ran her hands up his tensed thighs and dug her nails into the naked flesh of his back. Carl grunted and groaned and she could feel the power rising within him.

  His whole body seized and so did Emily’s as they both came at the exact same time. She bucked and convulsed beneath him as her pussy walls gripped him tightly and he emptied his hot, thick load right up inside of her. His balls completely drained and his heart pounding, he collapsed down on top of her and breathed heavily into her neck.

  “Fuck me, Emily,” he panted as he kissed her on the cheek. “That was the best lay of my life.”

  “Me too,” she grinned as she ran her hands through his hair and brought his face up to meet hers.

  And she meant it.

  No one had ever made her cum like that, and she knew, in that moment, no one would ever be able to fuck her like that again. She wanted him fully and forever. Carl was her man. The one who was supposed to be by her side. And she could tell that he felt it too.

  As they held each other and listened to the sounds of the city racing through the night outside, Emily kissed his chest lightly and Carl pulled her as close as he could and held onto her tight. He was protecting her and Emily had never felt safer. They drifted off to sleep in a tangle of each other’s limbs and the aftermath of their exquisite sex. Emily knew that if she dreamed, it would only be of him and of how she never ever wanted this perfect moment to end.

  9.

  Emily swept her hair up high over her head and secured it with the pen she had been using to keep track of the stock. It was a hot day and she could feel the glistening of sweat forming on her forehead, so she reached up and patted it away with the back of her hand.

  Junk was sitting in front of her and was going over everything she had written down, making sure that she had recorded everything correctly and accurately, and that she was getting the knack of what it meant to fully run a bar.

  “All looks good to me, kiddo,” Junk said with a proud smile on his recently smoothed and hairless face. “You’re getting to be a bit of an expert at this, maybe I should be worried for my job.” He winked at her and then he bent down to pick up one of the large crates of glasses and heaved them up onto the side of the bar.

  “As if,” she laughed. “You’re part of the furniture here, don’t you know…”

  Junk nodded and laughed with her in agreement.

  A lot had changed for Emily in the past few months. After her randomly walking into the biker bar and meeting Carl, things had just gotten better and better. Their hot date had led to many more and they had been pretty much inseparable ever since.

  Around a month into their relationship, Emily had quit her job at the Italian restaurant on the other side of town and helped the guys out at the bar whenever they needed her. But, mostly, Carl liked to look after her. He liked to keep her well dressed and well groomed, to shower her with gifts and whatever she wanted, and to treat her like a queen. And she couldn’t argue with that. He was her king, after all.

  She sat down on the stool, the very one she had chosen the first time she had set foot in the place and asked Junk to bring her a glass of water.

  “No vodka today?” he joked.

  Emily smiled and meekly shook her head. She wouldn’t be drinking until Carl got there and she knew that for sure.

  The bar had been quiet for the past couple of weeks, but that was mainly because a lot of the charters of the city had been travelling up state and Carl hadn’t wanted one gang, in particular, coming in anymore after what the creepy guys had done to Emily. It had turned out that they had been pretty high up in a rival gang, and trouble between them and Carl’s MC was pretty commonplace. But when they had disrespected Emily, it had been the final straw.

  But even with the bar quiet, it was still raking in the takings, and each weekend night was packed to the rafters with students or rock fans or people who were just curious to know what it felt like to walk into an outlaw bar and live dangerously for the night. In a city like theirs, there seemed to be no shortage of voyeurs, and neither Emily, Junk, nor Carl were complaining. It kept them all busy and on their toes.

  The front door swung open on its hinges and Emily turned. He walked in with all the swagger and confidence he had had the day she first laid eyes on him, and he still made her heart race and her pulse quicken. She couldn’t help but smile as he approached her, slid an arm around her shoulder and leaned in for a deep, long kiss.

  “Hey, Babe,” he smiled. “Mmm, you smell good.”

  It had been the new perfume he had bought for her. Another thing she had never expected to be given when she had started dating a biker. But Car
l was anything but stereotypical and so far, he was breaking all expectations.

  He pulled her close to him and she looked up at him nervously.

  “Did you pick it up?” she asked as their eyes met.

  “Umm hmm,” he nodded as he opened his jacket to show her the inside pocket. She could see the pink edge of the box sticking up and she felt the nerves rise in her.

  Whatever the outcome, she knew that nothing would break them. They would continue to grow and thrive no matter what.

  “Come on then,” she said as she motioned toward a door that led out back to a corridor.

  They held hands as they walked down it toward the ladies bathroom and Carl handed her the box and waited outside as Emily disappeared inside and locked the door.

  Even though she hadn’t taken the test yet, she already knew it was positive. The wait between doing what she had to do and waiting for the result to appear were the longest three minutes of her life, and she stared up at the ceiling, wondering whether to open the door and let Carl in, or wait until she knew for sure.

  She looked down at her watch. The three minutes were up. It was now or never.

  She picked up the stick and let her eyes adjust to the little screen in the middle. Two very strong pink lines.

  No doubt about it.

  She was most certainly pregnant.

  She opened the door to the restroom and Carl turned to look at her with hope in his eyes, and he only had to see her to know the answer.

  It was really happening.

  They were going to be parents.

  He rushed toward her and swept her up in his arms. Emily looked into his eyes and they kissed each other deeply. When she had stepped into the bar all those weeks ago, she had no idea of how that small act of spontaneity would change her life forever, but she was so glad that it had.

  She had found the sexy, outlaw man of her dreams and now they were about to start a family together. Fate really had reached out and taken her hand. And she had never been happier.

  THE END

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