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    Bearing His Ink: Anarchy's Horsemen MC, #2
    Bearing His Ink: Anarchy's Horsemen MC, #2
    Bearing His Ink: Anarchy's Horsemen MC, #2
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    Bearing His Ink: Anarchy's Horsemen MC, #2

    By Zoey Parker

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    Bearing His Ink is book 2 of the Anarchy's Horsemen MC trilogy. Book 3, Bearing His Name, is available everywhere now!

    SHE NEVER DREAMED SHE'D END UP BEARING MY SEED.

    One night of fun never hurt anybody, right?
    Wrong. Dead wrong.
    Her moans lasted from dusk 'til dawn.
    But the baby I left in her belly will be around for a lot longer than that.

    She thought I'd give her a night of fun, and nothing else.
    But I had different plans in mind.
    My clubhouse is not an amusement park.
    And I'm no f**king carnie.

    So when the little princess asked for a taste, I gave her a lot more than that.
    I tied her to my bed and made her utterly mine.
    I ruined her for all other men.
    And when I was finished, I kicked her out… never to be seen again.

    Or so I thought.

    But six weeks later, she's on my doorstep again.
    Does she want another go at the bad boy biker?
    Not exactly.

    She wants to let me know:
    There's a baby in her belly.

    And it belongs to me.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSopris Page Press
    Release dateFeb 11, 2019
    ISBN9781386445500
    Bearing His Ink: Anarchy's Horsemen MC, #2

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      Bearing His Ink - Zoey Parker

      BEARING HIS INK: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Anarchy’s Horsemen MC Book 2)

      By Zoey Parker

      SHE NEVER DREAMED SHE’D END UP BEARING MY SEED.

      One night of fun never hurt anybody, right?

      Wrong. Dead wrong.

      Her moans lasted from dusk ‘til dawn.

      But the baby I left in her belly will be around for a lot longer than that.

      She thought I’d give her a night of fun, and nothing else.

      But I had different plans in mind.

      My clubhouse is not an amusement park.

      And I’m no f**king carnie.

      So when the little princess asked for a taste, I gave her a lot more than that.

      I tied her to my bed and made her utterly mine.

      I ruined her for all other men.

      And when I was finished, I kicked her out... never to be seen again.

      Or so I thought.

      But six weeks later, she’s on my doorstep again.

      Does she want another go at the bad boy biker?

      Not exactly.

      She wants to let me know:

      There’s a baby in her belly.

      And it belongs to me.

      Chapter 1

      Asher

      Y ou can sleep in here , I told Carol, taking her down the hall to the spare bedroom. It wasn’t the nicest place in the world, but it was clean, had a bed, and she wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone else. The bathroom is just across the hall. I pointed back over my shoulder with my thumb.

      Carol fidgeted. She crossed her arms beneath her full breasts and propped herself on one hip. Are you sure about this? she asked me. The urge to kiss the worry right off those lips was pretty intense, but I ignored it. There would be time for that later, I promised myself.

      Yeah, why not? No one else is using it.

      She looked over at me, considering. I should at least pick up some clothes from home, she said, sounding uncertain. I didn’t really bring anything. I wasn’t expecting this.

      I thought about that. Of course, she was right. There was no way she could wear the same clothing every day for a week. That was downright ridiculous. A sly smile spread across my face as I thought of alternatives to that. Most of them involving her not bothering with little things like clothing. I was pretty sure I could find some things for the two of us together that wouldn’t require any sort of attire.

      Clearing my throat, I reminded myself this was about the baby and giving her enough time to think about what she really wanted.

      And what I really want, I added silently.

      A baby probably wasn’t it, but how could I just ignore the possibility after my lieutenants all but ordered me to go knock someone up and then lo and behold I do just that? And she shows up on my doorstep, making me think maybe someone somewhere out there is trying to not so subtlety tell me something.

      Or maybe it was just all in my head. Either way, I just needed a damn minute to think things through. I probably wasn’t going to want to keep it, and neither was she, but a week was a short time to give yourself for a little peace of mind later on.

