ROMANCE: MC BIKER ROMANCE: Bad Boy Biker's Baby (Bad Boy Alpha Male Motorcycle Club Romance) (Contemporary MC Biker Pregnancy Romance) (79 page)

Chapter Five

They headed over to a mysterious land a good ways away from the castle.  It was a small precipice, only accessible by flight, and when they got there, Asch morphed back into a human.  He patted the ground next to him, and Hilda took a seat next to him.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“Well, I wanted to apologize.  I realized that I made a very hasty judgment on you initially.  I’m sorry, I’m a bit of an ass at first, but I do care.  I care about you a lot, and the fact that you stayed with me makes me happy,” he said.

“Same.  I’m really sorry for making hasty judgments as well.  You’re not a freak, but rather a person that I care about a lot.  I was apprehensive about you when you got hurt.  At first, I thought that you were an asshole, that you didn’t like me because of a social class difference.  But now I realize that I was very quick to judge as well.  I’m so sorry,” she told him.

He looked at her with a glance, nodding in assent.

“I’m sorry too.  I really am.  I should’ve been better, and I should’ve been smarter about my judgments.  I was an ass,” he told her.

“I was an ass too,” she replied.  She realized at that moment that Asch wasn’t a bad person, just a bit rough around the edges.  It was obvious that he did care about her, however, and she felt the same way too.  Was this what love was?  She was okay with it if that was the case.

The two of them both looked at one another, realizing the feelings that they did share were a feeling akin to love.

“I think I’m falling for you, Hilda.  And I think this might work,” he stated.

“I think so too,” she replied.

The two of them pushed their lips together, a hasty and unsure kiss.  It felt strange, and she didn’t know what to do about all of this.  It was obvious that the two of them would need to work something out, and she knew for sure that it would only get better with time.

The two of them started to kiss and mingle their lips softly with one another, both of them lightly moaning against the other person.  Soon, it became a fury of lips, and soon they were hastily kissing and making out with one another.  He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and Hilda accepted it.  He grasped her curvy body, touching it sensually.

Hilda was amazed at how good this felt.  She hadn’t been with a guy in forever, mainly due to the fact she had to take care of her mom.  This didn’t feel like an ordinary encounter, but rather an encounter where she would be able to express the love that she had for this man.

He pushed her down, his lips still against her own, and soon his body started to lightly grind against hers.  He let his hands gently massage against the curves of her body, loving the way she felt under him.  Hilda moaned, her dark hair spread out in all directions.  Asch’s eyes tantalized her, and as his lips continued to dot over hers, he looked at her with a lustful and predatory gaze.  She took a fist full of his silver hair, petting it and touching it.  He let out a small moan, loving the way that it felt. 

It was hot, she had to admit.  She could already feel her pussy wetting with desire, and soon Asch took the liberty to kiss down her body, lightly touching and licking the various areas until he got to her collarbone.  He left a mark there, but Hilda didn’t care. She wanted to be branded by this man, to be taken by this gorgeous stud.

He then pulled her shirt over her head, and Hilda blushed, gasping as his hands reached up to massage her breasts.  She moaned, bucking her hips up as he let his fingers dance against the edge of her breasts before letting the pads of his fingers touch the tip of her nipple.  She moaned, and soon her body craved more attention.  He didn’t waste any time undoing the clasp on her bra, taking off the garment and grasping her luscious and giant breasts.

She blushed as his hands bushed her nipples, the difference in temperature apparent.  She moaned at the sensation, and soon he started to trace his finger against the tip of her nipple before lightly pressing into it.  She let out a gasp, screaming out as she felt him continue to use his hands to manipulate her nipples.  They hardened at his touch, and soon his tongue flicked over the edge of the areola, touching the puckered area until he got to the bud.  He sucked on the nipple, letting his tongue swish over the hard flesh.  She groaned, feeling her body start to become undone through just a few simple touches.  She wanted this, and Asch did as well.

