by Brook Wilder
Brendan chuckled, and I felt the shivers run down my spine at what was to come.
“But not the only time tonight I hope.”
My knees weakened as I dropped to one knee, my eyes on his. He was trembling, which made me want to take full advantage of what I was about to do to him, to Brendan Morrison, the man I had loved since I had been old enough to know about love. The moment my lips touched the bulging head, he hissed and closed his eyes, his hands guiding my mouth to take more. I wanted him to lose control. I wanted to know what it was like to hold Brendan in the palm of my hand.
He didn’t let me. A few well-placed kisses were all I got until he was hauling me off the floor and onto the kitchen table, his hands yanking at my wet jeans until he successfully got them off.
“I’m not coming in your mouth,” he said as he loomed over me, an evil glint in his eye. “But you will in mine.”
Shit. His lips touched me through my already soaked panties, and I nearly bucked off the table, crying out as he found the aching center that was begging for his attention with his fingers. My hands grabbed the sides of the table, nearly splintering the wood, as he pulled my panties aside and delved deeper with his tongue, stroking the place that was pulsating with need. I felt the pressure start to build in my own body, my senses acutely aware of what Brendan was doing to me and what he was going to give me in return. It had been quite some time since someone other than myself had touched me so intimately, and I wanted to give it all to him.
“Come for me, Laura,” he whispered against my skin, stroking the folds lightly. “Come for me and only me.”
“Yes,” I sobbed as he put his tongue back on my swollen clit, swirling around it lazily. “Oh god, yes.”
He flicked it once, and I lost all control, screaming his name as the thunder shook the house once more. I faintly heard him rustling around before he pulled me toward the edge, shoving his cock into my wet center and filling me to the brim. My eyes popped open and locked on his, seeing the heated passion in his depths, the strain on his own face as he held on to his own release. I reached for him and slid my hand behind his neck, pulling him into a kiss.
“Fuck me, Brendan.”
“Shit!” he whispered against my lips, roughly moving inside me. “I’m not going to hold on if you keep that up.”
“We have all day and night,” I reminded him, not caring about what was going on except the two of us.
That was all that mattered.
He groaned and started to move frantically within me, taking me to the brink once more, before he came roaring as well, gripping my hips tightly as he released inside me. My entire body was shaking with need, the coldness of the table at my back the only thing keeping me glued to reality.
I had just had wild sex with Brendan Morrison.
Dear God!
***
A few hours later, I stole out of Brendan’s arms and walked to the living room, his t-shirt barely covering my thighs. He was still asleep, and I didn’t have the heart to wake him.
That and I didn’t want to face the reality of what had happened. Sex with Brendan was everything I thought it would be and more, but it complicated things… well, my whole life, to be specific. I wasn’t looking for a relationship. I wasn’t looking to stay in Paradise.
Sighing, I reached for my cell on the table and dialed my mom, needing to hear her voice. She would likely be frantic with worry to begin with, and, now that I had this going on, as well as my car not being drivable, she needed to know I wouldn’t be coming home when I had anticipated.
“Hey, baby girl,” she said as soon as the call picked up. “How are you?”
I cleared my throat.
“Hey, mom. I’m fine.”
“Good,” she replied, relief in her voice. “I hope it wasn’t too painful, going back there. Are you getting the things you need done?”
I hadn’t done anything yet.
“Um, not really. My car blew a tire last night, so I had to deal with it instead.”
“Oh god,” she breathed into the phone. “Are you alright? Do I need to send someone for you?”
“No, no,” I said hastily. “But I’m probably going to need another week to finish everything here. I just didn’t want you to worry.”
“Well, of course, I’m worried,” she stated. “I don’t like you being there by yourself, Laura. It’s not safe there.”
I rolled my eyes, wishing I could tell her what was really going on here. I had Brendan in my bed, my arch enemy had taken my body to heights I couldn’t even put into words.
“I’m perfectly safe mom. I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you.”
“I love you,” she sighed before I clicked off, throwing the phone on the couch.
I didn’t know what the future, or even the next day, would hold once reality set in, but I wasn’t about to allow it to come just yet.
Pushing to my feet, I walked back to the bedroom, back to Brendan.
Chapter 11
Brendan
I couldn’t fucking believe what was happening.
I struck the hammer at Laura’s car, my body waiting for the moment I could go back to her house and fuck her all over again. After twelve hours in her arms, she was like a drug I couldn’t shake, and, though I had only been at the shop for a few hours, I was worried I had been gone too long.