      I can get you some things, I said finally, finding both my voice and my filter. I didn’t want to say anything that was going to send her packing before she’d even unpacked, so to speak. It’s not like you need a lot. It’s only a week.

      She looked unconvinced but lifted her shoulders. Okay. Well, I need panties and bras and a couple pairs of pants and shirts... She continued to list off what she’d need, clothing, toiletries, the whole nine yards, but I wasn’t listening. I’d gotten lost somewhere around bras.

      The bulge in my jeans was straining again, reminding me that I hadn’t taken care of it earlier, despite my increasing desire to do so. I hadn’t wanted to scare her off downstairs or make her change her mind about the week, so I hadn’t pressed our kiss into something more, but it wasn’t for lack of desire.

      Hey, did you get all that?

      I blinked at her, focusing on the here and now. She was waving a thin, delicate hand in front of my face to get my attention. I might have been a little embarrassed if she weren’t blushing a little, like maybe she’d figured out what I was thinking.

      Why don’t you make a list, I suggested rather than admitting that I’d zoned out imagining her in bras and panties and then nothing all over again. Include sizes, I added, letting my gaze drop down the length of her body, focusing on her full breasts and those hips that were not in the least disguised by that pretty little periwinkle dress of hers.

      She straightened herself up, then nodded. Fine. She turned then to head into her new room, but paused, lingering in the doorway. Looking back over her shoulder at me, she asked, Are you sure you want to buy all of this stuff? I mean, I have all of it at home... She trailed off and shrugged.

      It was true: she had all of that at home. And probably her clothes were going to cost a small fortune thanks to how women’s clothing worked these days, but I’d rather pay it than have her go home. It seemed stupid, but I had the sense that if she went home, there was a very real possibility she wouldn’t come back here. She’d end up talking herself out of our little one-week deal, probably come clean with daddy dearest, and get rid of the baby in a matter of hours.

      And when I thought of it like that, it seemed a fairly small price to pay.

      I’m sure, I told her firmly, leaning against the doorframe, watching her. In fact, I think we should get you settled in here and then you should come with me to go shopping. Forget the list. You can go try things on.

      Her eyebrows lifted in surprise, but I felt a grin spread across my lips. This was a great idea, I suddenly realized. If I took her shopping with me, then she’d get the chance to try everything on, and maybe if I snuck into the dressing room with her... I imagined pressing her against the wall in the dressing room. There’d be mirrors, and I could watch her as I drove myself inside her. Definitely an enticing thought.

      Yes, that was definitely what I was going to have to do.

      You want to take me shopping? she asked suspiciously.

      I nodded. I do. I probably wouldn’t pick out the same things you would, and I want you to be comfortable. I also want the chance to fuck you in the dressing room, but I had a feeling I’d have better luck convincing her to do something like that when we were there, rather than here and now where she would have a chance to be more reasonable.

      She mulled it over in her head, then shrugged her shoulders. Sure, I guess. She hesitated, then said, Can we go to that mall over in Wilmot? I know it’s a bit of a drive...

      I shrugged. Sure, that’s fine. In fact, now that she’d suggested it, I thought it was a really good plan. Around town, people knew me. The wrong kind of people. Although I was trying to debate whether or not I wanted her in my life—or the family and the stability she promised—I wasn’t sure if I wanted to throw her to the wolves. There were dangerous aspects of being the head of the local motorcycle gang, and I wasn’t interested in passing those on to her. Not if she wasn’t going to stick around.

      She asked to use the bathroom to freshen up, then we headed out. We took her car because she insisted. There’s no space on a bike for shopping bags, she told me, and I conceded the point, though I was suddenly uneasy about just how much she intended to buy.

      Wilmot was half an hour outside of town. It was one of those oddball places that were between one tourist town and the next. Mostly it was a set of chain restaurants set up to look like old-timey tourist traps and a few strip malls with

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