by Penny Dee
Great. In the space of two minutes, I’d become the third wheel.
I glanced around the room looking for a familiar set of blue eyes and a head of dark hair. Across the room, a woman who looked like Cher in her “Turn Back Time” days was doing shots with an older man in a wheelchair and a tall bald man who looked like he’d stepped straight out of the Israeli army. He towered above them and had muscles. Muscles for miles.
Farther along in another booth, a formidable looking biker in dark sunglasses smoked a cigarette while talking to another biker who looked as out of place as I felt. Clean cut and with Coke-bottle glasses, he looked more like a singer from an 80’s boy band, although he did look cool and relaxed, his geeky image slightly tarnished by the Kings of Mayhem cut. In the booth over, two blonde girls laughed and flicked their hair, trying to get their attention.
Autumn and I followed Maverick to the bar. He and Autumn did a shot of tequila followed by a beer chaser, while I nursed a Coke.
“You want whisky in that?” Maverick asked.
I shook my head. “No, thanks. I’m good with just Coke.”
“You driving or somethin’?”
Again I shook my head. “Nope.”
He gave me a strange look, like me not drinking a beer was the weirdest thing in the world. But then he shrugged. “S’pose you’re not the only babe in here not drinking.” He nodded to a beautiful blonde girl who was heavily pregnant, standing across the room. She was with another biker in a Kings of Mayhem cut, and for a moment my heart stalled because he looked just like my one-night stand. Tall. Big. With mesmerizing blue eyes and tattoos down his arms. But it wasn’t him.
“Indy’s full of arms and legs,” Maverick said, taking a sip from his beer bottle.
“Who is that guy she’s with?” I asked.
“That’s Cade. He’s our VP. You know him?”
I shook my head. “No, he just reminds me of someone.”
“A King?”
“Yeah, I believe he is. I don’t know his name. But he looks like your VP.”
“Cade’s got two brothers, Chance and Caleb,” he said, glancing around the bar. “Chance is still deployed overseas, but Caleb is around here somewhere.”
Caleb.
The name played over in my head, and anticipation tingled in my stomach.
That was him. I was sure of it.
Caleb.
“Hey, Mav.” A girl wearing the smallest pair of Daisy Dukes leaned across the bar and tapped Maverick on the shoulder. “Can you give me a hand? I need one of the beer kegs from out of the back? We’re running low.”
“Sure, babe.” He put down his bottle of beer and looked at Autumn. “Don’t you run off, darlin’. I’ll be right back.”
We watched the big sexy biker walk off to help the girl from behind the bar, and Autumn nudged my shoulder. “I’ll be honest with you, Honey. I’m going to get me some of that tonight.”
That was my best friend. Straight to the point.
“Is that such a good idea?”
She gave me a very pointed look. “I haven’t had sex in months. Not since that loser from the PE department at school.”
“The one with the little dick?”
“No. That was Roger from the AV department. No, the PE guy was Joey. He was the one who wanted me to call him Daddy when he was fucking me from behind.”
Autumn didn’t have much luck with men. She also struggled with commitment. So the two together meant she had never had a long-term boyfriend.
“Don’t you worry about me,” she said, bringing her bottle of beer to her lips. “I’m a big girl. I’m going to get me some action tonight. And I’m getting it with him.”
Maverick walked back into the bar carrying a keg of beer. Massive biceps bulged and flexed as they worked hard, his rugged face barely showing any effort as he carried the keg and put it down behind the bar. Autumn gobbled him up with her eyes and licked her lips like she could hardly wait to put her mouth on him. Judging by the attraction crackling between them, they would be naked within the hour.
“But first, we’ve got to find your baby daddy,” she said. “You want to circulate the room?”
No.
I wanted to go home.
Because coming here was a crazy mistake.
I looked around suddenly nervous. Exactly what was I going to do when I finally came face to face with my one-night stand?
Hey, you’ll never guess what.
It’s the funniest story…
I took a sip of my Coke. I wasn’t ready to face him.
“I need to pee,” I said getting up from my stool. “Are you okay if I leave you for a bit?”
“If we get separated, you make sure you text me before you go anywhere,” she said as I began to walk away.
Before disappearing down a hallway toward the restrooms, I glanced over at Maverick. The bar girl had rewarded his help with another two shots of tequila and he slid one across the bar to Autumn. After they downed them, he pulled her into his chest and mashed his lips to hers. In return, she melted into him and kissed him hungrily.
I turned away and continued down a long hallway. The restroom was at the end. I pushed the door open and immediately stopped because leaning up against the wall was a beast of a man, his head dropped back in pleasure, his mouth slack, and his eyes squeezed together. On her knees in front of him was a girl with yellow hair. She had her hands on his thighs and her mouth full of his cock. It took me a moment to register what I was seeing. Unfortunately, my realization coincided with his orgasm, and I got to see him grab himself, give his cock a couple of frenzied pumps, and ejaculate all over her lips. Rooted to the spot, there was no time to make an escape before the girl rose to her feet and stormed over to where I stood in the doorway. She gave me a filthy look.
“There’s another restroom down the hallway,” she snapped, and then slammed the door in my face.
Right.
