ROMANCE: MC BIKER ROMANCE: Bad Boy Biker's Baby (Bad Boy Alpha Male Motorcycle Club Romance) (Contemporary MC Biker Pregnancy Romance) (178 page)

BOOK: ROMANCE: MC BIKER ROMANCE: Bad Boy Biker's Baby (Bad Boy Alpha Male Motorcycle Club Romance) (Contemporary MC Biker Pregnancy Romance)
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I was reminded again of when I used to have to sneak out of the house late at night for just this same reason.  Buck was more than just a trouble maker; he was a trouble magnet.  I couldn’t remember a day where he didn’t go off and do something stupid.

I rode swiftly along the road, taking in the night breeze.  The crisp air stung my lungs, and I loved every second.  The moon illuminated the road in its faint blue hue.

When I pulled up to the bar, I saw that everyone was there already.  I was the last to arrive.

There was a lot of shouting, and I couldn’t make out one bit of it.  Things quieted down a little when people noticed me walking in.  Buck was sitting at the bar in the center of the commotion. 

“This ain’t that bad, don’t make such a fuss about it,” shouted Buck.  His clothes were more disheveled than usual, and I knew what the meant.

“Who the hell did you sleep with now,” I asked sharply. 

“What the hell do you care?” he replied.

“I care 'cause they care.  I wouldn’t expect them to wake my ass up unless this was something important,” I said.

Buck look around the group, and a few of them shied away from his gaze. 

“He slept with Gracie,” said one of the bikers.

I cocked an eyebrow.

“Who the hell is Gracie,” I asked.

“She’s Connor’s sister,” replied Buck.

“None of this is making sense.  Could you just explain it, Buck,” I asked.

Buck crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair. 

“If you really gotta know, then I’ll tell you, take a seat over here.”

A chair near the bar opened up, and I took a seat.  Buck loomed over me like a statue while he continued on his explanation.

“There’s another crew in town.  They’re big.  Bigger than this gang, and just as mean.  I met up with their leader a while back, guy by the name of Connor. 

“His sister kept makin’ eyes at me; even called me in the bar from time to time.  I knew she was trouble, and I might do stupid things, but I’m not stupid. 

“Then you had to show up,” Buck stopped and took a swig off his bear and lit another cigarette. 

“I was ridin’ about five miles out of town, and I come across Gracie.  She’s lookin’ good, so I pulled up along-side her.  She just goes and smiles at me.”

“How the hell am I involved in all this, I just showed up this morning,” I asked.

Buck slammed his drink back on the bar.

“You always knew how to make me go crazy, Tara.  When you wasn’t interested in shacking up earlier, I was pissed off.  Figured I could use a little tail to take my mind off it all.  It just so happened that the first tail I found was Gracie’s,” he added.

“So I got you hard, and she got you off,” I said as a matter of fact.

“That’s why this is your fault.  You’re supposed to keep me from making stupid mistakes like this, but you just up and left like always.  It seems to be the only thing you’re good at,” he said.

“I care about you, Buck.  But, I really don’t care about your love life anymore.  I don’t even see what the big deal is anyway.  You slept with some dumb biker bitch, who cares?”

“Connor cares, and he’s the type of guy who backs up his threats.  There’s a good chance he’ll start comin’ after someone in the gang.  Might even be you.”

I sighed.  I wanted to hit him for putting me in this situation, but I had a feeling he was in a mood to hit back.

“What are you goin’ to do,” I asked.

“Nothin’, I guess.” He said.

Most the guys in the club looked around, a little confused.

“The way I see it is, he doesn’t know.  The only way he’ll find out is if his sister tells him what happened.  She might be dumb, but she’s not an idiot, either.  I’m sure she doesn’t want to see a bunch of guys beating the shit out of each other.”

He might be right, but I still had a bad feeling about the entire situation.  If Gracie was that crazy about Buck, then she might do something rash.