He pulled away, pushing his silver hair back and looking at the flushed, breathy sight in front of him.  He felt his cock lightly twinge in hardness, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he took things further.  He moved his hands down to her pants, taking them off in a swift fashion.  She moaned, feeling the cold air against her clothed pussy.  Of course, he slipped her panties off within seconds of that, and soon she shivered at the sudden exposure.  Asch also took the liberty to shed his shirt and pants as well, the only thing being left on was his boxers.  They were already struggling to hold his aching cock, and Hilda moaned in anticipation as she looked at him.

He suddenly pushed his finger against her clit, moving past the hood to the bundle of nerves.  He stroked the area, lightly pawing at it and making her go crazy under him.  His other finger ghosted against her entrance, circling around the area.  She let out a small series of moans as he continued to do this, pumping his finger in there while his other hand pawed at her clit.  It was only a matter of time before she became a screaming, writhing mess, and Asch knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer.

He pulled down his boxers, grabbing a condom from his small wallet.  He always had one just in case, and soon he sheathed his throbbing member with it.  He spread her legs apart, pushing his throbbing member into her.

She moaned, feeling his cock fill her up completely.  He started to thrust in and out of her, starting off slowly and then moving at a faster pace.  She was screaming out, happy that there wasn’t anyone around to hear them as he began to ravage her body, loving the way her wet pussy took him all the way in.  the sounds of skin slapping against one another and heavy breathing were the only things the two of them could hear right now, and Hilda was happy to oblige this man and make him go crazy with desire.

She was already at her edge, and after a couple of moments, she hit her sweet spot, and she cried out in pleasure.  She felt her hips buck, her pussy tighten, and soon she came hard against him, loving the way that her body tightened around his aching member before she came hard.

At that moment, the tightness of her pussy was enough for him.  He let out a cry as well, feeling his body start to tense up as his cock spilled its release out.  He loved how it felt, and after a moment or so, he slipped out, looking at her.

“So I guess that was it.  It was love,” he said.

“It sure was.  I’m not used to these feelings, but I hope I can get used to them,” she replied.

“You will.  I’m not used to it too.  This is the first time I’ve loved another person, and I’m glad that I do,” he replied.

She nodded, feeling happy with the way everything panned out.  They kissed for a while, cuddling up to one another and enjoying their presence.

The two of them arranged to get married after that.  Gaius made sure that Hilda’s mother was taken care of, and soon she was treated by the best medical professionals out there.  He made sure that all of the bills were taken care of, and soon her mother was back to health.  Her mother was happy to be alive, and she immediately approved of her and Asch together.  Gaius was very nice as well, and even Hilda’s mother thought that he was attractive.

The two of them continued to explore their love for one another, and Hilda realized that she learned something that was more important than anything else.  That was acceptance, a concept that she never really realized could be a problem for her.  She definitely enjoyed the feelings that she got from this, and she knew that although the path was rocky at first, they would be okay with whatever would come about.

The wedding was set a year from when they realized their love, and a year came quickly.  Her mother had recovered back to health, and she was sitting in the front row, watching as her daughter started to walk down the aisle.  She could feel her tears welling in her eyes as Gaius took her hand and escorted her to the front.  She didn’t have anyone else as a father figure, and Gaius took care of both Asch and her equally.  When the preacher said those words, the two of them knew that this was it, that this was the start of the rest of their lives.

The ceremony went without a hitch, and Hilda felt happiness in ways she never expected to feel.  The two of them sealed their marriage with a kiss, and it was obvious that they would be able to have the life that they both wanted without fail.  It would be okay, and it would always be better for the two of them.  After all, they would continue to learn acceptance and understand one another thoroughly.  It would be a journey they both would enjoy, and after a while they would finally understand the way things were, and they would continue to have a great experience with one another no matter what.  After a bit of time, the two of them started to grow to love one another in ways they never expected, learning the core elements of acceptance and understanding their feelings.

