Biker Baby (The Kings of Mayhem MC Book 3)

by Penny Dee

  So I grabbed her by the hips and drove into her from behind. And when I closed my eyes I let my mind roll back to the beautiful brunette.

  The sweetest sensation began to swell in the base of my belly as it all came back to me. Her tight little body. Her big boobs. Those big, blue eyes warm with lust. The way she gripped the bedsheet when I made her come, time and time again. Oh yeah. That girl was something alright. And don’t get me started on how good it felt to watch her wrap those plump lips around the head of my cock. The memory swirled in me and pleasure surged through me, exploding from me and making me come. I gripped onto the blonde’s ass and pumped hard into her until there was nothing left to give her.

  The regret was immediate. She whimpered when I pulled out and gave me a pout over her shoulder. “I want more,” she purred.

  But I was already pulling up my jeans. I removed the condom, wrapped it in a paper towel and disposed of it, while she stayed on the bed.

  “Ohhh,” she moaned as she sat up. “I can still feel how big you were.”

  Ice ran through my veins. I felt numb. But I wasn’t a total dick, so I gave her a wink and a forced smile. “Pleased I could satisfy, sweetheart.”

  But my attention only inspired her to ask what I couldn’t give her.

  “Can I have a kiss?” she asked, starting to realize our time was up. “Even if it is a kiss goodbye.”

  “I don’t kiss, baby.”

  Which was normally true. Except, I had kissed that dark-haired beauty with no name. In fact, I had spent the entire night kissing her and losing myself in the magical sensation of those lips against mine.

  I don’t remember why I kissed her, only that I really wanted to.

  And if we ever crossed paths, I’d do it all over again.

  HONEY

  Fuck.

  Two pink lines.

  How the fucking hell had this happened? When I had sex, I had sex with a condom, so how the hell did I end up in my mid-twenties, knocked up by a guy whose name I didn’t know.

  I held up the pregnancy test and checked it again. Yep. Still pregnant.

  I threw the test into the sink next to the other two tests.

  A knock on the bathroom door made me jump.

  “Are you in there?” It was my best friend Autumn. After peeing on a stick, I had texted her and asked her to come over. “Or have you been kidnapped?”

  I cracked the door open so she could only see an inch worth of my face.

  “You’re hiding. Why are you hiding?” she asked.

  “Is Amy home?”

  Amy was my roommate.

  “No?” Autumn frowned. “What’s going on? Why are you hiding from your roomie?”

  I opened the door wider and stepped out.

  “Because I don’t want her to witness the emotional meltdown I’m about to have.”

  Selfish and self-centered, Amy wasn’t the supportive type. Somehow my positive pregnancy tests would be all about her.

  “You’re about to have an emotional meltdown?” Autumn looked even more confused. She folded her arms across her huge boobs and gave me her teacher scowl, like I was one of her fifth graders. “Aright, Honey Bee Scott, what the hell is going on? When you messaged me and asked me to drop by on my lunch break, I thought you must be sick. And just as well, I have a key, Honey, because I was knocking on the door for a full five minutes! Now, for the love of God, what the fucking hell is going on?”

  I steadied myself against the door. “I’m pregnant.”

  All the oxygen seemed to leave the room. Vanquished by the P word.

  Autumn cocked an eyebrow. “That stopped being funny when we turned twenty-one. What’s really going on?”

  I didn’t argue. I took the three pregnancy tests out of the sink and showed her. She avoided touching them by leaning in and looking at the little window on the top of each test. Two pink lines.

  She looked up at me. “You’re pregnant!”

  “Yes, and I have six pink lines to prove it.”

  My best friend exhaled deeply. “Fucking hell.”

  “I know, right?”

  I threw the tests back into the sink and stomped out to the family room where I flopped down onto the couch. I grabbed hold of my DO WHAT YOU LOVE EVERY DAY pillow and hugged it to me.

  Autumn sat next to me. “It’s going to be okay.”

  I looked at her. “I’m pregnant, Autumn. How on Earth is that ever going to be okay?”

