Outlaw's Baby: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance

by Marci Fawn

  If I think about it now, I can’t even remember what she looked like. A little trashy…blonde, maybe? Drunk, soulless eyes. I do recall her skimpy black skirt, but that’s about it.

  We rushed out into the alleyway, deciding that the bathrooms were going to be too busy for us to get at it. Before I’d even gotten to grab one of her tits, we were distracted by yelling.

  In my alcohol-fueled rage, I instantly went to check it out, wanting to puff out my chest and be a hero. The slutty girl was shouting behind me, but my mind was already elsewhere. I saw some dickhead pounding on some chick and there was no way in hell I was going to leave her to be assaulted, so I dragged him away from her.

  I now realize that this was Bridgette and Hunter, but I didn’t even bother to look at her. I simply waited until I heard her run away, and then I began to rain punches down on him. I punched and kicked more than I should’ve done. I just kept seeing him in my mind’s eye beating up some innocent chick, and I couldn’t let that pass me by.

  To be honest, I was internalizing all sorts of other shit as well, and it all came out in that moment. My life had been slowly descending into hell for a very long time. I’d been drinking far too much to try and deal with my rage and frustration, but that was just a vicious cycle that led to more shit in my life.

  I was stuck in a rut, and that was the moment that changed it all. Obviously it wasn’t the best moment of my life—I’m certainly not proud of it, but it dragged me from the fog I’d been existing under. It made me feel everything and finally deal with it.

  In a way, it actually made me ready to meet Cherie…not that I’d ever say that part out loud.

  Finally, the scream of the girl I’d intended to fuck up against a grubby wall shook me out of my enraged state, and I stopped attacking. Hunter was practically unconscious by that point anyway, although he was one-hundred percent still alive. I know this for a fact, because he muttered “fuck you” through his bloodied gums as I stalked away.

  I looked around for my one-night stand as soon as I was done. My fucked up knuckles were the only damage on my body, and I was feeling pumped and ready to go. A nice quickie would have gone down quite well at that moment, but she was nowhere to be found.

  Instead I found some of my buddies outside smoking, so I puffed away on a cigarette, too. Then we moved on and enjoyed the rest of our night. I may not have gotten my dick wet, but the rest of the night had been a good one.

  Then the morning arrived.

  I’d woken up on my buddy’s floor with a stinking hangover.

  My friend’s voice boomed from the kitchen only a moment later. “Holy fuck, what have you done, Ax? You’re on the goddamned TV!”

  I staggered into where he was sitting, desperately trying to remember what idiotic drunk and disorderly behavior I’d gotten up to, but I drew a blank. How much had I had to drink? Why did I always have to get so wild?

  I watched my name rolling across the news report on the screen. They were saying that I’d murdered someone. Finally, there was one thing from the previous night that I could remember, and it was beating that dickhead to a pulp.

  I definitely didn’t kill him though.

  “No, no!” I said, desperate for my friend to believe me. “I didn’t kill that prick, he was still alive when I left him.”

  My friend was still amused, still disbelieving. “Well, the police sure as shit think that you’ve done it. You’d better run, dude.”

  And that was the last time I’d seen him. I’d gotten the hell out of there and went on the run. I’d stayed in the city because I imagined the police were expecting me to run elsewhere, and I’ve learned that it’s much easier to hide in plain sight.

  My name became increasingly attached to the murder, and the more the media demonized me, the more I had to hide.

  Saying the events of this night out loud feels a little like a release to me. I’d been bottling all of it up, more than I’d even realized. I’d told Cherie some of it, but I certainly hadn’t gone into any detail.

  I’m glad that I now know the truth about what really happened, because a part of me still blames myself. My memory of beating Hunter up and leaving him alive seemed crystal-clear, but alcohol had played a massive part in that night. There’s no denying that. Plus, it helps that Lucas knows the truth about me. I hated that there was clearly a small element of doubt there, however rational it was.

