by Sky Winters
“Want me to keep going?” he asked, his voice a purr.
“I could have you do that all day,” she said, her breasts rising and falling with each breath.
“Then you should let me,” he said with a smile.
“No,” she said. “I want to ride you.”
“You sure?” he asked.
Tessa rolled her eyes playfully. Ever since the two of them found out she was pregnant, Atticus wasted no time in slipping into the role of overprotective father.
“I think the babies can handle it,” she said with a sly grin.
Atticus let out a quick laugh.
“That’s right, if they’re like their mother, they can handle anything.”
Not wanting to say another word, Tessa pulled Atticus up and gently pushed him onto his back. She spread her legs as she climbed up on top him, a smile on her face as she slowly descended, taking his cock into her inch by inch.
Tessa sighed as he was fully sheathed into her, and as soon as he was, she placed her hands on his rock-hard chest, supporting herself as she moved up and down on top of him.
She rode him gently at first, slowly. They’d made love dozens, if not hundreds of times over the last few months, but she still found herself needing to take him slowly at first- his cock was simply too large to just jump right on top of. But once he was inside of her, the slickness of her pussy allowing him to slide in perfectly, she began to ride him harder and harder still.
After a few minutes, Tessa was bouncing up and down on top of him with wild abandon. She listened to the soft, wet sound of his cock plunging into her over and over, taking sweet pleasure at the feeling of driving him into her time and time again. Atticus’s hands rested on her hips at first, but over time traveled up to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he played with her nipples, a feeling of sensual, electrical pleasure running through her body as he stimulated her. She looked down at his face, his gorgeous, masculine features twisted into an expression of erotic agony as she rode him.
Her orgasm came quickly, almost without warning. Tessa screamed and moaned as she came, her body snapping back, her breasts shaking as convulsions of pleasure rocked her. Then, with a low moan, Atticus came, his cock emptying into her, filling her pussy with his hot seed. Tessa let out several more moans, her body completely in the grip of the orgasm.
But soon, it faded, and she collapsed on top of Atticus, her face pressed against his sweaty, sculpted chest.
Minutes passed, the two of them saying nothing, only taking in slow draws of air as they lay together.
Finally, after ten minutes or so had passed, Atticus spoke.
“I think it’s time to get up,” he said, looking at the clock next to the bed.
“So soon?” asked Tessa, her voice disappointed. “I think I have another round in me.”
“I think I have another three rounds in me,” said Atticus, sliding out from under Tessa and sitting up. “But I happened to see Clyde and Sarah putting up some decorations in the living room and I don’t think we should keep them waiting.”
“Oh, a party?”
“Something like that.”
Atticus started off for the shower, but stopped mid-step, as if remembering something.
“I love you,” he said, kissing Tessa on her forehead.
“I love you, too,” she responded, her mouth wide with a smile.
Tessa and Atticus took a quick shower together, getting dressed after they were done. After she put on her clothes, Tessa took the beautiful ring that Atticus had proposed to her with from the nightstand and slipped it onto her finger, a warm feeling rushing through her, a reminder of the joy she felt when he proposed to her months ago.
After the night when Atticus rescued her from Lucas, she felt that everything happened so fast. Within weeks, the leaderless meth gang fragmented, their members melting away, leaving nothing but a small group of a few dozen stragglers that the local law enforcement were able to put behind bars with all due speed. The meth blight that came so close to swallowing the communities near Bear Mountain whole was now gone, and things started to return to normal. And once the rebuilding went on, it seemed that Branlen might be even stronger that it was before.
Tessa and Atticus were married in a wonderful ceremony attended by nearly all of the town of Branlen (though the bear secret of the pack was kept under wraps.) The event was a joyful one, not only because of the joining of Tessa and Atticus but because the marrying of the elder brother meant that the rest of the pack could now choose mates. Indeed, within weeks, nearly every man in the pack had found a mate.