  “Is it Charlie’s?”

  “No. We didn’t have sex after my last period, which was only a few days before I caught Charlie getting his dick sucked by his Amazonian girlfriend.” I huffed out a deep breath of the disappointment I always felt when I thought about him having another girlfriend. “I mean, maybe it’s a possibility, I don’t know. But I don’t think so.”

  “So Mr. No Name is the daddy?”

  “When you put it like that, it sounds even worse.”

  But she was right. I didn’t even know the name of my one-night stand.

  All I knew was that he was a member of the Kings of Mayhem motorcycle club, and that he had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen.

  And the biggest cock I’d ever fucked.

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I’ll make an appointment to see Doctor Perry this afternoon. Find out how far along I am. My night of debauchery was just over nine weeks ago. The last time I had sex with Charlie was almost twelve weeks ago.”

  “If it’s Charlie’s?”

  “I’ll tell him.”

  “And if it’s ol’ blue eyes?”

  I sighed and hugged my pillow tighter. “I don’t know.”

  “Either way, you’re keeping it?”

  I looked at her over my pillow. “Yes.”

  She exhaled deeply, but then smiled. “Well, then. Let’s go find out who your baby daddy is.”

  “Are you ready?” Autumn asked.

  I was about to find out if my baby was going to have Charlie’s brown eyes, or the blue eyes of my one-night stand. I was on the bed, waiting for the doctor as she prepared the ultrasound, and drew in a deep breath. My heart was a drum in my chest. I was at a crossroad. A big fucking crossroad. And the outcome of this sonogram was going to decide what road I was going to go down. I glanced nervously at Autumn. She squeezed my hand and gave me one of her comforting smiles.

  “Right, here we go,” Dr. Perry said as he squirted a cold lube on my flat belly and began rubbing it around with a transducer. Within seconds, the boom-boom of a heartbeat filled the small treatment room.

  “Is that my baby?”

  It was a totally lame question.

  But Dr. Perry smiled. “It sure is. And it sounds like a strong heartbeat.” Totally unexpectedly, tears stung at my eyes. I looked at Autumn, who grinned back at me. That was my baby’s heartbeat. All of a sudden it was all very real. I had a tiny little human growing in my belly.

  “Can you tell how far along I am?” I asked.

  “Absolutely.” Dr. Perry leaned over to press a key on the ultrasound. “You are exactly nine weeks and two days along.”

  My heart launched itself into my throat.

  Mr. Blue Eyes was the father.

  My baby wasn’t going to have brown eyes after all.

  Sorry, Charlie.

  I wasn’t really sorry. Truth be known, I felt relieved. Charlie and his lying, douchey ways were now firmly rooted in my past. Having a child by him would tie me to his cheating ass for the rest of my life, but I didn’t have to worry about that now. I exhaled as the weight of anxiety left my body. I was free of him forever.

  “So, what’s the game plan?” Autumn asked later as we sat in a booth at our local Starbucks afterwards.

  I shrugged. “I grow a baby and work it out as I go along.”

  “What about the baby’s father? Mr. No Name?”

  “Do I have to tell him?”

  “Um, yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because, he is going to be a father.”
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  “Now there’s an awkward conversation,” I said, staring into my double-shot skinny chai latte.

  “He has a right to know. But at the end of the day, it’s your choice. You don’t have to make all these decisions today.”

  “Yeah, but we don’t know each other. I don’t know if he wants kids. Hell, I don’t even know his name.”

  “Then we find out his name.”

  “How?”

  “We go down to the clubhouse and find him.”

  “Just like that?”

  Autumn leaned forward and grinned. “Just. Like. That.”

  HONEY

  “Remind me again, why are we here?” Autumn asked.

  “I’m about to go and tell some biker that I am pregnant with his child,” I replied.

  “Oh, that’s right. But remind me why we are still sitting in my car, parked on the curb outside of the Kings of Mayhem clubhouse.”

  “These things take time,” I said, my throat as rough as sandpaper. I sucked down the rest of the contents in my water bottle and stared out the window at the clubhouse down the street.