  Now there might really be a chance for us.

  18

  Cherie

  I take a second to try and absorb this information. I’d been hanging my hopes on the fact that the police would eventually find the real killer, allowing Axel to remain free, but now that I know who the killer really is, that fantasy has been crushed into nothing.

  Even though Lucas hasn’t come forward to the police and admitted he was guilty, I don’t want him to go to jail any more than I want Axel behind bars. Not when he’s been taking such good care of my sister.

  So now I sit between two men. One a killer and the other innocent but blamed. And there’s not a damn thing that I can do about it. If I turn Lucas in, my sister will lose her baby’s father.

  I rack my brains, praying for a thousand possible solutions to race through my mind, but it remains frustratingly blank. What the hell can we do now? We can’t just do nothing…

  I shoot a glance towards Bridgette, who’s looking just as dazed and confused as me. If I was hoping that she was going to have all the answers, I would’ve been very wrong. Luckily, I wasn’t expecting that—this situation is pretty damn hopeless.

  I look over to Axel a second later. I want to catch his eye, but his stare is fixed firmly on his feet. My heart goes out to him, and I want to wrap my arms tightly around him, but I don’t. He’s clearly swirling around in his own wave of emotions, and I get the impression that he isn’t the type of guy who opens up easily. He deals with his shit in his own way.

  “Okay, we can’t just sit here,” Lucas booms across the room once more. “We have to do something about this. I’ve gotta make this right somehow…but I can’t go away for this. I’ve gotta be here for my kid when he’s born.”

  He looks at Axel like he’s afraid he’ll get punched. “I’m so sorry you got caught in this mess, Axel, is it? I’ll do anything to help out…”

  As I look up at Axel, I find him tugging on the ends of his hair, as if the stress is actually hurting him. The more of him that I see, the more convinced I become that it was all a big mistake. There was never a moment that I believed he wanted to kill Hunter, but even if I had thought that of him, I wouldn’t think that way anymore. He may be tall, he may be muscular, he may be clearly very strong, but he’s a gentle giant. He doesn’t look like he would have a dangerous bone in his body. In fact, he probably only became a bouncer to protect people—I could never imagine him throwing his weight around in the way that some overly-macho guys do.

  And now his main protection priority is my sister and their unborn child.

  “Any ideas?” I finally ask in a meek voice.

  Silence fills the room, hanging heavily over our heads. I can tell Axel is thinking ‘let’s turn him in,’ but that’s not really an option. We can’t be responsible for making my sister’s baby grow up without a father.

  “Maybe,” Bridgette says before sealing her lips tightly again.

  “Go on.” I smile, coaxing the answer out of her. If she has an idea, we need to hear it.

  “I think maybe we should go and speak to Ryder. I know that might seem weird to you because he comes across as such a sleaze, but he’s very resourceful.”

  “By resourceful, do you mean dangerous?” I ask. We’re in some deep shit here. I’m not sure that delving deeper into the rabbit hole is really a good idea right now. We need to be going the other way—out of danger!

  “I guess so… but I can’t think of anything else and it doesn’t seem like any of you can either. Maybe dangerous is what we need. Maybe that’s all that can help us right now.”

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sp; My blood runs ice cold. Surely there has to be another answer. This can’t possibly be our only option.

  “I know he isn’t my biggest fan, but he seems to like you, Cher,” Bridge admits in a small voice.

  “I think you’re right.” Lucas nods, sending my heart even further into the ground.

  Bridgette makes the final decision for the rest of us. She’s always had a clever way of doing that.

  I gulp down the lump of fear in my throat once more—it’s no use to me at this moment. I need to focus.

  “Um…” Bridgette starts to shift in her seat, looking a little awkward.

  “Are you okay?” I ask. I don’t like seeing her this way, if she’s uncomfortable about something, then it must be bad.

