Regency Romance: A Duchess in Disguise (Historical 19th Century Victorian Romance) (Duke Fantasy Billionaire Romance) (25 page)

She stood
up,
and Colt grinned
at
her. “Got anything to eat?” he
asked,
and Sherry couldn’t help but laugh.

5

Sherry and Colt had a purely sexual relationship.
And
it stretched on for just over three months. It was hot and
heavy
, and often it was just fucking. He liked to bend her over, and he
really
liked
to have her on top, pawing at her
breasts
while she rode him. He came everywhere, in her mouth, across her face, onto her tits or ass, and often inside of her. Sometimes he would be gone for a few days or even more, and then he would be there late at night, knocking on her door and coming and taking her sexually. He was in control at all times, and she loved it. He got into
fights,
he drank too much, and she loved it. He wasn’t dating her, he didn’t take her out, he didn’t buy her anything, and it was just what Sherry wanted.

Sometimes he opened up to her. They lay in her bed one night, sweating and panting. He had been fucking her after eating her
out,
and then fucking her with her legs thrown over his shoulders.

“You aren’t like other girls,” he said as he got his breathing under control.

“What do you mean?” Sherry asked, looking over
to
him.

“Most chicks want things. Dates… commitment,” he said with a grin in the darkness.

“Fuck that,” Sherry said, and they both laughed. “I came here to get away from a bad relationship,” Sherry said. “I just want to be fucked. Make me come, and we’re good.”

“See. You aren’t like other chicks.”

“That’s
a good
thing. Tell me your name.”

Colt laughed. “I don’t love you. I love to fuck you, but I don’t love you.”

Sherry heard that, and for some
reason,
it stung, even though she was pretty sure she didn’t
love
him either.

Colt went on. “I was in a bad relationship too. She was
a nice
chick. Good
lay
but she just wanted too much from me. Kids. Getting married. I’m not that type of guy.”

Sherry laughed. “I can tell.”

They laughed.

A week or so passed after that, and Colt knew he needed to break things off with Sherry. He was starting
to really like
her, and he
was wanting
more from their relationship. He wasn’t ready for all of
that
and wasn’t ready for another woman to be wanting him to change his ways. If there was going to be a future with Sherry, surely she would want him to stop fighting, and drinking, and worse yet, maybe hang up the biking gear and get a real job. Colt had barely graduated high
school;
there was no way he could hold down some nine to five.

He showed up
to
her apartment when he knew she would
be done
with work. The sky was the deep purple of
evening
, and when she answered the
door,
she was in a towel, fresh from a shower or bath. He hadn’t planned on fucking her one last time, but as soon as she saw him, she dropped the towel, and he
was lost
in her body.

He took it more gently, knowing it might be the last time he slept with her. His kisses were tender, as was his touch. His fingertips traced along her collar bones, down to her nipples. He planted a kiss on her lips and then trailed downwards, down over one of her breasts, and dropping to his knees just inside the door so he could kiss down her flat tummy, and along her shaved pubic area. She lifted a leg and hooked it over his shoulder, and bending his neck, he could trail his tongue along her wet slit.

The tip of his tongue was like velvet as it flicked back and forth over her engorged clit. No man had ever eaten her out while she was standing, and the whole thing was so
exotic
and tender, that it wasn’t long before she was coming, her juices flowing over his chin as he sucked on her clit and her fingers gripped
into
his hair.

He stood and
undressed,
and they went into her bedroom. She tried to take charge, tried to be rough, attempting to push him back so she could ride him, but he took her by the wrist and guided
her,
so she was lying down.

“You going to fuck me?” Sherry breathed in the purple light that came flowing in through the bedroom window.

“I’m going to make love to you,” Colt corrected her, and he moved atop of her, kissing her deeply as he used his hand to guide himself into her.

The biker usually fucked her hard, his hips flying, their pelvis meeting and slapping audibly together in a blur, but now he was pushing deep inside her slowly, and when his skin met hers he pulled back, almost pulling
fully
from her pussy.

“Oh God,” Sherry said, wrapping her legs around him as he rocked slowly atop her, pushing in and out.

