Biker Baby Read online Penny Dee (Kings of Mayhem MC #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Kings of Mayhem MC Series by Penny Dee
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
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“You want me to stop?” I asked, my fingers swirling through her creaminess and sliding into her.

She gasped and writhed beneath me.

“Hell . . . no!” She moaned.

I smiled. Thank fuck. Because I was so damn hard again, it was enough to make me dizzy. I rolled onto her and put myself between her thighs. The moment she felt my cock pressing against her naked pussy, any reservations she had about having sex went out the window. Hell, it fucking threw itself out the window.

“No condom,” she breathed in my ear, delirious with desire. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

Her words made me see stars. And when she wound her lovely long legs around me, it was more than I could take. I pushed into her, hard and controlled, and naked, only to be overwhelmed by the feeling of her velvet, wet pussy swallowing my cock. Mind-blowing sensations stole the air from my lungs, and I had to pause for just a moment to catch my breath and stop myself from coming.

“Oh Christ, that feels . . . fuck, I’ve never . . .”

I dropped my head and claimed her mouth with a fierce and wild kiss, then spent the next hour driving home my argument for more sex and less talk about keeping it platonic.

HONEY

I woke up to Caleb walking into the room carrying a cup of coffee. Dressed in nothing but his black pants and belt, he looked too damn sexy for words.

“I have news,” he said with a delicious grin.

Sitting up, I looked at the clock. “It’s not even seven o’clock and there is already news?”

He grinned again. Bright. Sexy. Perfect.

“I’m moving in,” he said, handing me the cup of black coffee.

I looked at him over my cup. “I’m sorry, you’re what?”

“I’m moving in.” He sat on the edge of my bed. “You leave me no choice.”

My mind scrambled. “Yes, I do. I leave you with the choice to not move in. Feel free to take it.”

“I’ve already made up my mind.”

I took another sip of my coffee. It was good. Strong, just how I liked it.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because you need me.”

“I need you?” I didn’t mean to sound so disbelieving, but it was hard not to when he was standing there, looking hot as fuck, telling me I needed him.

“Yes. This apartment looks like it’d be expensive, so there’s that. But I just spoke to Mrs. Lawrence from apartment seven, and she said there have been a rash of car thefts around the neighborhood lately. Plus, a few smashed windows. Probably kids looking for money.”

“You’ve spoken to Mrs. Lawrence?”

“I ran into her in the hall. Asked her if she saw anything suspicious last night. She said she didn’t, but mentioned the break-ins.” He took a sip of his coffee, his big bicep flexing as he raised his cup to his lips. “I want you to be safe.”

I rubbed my eyes, feeling a little overwhelmed. With last night’s break-in still lingering, and the speed in which this was all happening, I felt a little anxious and out of sorts.

“We’re having a baby,” he said, soberly.

“But we’re not together.”

“No . . .”

“I mean, we just met and . . .”

Caleb smiled, and it was unfair, because that smile was damn disarming.

“Relax, Honey. This is a good thing. I can help you.”

It was funny, but I hadn’t stopped to think about how much Caleb would want to be involved in this pregnancy.

But was letting him move in a good way to find out?

If this was going to work, we needed to take a step back.

“I’ll move into the spare room,” he said.

I just stared at him. I could use help with the rent, but would it complicate things having him under the same roof? No one could deny we had some serious sexual chemistry going on . . . would living together be too much of a temptation.

“You know this is a recipe for disaster, right?” I said, yet despite my words, I was already warming to the idea.

“Maybe. Who knows? All I care about is making sure you and our baby are safe.”

I watched him and sipped my coffee, his words ticking over in my mind.

Finally, I relaxed and smiled. “Okay.”

His eyes lit up. “Yes?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

He grinned and then did something completely random. He high-fived me.

“We’re high-fiving now?” I asked, laughing.

He gave me an amused but wicked look. “It was either that or I rip those bed sheets off of you and give you an orgasm instead.”

The muscles between my thighs throbbed and I had to bite back my urge to let him do just that.

“High-fives are good.”

He sighed. “Why do I think I’ll be high-fiving myself a lot over the next few months?”

He stood up. I watched him over my cup of coffee as he raised his arms above his head with a stretch and it struck me just how larger than life he was. His abdominal muscles flexed and dipped and just the sight of his impressive six-pack made me want to touch him.


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