  “Yeah, it’s just…” She glances over to Lucas. “I know this is a pain, but before we do anything I actually have a doctor’s appointment. It’s about the baby, so I can’t really…”

  “No, no not at all! You go. This can wait a while.” I look down at her swollen belly once more. “I still can’t believe it.”

  We both give each other a teary smile before Lucas quickly insists that they really must go if they don’t want to be late.

  Once they have slammed the door behind them, I turn towards Axel. “Do you want a drink, or something to eat?”

  He ignores my question. “Why the fuck are you even considering getting the help of that prick?” he yells, jumping up from his seat and pumping his fists together. His cheeks are flushed with anger and his eyes are blazing.

  “And why are you not angry about the fact that your sister and her boyfriend have been sitting around letting me take the fucking rap for something I didn’t even do?”

  “What?” I ask. What the hell is he going on about now? “You mean getting help from Ryder? I don’t know, it wasn’t my idea. I don’t know what else we can do. And as for your other question, I am mad, but at the same time, Lucas was just helping my sister. If we tell the cops it was him, then their kid will grow up with his father in prison.”

  He sighs heavily. “Fine. I guess I see your point. But I don’t want any help from that slimeball club owner. He’ll probably turn us in at the very first opportunity.”

  “Lucas and Bridgette don’t think he will.” I keep my voice calm and considered. “If they trust him, then we need to as well. We don’t have any other choice. Do you want to be on the run forever? Do you want to potentially end up in jail?”

  “For something that another guy’s been letting me take the heat for? Yeah, no fucking thanks.”

  He grunts and turns away from me, as if he can’t even bear to look at me anymore. I quickly realize that I’m panting heavily and that an angry adrenaline is racing through me. I can understand why he’s angry about Lucas, but Ryder? I don’t get it, and I’m mad as hell because I can’t believe we’re going through all of this once more.

  Is this jealousy again? Is he really willing to risk everything because he’s a little bit jealous? That’s insanity. I don’t even have any feelings for Ryder at all. Even if I’d gone into that club having never met Axel I wouldn’t have any feelings for him.

  But how do I articulate that without accusing him of overreacting? I don’t imagine that would go down well right now. Axel sees red, explodes, and then calms down. There’s no point in poking the beast whilst he’s in a rage. I need to let him figure out his issues on his own.

  He turns back to face me. I open my mouth, ready for another screaming match, prepared to shut down all his jealous accusations, but I don’t have to. Instead of yelling, he moves towards me and starts to rain angry, passionate kisses all over me, stunning me into silence.

  I’m still angry….but I let him.

  19

  Cherie

  “Axel?”

  I finally pull away and try to take a step back to assess what the hell is going on, but something inside stops me. Despite my current anger at him, I actually want this. I want to take out all of my frustration in this way. In fact, I couldn’t even begin to imagine a better way.

  “Are you trying to push me away?” Axel says with a smirk, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing a finger inside of me.

  I feel my body jerk with shock and pleasure, and instead of continuing my fight against this, I push his hand further down, forcing him to finger-fuck me harder as the pad of his thumb rests on my clit, drawing slow circles. I want more; more from him than I’ve ever gotten from anyone before.

  Another finger slips in, then another, and I’m so wet than I can take it. The rage is still there, burning away, but it’s becoming a fiery sort of passion instead. I start to feel Axel’s throbbing erection pressing against my leg. It’s as if his cock is struggling to break free from its material prison, and I desperately want it free. I want his clothes gone now.

  All of them.

  I gasp loudly, wanting to feel him inside me again. I want him to fuck me again and again, harder and harder, until all these crazy emotions vanish and there’s nothing left but lust for him.

  “No,” I finally reply, just as he pulls away from me. “I want more of you.”

  “I bet you do, dirty girl,” Axel growls, stepping back and pulling his jeans down.

