A Secret Baby for the Shifter (Stonybrooke Shifters)

by Leela Ash

  When he was gone, Kristin flopped down on her bed and stretched out. She had her home and her life back. She grinned and rolled over and picked up her cell phone. Her next item on her agenda was telling the firm that they could shove their job. She was quitting and she never wanted to set foot in the building again.

  ***

  As the sun set that night, Kristin lay outside on her sun lounger and sipped a martini. In the space of a few days her world had been completely changed and although it was frightening to not have a plan or any clue where she was heading, it was also the most liberating feeling she had ever experienced.

  Her cell phone buzzed next to her and she picked it up. Locke was calling her.

  “Hello,” she smiled into it as she held it to her ear.

  “Hey, Babe,” Locke said with his deep, gruff voice. “I took care of that for you.”

  “I know,” she cooed, “I saw him go.”

  “He’s a piece of shit, you did the right thing.” She could tell he was smoking.

  “Thank you for your help,” she said.

  “Listen,” he exhaled and cleared his throat. “Seeing as you’re not my lawyer and there’s no conflict of interest… You want to get together tonight?”

  Inside, Kristin was doing summersaults. She clamped her hand over the mouthpiece as she smiled and tried not to explode with excitement.

  “Hmm,” she teased, “Well, I don’t know about that.”

  He stayed silent and exhaled again.

  “Of course I’d love to see you,” she said. “Why don’t I meet you somewhere?”

  “Meet me at Tuscan Motel,” he said, “I’ve been staying there.”

  “Okay,” she said, unsure. She knew that this could be a terrible idea, knowing how dangerous this guy could be and going to meet him somewhere alone… but she’d known him pretty much her entire life… surely he wouldn’t do anything to her?

  “See you soon,” he said and then the line went dead.

  Kristin downed the rest of her martini and got to her feet. She felt a little bit tipsy, but she knew that she was fine to drive. She giggled to herself as she thought that his bad boy persona was already rubbing off on her. She went upstairs to her room and pulled a black vest out of her closet and a pair of ripped jeans. She hadn’t worn anything like this in years, but somehow it felt right. She slipped into them and ruffed up her hair and applied some black eyeliner. Now she wouldn’t look out of place walking around somewhere like The Tuscan. It was a shabby motel on the outskirts of town that was well known for its biker scene. She took one last look at herself in the mirror and smiled. She always wanted to be this girl, and she was finally giving in to it.

  7.

  She took a cab. She didn’t want Locke to see her car and judge her. He had already seen her suited up and in full on lawyer mode and she didn’t want to freak him out. As the cab pulled up outside The Tuscan, she could see rows of motorcycles lined up out front, some with riders and some without. The men were big and burly, clad in leather, and covered in tattoos and chains. Kristin swallowed and ran her hands through her hair. She was really doing this. She was really going to go in there and see Locke.

  “Here you are,” the driver said as he turned and looked over his shoulder at her, “You sure this is the place you want?” He peeked over the top of his sunglasses.

  Kristin smiled like it was nothing and just said, “Yes,” before she handed the driver a twenty and climbed out of the back seat and out onto the dusty road.

  She looked around as the cab pulled off behind her and made its way back onto the highway. She felt cold and wrapped her arms around herself. She felt like all eyes were on her as she took a step towards the motel and then stopped and sat down on the curb. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed Locke.

  “I can see you,” he said as he answered. “Turn around.”

  Kristin got slowly to her feet and turned on her heel. There was a big group of men all looking in her direction, but she couldn’t see Locke’s face in the crowd.

  “Where are you?” she said into the phone.

  “Look up,” he said.

  She looked up to the second floor row of rooms and saw him instantly, standing in a doorway and leaning against the frame. His shirt was off and he was only wearing a dirtied pair of cargo pants. His amazing chest was on show, as were his rippling, tattoo-covered abs and his tanned skin that glistened with sweat.

  “You coming up?” he asked.

  Kristin smiled and hung up the phone. She took a step forward and then another, no longer noticing the gang of bikers leering at her. She made her way to the steps and climbed them, with her sights only set on one thing. She had to have him. He had never looked sexier, not in the entire time she had known him. Not even when they were younger and she used to watch him from her bedroom window as he lounged in the yard and worked out in his basement. Not even that day he had shouted out of the car for her to show him her pussy. There was something about him then, in that moment, that was driving her so wild she knew she wasn’t going to be able to keep her hands off him.

  She charged up the stairs and walked seductively towards him. He looked at her with intensity, like a predator. He was set to pounce on her at any moment. As she approached the door, she slowed her pace and waited for him to reach out for her. He licked his lips and lunged out, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her inside with him before he kicked the door shut and held onto her so tightly she thought he may snap her in half.

  His stubble grazed her shoulder and he kissed her so hard he seemed to suck all of the air out of her.

  “You’re here. Good girl,” he breathed, “Now what am I going to do with you?”

