Released: MC Secret Baby Romance (New Adult Contemporary Biker Romance)

by Casey Elliot

  I snorted. "It was where my date wanted to meet," I said. "They have chicken wings on special tonight."

  Nick let out a bark of laughter, tilting his head back so I could see that scar again. I wondered how he had gotten it.

  "And he couldn't even show up for the wings," he commented. "What an asshole."

  I sipped my drink and grinned. "Them's the breaks."

  Nick matched my grin, spearing me with his gaze; "his loss, my gain."

  I broke contact with those deep, endless pools of darkness. Biting my lip, I looked over to see if our food was on its way out. Really, I just needed an excuse to take a little breather. He was hot; too hot. What had I done to deserve this kind of treatment? Or rather, what was wrong with him?

  But, when I looked back and studied him, I saw no malice in his eyes, no disorder. He seemed just a normal guy, out for a beer.

  "What are you doing here?" I asked to satisfy my internal doubts. "Surely, a guy like you has better things to be doing on a Friday night than hanging out at a biker bar with a girl who got stood up."

  He relaxed back into his chair just as the waitress came over and slid the nachos in front of us. I dug it. I truly was starving.

  "I needed some air," he said.

  "So, you came to a bar?" I asked quizzically.

  He shrugged. "Maybe it's better to say I needed some space."

  "That's cryptic," I said dryly.

  He popped a chip in his mouth and chewed. "Does it matter?" he asked.

  This time, I met the challenge of his eyes and thought about his question. Did it matter? Honestly, probably not. If I were going to have a one night stand with the guy and never talk to him again, the only thing that mattered was that he was hot and that I could stand him. Check and check.

  "I guess not," I said finally, "to getting space and being stood up."

  We clinked glasses and tipped them back, drinking heartily. I was already feeling lightheaded bubbly, my favorite stage of intoxication. It was a stage that made promises of things to come—much like Nick's gaze.

  Nick

  Damn, she was hot. I couldn't believe that she wondered why I'd want to be sitting with her. If she only knew the things her sultry stare was doing to my cock, I doubt she'd ever question my motives again.

  I couldn't wait to take her home. I would have taken her into the back alley right then if I didn't have it in my head that I wanted to take some time with this one. She had a body that I longed to explore, and I wanted to take my time doing so.

  We drank and chatted for another hour or so, finishing up the nachos and trading little stories about our lives. Nothing personal, but I got to know enough about her to know that she was nothing like the girl I was supposed to marry back home.

  Not that there was anything wrong with Heather. She was a sweet girl, but lacked the aplomb and assured grace that Juliana possessed. While Heather was demure, Juliana had a measured confidence that struck me. She was analytical, I could tell, but I could also tell that she had analyzed our present situation and had been happy with what she found.

  She offered to call for a cab, but I said that I'd brought my bike. Since I hadn't had much to drink, she agreed to let me take her for a ride.

  I handed her my spare helmet when we got outside and told her to hold on tight. As she straddled the seat behind me, her tight thighs gripping at my hips, she held on very tightly indeed. I loved it. That girl could press herself against me so hard that I couldn't breathe if she wanted. I'd die happy.

  I rolled out and down the streets that she called into my ear, the engine of my bike nearly drowning her out. I liked that she had to get real close to say anything. I could feel her breath on my neck, and it caused a jolt of electricity to zap straight down to my balls.

  I couldn't wait to get her inside.

  When she told me to stop, I pulled into the drive we'd stopped in front of and kicked down my stand.

  "This is an interesting place," I said.

  It wasn't. It was a ramshackle little house with peeling paint and a roof that was in bad need of repair. It’s only redeeming feature was the beautiful and well-kept garden on the front lawn.

  "It's not," she said, snorting as she got off the bike.

  I followed suit.