  I feel the need to tell him something. I don’t know why this feels like the opportune moment, but it just does. “No, I’m not. I’m not really a dirty girl. I’m normally a good girl—it’s just you that makes me want to be bad.”

  “Oh god, baby. You don’t know what those words do to me,” he says, sounding a little breathless at my revelation.

  I walk over to him, cupping his face in my hands. “Corrupt me again,” I whisper before kissing him hard.

  He responds vigorously, tugging all my clothes off in what feels like a second. Again, I’m naked. Again, I’m exposed. And again, I love it.

  “Turn around,” Axel whispers in my ear. “I want your back to me.”

  I happily comply, eager to feel him in whatever angle will give me the most of his length, and he glides his hands over my shoulder blades with one hand while teasingly stroking me between my legs with the other.

  I exhale short, sharp breaths. I can’t take any of this for much longer. I need to just do this. The emotion swirling around in me is making me insane, and I want to remain in the place that’s making me hot as hell. Any more time and that fiery passion might just start to evolve into something else…

  “Stop screwing around, Axel…just fuck me already.”

  He lets out a low groan at this request. “Yes, ma’am.”

  He crushes his body next to mine, his hot naked skin riling me up even further. Then his cock finally slams into me, and I let out a moan.

  “Oh god!” I say, arching my back even more as he slams into me.

  The more I respond to Axel’s hard and fast fucking, the more powerful he becomes, and soon I’m grasping the table in front of me, holding onto it for dear life. If I let my white knuckles slip for even a second, then I’ll fall, and I don’t want that to happen. I don’t want this to end. Goddamn it, I need this so badly, and I need to be bad for him. Axel.

  Soon his fingers work their way around and he begins rubbing on my clit. Oh, god…this just got a hundred times better.

  “You’ve fucked me up,” Axel announces in a gravelly whisper, thrusting even harder. “No one’s ever made me feel the way you do.”

  Warmth starts to spread around my torso. The pleasure is already starting to fill me up, and I absolutely cannot have this conversation right now.

  “Uh-huh,” I reply, hoping that he gets the hint.

  He grabs my hair, tugging my head slightly backwards. “You’re mine. All mine. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I gasp, the orgasm starting to creep up my legs. Any minute now. Any second.

  “You will not go off into some other guy’s office without me again, do you understand?”

  Why is his sexist, controlling attitude turning me on even more? I feel like I’d do anything for this guy right now
, even walk through a burning firepit, as long as he keeps fucking me hard from behind.

  “Yes.” It’s crashing through me now. I’m utterly helpless. “Yes, god, Axel…yes!”

  “Good,” Axel says before groaning in pleasure too.

  We almost collapse onto the floor in exhaustion, and Axel wraps his arms around me as we both pant breathlessly. We lie there in silence for a few moments, just quietly recovering. Who knew that angry sex was so good for getting rid of anger?

  The fact that this did as much for him as it did for me makes me feel like I’m on top of the world. I love turning Axel on like that, and the fact that I could do it even while we were in the middle of a stupid argument is just amazing.

  He finally turns to face me. “I meant what I said, you know.”

  It takes me a few seconds to work my way through the blissful haze to what he means.

  “I’m yours,” I say, nodding to show that I still agree. I guess this is his very Axel-like way of asking me to be his girlfriend, and I’m more than ready for that. I know exactly how I feel.

  “And if we have to go back to the strip club, you’re not going to see Ryder alone.”

  “I don’t want to anyway,” I reply, grinning brightly. “I don’t ever want to be anywhere without you again.”

  We lie there for a while, just enjoying being with each other. In this moment, it’s all we need.

  Reality can damn well stay away for a while.

  20

  Axel

  I’m feeling strong and confident; my usual arrogant self as we strut through the doors of the strip club. We must look like a bit of an odd bunch—a bouncer, a pregnant stripper, the girl who auditioned this morning and a wanted man— rushing through the doors, but I don’t give a shit. Let everyone stare if that’s what they want to do.