by Nicole Fox
“You know, I was thinking,” Misha said.
“Oh, no, more thinking.” She nudged me in the side.
“Hush, you. I was thinking … With everything that has gone on, and everything leveling out, it’d be nice to … Move things along, you know? With all this change.”
I raised a brow.
“More change?” I chuckled. I ordered us both a drink. “You’re on a roll, don’t you think?”
“We’re on a roll, actually,” she said. She smiled at me, her lip bitten. When our drinks were brought out, she nudged hers away.
I raised a brow at her. “No booze? Not even tonight? We’re celebrating!”
“I won’t be celebrating like this for a while,” she said. “A long while. Nine months, to be exact.”
I was confused. Why the specific number? Why—
And then it dawned on me.
No alcohol.
Nine months.
“Holy shit—Misha. Misha, are you sure—”
“One hundred percent.” She bit her lip, fidgeting in her seat. For the first time, I saw nervousness in her eyes, but I had no idea where it came from. “I understand if it’s not okay. But we haven’t been very careful the last few times and—”
I put my finger to her lips, before cupping her face with my hands. I drew her close, so close, keeping my eyes on her and pressing our foreheads together.
“I have never heard something in my entire fucking life that has ever made me so damn happy, Misha,” I said. “Nothing. I am being one hundred percent honest when I say you’ve just made me the goddamn happiest man alive.”
Her face reddened. “You mean it?”
“I mean it.”
I kissed her sweet, then hard, and wrapped my arms around her like I would never let go. There was a wolf whistle somewhere, and then a shout of “Get a room.” Somewhere someone decided to throw a napkin at us, hitting my head.
That’s when I pulled away.
“I’m gonna be a dad again!” I shouted. “Drinks all around, all on me tonight, boys. There’s a whole hell of a lot more that we’re celebrating than just a new gig!”
There were shouts and hoots and hollers. Jackal and Pride alike came up and congratulated us on our good news. I only had eyes for Misha though. The way she glowed under the compliments and the congratulations, the way she tucked her hair out of her face—and I could catch the etch of my name tattooed on her wrist.
Yeah … new gig, new life, new beginnings. I liked the sound of that.
THE END
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TRIP’S BABY: The Pride MC
I THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD. BUT NOW SHE’S BACK… WITH MY BABY IN HER ARMS.
I heard her scream as they gunned her down.
I promised I’d get my revenge for her death.
Years later, I’m almost ready to strike.
But then everything changed.
I’m a soldier, a warrior, a stone-cold killer.
It’s the only way to survive in this world I’ve chosen…
Kill or be killed.
As VP of the Pride MC, my men depend on me to be ruthless.
I’ve got reason enough to stoke the fury that burns in my chest:
The murder of my girlfriend years ago.
My enemies took her from me.
They wanted to stop me in my tracks.
But all they did was throw gasoline on my fire.
For years, I’ve told myself to wait for the right time to make things right.
Death for death, blood for blood.
But then Misha shows up on my doorstep.
And she’s not alone…
She’s got my baby in her arms.
I’m reeling now, my world turned on its head.
I know only one thing for certain:
I’m about to show her what she’s been missing all these years.
GRIZ: A Dark Bad Boy Romance (Chained Angels MC)
She’s a liability I can’t afford… and a temptation I can’t ignore.
I didn’t ask for another thing to worry about.
Especially not the hot, distracting mess that is Tanner Williams.
But when she challenges my authority, I don’t have a choice.
I need to bring out the chains and truly make her mine.
I could kill my VP for putting me in this mess.
There’s a way things should be done.
And this sure as hell wasn’t it.
Throwing a kidnapped beauty across my bed?
Calling her “the spoils of war”?
It’s more than I asked for.
Sure, she might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
But I’ve got a daughter at home and a club to run.
Not to mention a war looming on the horizon.
I can’t afford distractions like Tanner Williams.
But she’s mine now, whether I like it or not.
And when she starts giving me lip, the last of my patience disappears.
I’m gonna tighten her leash…
And show her who she belongs to now.
