Biker Daddy by Claire St. Rose

The biker wanted me raw and ready.
Some mistakes haunt you for life.
I let the biker have me exactly how he wanted – wild, reckless, and raw.
Then he left me in his dust, just like everyone said he would.
But he also left a baby in my belly.

It was a mistake to sleep with him.
But God, not many mistakes feel that good.
My knees still quiver at the memory.

His body – chiseled, inked.
His hands – aggressive, strong.
His words – filthier and more dominant than I ever thought possible.
He had me every way he could.
And then he left me alone.
Well, not quite alone.

There was also the matter of the baby.
It’s been a year, and I’ve tried to forget about him.
He’s not coming back – or so I thought.
But when Jackdaw hears he has a son, he comes roaring back in town.
He’s coming to claim what’s his.

My body.
My soul.
And our child.