That and the new women of the pack took residence with their men in the ever-growing Swift Compound, which was now resembling a small village. Soon after the flurry of marriages, the new women began to show signs of carrying the next generation of bear shifters, their bellies round and full with the promise of new life for the pack.
Tessa was the first among them, of course. Soon after she and Atticus were married, Tessa began to sense that there was something different about her. One doctor’s appointment later they learned, to their joy, that not only was Tessa pregnant, but she was pregnant with twins- a boy and a girl. Atticus explained to her that this was the greatest omen that they could hope for: the boy would grow to be the next Alpha after Atticus, and the girl would lead the women of the tribe. He told it was a sign that the pack would grow even stronger than ever before. Tessa took the news in stunned silence, a happiness that she’d never thought possible filling her, tears welling in her eyes.
Dressed and ready, Atticus and Tessa headed down to the living room, which was covered with all manner of baby-related decorations. Every member of the pack was there, the men and the woman.
“Surprise!” the pack shouted out as Tessa and Atticus descended the stairs.
Warmth filled Tessa as she looked over the pack, all of their faces lit with happiness and joy.
“We never got a chance to congratulate you officially on the baby, so we figured that now was as good a time as any,” said Clyde, his pretty, stout wife at his side, her blonde hair parted in the middle, her eyes twinkling with the sort of glimmer that a mother-to-be had.
“Though, perhaps this would be a good time to celebrate all of the babies of the new tribe,” said Ian, his slim, ethereally beautiful wife seated next to him, her hand on her burgeoning baby bump.
“Why not a celebration for everyone?” asked Roland, his own pregnant wife at his side, a handsome-faced, sharply dressed beauty.
Atticus looked over at Tessa and saw that her eyes were welling with tears. With a smile, he realized she wouldn’t be speaking anytime soon for fear of bursting into joyful sobs.
“That sounds wonderful to me,” said Atticus, slipping an arm around Tessa as he raised a glass of sparkling wine taken from a nearby tray.
“To the pack!” he said, raising his glass.
“To the pack!” the rest of the pack responded in unison.
Tessa smiled as the party commenced, her head on Atticus’s shoulder, her hand on her belly. She didn’t know what the future would bring. Atticus assured her there would be challenges to come, that the life of a shifter pack was anything but boring. But she knew with this man, her love, at her side, they’d be able to take on anything, together.
THE END
MC Biker Romance
Daddy Biker
Chapter 1
“Look out, Jake!”
Jake dodged out of the way just in time to avoid the bullet heading for him. He could feel the air graze past his face. Jake rolled on the ground and searched for the shooter, grateful that despite being in his early forties, his body was still as fit as it had been when he was a teenager. The only change had been the density of his muscles. Now that they were broader and had filled out with age, women liked to tell him how handsome he was. It never hurt his ego to hear that.
“Fuck, that was close. You all right?”
Jake had been distracted by the vibration of his cell phone in the breast po
cket of his vest. It had nearly cost his life. A flash of worry flooded him: it could be about his kids. However, he didn’t have time to answer Tommy’s question or the phone. Jake suddenly saw the man with the gun. He was dressed in black and took off across the docks, heading for a speedboat.
“Get him!” Jake growled, launching himself toward the man. Tommy had no choice but to follow, and the two of them sped across the shipyard after the man.
The shooter was too preoccupied with escape to shoot the gun again. It would be foolish to draw more attention to himself in broad daylight. Jake pulled his own gun from its holster, and shot a look at Tommy. Tommy nodded and followed suit.
“Stop before we pump you full of lead!” Tommy shouted. Jake cringed. Just because they were part of an MC, Tommy liked to pretend he was the greatest gangster of them all. He took all of his one-liners from old mob movies, and frankly it got on Jake’s nerves.
The shooter froze and glanced over his shoulder, only to find that he was outnumbered.
“Stay the hell away from me or I’m throwing the bag into the water!” the man shouted.