The two of them did an action that was special, and that was living happily ever after.  Hilda never thought that she would get to this point in her life, for she always thought that happily ever afters were for those lucky girls, but right now, at that moment, as she got married to him on that platform, she realized that she finally did make her dream come true, and she would live happily ever after - no matter what.

*****

THE END

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The Bear’s Bravery –A Paranormal Shifter Romance

CHAPTER ONE

The two friends stood side by side, skipping stones into the lake and not saying much. Everyone from the tribe, it seemed, did that as a form of therapy; when words were insufficient to capture heartfelt emotions. Then Eric walked back to the boulder and leapt onto it and just sat there staring ahead, lost in thought. Bradley followed after him and gave him a firm grip on the shoulder as a show of empathy.

“It might not be that bad,” he said as he tried to console the young man.

“Easy for you to say; you are over the hill, and you landed a good one,” Eric countered. “Look at me! Do I look at all ready or eager or willing to do any of this now?”

“You really don’t have much of a choice, man,” Bradley told him. “That’s just the way things are. We have lived like this for centuries, and we aren’t worse off because of it.”

“That doesn’t make it right,” Eric snarled. “I should be able to choose who I spend the rest of my life with, under normal circumstances.  I shouldn’t be forced into it just because I happened to be born this way.”

“But you were born this way, Eric, and you know well the consequences of not obeying. Our forefathers have been known to protect us, and we get to keep our abilities as a reward for it.”

“Yeah, well maybe I’m better off without it,” Eric said, heaving an exasperated sigh.

“You don’t mean that,” Bradley said to him. “You’ll see; you will look back on this moment soon enough and laugh at yourself. Who knows, you might get to save the girl of your dreams.”

“The rules don’t even make sense,” Eric continued to protest. “Why twenty-five? Why not when I’m forty and don’t care who I end up with. It’s stupid.”

“Careful now,” Bradley said as he looked around. “You are bordering on blasphemy now.” The two sat in silence for a few moments after that as Eric stewed some more. “Twenty-five is the prime of our lives, and it’s the time when the spirits dole out their richest blessings on us. We are at our best in those years; good strong men who will lead the next generation of bears into this tribe.”

“How come the wolves get to stay within their pack, and vampires live free? Why do I have to do this? I don’t even have someone I’d like to save at the moment. I haven’t fallen in love as yet. What if the woman I “choose”, or the one the spirits choose for me, isn’t one I can fall in love with?”

“I know it’s scary, Eric, but it has to be done. Each of us has to go through that when we get to twenty-five, and you will be at that age tomorrow. It should be a cause for celebration. Plus, do you think the wolves like the idea of staying within the pack? What if they don’t like any of the women there?”

“I guess you are right,” Eric conceded. “It comes with the territory, and we don’t get to choose, one way or another.”

“Right. Just imagine you are a vampire, and you fall for a human. Imagine the horror of trying not to eat your date every chance you get.”

Eric laughed. “At least I don’t have to go through that. I get your point,” he said, glancing over at Bradley. “Win some, lose some.”

“You will be fine,” Bradley said as he stood. “In the meantime, I think there is a little lady waiting for me at home. Catch you later, and chin up.”

“Yeah, later man,” Eric said as he watched his friend go.

Bradley had had to go through the same ritual two years ago as Eric now faced. But instead of dancing around the fire, or getting weird tattoos, or drinking some potion the medicine man made as some tribes did, he got a ritual for life. His life was officially defined after the age of twenty-five, and he dreaded what would happen next. According to his tribe’s customs, the spirits choose the partners of the male bears according to the life they first save after they come of age.

Eric couldn’t remember saving anyone before, so now his fear was split down the middle. What if he never saved anyone? Would he be cursed to go through life alone? And on the other hand, what if he saved a woman he wasn’t even attracted to? What would happen if he saved a girl he liked who didn’t like who he truly was? He shook his head as he tried to dispel the thoughts running amuck in his mind.