So that just happened.
If I didn’t feel like fleeing before, I definitely did now.
But before I could make my escape, I really needed to find another restroom first.
I glanced down the hallway to my right where the yellow-haired girl said there was a second restroom. It was a longer hallway than the first one, dimly lit with doorways leading off into what I assumed were bedrooms.
Thankfully—because my eyes were already bleeding—the bathroom was vacant. I turned on the light and quickly locked the door, taking the time to catch my thoughts and calm my nerves as I peed.
Okay. New plan. I would go find Caleb and I would just come out and say it. Hey. I’m pregnant. It’s yours. Thought you should know. Oh, and hey, my name is Honey.
And then we would work it all out like the grown adults we were.
I didn’t want anything from him. I was here only because I thought he deserved to know. It would be awkward. It would be a shock. But after tonight, it would be done and I could move forward and focus on the baby and how it was going to impact my life. I didn’t need a boyfriend, or to start anything with a man who was only ever meant to be a one-night stand, because now wasn’t the time to complicate an already unexpected situation.
Feeling more confident, I finished up and left the bathroom and started back down the hallway, but was stopped by a warm, familiar voice.
“Well, I’ll be goddamned, it is you,” it said. I swung around and there he was, Mr. One-Night Stand. Caleb. He was leaning against the door, his big arms folded across his wide chest, and his bright blue eyes glittering in the dim light. He was just as damn beautiful as he had been the night we met. My insides did a double flip, and every female part of me clenched and pulsed, and as if they had a mind of their own, my eyes drifted down the length of that hard body and stopped at the decorative belt buckle. Behind that belt buckle . . . ten inches of trouble.
My hand went to my belly.
“It’s you,” I breathed, momentarily caught in the blueness of his vibrant eyes.
He didn’
t move from the door, but he smiled, and boy, something wild unfurled inside of me.
“I woke up and I was alone,” he said, pushing off the door and walking toward me. “Thought you were a dream. Thought I had imagined you.”
He stopped in front of me and my skin rippled with goosebumps. He was tall and broad, and all kinds of handsome. My body began to buzz as soon as he was close.
“No. I’m real,” I said. Christ, how was I going to tell him I was knocked up when I could barely talk. “Right here, in the flesh.”
Something close to raw desire shimmered across his face, and my nipples turned so hard they could cut diamonds. I shifted uneasily on my feet. And suddenly, every part of me—every single cell, wanted him inside me.
He must’ve felt the same, because one minute we were standing there staring at one another, and the next we were attacking each other’s mouths and tearing at our clothes.
I couldn’t explain it. But I had never felt so aroused in my life. I was wet and throbbing, and all common sense left me the moment his lips touched mine.
Kissing me fiercely, he backed me against the wall and lifted me up in his arms. I wrapped my legs around him, and blindly reached for his zipper. He broke away and looked at me, those glittering baby blues searching my face for something. A sign. A pause. A yes. A no.
I gave him a yes when I drew his mouth back to mine and kissed him hard. He growled and pulled me off the wall, somehow opening the door behind us and walking us into a bedroom. While we continued to kiss ferociously, he kicked the door closed behind us and walked me over to the bed.
Tell him. Tell him now, before this insanity goes any further.
But then he pulled his shirt over his head, and holy hell, all I could see, think, and know, was the wall of abs in front of me.
Just for tonight. Let me enjoy him just for one more night.
I reached for his jeans, and a minute later, the man-god in front of me was rolling a condom over those magical ten inches and I was naked and throbbing on the bed. He walked toward me, his impressive erection tapping his belly as he approached. When he got to the end of the bed, I reached for him and pushed him down. I wasn’t sure what had come over me. I was all kinds of turned on, and it made me assertive and selfish. I straddled him, and without waiting, sank down on his cock with a long, drawn-out moan.
“That’s the girl I remember,” he growled in my ear as I rode him.
Lost in the grinding of my pelvis against his, I kissed him and he moaned against my lips, drawing my tongue into his mouth with his, kissing me hard.
I slowed my grinding. I was close. Only a few more rolls of my hips and I would fall apart on top of him. But I wanted to savor this for a moment longer. One last time.
Our orgasms hit at the same time. He grabbed my hip with one hand, holding me tight against him as he bucked into me, while his other hand held my face to his as he continued to kiss me hard.
He pressed his forehead to mine as he came. “Goddamn, you’re something . . .”
As my climax receded, I smiled. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
When I went to climb off, he stopped me. “Wait. Are you going to tell me your name?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. I’d forgotten we hadn’t exchanged them yet.
“Honey.” I smiled at him, and his cock pulsed inside me. “My name is Honey. What’s yours?”
“Caleb,” he replied. “Honey. Is that your real name?”
“No, it’s my stripper name.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “You’re a stripper?”
I chuckled. “No, I was joking. My real name is Honey. It’s on my birth certificate. But thank you for thinking I could pass as a stripper.”
Again, I moved to climb off him, but again he stopped me.
“You’re not running away again, are you?”
“No.”
“Good. Because the night is still young and I’ve got a lot more in store for you.”
