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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“Get up on your knees, baby,” he commanded.

I rose onto all fours and backed toward the end of the bed.

“Your ass is beautiful,” he moaned, rubbing his hands over my peachy curves.

In this position I felt more exposed to him, more open, all of me on display and begging to be fucked. Standing behind me, he rolled his cock up and down the length of my sex, teasing me, arousing me beyond definition before pushing himself slowly and purposely into me. His groan was saturated with desire and his fingers dug into the flesh of my ass as he began to rock into me.

My body was already ignited by two previous orgasms, but Caleb’s slow, controlled thrusts detonated a third, this one coming from somewhere deep inside. I arched my head back and cried out, inspiring Caleb to speed up, to chase his own climax. He grabbed my hips and drove into me, drawing my pleasure out as he pursued his, grinding against me and making me insane until he finally shuddered and rasped my name in pleasure.

He stilled and held me against him, and I could feel his cock pulsing into me as he filled me with cum.

When the gentle throbs stopped and our euphoria receded, he pulled out of me and guided me down onto the bed with him and wrapped his big arms around me. One hand slid down to my round belly, and even though I couldn’t see him, I felt him close his eyes and heard him exhale contently.

“Thank you,” he whispered into the back of my head.

“For what?” I asked after a pause.

His voice was thick. “For everything.”

We arrived back in Destiny the next day.

It had been a long trip back from Maryland, and by the time we pulled into our apartment complex, it was dark and I was exhausted.

Caleb dragged our suitcase behind him as we made our way across the parking lot and up the stairs. But halfway up the steps I stopped and glanced over my shoulder. Out of the blue I felt . . . watched.

Goosebumps prickled my skin.

“Are you okay?” Caleb asked, placing a hand on the small of my back.

I shivered.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, searching the shadows of the parking lot. I couldn’t see anything out there, but a cold unease trickled through my veins.

He looked concerned. “You sure?”

I nodded and started walking again. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

We continued up the stairs to the front door where there was a parcel sitting on the step.

“Have you been ordering more things online?” he asked.

In the last couple of weeks I’d received a few packages in the mail because buying online was sometimes a lot cheaper than buying in stores.

“Hey, this kid needs stuff,” I said, opening the door while he picked up the box.

Inside, I switched on the light and Caleb handed me the package. It didn’t weigh much for a box that took two hands to hold. I gave it a little shake trying to remember what I had recently purchased, and whatever was inside, rattled. There was no address label so I had no idea where it was from.

Grabbing the box cutter from a drawer in the kitchen, I sliced open the tape. But as I lifted the cardboard flaps, I gasped and stepped back in horror.

The box was full of decapitated doll heads.

CALEB

Fury ripped through me, unrestrained and ferocious. It was a violent throb in my head. Those doll heads made me want to go medieval on someone’s ass.

Honey sat on the couch, her head in her hands.

“We have to call the police.” She trembled.

“The police won’t be able to do anything.”

She raised her head. Through her tears, her eyes were sharp. “We’re calling the police.”

“This is someone’s idea of a sick joke.”

“Sick joke? Are you kidding me! It’s a threat, Caleb. Directed right at me and the baby.”

“We don’t know that. The box wasn’t addressed to anybody.”

“It’s my address.”

“No, it’s our address.” I sighed and rubbed my head, not sure how to approach the topic. “Listen, there’s something I haven’t told you.”

Her head shot up and her eyes darted to mine. “What?”

I looked for the words to explain the situation in the least creepiest way.

“I have this . . . I guess you’d call it a secret admirer. I have no idea who she is or what she thinks she’s doing.” Guilt rolled through me. I should’ve told her sooner about the gifts. But in the bigger picture, my secret admirer was the least of my priorities. And the gifts she’d sent had never been as sinister as this. “To be honest, I didn’t really give her much thought.”

“What do you mean?”

“I never though for a moment she would send something here. They always come to the studio.”

“You mean you’ve been sent stuff before?”

“Nothing like this.”


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