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    Taming The Biker: The Biker, #5
    Taming The Biker: The Biker, #5
    Taming The Biker: The Biker, #5
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    Taming The Biker: The Biker, #5

    By Cassie Alexandra and K.L. Middleton

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    A FREE biker MC romance written by USA Today Bestselling Author Cassie Alexandra.

     

    After a short fling with hell-raising womanizer, Taylor (Tail) Adams, Lauren Macey discovers that she's pregnant with the biker's child. Knowing that the MC lifestyle isn't what she wants for their baby, and that Tail isn't exactly 'father' material, Lauren decides not to tell him. This proves challenging, especially when she realizes that he isn't ready to end their affair…

     

    This story contains crude language, sexual situations, and violence. Is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Please do not buy if any of this offends you. This is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a true depiction of a motorcycle club. It was written for entertainment only.

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDark Shadows Publishing
    Release dateJun 14, 2019
    ISBN9781524230906
    Taming The Biker: The Biker, #5
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    Cassie Alexandra

    USA Today bestselling author Cassie Alexandra (pen name of NY Times Bestselling Author, Kristen Middleton) has published over 40 titles since 2011. She writes romance, horror, fantasy, and suspense thrillers.  www.kristenmiddleton.com www.cassiealexandrabooks.com

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      Prologue

      Taylor

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      Seven years before...

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      I LOOKED UP at the clock; it was almost nine p.m.

      Where in the fuck are you?

      I wasn’t sure whether to be pissed off at my girl or worried about her welfare. Amber, who I’d been dating for three months, wasn’t answering my calls or texts and we had a party to go to. She was supposed to have picked me up thirty minutes ago and was never late. Unfortunately, I’d gotten my keys taken away the weekend before by my old man. He’d found out that I’d been drinking and driving. Needless to say, shit had hit the roof.

      Dammit, I mumbled out loud as I paced back and forth in the kitchen. "She’d better have a good fucking excuse, that’s all I can say. Especially tonight."

      The party was for my best friend, Carter. It was his eighteenth birthday and his older brother, Drew, was throwing a huge kegger for him.

      Scott, my old man, walked into the kitchen. He was wearing grey overalls covered in white paint, and looked exhausted.

      What’s wrong? he asked, opening up the refrigerator. He grabbed a beer, cracked the can open, and took a long sip. 

      I checked my cell phone again.

      Still nothing from Amber.

      I’m supposed to be at Carter’s. Amber hasn’t shown and I don’t know what the hell is going on. I sighed. Can I just get my keys back?

      He belched. Sure. On Monday.

      Look, I know I screwed up, I told him, leaning against the kitchen counter. It won’t happen again. I’ll even stay over at Carter’s tonight if I have anything to drink.

      Sorry, son, but that’s not going to happen. You know the rules, he replied, sitting down at the kitchen table. He stretched his legs out, grabbed a pack of cigarettes that were sitting on the table, and lit one up.

      But, it’s Carter’s birthday, I snapped angrily. Can’t you just cut me some slack?

      Cut you some slack? I think I’ve already done too much of that, Scott replied through a cloud of smoke. He frowned. You know, it’s bad enough that you were drinking underage, but you did it on your motorcycle, Taylor. If you’re going to be doing that shit, you may as well just lie down in the middle of the road and wait for death.

      I only had a couple of beers, I replied, frustrated. I wasn’t even buzzed.

      It doesn’t matter. You knew the rules, he repeated, and you broke them. Now you’ve got to face the consequences. Frankly, you’re lucky I’m giving you the keys back on Monday.

      From the stubborn look on his face, I knew he wouldn’t budge. Can I borrow your truck then? 

      It’s like talking to a wall, he muttered, rubbing his jaw. No, you can’t borrow my truck.

      What about Sheila’s van? 

      I was desperate. The last thing I wanted was to show up at Carter’s party, in my stepmom’s mini-van, but it was better than not showing at all.

      No. Face it – you’re not driving anything tonight. Hell, I shouldn’t even let you out of the house.

      I have to be there. He’s my best friend. You know that.

      He stared at me for a few minutes and nodded toward the window. If it’s so important to you, why don’t you just hoof it?

      I looked at the clock again. He lived about six miles away. It was May and the walk was definitely manageable.

      Maybe I could get ahold of Amber along the way, too?

      Fine. I’m not going to be a no-show. He wouldn’t do that to me.

      Scott sighed. Fuck it. I’ll drop you off. I’m not going to let you walk. Too many drunken assholes out there. Some of them on motorcycles, even.

      Thanks, I said, ignoring the dig.

      He stabbed out his cigarette and nodded. Let’s go. We’ll take my truck. I’ll even let you drive.

      Swell, I replied dryly.

      Don’t be an asshole, Taylor. You’re lucky I’m doing this for you.

      I know, I said, forcing a smile onto my face. I appreciate it.

      You’d better.

      I grabbed my leather jacket and followed him out to the garage.

      THE PARTY WAS in full swing when we arrived at the house, which looked like a palace compared to our place. Scott was a carpenter and Sheila worked part time as a bartender at a dive called Sal’s. Funds were tight, our house was small, but I had to admit – life with them wasn’t too bad. Carter’s family, on the other hand, had a shitload of money, his parents were always fighting, and he couldn’t wait to go to college next fall. It made me appreciate what I had. My old man could be a prick sometimes, but overall, he treated me fairly. The truth was, I usually deserved whatever he was dishing out.