In his human form, his mind was more intolerable, and he often sought refuge in his true self, as he did now. Slowly he climbed down from the boulder and slipped out of his clothes. He stood there for a second in the nude, feeling the cold air wash over his bare skin. He closed his eyes as he tried not to think about how different his life would be after tomorrow. Slowly he could feel his body rippling as he replaced smooth skin with fur, and landed on his paws. He growled long and loud as he tried to release his tension and then ran off into the bushes.

“Do you think he will be alright?” Bradley turned when he heard Michael, appointed leader of the bears.

“You know Eric; he always has to put on a show of defiance. I think he is more concerned about what the woman will look like, rather than the actual ritual itself.”

“Hmm,” Michael grunted. “Then the woman the spirits choose will be exactly what he needs.”

“I hope he is ready for that,” Bradley said.

Their customs have always worked before, and the spirits never failed to guide them. He didn’t doubt they would do the same for Eric. He could only hope the man was strong enough to receive what was about to be given to him.

CHAPTER TWO

Eric stood staring ahead as Michael chanted and traced indigenous lines on his forehead with medicinal oils. He could see the smiles and nods of approval as he headed for the gallows. He wondered how he had never placed much significance on this event until now. His mind was a hollow, empty cavern at present, and he tried desperately to fill it with images of past joys and conquests. Never again could he be careless with his actions, for one wrong move could send him propelling into the arms of a woman he didn’t want to be with. Maybe he could hide out and wait it out. Perhaps there was some timeline to it that...

He felt someone nudge him then, and he snapped back to consciousness. It was over. At least for the rest of them. For him, it had only just begun.

“Don’t look so glum,” Bradley said as he slapped him on the shoulder and pulled him aside. “It isn’t as bad as you are making it out to be.”

“That depends on your definition of the word. It looks horrendous from this angle,” he said, glancing around.

“Eric, all you need to do is live your life as you always have. You have a nice office with an assistant manager position under your belt, and tons of girls to date,” Bradley said as a nostalgic air overtook him.

Eric creased his brow and ruffled Bradley’s hair. “Don’t even think about it. Eva’s a nice girl.”

“Look, I didn’t say anything,” Bradley countered in a hushed tone.

“You didn’t have to,” Eric told him. “By the way, how did you save her?”

“I work as an EMT technician on an ambulance; she just happened to be the first person I saved after the ceremony,” he told him. “I didn’t even have to look very far.” Just then Eric’s face lit up like Rudolph’s nose on Christmas Eve. “What’s that look, Eric?” Bradley asked as he saw the suspicious look on his friend’s face.

“Do you think the elders would know the difference if the save was manipulated?” he asked as he winked and walked off.

“Don’t even think about it. Life has a way of screwing us over when we least expect it. Just go about your day as usual and when it happens, it happens.”

“Easy for you to say. I don’t wish to sit and wait on fate,” Eric said as he got to the clearing and pressed the alarm button on his keychain. 

“Just be careful; it could backfire,” Bradley warned.

“Aren’t I always?” Eric said as he gave him a sneaky look and backed out of the open space.

Bradley stood there watching him as his taillights disappeared in the distance. “He will adjust,” Eva said as she came upon him.

Bradley turned to her and smiled, as he brushed a wisp of hair that lingered on her forehead. He loved her, and she wasn’t a bad woman to be stuck to. She had beauty and ambition and grace. Still, he only wished he had gotten the same idea as Eric. “Come on,” he said. He slipped his hand around her shoulder, and they walked back to the reservation.

****

If there was ever a time that Eric’s senses were acute, it was at that moment when he was painfully aware of what was thrust upon him and what he needed to do to avert it. Normally he would have been speeding along, as carefree as any other twenty-five-year-old in possession of a jaguar would be, but not this time.  This time he kept his eyes trained on the speedometer, going just about or below the speed limit. He even stopped at four-way signs and made turn signals, and he felt ridiculous doing it.