“I’m headin’ home for the night.  I can’t deal with this right now,” I said.

The door slammed open.  Two bikers were making their way inside.  One of them was bloodied and beaten, and the other was so bruised that he couldn’t hold himself up at all. 

“Connor’s gang, they just attacked us on the road,” said the conscious one, “they told me to give you a message.”

“What is it,” Buck asked.

“They said, ‘don’t mess with things that aren’t yours’”

Buck polished off his cigarette and stamped it out on the table before lighting another one.  I hadn’t known Buck to chain smoke except for time when he was incredibly upset.

He stood up and loomed over the crowd.  His rage was palpable, but with a glance from me, he seemed to calm down a little. 

“Connor needs to pay for this.  I say we ride out and beat the ever living snot out of every single one of ‘em.”

Buck reached behind the counter and pulled out a familiar shotgun. 

“Buck, wait,” I said, running over to him and throwing my arms around him to try to make him stop for even a moment.

“Wait for what, he didn’t wait to start attacking us,” he said.

“Buck, you started this.  You slept with the guy’s sister.  Will you at least talk to the guy first, before bullets start flying?”

He grunted, and let out a puff of smoke. 

“Fine,” he said, “but, I’m taking my shotgun with me.”

 

3.

I rode with Buck for the first time, in a long time.  It was another thing that I missed about living here.  The drive was long, and I didn’t mind.  I got the chance to hold on to the man that I loved for a long time. 

I wanted to have him pull off the road and have his way with me like he used to.  But, it wasn’t the time or place for such flights of fancy.  The vibration of the motorbike hit me in just the right places, and I could feel myself grinding my hips into the bike. 

I think Buck noticed, but he didn’t do anything to prove it.  He just gripped the choppers handlebars and carved out a path to the rival gang’s hideout.

It was probably near an hour long ride.  I didn’t mind the time; I enjoyed being driven again. 

The tavern we pulled up to was in much better shape than the one Buck owned.  The neon sign stood prominently by the road, inviting us inside. 

As we turned into the lot, we were met by several members of the rival gang.  All of them brandishing a weapon of some kind, and I felt helplessly unprepared.  Buck seemed unfazed by any of it as he parked in the middle of the entryway.

“Which way is that prick, Connor?” he asked.

A few of their number seemed to be preparing to attack, but a shout echoed out from the tavern.

“I’m in here,” he shouted.

The two of us pressed onward; I stayed close enough to Buck that I could smell him.  Which really wasn’t that close, if I’m being honest.  I wrapped my arm around his.

The inside of the bar was quite nice.  The tables were mostly new, the bar was decently lit, and they even had a pool table in the back that didn’t appear to be missing any balls.

“You beat up two of my boys,” Buck started.

“And you fucked my sister,” Connor replied.

“Yeah, but she wanted it,” Buck barked out.

“I didn’t,” Connor said.

“And, what does that matter to me,” Buck asked.

“It should mean everything.  I have enough guys here to wipe your small club off the map.”

Buck laughed.

“But, you wouldn’t all make it back.”

A girl walked in and sat next to Connor.  I could only assume it was Gracie.  She was a petite thing, and I was surprised that Buck didn’t break her in half when they slept together.

I wondered if that’s what Buck preferred now; petite women.  He always seemed more interested in full-bodied women when we were together.  Not that I would consider myself very busty in any way, but I still had curves.  More guys liked me for my long taught legs, though; even I thought they were my best feature. 

“You Gracie,” I asked the girl.

“That’s my name, now what does an old worn out hag like you want with me?” she asked spitefully.

I wanted to break her, and Buck could tell.  He threw an arm in front of me and shook his head no.  I understood what that meant right away, and Buck always made good on his threats.

“I’m glad I got to see the little slut that Buck spent the night with,” I said, “now I know what a broken condom looks like.”

Gracie went red in the face and dang near leaped from her seat to strangle me, if Connor hadn’t held her down.