  “Can we speed it up a little? We’ve already been sitting here for twenty minutes.”

  “I’m waiting for the right moment.”

  “Well, if the right moment doesn’t show up in the next five minutes, I’m going in there myself.”

  “You can’t just go in there. They don’t let just anyone through that hallowed threshold.” I nodded toward the six-foot gate that was being rolled open by a guy in a Kings of Mayhem cut. A catering truck pulled up and drove in, followed by two guys on Harleys. For a moment, I thought one of them was my one-night stand, and without thinking, I ducked down.

  Autumn looked at me like I was crazy. “What are you doing?”

  “I think that’s him.”

  “How can you tell? He’s like ten yards away.” Autumn took a bite of the red licorice she had been sucking on for the last ten minutes. “Plus, isn’t that a good thing? Now we can go in and get this over and done with.”

  “I don’t think that is a good idea,” I whispered.

  “Why the hell are you whispering?” She turned to me and raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me. “Being pregnant is making you a Class-A psycho, did you know that?”

  “Yes,” I whispered loudly. “I do know that.”

  She dropped the eyebrow, but gave me a pointed look. “That’s it, I’m going in there.”

  She undid her seatbelt but I grabbed her wrist. “You can’t.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong.” She shook me off and opened the car door. “And if you don’t want me asking a room full of bikers who has the ten-inch cock, then you’d better come with me.”

  She wasn’t kidding. Autumn wasn’t the shy type. She’d stand on a table and ask the entire clubhouse who was packing that much manhood in their jeans, and not bat an eyelid doing it.

  “Please, let’s just go home and forget about it,” I pleaded.

  “No.”

  “I’ll bake you treats for a month.”

  “No.”

  “I’ll make you those mini cakes with the marshmallow frosting and jam centers that you like. Or those lava cakes with the chocolate ganache.”

  “No and no.” She climbed out of the car and closed the car door, flipping her long, auburn hair over her shoulders as she started to walk away.

  Hell.

  I had to stop her from going in there and doing something stupid. Like asking a room full of bikers who had the ten-inch cock. I climbed out of the car and jogged to catch up with her.

  “Glad you decided to join me,” she said with a smug little smirk.

  “I hate you right now.”

  “Ouch. That really hurt. You’re right, we should go home.”

  “Really?”

  “No.”

  I huffed out a deep breath of air and resigned myself that this was about to happen whether I wanted it to or not.

  We got to the huge gate just as a guy in a Kings of Mayhem cut was closing it.

  “Wait!” Autumn called out to him.

  The guy stopped and looked over. He gave us both the once over and grinned. He reminded me of the lead singer of the band who sang that 90’s hit, Epic. He had dark hair, dark eyes, cheekbones most women would kill for, and a jawline that belonged on Vogue. When he moved, I could see he was wearing a Star Wars shirt under his cut.

  “Well, hey there, ladies, what can I do for you?”

  “Is this the Kings of Mayhem clubhouse?” Autumn asked, even though it was quite obvious it was. She gave him her best fuck-me eyes, which he fully appreciated.

  “Sure is, sweetheart. Someone expecting you?”

  “Well . . .”

  “Because you can’t come in here without an invite, darlin’, not tonight. We’re having a welcome home party for one of the guys. So it’s invite only.”

  Autumn licked her lips and batted her long lashes at him. “Of course we’re invited. We’re part of the entertainment.”

  My eyes widened.

  We’re part of the what?

  The biker gave us another appraising look. His eyes swept up and down the length of me, and inwardly, I groaned. There was no way I could pass for any kind of entertainment. Autumn, yes. Especially in those capri pants and tight, tailored shirt. But me, no. I had on my high-support panties under my skirt, the ones I usually saved for when I had my period and felt bloated and angry.

  “If you’re the entertainment, where are your costumes?” the biker asked.

  “Costumes?” Autumn asked, confused.

  “You know, the ones you wear on stage?”