  "My landlord doesn't really believe in fixing up things when they break," she explained. "I've been at him for months, citing all sorts of codes and renter rights. He comes in and starts to fix something, and then heads off to god knows where." She blew a piece of the straight hair that had landed on her forehead after removing the helmet. "Honestly, if the rent wasn't so cheap, I'd be out of here."

  "I thought you were an accountant?"

  She gave me a grim smile. "Just got out of school," she said. "I started a little late, and now I'm in my mid-twenties and up to my neck in student loans." She gestured around her. "Behold, the fruits of my labor."

  I laughed and pulled her toward me, inhaling the sweet smell of her shampoo. "Well; at least, if we break anything, it won't matter," I purred into her ear.

  I pulled back and saw a smile light up her face. "You make a very solid point, Nick."

  I leaned down and pressed my lips into hers, willing my drifter persona to take over, to lead me away from thoughts of responsibility and action.

  She was my rock in this endeavor. Any time my mind started to drift, the feel of her body tight against mine, held in the vice grip of my arms, brought me back to earth.

  She moved against me, already grinding up against my crotch. As I had suspected, this girl knew what she was doing. I hardened instantly, already wondering what delightful little things I'd discover next about this mysterious girl—what other tricks she might have up her sleeve.

  Winding my hands in her hair, I pulled her face closer, my tongue invading her mouth dominantly. The way she moaned let me know that she was mine for the taking, and it sent a thrill through me. I touched her everywhere, not giving a crap whether her neighbors might look out and see or not. She was mine for the night, and I wanted everyone to know it.

  *****

  Juliana

  Holy hell, he was a good kisser. I had never had such a passionate, panty-dropping kiss. He captured my mouth and owned it, giving me pleasure in a way that a kiss normally would not. It was everything I could do not to tear his clothes off in the driveway and ride him to perdition.

  I managed to drag myself away just long enough to pull him to my front door, unlock it, and push him inside. As soon as we were through the door, he slammed me roughly against the wall. It didn't hurt, but damn it was hot.

  He found the bottom of my shirt and tore it off. His hands were rough, as they slid across my skin, causing a tingling sensation to spread in their wake. I wanted nothing more than to feel them between my legs.

  I didn't have to wait for long.

  By the time we were in my bedroom, both of us were naked. Our clothes had been tossed aside on the way, and I knew it would be a hassle to go pick them all up, but I didn't care.

  Nick was big. After he threw me on the bed, I took a moment to assess him, and decided there was a statistical improbability in my room. No guy that hot ever has a dick that big. I smiled; James' loss, my gain, right?

  "You look so good like that," he said, stroking himself.

  Normally, I would have felt self-conscious about my body. Who didn't? When guys wanted to get a good look at me, I usually tried to keep their attention on my tits, not my belly, and that generally involved some yoga-like concentration.

  With Nick, I didn't care. I felt sexy. I felt powerful.

  I felt a great need.

  "Get over here," I said.

  He didn't waste any time. One second, he was at the foot of the bed, the next, he was firmly anchored between my thighs, the tip of his cock pressing against me. He kissed me again and I nearly died from the pure erotic anticipation that I felt.

  I wanted him so bad and, as he slid along my wet folds, I knew that he could feel how bad I want
ed him. I arched my back upward, attempting to thrust him in, but he pulled back in equal measure.

  "You look good like this, too," he purred in my ear; "all sexy and horny."

  "God, Nick," I said. "Please. Please fuck me."

  He growled into my ear and shoved inside of me in one powerful stroke. I arched my back and cried out in pleasure, feeling him fill me to an impossible degree.

  When we moved, we moved together; each of us keeping time like we had a metronome. The exquisite fullness in my pussy caused pleasure with each stroke, and I was lost in the sensation. I couldn't think about anything else but him—his rough mouth on my neck, his arms around me. There was only that and nothing else. I was alive.

  Tension pooled in my belly like liquid fire, begging to be released more and more with each of his thrusts; release became the only word on my mind, repeating over and over as I dug my nails into his back and pressed up to try and attain it.