Eric wasn’t a by the book type of man, and he resented that he even had that assistant manager position, because people expected him to be a certain way. But the bears felt he needed a reputable career, so they had stuck him behind a desk. He felt like a shadow of himself, and now with this new addition, he could have easily been possessed by another being.

He stopped the car in the middle of the road and screamed while banging his head on the steering wheel. When the heaving in his chest subsided, the car rolled into motion again, and he drifted off to his apartment.

A few days later and Eric was no more comfortable than the day of his ‘rite of passage’. Paranoia did not accurately describe the state of frightfulness that crippled him.

“Hello?” he barked into the receiver as he grabbed it from the cradle.

“Mr. Colburn, there is a Kimberly here to see you,” his secretary said on the other end.

“Send her in,” he said as he gulped and straightened his tie. There was no certainty that this would work, but it warranted an attempt. “Kimberly,” he said as he stood and flashed her a broad grin.

“What’s this about Eric? You aren’t usually the one calling,” she said as she sashayed into the room, her curves spanning the breadth of the space.  He eyed her as she moved closer, her long black hair glistening under the fluorescent lighting. He wouldn’t have any problem calling her his own.

“I need you to do something for me,” he told her.

“You mean, that thing that I always do for you?” she asked as she traced her lips with her tongue and fingered his tie.

“Something else,” he told her. He gripped her arm and led her out of the office.

“What is wrong with you today?” she asked, skipping along. “You’re acting weird.”

“I am feeling a little weird,” he told her as he pushed the heavy glass door aside that separated them from the busy intersection not ten feet away.

“Eric, what is going on?” she asked, tugging her hand away.

He stood there looking panicked, like a drug addict looking for his next score after days of nothing. Then, without warning, he knocked her into the street. The next thing he heard were tires screeching. He charged ahead and yanked her back.

CHAPTER THREE

“Is she alright?” he heard the man ask as he alighted from the car. “She came out of nowhere.”

“Yes, she is fine,” Eric said, holding her to him and smiling. “Everything is fine now.”

Kimberly was shaking like a leaf as she clung to him like a cat on a light pole. He smoothed her hair back as he tried to lead her inside. The driver, reassured that she was doing alright, nodded and returned to his car. Eric was halfway to the door when Kimberly suddenly pushed him away.

“What the hell was that?” she asked, fury overtaking her.

“What the hell was what?” he asked her as if he didn’t know what she was talking about. “You tripped and fell into the street, and I pulled you back.”

“I tripped?!” she cried. “You knocked me into the street. Why would you do that? Just so you could pull me back in?”

This was not the end he had foreseen. He had expected there to be some heavenly chorus being sung by now, and for her to have love in her eyes. Instead, all he saw was anger. “Forget it, sorry,” he said. He walked back inside. She did not follow.

Eric spent the rest of the day nursing his dejection until he left the office a half hour earlier than usual. He had to get something strong into his system. And strong meant Connors’.

“Hey, Eric! Over here!” he heard someone call from across the room, signaling him to the booth he occupied every week at his favorite drinking spot. He skirted some waitresses who batted their lashes at him and nodded while trying to appear normal. But he was far from it.

“Isn’t it a little too early for booze?” Simon asked as Eric sat down.

“Are you asking me or telling yourself?” Eric asked. He caught the glass as Simon slid over.

“What’s got you all riled up?” Matt asked while he sipped beer from his mug.

“Who said I was riled up?” Eric asked. He then downed the contents of the glass, and his face contorted as he did. “What was that?”

“Brandy,” Matt said and laughed. “Grown men stuff.”

“Tastes like ass,” Eric said as he tried to get the taste out of his mouth. “I’ll have some beers instead.”

“So, really man, what’s eating you?” Simon followed up.

“Nah, I’m good. Plus, if something was eating me up I came here to get away from it; not to discuss it,” he said. He reached for the mug the woman had just set down. “So let’s drink.”