  Kristin didn’t respond. She wanted him to take her anyway he wanted. He spun her around and kissed the back of her neck while cupping her breasts and nibbling her, pulling at her nipples and slipping her top off over her head. She had purposefully not worn a bra and the feeling of him touching her was so incredible she was already wet and ready for him. She moaned as he pushed her forwards and she fell on the bed face first. He was behind her in a split second, pulling her jeans down and off around her ankles, hooking his rough hands into her lace panties and ripping them off in one swift motion. Kristin gasped as he separated her legs with his knees and climbed between them. He was still wearing his pants but she could feel how big and stiff he was inside them, and as he rubbed himself against her she felt the most exquisite rush of pleasure.

  “Do anything you want to me,” she panted as he lifted her up with one arm and moved her across the bed so he had better access to ravage her.

  Locke smiled and pulled his pants down, exposing his impressively thick and rock-hard length. He reached between her legs and slipped a huge finger inside of her. The sensation was amazing. It had been so long since someone she really wanted had touched her. His finger was slick with her juices instantly and when Locke realized how warm and wet she was, it made him harder. His dick jerked as she shuddered and writhed against him, moaning with pleasure. She let her hand wander down and she groped for him, wanting nothing more than to touch his member and have it inside her. As she wrapped her hand around him and tugged, he breathed in deeply and groaned. He was so engorged and throbbing, Kristin didn’t know how she was going to take him. She ran her other hand up his torso and touched the beautiful inked artwork on his amazing chest. He was like a human canvas.

  She had never been with a man who was that size before, both his dick and his frame. He was so huge, he could pin her down easily with one hand and dominate her in every way possible. She wanted to open up to him easily, but she knew her nerves would make her even tighter. She lay back and tried to relax as Locke groaned and moved between her legs so his massive length was positioned at her opening. He was unprotected but she didn’t care. She wanted to feel every part of him, and she wanted him to cum inside her. He looked at her deep in the eyes as he wrapped another hand around her throat and slowly and powerfully slid himself inside
her. He penetrated her inch by inch and opened her wider than she had ever been. Kristin gasped as the pleasure thundered through her and he thrust himself in and out, his intense heat filling her up as they became one. She felt weightless as he gripped onto her soft thighs and pounded into her. He still hadn’t shaved and the stubble on his chin and cheeks were even sharper and they nicked her skin as he kissed her. Kristin groaned as he pulled her onto him again and drove his cock into her. His arms were heavy and thick as he held onto her and his groans turned into grunts, getting louder and deeper.

  The more he was dominating her, the more the dangerous man she had seen at the police station came through. He was taking on another persona, his whole demeanor changing with the more pleasure he experienced. He was the most powerful man she had ever known. She was so into him, she was so turned on, she loved that he was bad and dangerous. She loved that he had kicked the shit out of Pete for her and was even intimidating to the local cops. She lay beneath him and opened herself up to him like a flower as his hot, hard dick pumped in and out of her, bringing her to the edge of the most intense release.

  Kristin gripped onto Locke and her whole body tensed up as he fucked her slowly. He was hitting her spot so hard and good she knew that she could not hold on any longer. She fell back in an explosive rush of pleasure, just as she felt Locke’s body tense and jerk and he pumped his hot seed right up inside her. He emptied his huge load into her tight pussy as her whole body spasmed. As she came, she bit onto his shoulder and Locke wrapped his hand around her throat and pulled her face to his so he could stare into her eyes. The power exuding from him was so impressive, she was frightened. She had never been at the mercy of someone so completely and she loved it. She knew now there was no other way she ever wanted it to be.

  ***

  She lay next to him as he panted in and out. His huge chest heaved up and down as he caught his breath and reached over and lit a cigarette. Kristin nuzzled into him and let her long hair fan out across his torso, mixing in with his ink. She traced her fingertip over an eagle.

  “Tell me about the murder charge,” she said quietly.

  “There’s nothing to tell,” he laughed. “I didn’t do anything.”

  “So why did they arrest you?”

  “Because they just want to cause shit for us,” he said, taking another drag.

  “Us?”

  “The club,” he blew smoke out through his nose. “But they can’t touch us, and they know it.”

  “I’ve heard stories,” she said. “Bad ones, about those types of gangs.”

  “They’re bad news if you’re on the wrong side of one, that’s for sure.”

  Kristin stopped touching him and leaned up on her elbow.

  “You’re on the right side, babe, don’t worry,” he winked at her.

  “You’re gonna look after me now right?” she asked seriously.

  “Of course I am,” he smiled and ran a hand through her hair. “This, right now, is all I ever really wanted. Now I’ve got it, I’m never letting it go.”

  Kristin leaned forward and kissed him, the taste of smoke making her wet all over again. She lay back down as he stood up and walked naked into the bathroom. She watched him turn on the shower and step inside. She still found it crazy to believe that the boy who she had lusted after all of her teenage life was now such an incredible man and she was there with him. She had essentially turned her life upside down for him and was prepared to turn her back on everything she had ever thought to be right and true. She thought back to Pete and to how dissatisfied she had been with him… He had done nothing but treat her like shit and make her question herself and her abilities, whereas Locke was the complete opposite. She thought about how different the two men were. Locke was supposedly dangerous and Pete was supposed to be the safe bet… but she knew now how wrong she had gotten it all.