  Release… Release… Release…

  I could almost taste it. I was so close. Nick's ragged breath told me he was close too. I could feel him panting into my ear, straining for his own satisfaction. We were two wild dancers, ready for a grand finale.

  And grand it was.

  I came apart in a flash of color and heat. My eyes screwed shut, and my mouth fell open in what was, at first, a silent cry. When the first of the waves began to hit me, I screamed in pure rapture, digging my nails even harder into Nick's back. I probably could have drawn blood, but I doubt either of us would have cared.

  Nick's thrusts became more frenzied as I came; sinking into me with a fury that was more animal than human. He panted and groaned, finally coming to a shaking climax buried deep in me.

  I spared no thought to whether that was such a good idea or not; so gone was I.

  I had no idea the implications this night would have for us.

  Nick

  I spent the night with Juliana, not wanting to cut out too soon and miss hanging out with her a little more. I knew that I shouldn't have, but I was a glutton for punishment. Besides, when I was stuck in an unhappy marriage in a few months, I'd need something to look back on.

  I knew that was where it had to end though. I gave her my number when she asked, but sadly, realized I was going to have to ignore any texts or phone calls from her. Even if I was free to be with who I wanted, I couldn't bring a non-shifter into shifter politics or risk exposing our secret; there were too many factors at work that would keep us apart.

  I rode out of there in the morning with a sense of guilt and shame. If she was feeling anything like I was about our night together, then she wouldn't want to leave it at that, either. Worse, she'd never even get to know why.

  *****

  "Where have you been, cousin?" said Parker, bitterly, as I stepped into my house. I hated when he came over without asking, but that was meant to be the whole purpose of us all living in a compound—community.

  "None of your business," I snapped back. "Get out of my house."

  He didn't move.

  "That was an order as your pack leader, not as your cousin."

  He got up, but it was slowly. "I came over to try and smooth things over between us."

  "Come back another time," I replied. "When I'm a little less angry."

  Thinking about the way he'd stood against me on this marriage thing had really pissed me off. Now, it pissed me off even more since I'd spent a whole night being reminded of what I wouldn't have for the rest of my life.

  Parker opened his mouth as if to say something more, but my stony expression caused him to think twice. He left my house without a word, slamming the door behind him.

  There were a lot of reasons that I was pissed at being pushed into this arrangement. First of all, I didn't like being pushed anywhere. It made me grit my teeth just thinking about it, but I had agreed to it reluctantly after Parker had convinced Heather's pack that it was the best for both of our people. If I had said no after that, it would have caused some serious tension between our packs; well, more serious tension… god knows we already have enough. The last fight between members from our packs had been pretty serious. If something wasn't done about it, who knew how it would escalate.

  I was also pissed because Parker had basically betrayed me, and I knew it was because he had his eye on one of the other pack's women. Her name was Crystal, or something like that, and he didn't think he stood a chance of getting her if I didn't bridge the gap between our packs first.

  I was even more pissed because Heather didn't seem thrilled about it either. She was a nice girl, pretty too. but she was way too young for any of this crap. Last I checked, she had just turned twenty, and now she would be married off to a pack leader in his mid-thirties just because our people couldn't play nice.

  It was a whole mix of reasons to make a guy pissed off, and to have Parker come back and try to make things right? That was ridiculous.

  Now, I had another reason to be pissed off—because I didn't want Heather. I wanted Juliana.

  Juliana

  I tried texting Nick a couple of days after we had sex, but I got no response. It hurt, I won't deny that, but I tried not to dwell too much on it. I figured that he was pretty into me, after he was all sweet and cuddly in the morning, but I guess I had misread his signals… or his personality.

  That was fine. Wouldn't be the first time a guy didn't get back to me after a one-night stand. Well, it was the second time. I didn't really do one night stands. I didn't really do anything fun, usually… until he ignored my text, I had thought that maybe I should try and let my hair down some more since apparently, it had worked in my favor.