Jake frowned, unperturbed by the man’s threat, and signaled for Tommy to fire. Tommy did so gleefully, and the man fell forward onto his face, dropping the bag onto the wooden planks of the dock.
“Get that, will you?” Jake asked, pulling his cell phone from the vest. His heart leapt when he saw that it was his house number. He dialed it quickly. It rang a few too many times for Jake’s comfort before a small, soft voice answered.
“Hello?” Jake demanded.
“Hi daddy,” Jake’s five-year-old daughter answered. “JJ has a boo-boo!”
Jake’s stomach dropped. He knew he shouldn’t have left his kids home alone, even just for a few hours. He had a horrible feeling about it.
“Where is JJ now, Mary?”
“He’s crying on the ground.”
“On the ground?!”
“He fell out of the treehouse!”
“I told you guys not to go up there while I was gone!” Jake exclaimed.
“JJ forgot something and wanted to show me!”
“I need you to stay right there, all right honey? Daddy’s going to call 911. I want you to show them where JJ is, all right?”
“Sure, daddy!” Mary said cheerfully.
“Thank you honey, I’ll be home soon,” Jake said, hanging up the phone and turning to Tommy. “I need you to get me home. Now.”
Tommy seemed to sense the panic in Jake’s voice and ran toward the car as Jake dialed the rescue squad. Tommy didn’t bother to adhere to the speed limits as they drove through town toward Jake’s house. Jake was the vice president of the Motorcycle Club. Everybody knew better than to get on their case. They were outside the law, for the most part. The MC was powerful.
Tommy was the last person he wanted to be with in a crisis. All Tommy did was talk to hear himself talk, and he seemed to talk even more when things were tense. “So how about that Michelle chick, eh?” Tommy asked, glancing at Jake with a lewd smile on his face. “Is she something or what?”
“She’s half our age, Tommy,” Jake sighed. But the truth was that he had noticed Michelle- on many occasions. Her legs went on for miles, and her face was the perfect combination of sexy and sweet. She hadn’t been hardened yet, like the rest of the people Jake spent his time with. And those eyes! He would kill to have a few moments alone with her, just to ask her what she was thinking about that made her eyes glitter the way they did.
“Still, man! She’s like movie-star hot!”
“Whether she is or not, she’s Kent’s daughter. What would he do to you if he knew you were talking about her like that?”
Tommy sobered at the thought of the MC’s president finding out what he was saying, and Jake couldn’t help but smile grimly.
“I won’t tell, Tommy,” he promised.
They finally reached the street where Jake’s house was and his heart hammered in his chest. Red lights were flashing and there were several cars parked outside. It looked like the whole goddamn neighborhood was there. Was his son all right?
“Shit, what happened here, Jakey?” Tommy said. He let out a low whistle as an ambulance and a police car sped away, and two police cars stayed behind.
“Are you the parent for this household?” the first officer asked when the men got out of the car. “What’s your name?”
“If you don’t mind, this is Jake fuckin’ Desmond, all right?! Vice president of the Pythons. Or haven’t you heard? And he’d really like to go and see if his son is all right,” Tommy said, stepping a little too close to the officer.
“Gentlemen, that will be enough,” the second officer said, stepping between Tommy and the cop. “There was a little trouble here and it just seems that under most circumstances, negligence like this could lead to some serious issues. These are both really young kids, you know. We just don’t want to see anything happen to them.”
Jake felt sick. If his wife were still alive, none of this would be happening. Or maybe if his hours at the MC weren’t so god damn demanding and unpredictable. Either way, something had to change. He had known it for a while now. But what?
“I understand officer, and thank you for the concern,” Jake said, mustering as much of his calmness as he could. He hated the cops of Henderson county, but he was grateful that somebody had been able to be there to comfort his kids until he arrived. “Where is Mary?”
“She’s in the ambulance with her brother. They were both pretty excited about the ride. One of the paramedics is looking after her.”