But she had all but pushed me out of the door this morning, saying she had things to do and couldn’t lounge in the bed all day. I had kissed her hard, enjoying the look on her face as I patted her ass and walked out, whistling like I had just won the lottery.
And I had. Hell, I was sleeping with Laura Hall.
“Are you fixing it or beating the hell out of it?”
I turned to see Colby a few feet away, an amused look on his face.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Beating the hell out of it,” he chuckled as I wiped my forehead with the sleeve of my t-shirt. “Where were you last night? The guys were wondering.”
“A bunch of nosy assholes,” I muttered, dropping the hammer. “I was doing something else.”
“Or someone else,” Colby added, a sly look on his face. “You slept with her, didn’t you?”
I shrugged. There was no reason for me to hide it.
“At least I knew she was safe.”
“Where is she now?”
I pulled out my cell, looking at the texts that Jaxon was sending me.
“Right now, she is at the funeral home, probably picking up her dad’s ashes. Why?”
Colby doubled over in laughter.
“Shit, man, you have it bad, don’t you? You’ve known her all of two days, and you already have a tail on that ass.”
I wanted to throw the hammer at him.
“I’ve known Laura all my fucking life and she was nearly killed the other night. That’s why Jax is following her.”
Colby just shook his head, his eyes shining with laughter.
“Say what you want, but what the hell are you going to do when she leaves this town? I doubt she has any reason to stick around, once that car is back on the road.”
He was right, but I wasn’t going to let him know that I was bothered by that prospect. Laura didn’t have any reason to stay, and I couldn’t leave, not with the shop here and the club to think about. Though I would like to say I would follow her anywhere, it wasn’t reality, not by a long shot.
“We will figure it out then, I guess.”
Colby clapped a hand on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry man. I know, hell, it’s gonna be tough, but I will be here for you.”
“Thanks,” I muttered, not wanting to think about that right now.
I had a few more days with her and I fully anticipated spending as much time as I could in that bed, between her thighs. Last night, between the sex, we had talked about our lives. I had told her about every year after she had left, what my tats meant, how I had risen to president of the club. In turn, she had talked about her
life with her mom, her stepdad, and her college. It had given us some time to decompress from the world, to just learn the adults we had grown to be.
And I wanted her more. It wasn’t like I had a lot to offer in terms of money or stability. The clubs were always at war, and anyone that was remotely tied to me was in danger. I constantly worried about my brothers, about the other members and their families, when trouble started to brew.
It was half the reason I had Jax tailing Laura today. If word got out that we were sleeping together, she would be an even bigger target than she already was. Any injuries or her death would be enough to bring me to my knees, and I knew that. Hell, even without sleeping with her, it would be enough. She made me vulnerable.
“Tell me about the attack last night.”
Colby dropped his hand, running it through his hair.
“Two club members were attacked outside of town, some seedy bar they shouldn’t have been at without backup. Word is that the Blood Eagles were behind it, but no one is talking.”
I swore and ran a hand over my face. Both clubs were getting new, younger members every day, ones that were out to prove themselves. While I attempted to tamp down their need to do so, I couldn’t say the same for the Blood Eagles. There was no love lost between us, and their leader, Hector Blackwood, was as ruthless as they came when it came to making their club look superior.
“Let me know when you find something concrete. Then we will pay them a visit.”
“Got it,” Colby said, turning to go. “I assume I can find you at Jonah’s?”
I flipped him off and was rewarded with a laugh as he walked out of the shop. I knew Colby had real concern for my well-being, especially if Laura decided to leave Paradise. Could I convince her to stay?
Did I want to convince her to stay? It would be putting her in serious danger as long as the Blood Eagles were around. She would need more than her left hook to protect her, and, in the event that things got really serious, I would have to think about protecting our future kids and shit.
A chuckle escaped me as I picked the hammer back up, starting on a new dent in the fender. What the hell was I thinking? We had fucked, that was it, and neither of us were looking to make this into something serious just yet. And kids? Hell, I might as well be a woman, thinking about marriage and a family and shit. We were having fun, getting to know each other, and I was acting like a lovesick fool.
No doubt Laura would think the same. This was fun for the both of us, but, right now, that was all it was.
Chapter 12
Laura
I stared at the stick dumbfounded, not believing what I was seeing. I had been in Paradise for a week now, sleeping with Brendan every night and enjoying the hell out of what he was doing to my body, though maybe not so much what he was doing to my heart. I was likely in love with him now, the girlish infatuation having now turned into a full-fledged love that I knew was going to break my heart when I walked away from here.
But today… well, walking away seemed so much harder now.