His lips explored her body, her neck, her lips, her breasts, anything they could reach. She came again, her pussy spasming around his cock, and still he rocked slowly, unwilling to give in to the urge to just fuck her hard and fast.

She ran her hands along his back, and then down along his side, feeling the muscles there. When he was about to come, he pressed his lips to hers, their mouths open together and his cock jumped once, twice, three times inside of her, filling her with his seed.

They lay together then in the darkness, the purple of
evening
having given way to the black of night while they made love. Colt fell asleep inside of her.

In the
morning,
he broke things off with her.

“Are you serious?” she asked, fresh from a shower and getting dressed for work. He sat naked on the edge of her bed, watching her pull stockings on.

“It’s just… over,” he said with a shrug. He was trying to look as though he didn’t care, but the truth was it hurt him to call it all off.

“Fuck you, get out,” Sherry said, and she tossed his clothes to him.

He didn’t
argue;
he didn’t even speak. He just dressed and left.

A month
went by
. Sherry missed him, realizing that for her at least, it had ended up being more than just sex. He was a bad boy, he did
bad
things, idiotic things, but she knew the real him.
He
had shown her his true side. He was
kind;
he was caring. His father had been a biker, he had grown up in
a certain
life, and he had ended up just like his father, a man who was in prison and would be for the rest of his life.

And then Sherry missed her period. She let it stretch on for a week, but
finally,
she couldn’t put it off any
longer
and she bought a pregnancy test and took it. She was pregnant.

Another month went on, and she went to the doctor. The baby was healthy, growing well, and would be there right
around
Christmas. Sherry smiled when the doctor told her this, but in her car in the parking lot outside of the clinic, she cried. What was she going to do?

There was no question about who the father was. Colt may have been sleeping with other women while they were
together;
she didn’t know one way or the other, but since moving to Happy, he was the only man she had
been with
.

She would keep the
baby;
she knew that much. After a few days of deliberation, she decided Colt needed to know, and he needed to help her. She went to Earl’s one Saturday night.

Colt was there, in front of his fellow Vipers. They laughed and drank, and Colt had a young blonde girl on his lap, wearing a short skirt, and as anyone could very plainly see, no panties.

Colt saw Sherry but didn’t move to
come speak
with her. That was okay to Sherry, she wanted to say what she had to say in front of a crowd, so they would all know. Maybe his friends would talk sense into Colt if he reacted the way she feared. She walked to his table and the talking stopped, and every man and woman there looked at her.

“I’m pregnant,” she said, looking only at Colt. From the corner of her
eye,
she could see some mouths drop open.

Colt just laughed. “Congratulations.”

“It’s yours.”

“I’m too young and good looking to be a father,” Colt cracked, and the other Viper’s all laughed.

“I need your help.”

“I’ll pay for the abortion.”

“I’m keeping it,” Sherry said, anger rising in her voice.

“I don’t care. I won’t have anything to do with it. You’re probably just lying, trying to get me to take you back. It was just about sex, Love. I like to fuck.”

Tears stung Sherry’s eyes, salty and hot, and she realized she had been an idiot.
Of course,
he would be like that. He wouldn’t ever do the right thing. She turned and hurried out of the bar.

6

Days
passed,
and Colt felt worse and worse. He had played the part in front of his friends. He had said what he was expected to say, not what he had
really
wanted to say. He had a few days to focus on what Sherry had said. She was pregnant. It was his. He could be a father, maybe a better one than his own old man. Surely he could do better than that asshole ever had. He could teach the kid right and wrong. Be there for him or her. Like his
own
father never had been.

He made up his mind, and he went to see Sherry. He knocked on her door one evening, but she didn’t answer. He knew she was
home;
her car
was parked
in the parking lot behind the apartment.

“Sherry, I want to apologize,” he said.

She didn’t speak to him. Eventually, he left.

He came back the next night, and then the next. A week of that went by, and on the ninth
straight
evening of him coming to speak to her, she let him in. She
was dressed
in sweatpants and an
oversized
tee shirt. Her belly was already showing.

“What?” 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?”