  “Ah, yes . . . our . . . costumes. We’re already wearing them. They’re real small, if you know what I mean.”

  He grinned. And again, his eyes did a full sweep of Autumn’s body. “Well, goddamn!”

  “Wait til you see us . . . entertain.”

  I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed thickly. His eyes glittered over to me.

  “You two ladies do a double act?” he asked.

  Autumn winked at him. “Tonight, just might be your lucky night, baby. We might do that just for you.” She was convincing. While I, on the other hand, just stood there like a deer in headlights. There was no way I could pass as the entertainment.

  But apparently, the biker felt differently because he grinned and opened the gate wider. “Welcome to hell, ladies.”

  We entered the compound and when he was out of earshot, I stopped my best friend. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”

  “Again with the whispering. Who are you, a special agent?”

  “No, I’m the entertainment, apparently!”

  She waved me off. “It got us in here, didn’t it?”

  Before I could answer, another biker approached us. He looked like James Hetfield, circa “Enter Sandman.” His hair was long and his handlebar mustache and goatee were epic.

  “Vader said you were the entertainment,” Fake James Hetfield said. “Rang through and told me to show you inside. Said to tell the hot redhead to make sure she saves him that last dance.”

  Autumn grinned at him. “Sure thing, baby.”

  He smiled, revealing a mouthful of pearly whites.

  From where I was standing, I could catch a glimpse inside the room. There was a long bar with all the trimmings, and leaning up against it were five bikers, all in Kings of Mayhem cuts. Over the sound of Eric Clapton’s “Cocaine,” I could hear the sounds of a game of pool.

  Two women in very tight jeans, boots, and tight t-shirts walked past us, barely glancing in our direction. They exuded authority. Biker-chick authority. I glanced down at my modest skirt and pink Chucks. I didn’t belong here. This was my baby daddy’s world, and it couldn’t feel more foreign to me.

  “Come on, Honey,” Autumn smiled, taking my hand.

  Fake James Hetfield looked me up and down, and gave me an appreciative wink. “Hey, baby.”

  I just shook my head at
him and let Autumn lead me into the clubhouse.

  Inside, the smell of cigarette smoke, weed, and alcohol hit me in the face. Normally, I had a real good sense of smell, but being pregnant amplified it. I had to exhale deeply to steady my nerves and try not to throw up.

  Autumn stopped walking and scanned the room.

  “Right, where is Mr. Blue Eyes?”

  I looked around the large room. Besides the long, polished-timber bar, there were red leather booths, pool tables, and two stripper poles. On one of the poles, a girl with long purple hair and tattoos up both arms, twirled solemnly along to the last few seconds of Eric Clapton. When “Cocaine” switched to Inglorious’ “Where Are You Now,” another girl joined her. This one had short blonde hair and not a tattoo in sight. I watched, slightly intrigued by their talent as they twirled and slid up and down the pole. It was a definite skill. They were strong women. Sexy. Their core strength was phenomenal. I placed my hand over my flat belly. Today I was twelve weeks pregnant. My core strength had been invaded by a stranger’s baby.

  “Hey there,” came a smooth, manly voice behind us. Autumn and I swung around and had to tilt our heads back to look up at the origin of the voice. Standing in front of us was a tall, godlike man who made Jason Momoa look small. With long, messy hair, and muscles for miles, he was as formidable as he was good looking. He wore a Kings of Mayhem cut over a plain black t-shirt that strained against his broad chest, and had arms the size of my thighs. Autumn’s eyes lit up, and her tongue slid along her already glossy lips as she took him in.

  And there was a lot to take in.

  “Well, hey there, yourself,” she said, offering him her most flirtatious grin.

  “I haven’t seen you ladies here before. Can I offer you a drink?” he asked, his attention firmly fixed on my best friend.

  I shook my head, but by the look on Autumn’s face, she was going to accept the drink and whatever else he was offering.

  “Name’s Maverick,” he said, offering her his hand. She took it and their eyes remained glued to each other as he slowly raised it to his lips. Lust sparkled in the space around us.