ROMANCE: MC BIKER ROMANCE: Bad Boy Biker's Baby (Bad Boy Alpha Male Motorcycle Club Romance) (Contemporary MC Biker Pregnancy Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

she asked as he stood in her living room and she sat on the couch. He rubbed his arms. He was heavily tattooed, and he suddenly doubted he looked like most fathers.
    “I want to make it work,” he said.
    “No.”
    “Please.”
    Sherry sighed. “I don’t need you.”
    “I fell in love with you. That’s why I ended it. I fell in love with you, and I freaked out,” Colt said.
    “That’s nice,” Sherry said. Her face was one of anger and sadness, a perfect mix.
    “Come with me to Earl’s,” he asked. “I want you there for something.”
    “You aren’t serious,” Sherry said.
    “Please?”
    She sighed but relented. She drove her car, and he led the way on his motorcycle. They went inside, and the Vipers that were there drinking were surprised to see them together.
    Colt stepped to the head of the table. Sherry hung back, arms over her belly protectively.
    “I’m resigning as president of the Vipers,” Colt said, and the other members gasped.
    “Why?” Davey asked.
    “I want to be a father. I want to be with the woman I love,” Colt said, turning to look at Sherry. “It’s time I do the right thing. I love you all, I always will, but sometimes… you just have to grow up, and do what’s right.”
    The Vipers begged him not to go, and they angrily indicated Sherry was behind it all, but Colt told them to shut up and deal with his decision. He and Sherry walked out of the bar. She turned on him by her car, and jabbed a finger in his face.
    “You think that’s enough?” she asked. “Enough to make me forgive what you said? How you acted? Colt, you have to be real.”
    “Rupert,” the man said softly.
    “What?”
    “My name is Rupert.”
    Sherry looked at him, and her mouth fell open. “Rupert?”
    “I know, it’s stupid. It was my great grandfather’s name. I never liked it.”
    Sherry burst into laughter. “It makes you sound British.”
    “I know, I know.”
    “I see why you go by Colt.”
    “Are you going to keep making fun of me?”
    Sherry stopped laughing, but she went back to looking stern. “You deserve it.”
    “I know I do.”
    “I love you too, by the way.”
    Colt smiled, and the pregnant woman stepped into his arms. They kissed.
    They were married near Halloween, with a small service that had her family and friends from Oklahoma, and his side was all big biker guys with leather vests and with long gray beards.
    The baby came six days before Christmas, and Colt teased Sherry, making it seem as though he wanted the little boy to be named Rupert like him.
    “I don’t think so, Rupert,” Sherry said from the bed, holding the little pink baby to her chest.
    “At least, it’s not a girl,” Colt said. “I couldn’t deal with calling my daughter Love.”
    “Come on, be serious. Help me think of a name.”
    “How about Viper?”
    Sherry laughed. “Are you ever going to grow up?”
    “Did you think I would ever grow up this much?” Colt asked, and Sherry grinned and shook her head.
    “No,” she said.
    Colt leaned down and kissed her, and then he pressed his lips to his son’s tiny forehead. He still looked mean, covered in tattoos, and he favored jeans and tee shirts, and his anger rose up in him sometimes. But looking down at the woman he loved and their son, Colt knew he would never go back to the man he had been.
     
    *****
    THE END

He’s The Boss – A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance
    Carl Johnson screamed as he looked below him and realized how small everyone looked. He was hanging by his ankles from a scaffolding around a half-built apartment block, in down-town Los Angeles.
    ''It's around a hundred yards to the ground. Don't do it Carl. Don't do it to the poor emergency services. They've got better things to do than scrape pieces of you from the sidewalk,'' Ryan said. ''Now, I'm going to ask you one more time about the contract. Who gets first refusal?''
    Carl closed his eyes and prayed the two enormous men holding him wouldn't suddenly take even more of a dislike