I slumped against the bathroom door, leaving the stick where it was on the bathroom counter. I could not be pregnant. Sure, I had missed my period three days ago, but I had chalked it up to the stress of my dad dying and then nearly getting killed, not to the fact that I was having rabid sex with the hottest biker on the planet. We hadn’t been using any kind of protection, nor had I been on birth control in months.
Those things you don’t think about when you’re in the mood, but now I had proof why I should have.
“Oh god,” I said to no one in particular, holding my hand up to my mouth.
I was pregnant. With Brendan Morrison’s child. This shit could not have been made up any better than it was right now. Of all the times I had thought about Paradise, about coming back home to my dad and potentially seeing Brendan along the way, I hadn’t thought about winding up pregnant as a result.
Now I was destined to be part of Paradise regardless of whether I really wanted to.
My stomach rolled, and I swallowed the nausea, knowing it wasn’t from the pregnancy but from the fact I would have to tell Brendan. He would likely ask me to stay. I couldn’t imagine him leaving Paradise, even if I was carrying his child. Plus, it would be selfish of me to ask him to pull up stakes and to do so when I had no ties back in Anchorage.
Well my mom and Rick, but they were living their own lives just fine without me. I had no job, no responsibilities, and hadn’t really thought about the rest of my life with my Dad’s death coming into the picture.
And, with an accounting degree, I could easily find a job here.
But, of course, all of that was beside the point. I was pregnant. With a trembling hand, I cupped my stomach lightly, wondering what was going on inside now. Motherhood hadn’t been part of my current plans, but now I would have a life to take care of, to protect. I would have to ensure its safety, its needs above my own.
And I would have to tell the father.
This wasn’t a secret I wanted to keep from Brendan. I wasn’t heartless by any means, and I wanted him to be in my – no, our – child’s life. He would be a great father.
“What am I thinking?” I asked myself, a sob tearing at my throat.
I was torn between awe and the need to curl up in a ball and pretend this had never happened.
The sound of a motorcycle pulling into the drive caught my attention, and I quickly tucked the test in the drawer, finger-combing my hair as I opened the bathroom door. I needed to tell him as soon as possible, to pull the band aid off so that we could figure out what we were going to do for the next eighteen years. I wasn’t expecting marriage or a happily ever after from Brendan, but I did expect support, because I wasn’t getting rid of the child.
I walked into the kitchen as he was walking in the door, a grin on his face as he saw me.
“Hey, you!”
Oh, that grin… It weakened my knees every time he wore it.
“Hey, yourself! Have a good day?”
He nodded and went over to the sink to wash his hands. I had gotten used to him doing so, just like some of his other routines over the past week. We had fallen into this couple routine, and I had started to think how much I would miss him when I left Paradise.
Well, before I found out I was pregnant.
“What’s going on?”
My eyes flew to his and I saw the concern in his depths.
“W-what are you talking about?”
“You look very serious,” he stated, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Are you okay? Anything happen today that I need to know about?”
I bit my lip, attempting to form the words that I knew I needed to say. I could do this. I was an adult and could be an adult about this as well.
“I-I just missed you.”
His lips curved back into a smile, and he lowered his head until our noses touched.
“I missed the hell out of you too, Laura.”
I covered his mouth with mine, washing away any further words on my part.
I would tell him soon.
***
The next day I was sitting in the living room, watching mindless TV and attempting to figure out how I was going to break the news to the new father, when the doorbell rang. Rising, I walked over to the door and opened it, seeing a short, balding man wearing biker leathers standing there.
“May I help you?”
He smiled.
“Are you Laura Hall, daughter of Jonah Hall?”
Another person wanting to pay their respects. I had seen and met a great deal of them over the last few days, some bringing flowers, some bringing food that now filled up the fridge. All of them seemed to love my father, which warmed my heart, and expressed the fact they would be participating in the ride that would happen this weekend, symbolizing my dad’s last ride. Brendan and I had already discussed how we would take my dad’s bike instead of his.
“I am. How can I help you?”
“If you don’t mind,” he said, gesturi
ng with his hand. “I would like to come in for a few moments.”
“Sure,” I answered, opening the door wider. “Come on in.”
He stepped over the threshold, and I shut the door.
“Have a seat on the sofa. Would you like any refreshment?”
“No, no,” he said, holding out his hand. “I won’t be staying long. I’m Hector Blackwood, President of the Blood Eagles.”
My blood ran cold as I recognized the biker club, the one that Brendan spoke of often. They were at some sort of war, and he suspected they were the ones that had tried to kill me. I glanced over at the coffee table behind him, seeing my cell phone was sitting there. Shit! Was he here to finish the job?