Connor and Buck just seemed to share a laugh watching us girls duke it out.  It probably did well to diffuse whatever animosity was between the two men.  Still, the more I looked at Gracie, the more I could see the man Buck was.  It was as though I were staring at every woman Buck had ever slept with while we were an item.  It only served to make me fume.

“Tara, get your ass outside, this is between me an’ Connor.  I don’t wanna listen to a shouting match between two bitch seats.”

I exhaled, trying to rid my lungs of the fire that was building.  I knew Buck was right; taking his advice I marched out of the bar and took a seat on his bike. 

I was interested in hearing what was going on, but a nagging feeling in the back of my head knew that Buck wouldn’t like knowing that he was being spied on.  I shuffled nervously in my seat while the rest of Connor’s gang eyed me like a pack of ravenous wolves. 

If anyone in Buck’s gang were to eye me like that, they’d be missing teeth and memories.  Buck always made me feel safe, no matter where I was.  Even now, I knew that nothing would happen.  But, I didn’t want to wait too long.

The door swung wide, and Buck strode out, tucking his shirt into his pants.

“I think we figured it out,” he said.

“That’s good.”

“I’ll tell you all about it on the way back,” he added.

We plopped back into his seat, and after I returned to my usual place behind him, he took off down the road.  I heard Connor shouting in the back, but paid it no mind. 

Buck didn’t say anything for a while.  He was a stoic man, rarely discussing matters with the gang; it was nothing new.  I broke the silence after we hit the half-way point.

“Are you going to tell me what the plan is?” I asked.

He didn’t respond right away, it appeared he had not the words.

“Buck, if it’s bad news, you should tell me,” I said.

“Gracie wouldn’t let up,” he said, “so I told him I was gettin’ hitched.”

I looked at him with a puzzled and confused look.  I never imagined him getting married, and even so I didn’t even know he was dating someone.

“Who are you getting’ married to,” I asked.

“You.”

I started chuckling at his obvious joke, but my humor changed when I noticed he wasn’t joining in on the laugh. 

“You’re kidding, right?”  I said.

“Nope,” he replied.

I was trying to piece it together in my head, but it still wasn’t making sense.  I began to feel faint.

“Buck, stop the bike,” I said.

“We’re almost back-”

“Stop the bike!” I said, interrupting him.

He slowed the cycle down and pulled off in a gravel embankment.  As soon as we were slow enough I jumped off the bike, doubling over while trying to catch my breath.

“You told him that we were gettin’ married,” I said calmly, trying to figure everything out.

“I told Gracie that she should stop pursuing me because I was marrying you.  Connor seemed to buy it well enough.  Besides, it’s not like we weren’t going to get hitched one way or another.”

I realized now that Buck thought we had the chance of not only getting back together, but he assumed we’d be married.  It’s not that I wasn’t interested in him at all.  I still missed all the days we spent together, and knowing the warmth of his big powerful arms.  But, he hadn’t changed at all, and I didn’t want to marry him unless I was his one and only.

“Buck, I’m not marrying you,” I said.

He cocked his eye and gave me a confused look.

“You’re the one that told me to use my words to solve this problem; now you won’t go through with what I decided?”

He crossed his arms and puffed out his chest.  He didn’t look like he was in the mood to argue.

“Why didn’t you just apologize, or marry Gracie instead?  I’m sure if you were with Gracie then you’d make an alliance with the clubs.  If you want to get married so bad, why didn’t you say that?”

He laughed.

“You think I’d marry that little brat?  I don’t want some alliance with his motorcycle club.  There’s only one person on god’s green earth I’d marry, and you’re it.  We just have to get married, Tara.”

I had a feeling that he was about as interested in getting married as I was.

“If I’m hearing you right, it sounds like you just need to be married so Connor won’t be breathing down your back, right?  So we don’t have to stay together or sleep together, nothin’ like that?”

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