  Locke came out of the shower with his hair wet and water dripping around his eyes. Kristin beckoned for him to come back to bed, and he grinned before walking slowly over to her and taking hold of her hand. He kissed it lightly and the stubble grazed her again. She smiled.

  “Ten years,” she said playfully, “I think we’ve got a lot of catching up to do, don’t you?”

  “Hell, yes, Babe,” Locke grinned as he took another step forward and dropped the towel…

  THE END

  What the Outlaw Claims

  Samantha Leal

  Copyright ©2016 by Samantha Leal. All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic of mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  1.

  Eve ran her fingertips lightly through her white blonde hair as she looked into the mirror and smiled. She was all dressed up, ready to hit the town, and even though tiredness bit at the back of her mind, subconsciously wanting to pull her towards her bed instead of to the front door of her apartment, she knew there was no way she was going to miss out on the party of the year.

  She stood and checked her reflection. Her supple, curvy figure looked exquisite in the tight, sequined black dress she had chosen two weeks before on a day out shopping with Cassandra, her best friend. The girls had spent hours trawling around the stores in the midst of holiday shoppers, determined to find something just right to help them see in the New Year and party with some of the most exciting people in the city.

  “You look awesome,” she told herself as she ran her hands down her waist and out over her round behind. “You’re a goddam Goddess.”

  One of Eve’s New Year’s resolutions was to tell herself every day how unique and powerful she was. She had spent most of her life quietly fading into the background, but she had decided that this was going to be her time to shine. She was twenty-five and in a good place with her life. She had her own apartment, she had a job in design that she enjoyed, and even if it didn’t pay the most amazing money in the world, at least she could get up every day and go there without hating the daily grind. She had a good set of friends, which although they were few, were loyal and fun to be with, and as the holidays had passed she realized the only thing truly missing from her life was a man, and she wasn’t about to let that ruin her self-esteem. No, she was going to take the figurative bull by the horns and give the New Year all she had. She was going to sparkle as she knew she could without feeling self-doubt, and the dress had been the first step. As she looked at the sequins shine and glisten under the light of her vanity mirror she knew that once she hit the club she would not only stand out in the crowd but also look the best she ever had, and now she couldn’t wait to get out there and shake her thing and bring in 2016 with a bang.

  She pouted and smoothed on some shocking pink lipstick before smiling at herself again and plumping up her already impressive cleavage.

  “Tonight is your night,” she coached herself. “This is the beginning of a new you.”

  She winked and picked up her purse before she slipped her feet into her sky high stilettos and headed down the hallway and out of the front door. She pulled on her warm faux fur coat and wrapped it tightly around herself before she locked the door behind her and made her way towards the elevator.

  As she waited for it to make its slow journey down to the ground floor, Eve checked her cell and sent a quick text to Cassandra telling her that she was on her way. The girls had arranged to meet outside of the venue, a big warehouse in a not very desirable part of town that had been overtaken for the night by a top fashion label that Cassandra worked for. They were turning the derelict space into a nightclub like no other. Cassandra had promised champagne on tap, ice sculptures, models, celebrities and rock stars and Eve had listened wide eyed as a world she could only dream of instantly came within her grasp.

  “Wow,” she had said. “This sounds amazing.”

  “And it will be,” Cassandra had grinned. “It’s the perfect way for us
to see in 2016 and get our new year started with a bang.”

  “Are you sure I can get in?” Eve had been skeptical. She had heard about parties like this and she knew that exclusive guest lists usually meant girls like her would be left out in the cold.

  “You’re my plus one, silly,” Cassandra had laughed. “I work for the label, we’re getting in, trust me.”

  As she stepped out into the cold winter night and luckily managed to hail a taxi, she just hoped that her friend was going to come good on her promise. She had been looking forward to this party for the best part of December, and now it was finally upon her, her nerves were mounting.

  Well, there’s no going back now, she thought as she slid into the warm backseat of the cab and sank down into the musty upholstery.

  She looked down at her text to Cassandra and saw that she had replied…

  C: Awesome, see you on the corner! X

  The cab pulled forward into the night and Eve smiled. She was on her way to the party of the year, and she was going to have the night of her life.

  2.

  The cab lurched forward and then slowed almost immediately. They had been stuck in traffic for almost twenty minutes and Eve was beginning to feel anxious. Up ahead, all she could see was the red glare of what could have been a thousand tail lights and the deafening sound of horns rang out on every side of her.

  “Is there no other way around?” she asked the cab driver who just shrugged and shook his head.

  She looked over her shoulder and at the line of cars mounting up behind them and knew that they were going nowhere fast. Whatever had happened up ahead, the traffic wasn’t moving and she was most certainly going to be late. She pulled out her cell and checked the GPS. With relief she realized that she was within walking distance if she braved it and went off the main road. She tapped the driver on the shoulder before thrusting twenty dollars into his palm.