HONEY
In the small bathroom off the bedroom I stared at my reflection in the mirror, slightly stunned at what I’d just done.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I whispered to myself.
I pressed my palm to my flat belly. I had to tell him that I was pregnant with his baby. I raised my chin. I would go out there and just say it. Just tell him that the condom had been faulty, and surprise, we made a baby together.
I checked my phone. There was a missed call and a couple of messages from Autumn.
Autumn: I’m taking Mav back to my place. Want a ride home?
Autumn: I take it you found your baby daddy. Or are you lost? Do I need to send for help?
Autumn: It’s been half an hour girlfriend. Where are you?
I quickly fired off a message to her.
Me: Ran into Caleb. Might be a while. You go.
She replied straight away.
Autumn: I’m taking Mav home to ravage his body.
Me: Of course you are. Don’t drive.
Autumn: I’m calling an Uber.
Autumn: Have you told him yet?
Me: I’m working up the nerve.
Autumn: For the last half an hour?
Me: Not exactly.
Autumn: Stop playing with his giant penis and go tell him.
I flicked off the light and walked back into the room. Caleb looked up from the pillows and smiled, his white teeth gleaming in the dim light. Outside the room, Avenged Sevenfold’s “Save Me” filled the clubhouse, and laughter floated in through the walls.
I sat down on the bed next to him and leaned down to find my skirt.
“Hey,” he said, his voice deep and raspy. “Where are you going?”
I couldn’t look at him because I would probably have sex with him again if I did, judging by my recent behavior. What I needed to do was get my clothes on so I wasn’t so naked and exposed when I told him about the baby.
“I need to get dressed,” I said.
“I beg to differ. I much prefer you naked.”
I shook my head as I smiled and reached for my skirt on the floor.
“I thought you said you weren’t running away.”
“I know but . . . it’s just . . . I should go.”
“Brutal,” he said with a hint of amusement in his gloriously raspy voice.
I finally looked at him over my shoulder “What do you mean?”
He sat up and his stomach rippled with the deep grooves of his abdominals. “I get the feeling that you like to fuck and run,” he said, moving behind me and dragging my hair over one shoulder. Pleasure tingled across my skin. “But I’m the type of guy who likes to take his time.”
He bent down and kissed the back of my neck and my eyes closed at the touch of his lips against my skin. I trembled, the core of me melting at his touch. A delicious pulse took up between my thighs, and my nipples hardened. I shivered and turned around, and captured his mouth with mine. We both moaned as the air around us crackled with sexual excitement. This was going to happen again. His lips slanted against mine and he tugged me to him, gently guiding me down to the pillows and climbing onto me. Slowly, he began to make love to me again. This time taking his time to enjoy my body. He flooded my skin with kisses, gave me an orgasm with his tongue, and then another one by driving slowly and purposely into me with deep, hard strokes.
Much later, as our breathing stilled and our bodies sank spent into the mattress, he pulled me to his chest. Lulled by the rhythmic beat of his heart, my eyes felt heavy and I closed them, just for a moment.
When I opened my eyes, sunlight was peeping in through a break in the curtains and a stillness had settled throughout the clubhouse. I looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
Oh hell.
It was 7:25 AM. And I had spent the whole night.
I tried to move but Caleb had me secured to his chest with one big arm. As soon as I tried to shift it off me, he stirred.
“Always trying to run away,” he murmured sleepily into my ear. He til
ted his hips toward me so I felt his naked erection against my ass cheek. His breath left him in a soft whisper as he began to rock his cock against me.
“I didn’t mean to stay,” I whispered.
He pressed his lips to my jaw, leading a small trail of kisses to my ear while his hand slid across my belly. “I’m pleased that you did.”
I felt him pull away for a moment. Heard the rustle of foil. Felt the mattress move as he moved. Smelled latex.
Not waiting for my response, he flipped me on my back and slid into me with one lazy, sleepy stroke. I was still sore from all the lovemaking, but his size and the fullness of him was the perfect elixir. I was slick and he groaned deeply in my ear as he sank farther into me. He kept his face buried in the crook of my neck and my head caged between two big biceps. His breath was hot against my cheek, his moans heavy and desperate as he ground farther and farther into me.
When we came, we came together in a sleepy, hazy moment that left our bodies warm and slick, and our pulse beating rapidly in song with one another.
As he waited for his breathing to calm, I took a moment to marvel in the bulk of the man lying on top of me. My fingers slid across golden skin colored with a collage of intricate pictures, symbols, and words. My palm curved around strong deltoid muscles that were well-rounded and powerful. He was big. Strong. Lethal. And probably not interested in being the father of my baby.
The thought made me shift uneasily beneath him. I had to get out of there. I needed to be alone to collect my thoughts and find my senses. I wiggled, and Caleb rolled off me. I thought he would let me go, but he didn’t. Instead, he turned my face toward him and kissed me hard on the mouth.
But I was leaving.
I sat up and began looking for my panties on the floor. Finding them wedged under the corner of the bed, I slipped them on and began hunting for my skirt…again.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I have to go.”
“Why are you always running away from me?” he questioned, an amused sparkle in his eyes. “Will I see you again?”
I paused and looked at him over my shoulder. “Do you want to?”