THE DADDY NEXT DOOR: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Heaven’s Horns MC)
I’M DOWN ON MY KNEES FOR THE DADDY NEXT DOOR.
I just wanted to get out of this town and start a new life.
But then something unexpected happened…
I got hooked on a bad boy.
He’s filthy. He’s wrong. And he’s staying in the room next door.
Colton Sears is bad news.
He’s a criminal, a rebel, an outlaw with nothing but sex on his mind.
So why can’t I stop thinking about him?
It’s not like I don’t have better things to be daydreaming about.
My life isn’t exactly cupcakes and sunshine, after all.
I’m barely scraping by, working double shifts at a ratty diner,
Flirting with gross men because I’m so desperate for tips.
And living in this disgusting motel ain’t so peachy either…
Especially not with a sexy, reckless neighbor who is nothing but trouble.
But when Colton’s kid needs my help one day and Daddy is nowhere to be found,
I do what any human would do and get the kid a snack.
What a mistake that turns out to be.
Before I know it, I’m up close and personal with the tattooed devil himself.
I should hate him – he’s everything I’m trying to run away from.
But one look in those steely eyes and I know I’m not going anywhere.
I’m his now.
HOGTIED: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Satan's Chaos MC)
I’LL KEEP HER TIED UP UNTIL SHE GIVES ME WHAT I WANT: A BABY.
I was running from the law when I came across a bonfire in the desert.
Crazy girl burning her ex’s car? Check.
Hot as hell and desperate for a revenge f**k? Check.
The last person in the world I should be associating with? Check, check, and checkmate.
But she’s too damn perfect for me to stay away.
I needed to lie low for a while, and the best place to hide is in plain sight.
So I take a job guarding a reality star in the middle of an emotional breakdown.
After all, no one would expect a criminal like me to be swimming in the rich kid end of the pool.
Her glitzy diamonds and ritzy dances are a far cry from the leather and liquor I’m used to.
But Francesca Savoy is temptation in a tight black dress.
And she’s falling off her high horse…
Right into my tattooed arms.
She doesn’t know that she’s falling for me.
That every touch, every tease, every rough, sweaty f**k is getting her more and more ensnared in my trap.
I want one thing: a baby.
And no one is gonna stop me from getting it.
Not her ex.
Not her mother.
Not even Francesca herself.
MANHANDLED: Sigma Saints MC
SHE’S ABOUT TO GET MANHANDLED.
When you stick your nose where you don’t belong, then some punishment is in order.
It’s too late for “I’m sorry” or “It was an accident.”
She trespassed on the wrong man.
And I’m about to show her how delicious this punishment can be.
She was nothing special.
At least, that’s what I used to think.
When she first barged in and heard some things she definitely should NOT have heard, I didn’t think much of her.
She was cute, sure.
Sexy even, in an innocent kind of way.
But she was a loose end, and that meant one thing:
She needed to be tied up.
I cuffed her down until I could decide where to dispose of her once I’d done what had to be done.
But the longer I stared at her, the more my hunger grew.
A prize like this shouldn’t be just thrown away.
It needed to be tasted.
Savored.
Devoured.
I’d had a million girls before her, but Jess is another species entirely.
She brings out sides of me I never knew were there.
I don’t know whether to thank her for it…
Or bend her over my knee and spank her to teach her a lesson.
Lucky for me, I don’t have to choose between the two.
We’ve got plenty of time for both.
The Hitman’s Child: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance
SHE CAN HAVE HER CHOICE: MY BABY IN HER BELLY, OR MY BULLET IN HER BRAIN.
My clients want people dead.
And if this man is to be believed, his ex-wife deserves her fate more than most.
But I’m not so sure. Maybe she’s earned the sweet kiss of death…
Or maybe all she needs is a hard, sweaty f*ck.
She thought she was finally safe.
But she didn’t know that I was coming to kill her.
It was nothing personal.
I’m a hitman, not a judge or jury.
I don’t ask questions…
I just pull the trigger and hide the bodies.
But there’s something different about this one.
Something innocent.
Something pure.
Is she really the monster her husband claims she is?
Or is there another story hidden behind those pretty eyes?
Only one way to know for sure:
Force her to her knees and spread that mouth wide open.
