Moon’s Promise – The Last Riders Read Online Jamie Begley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Crime, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
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“Where are you going?” Larissa looked at him strangely.

“To get Shade. He’s waiting downstairs. I’m going to get him to carry you to the car.”

Larissa gave him a long, drawn-out sigh. “Moon, you are not bringing Shade in here. We’ve talked about this. I’m having the baby here. Go have a seat.” She gestured to a chair on the opposite of the bed. “Priss and Lana are going to set up the birthing pool.”

Determining he was useless until the dizziness passed, he went to sit down. He just needed a couple of minutes. The contractions were ten minutes apart. He still had time to get her to the hospital.

Putting his head in his hand, he tried to think himself better.

“Darn it.”

Moon lifted his head at hearing Priss’ mutter.

“What’s wrong?” Larissa asked.

“The air pump isn’t working. This setup is brand new. It should be working.”

Lana went to the air pump and unplugged it then moved it to another outlet. “It’s not working.”

Priss gave her sister a wry look. “No joke. I’ll drive to the office, get the air pump from the extra birthing pool, and bring it back. I won’t be five minutes.”

“Hurry!” Larissa yelled after her.

Priss didn’t answer; she was already gone.

Moon raised his brows at her when he caught her eyes. “You ready to go to the hospital?”

“No, I’m not,” she snapped.

His heart stopped when he saw her face twist in pain. “You’re having a contraction.”

Larissa’s eyes shot sparks at him. “How do you know?”

“I can tell.”

“Can you tell what I’m thinking, too?”

Moon glanced away from her glare. “Yeah.”

“Good. Then sit there and shut up.”

Moon snapped his mouth shut when Kendra gave him a threatening glare.

Taking out his phone out, he started texting.

“The contractions are coming eight minutes apart, Larissa.” Reaching down, Lana pulled out Larissa ponytail to gather the loose tendrils then tied a tighter ponytail.

As he witnessed the affectionate gesture, he caught Kendra staring at him. Bitch was probably planning how to kill him in his sleep.

Priss was back before the next contraction hit.

“Here we go,” she said, plugging it in.

Nothing happened.

“What in the world? It worked perfectly when I check it out last week.”

“Are you ready to go to the hospital now?” he asked eagerly.

Four sets of female eyes turned on him.

“I’m not going to the hospital.” Larissa’s pearly whites snarled at him. “You’ve been on board with us having the baby here. It’s too late to change your mind.”

“How’s it too late?” Moon looked at Lana. “How far apart are the contractions?”

“Eight minutes.”

“Shade can have you at the hospital in three minutes.”

“Moon …” Larissa grabbed Lana’s arm when she made a movement toward him. “Fix the air pump.”

“I don’t know anything about air pump motors. Train and Rider are the ones who work on the bikes. You want me to—”

He gripped the arm of the chair when Larissa gave a low moan.

A wave of nausea hit him, forcing him to swallow the stomach acid rising into his throat.

Kendra’s critical eyes latched on to his face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Mom. The contractions aren’t as bad as I expected.”

“They’re going to get worse,” she told Larissa matter-of-factly before steering her grave look back toward him. “And I was asking Moon. He looks as if he’s going to hurl.”

“I haven’t had lunch.” Moon started fanning his face. Why was it so fucking hot in this room?

“None of us have. It’s going to be a while. Why don’t you take a break and make yourself a bowl of soup?”

The mention of food turned his stomach. “I’m not hungry.”

Larissa extended her hand to Lana. “I want to move around.”

Moon wanted to get up and help her, but he was afraid if he moved from the chair, he would vomit. His head was still swimming, and there was no way he was going to do another faceplant on the floor.

Off the bed, Larissa went to the air pump. “Priss, go to the garage. There is a tub with a yellow lid. That’s where I store the air mattress for when Mom would come and visit us. Bring that air pump; it might work on the pool.”

“Good call,” Pris replied, already heading for the door.

“Mom, could you quit glaring at Moon? I don’t think he’s feeling well.”

His misery was making the old bitch’s day. He could tell from the amusement plain on her prune face.

“He’s going to pass out.”

Moon glared at Kendra. “I’m not going to pass out. I hit my head when I fell. I think I have a concussion.” Shifting to his other ass cheek when the women all gave him penetrating stares, he lifted his hand to the back of his head. “I feel a lump.”

“You fell face forward,” Kendra informed him drily.

“Let me check.” Lana made a move toward him.

“I should go to the hospital and get an MRI. Larissa and I can go together. That way, I won’t miss the baby being born.”


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