      Are his parents home? asked Scott, frowning at the number of cars parked up and down the street. Fortunately, Carter’s house was far enough away from his neighbors that the party wasn’t disturbing anyone. Not yet, anyway. The cops had been over on a couple of occasions, back when his older brother had been living at home. Once, when Carter and I were fifteen, we’d stolen some beer during one of Drew’s shindigs, and proceeded to get shitfaced in the guest-house. When the cops arrived, three older girls had snuck in as well to evade the cops, and before the end of the night, both of us had lost our virginity. It had been one hell of a night.

      His brother Drew is back from college, I said. He’s keeping things under control.

      That’s comforting, he replied dryly.

      Everything is cool, I said, pulling up to the front of the house. It’s just a party.

      That’s what I’m worried about, he said, gawking at two chicks walking into the house, wearing miniskirts and high-heels. He grinned. Maybe I should come in and make sure Drew doesn’t have too much to handle. Some of the girls walking inside look like trouble.

      I snorted. What would Sheila say? 

      Sheila would think I was doing a good deed.

      Sure she would.

      A couple of other girls walked out of the house and Scott pretended to wipe the drool from his chin. I can’t believe their mothers let them go out in those dresses.

      They probably borrowed them from their MILF mothers, I said, wondering what Amber was wearing. As far as I was concerned, she could wear a garbage bag and still look sexy.

      He laughed. I bet. Damn, I was born in the wrong generation. I’d be all over some of these hotties if I were you.

      Aren’t you supposed to be telling me to keep my hands off? I asked dryly.

      Just keep your dick wrapped, son, and you can put your hands anywhere you want, he said, checking out two blondes that were walking side-by-side toward the house. You ever get with either of them? 

      No. Amber’s my girl. You know that. 

      You’re too young to be with one girl.

      I sighed.

      It was the same conversation. He thought we were getting too serious. Maybe we were, but she was a wildcat in bed and I was starting to have some real feelings for her.

      I know. I’m just saying that you should keep your options open. You’re young and, he grinned, you’ve got your old man’s looks. I see the way the girls look at you. Don’t waste all of that on one. Not at this age, at least.

      Scott had been a ‘player’ in his younger years. He’d once bragged that he’d had sex with over eighty chicks, and that was just in a five-year span. Claimed it happened when he was in college and on the hockey team. Apparently, he’d shot his puck into so many holes, they’d started calling him Slap-Scott. This had more to do with the fact he’d been slapped in public, on more than a few occasions, by jealous ex-lovers.  Unfortunately, it had all come to an end when he’d broken his wrist, which not only ended his hockey career, but his wild sex life. It was a year later that he’d met up with my mother. I couldn’t remember much about her myself; she’d died when I was four in a car accident. I still had some pictures of the three of us, though. I could tell how much Scott had loved her and how much she’d loved the two of us.

      I hear you, I said, not wanting to get into it.

      I hope so. Listen, let me know if you need a ride home later, he said, getting out of the truck.

      I will. Thanks. I got out too and scanned the cars parked along the side of the road. When I spied Amber’s white Jeep, I frowned. 

      What in the hell?

      What’s wrong? he asked, noticing my expression.

      Nothing. I’ll catch ya later, I said, shoving my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket.

      He got into the driver’s side of the vehicle. Remember, call me if you need a ride home.

      Thanks, I replied, walking away with my head down. The last thing I wanted was to get shit from one of the other guys at school seeing me get dropped off by my old man.

      Hey, Taylor, said a girl’s voice in the darkness as I headed toward the front door.

      I looked over to the side of the house and noticed Lauren Macey standing alone in the shadows. She was Carter’s latest conquest, a pretty girl with reddish- brown hair, large green eyes, and a body that could very well be in a Victoria’s Secret commercial. Although he hadn’t gotten down her pants yet, I knew he was hoping to do it tonight. They’d already been on a few dates and he claimed she was a tease. Unlike Amber, who’d had her hand down my pants halfway through the horror flick we’d gone to, on our first date.

      Hey. What’s up? I asked, wondering what she was doing outside by herself.

      Lauren, who was wearing white shorts and a thin blue shirt, shivered. I need a ride home, she said, rubbing her arms to try and warm up.

      Already? I stepped closer. When I noticed her red-rimmed eyes, I frowned. What’s wrong?

      Lauren’s cheeks turned red. Nothing. I just... I want to get the hell out of here, she answered in a husky voice.

      Where’s Carter?

      She jerked her chin toward the house. In there. By now, probably getting laid.

      My eyes widened. What? Really?

      She smiled bitterly. Yeah. I walked in on him and some girl messing around in his bedroom, about ten minutes ago.

      No way.

      Yeah. What a fucking asshole.

      It didn’t exactly surprise me. Carter was a pig and he even used to keep a roster of the number of girls he’d banged. I used to be a player too, before Amber took me out of the game. Who was he with?

      I’m not sure. He was tickling her on the bed and I couldn’t see her face.

      Was he hammered? I asked.

      Does it matter? she said, staring at me like I was from another planet. "We’re supposed to be... I don’t know...

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