DOM’S BABY: Broken Spires MC
I HAD A TASTE OF HER. NOW, I’M COMING FOR THE REST.
One more heist, and then I’ll be done with this life for good.
In and out. I’d done it a million times. This will be no different.
At least, that’s what I thought…
Then Erica showed up.
She was too delicious to pass up.
A pretty city girl in a world far removed from the one she knows.
In other words, easy prey.
Down here, we do things different.
When a man like me wants a woman like her, he doesn’t stop to ask questions.
He just takes.
And takes.
And takes.
Until his hunger is sated.
And that’s exactly what I did.
The stupid girl was about to get stabbed, but I had a different kind of penetration in mind.
I scooped her up, threw her across my bike, and took her home.
The rest was bare flesh and broken moans.
I wish it had ended there.
But you can’t always get what you want.
And this little angel is trying her damndest to drag me back into the underworld I’m desperately trying to escape.
Cut it out, princess.
You don’t give the orders around here – I do.
Now get on your knees.
I’m not going to ask twice.
King’s Baby: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance
By the time all this is over, she’ll have my baby in her belly.
She was the star dancer at a sh*thole strip joint with plans for something grander.
I was an ex-con trying as hard as possible to stay out of the spotlight.
None of this should have ever happened.
But she pushed too far, and I had to punish her… The only trouble is, she liked it.
On the run from the law, I’ve got to find work where I can, even if it’s bouncing at this trashy club.
I should be keeping a low profile, but Christy has other ideas.
The platinum blonde dancer is a thunderstorm of ambition and ego.
She thinks she can shake that pretty ass and I’ll help her with whatever she needs.
But she’s wrong.
The only needs I’m satisfying are carnal.
The problem is, when I bend that gorgeous body over, I lose control…
And my past catches up with me.
The old boys from the neighborhood aren’t keen on letting me disappear.
They’ve found me at my most vulnerable,
and they aren’t the type of guys to let me live my life in peace.
Especially not when a shadowy mob boss is guiding their every move.
I should drop everything and run.
But Christy’s got me hooked.
I want her body.
I crave her taste.
And I promise you this: come hell or high water, I’m going to make her mine…
In the most permanent way I know how –
By putting my baby inside of her.
Rip’s Baby: Hounds of Hades MC
Rip won’t rest until he puts a baby in my belly.
Rip Harris is just like the rest of the Hounds of Hades MC – loud, obnoxious, and always looking to get laid.
And just my luck – he’s now going to be working in my dad’s auto shop.
He might be sexy as hell, but if I truly want to break free of this town, I need to stay far away from him.
But when a star professor tries to force himself on me, there’s only one place to turn for help.
Too bad the price of Rip’s protection is my mind, my body… and my womb.
All I ever wanted was to get the hell out of this podunk town.
It’s a dusty backwater filled with boozy bikers and washed-up losers.
I’ve got bigger dreams.
And when I land a prized scholarship to study design at university, I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Attracting the attention of the department’s preeminent professor seems like the cherry on top of a too-good-to-be-true ice cream sundae.
Turns out that’s exactly what it is.
Professor Ellsmith didn’t pick me out of the crowd because I was talented.
He picked me because he wanted to shove his filthy old hands between my legs.
And he threatens to derail my budding career if I say no.
I’m caught in the worst possible position.
Do I let this predator take advantage of me?
Or do I give up on my dreams?
I need help.
Rip seems like the last person in the world I want to owe a favor, but it’s not like I have a lot of choices.
There’s just one problem:
His services don’t come for free.
And if Rip is going to solve my professor problem, his demands are steep.
He wants to strip me, own me all night
long…
…and use me to carry his baby.
Biker’s Baby: Devil’s Wings MC
I can feel the biker’s baby growing inside me.
A whorehouse, a police raid, and a case of mistaken identity…
It’s a brutal recipe that’s left me tied up in the bed of a sexy, vicious biker.
Connor Ryan is determined to wring the truth out of me, by any means necessary.
I’ll resist all I can, but we both know the truth: he’s going to break me, and then he’s going to use me – in any way he wants.