“Thanks,” Jake grumbled. “I’d like to head to the hospital now.”
“All right,” the officer said, sticking his notebook back in his pocket. “But I just want you to know that if this were anybody else, you’d have some reckless endangerment charges on your hands. We’re going to let you off with a warning though. Go be with your kids. And hire a babysitter or something next time, would you?”
Jake glowered, but he couldn’t say anything. The officer wasn’t wrong. He had been being a bad parent. He was going to need to have a talk with his boss about this. He nodded at the officer and Tommy took him by the arm back to the car. Nobody in the MC could stand the do-gooder cops here, but it was even worse when they had a point.
Jake and Tommy headed to the hospital and Jake stared out the window darkly. Something had to give. He just had to figure out how.
Chapter 2
“Michelle, I need you to bring us some coffee.”
Kent, the President of the Python MC and Michelle’s father, poked his head out of his office to look her sternly in the eye.
“Fine,” Michelle sighed.
One would think that being the daughter of the MC’s president would be an enviable position, but the reality was that she hated waiting on bikers left and right. She couldn’t see herself ever enjoying the company of such brutish men, and it made her miserable to feel obligated to serve them just because she was the president’s daughter.
She felt trapped there and longed for better things, like a college education and a smart, sophisticated boyfriend. But her father always had a way of driving away her dreams and getting her to do his bidding. She couldn’t help but do as he asked, because she loved him deeply. Dealing with the MC was the only way she ever got to spend any time with him.
Outside the MC, her father never had time for her. When he did, it was just to ask her to do things for him. But she was almost 22. Wasn’t it time for her to pave her own way? What would she do for the rest of her life? Serve coffee and beer to angry bikers?
Michelle grabbed a few cups and put them on a tray with a full coffee pot. She didn’t know how many people were in the office this time. Her father was a very popular man.
“It’s just that my kids need someone there with them and I can’t always find someone on such short notice!”
Michelle stopped in her tracks. She would know that voice anywhere. It was Jacob Desmond, her father’s secon
d in command. He had been around since she was a kid. She remembered really liking him the first time she saw him, but she lost interest after seeing his temper rear its ugly head. Jake was a scary man- the epitome of everything she hated about the Motorcycle Club.
To make matters worse, she was pretty sure he was involved in some hard drug pushing. Everyone swore that Jake had nothing to do with it, but Jake’s wife overdosed on heroin and died just a few years ago. It had worn Jake down, you could tell by his eyes, but he was still just as rowdy as ever. But now he came and went, and Michelle’s father was often complaining about how unreliable Jake had become. It made perfect sense to Michelle though, if Jake was a heroin addict like his wife had been.
“Here’s your coffee,” Michelle said loudly before walking into the room. She locked eyes with Jake and glowered. It had never done her any good to pretend to be nice to the men at the MC. They just took it as a come-on. He held her gaze for a moment, electricity crackling between them.
“Thanks, sug,” her father said. “Mind pouring us a glass?”
“I can’t keep working like this,” Jake continued as if Michelle wasn’t even there. “It’s not good for my kids, and it’s not good for the MC. I need to figure something out. Either give me steady hours, or I don’t know. I can’t keep doing this.”
Kent was quiet for a moment. “I have an idea.”
Michelle glanced up at her father and sat the coffee pot down. There was no way he was just going to let Jake take more time off from the MC. It was the busiest it had been all year and his father had a lot of plans in the works.
“Well hell,” Jake exclaimed. “I’m open to all suggestions. But I can’t put work before my kids anymore. JJ broke his fucking elbow yesterday because you had me run after that bag of weed the Raptors stole. My kids are still just fucking kids, you know. I can’t let anything like that happen again.”
It was surprising to Michelle to hear Jake speak so fervently about his children. He never mentioned them much before- at least, not when she was around. What kind of biker liked to keep a picture of his kids in his wallet? Not the kind her father employed, that was for sure. Emotion made you weak.