  Now, I wasn't so sure.

  I went back to work and back to my old, boring life after that. I tried not to let the rejection get to me and, after awhile, it seemed like I was going to be able to forget it.

  Then, I missed my period.

  That wasn't unusual for me and, at first, I tried to quell my growing anxiety by telling myself that. No matter how many times I reminded myself of the times I'd been late in the past though, my mind went back to our lack of condoms that night, and how I had never exactly been the best at taking my birth control on time.

  Those were the thoughts that finally propelled me to the drugstore around the corner from my house. I wore a baseball cap on my head, the brim tilted down, as if that would stop anyone from recognizing me in the pregnancy test aisle.

  I grabbed the first test I saw, scurried to the till, and then practically booked it home. It was a pretty straightforward process, and soon I had a timer set and all that was left to do was wait.

  Even as I stared at the thing on my counter, waiting for the lines to show up, I wasn't scared. I was anxious because I wasn't sure what I would do about the dad, but I'd always wanted kids. Though the fear of having it being sprung so abruptly on me freaked me out, it was hard not to wonder what the little guy or girl would look like. I was twenty-six and hadn't had a relationship longer than just over a year. I'd practically given up on having kids. I knew that was a grim way of thinking about it when I was still so young, but it didn't help that none of the guys I ever went out with were in any way life partner material.

  The timer on my phone beeped and ripped me from my reverie. It was time.

  I walked over to the counter and picked up the stick, looking back and forth between the instructions and the little window on it.

  I was going to be a mom.

  *****

  Even though Nick had originally ignored my text, I decided the next day, after a long period of vacillation that it would be the right thing to do to at least try to get a hold of him and tell him.

  My hand shook as I typed out a message to him, telling him that I needed to see him urgently. I didn't want to tell him I was pregnant over text, but if he ignored this one too, then I might have to.

  Luckily, he didn't ignore it. He asked me what was up, and I told him to come over as soon as possible. He had to have known what I was going to tell
him. Really, there was nothing else that would have been serious enough to warrant my demanding his presence after a few weeks of not seeing him.

  He was there within a couple of hours. I heard his bike grumble into my driveway, and my stomach did a little flip. It had been so long since I'd seen his face; so long since that night we made passionate love. I wasn't sure what I would say to him, but I was excited to have the chance—even if I was dreading his reaction to my news.

  "Hey," he said gruffly at my door.

  "Come in."

  I walked over to the living room, him trailing behind me. It reminded me of our long ago trek from the front door to my room when we had discarded all of our clothes in a passionate haze. My stomach clenched. I couldn't be thinking about that.

  "What's wrong?" he asked after we sat down.

  I winced at his choice of wording. "Whether something is wrong or not kind of depends on your perspective," I said. "But, I won't keep you in suspense. I'm pregnant."

  The silence in the room was palpable. I searched his eyes for any indication of what he was feeling, but he was a veritable stone.

  "Nick," I said. "Can you say something?"

  He blinked his eyes, coming back into focus. "Are you keeping it?" he asked.

  I nodded slowly. "I don't expect anything from you," I said. "But, I figured the right thing to do would be to let you know."

  He nodded along with me. "Thank you," he said. "I appreciate that."

  We spent some more time in silence before I grimaced and stood up. "You can leave now if you want."

  He inclined his head toward me, his expression softening. "I’m not leaving, I'm thinking," he said. "There are some things you need to know that will affect the baby."

  My heart raced. Oh no. Did he have a family history of heart disease or something? I sat right back down.

  "Tell me."

  He reached over and took my small hand in his, stroking the back of it with his thumb. I looked down at the tender gesture, confused.

  "First, I want you to know that I'm not disappointed or upset that you're pregnant," he said in a low hum. "I'm ecstatic, actually, and if you want to keep the baby, then I would like to be in its life."