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  Biker Baby

  Kings of Mayhem MC Series Book 3

  Penny Dee

  Copyright 2019 Penny Dee

  All Rights Reserved

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental.

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  I was about to make a huge mistake.

  And when I say huge, I mean, approximately ten inches’ worth of mistake.

  But after the week I’d had, this was just what I needed. A night of big bad mistakes with a big bad biker.

  HONEY SCOTT

  Finding out your boyfriend is a cheating loser is a real buzz kill. Finding out you’re actually the other woman, is devastating. Call it temporary insanity, but I decide the best way to get over the loser I’d dated for two years is to get under a biker with tattoos, dimples and a hard body he knows how to use.

  He’s going to make everything better with numerous mind-blowing orgasms. But just for one night.

  Except one faulty condom means my one-night stand isn’t so one-night after all.

  CALEB CALLEY

  After a night of insane sex, the beautiful blue-eyed brunette gave me the slip. And even with all the women on offer afterwards, I can’t get her off my mind. So when she turns up at the Kings of Mayhem MC compound I’m quick to give her a second night of amazing sex and crazy orgasms. But this time, I’m not ready to let her go.

  There’s just one problem— she’s not interested.

  But if she thinks she’s going to give me the slip again, then she’s got another thing coming. I know she is keeping a secret from me but I don’t care what it is. I want her and I’m going to make her mine.

  Biker Baby, book three in the Kings of Mayhem MC series. It can be read as a standalone but reading the first two books in the series is recommended.

  To all those dreamers out there,

  Sometimes you just gotta go for it!

  The Calley Family

  Hutch Calley (deceased) married Sybil Stone

  Griffin Calley

  Garrett Calley (deceased)

  Griffin Calley married Peggy Russell

  Isaac Calley (deceased)

  Abby Calley

  Garrett Calley married Veronica Western

  Chance Calley

  Cade Calley

  Caleb Calley

  Chastity Calley

  The Parrish Family

  Jude Parrish married Connie Walker

  Jackson Parrish

  Samuel Parrish (deceased)

  Jackie Parrish married Lady Winter

  Bolt Parrish

  Indigo Parrish

  The Western Family

  Michael ‘Bull’ Western

  Veronica ‘Ronnie’ Western

  Bull (President)

  Cade (VP)

  Caleb

  Grunt (SIA)

  Davey

  Vader

  Joker

  Cool Hand

  Griffin

  Matlock

  Maverick

  Tully

  Nitro

  Hawke

  Ari

  Picasso

  Caveman

  Chance (on tour)

  Reuben (honorary member)

  Employees of the Kings

  Red (Chef, clubhouse housekeeper)

  Mrs Stephens (Bookkeeper, administration)

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Path of Family

  Kings of Mayhem MC

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty-One

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Fifty-Five

  Chapter Fifty-Six

  Epilogue

  Connect With Me Online

  About the Author

  HONEY

  I was about to make a huge mistake.

  And when I say huge, I mean, approximately ten inches’ worth of mistake.

  But after the week I’d had, it was just what I needed. A night of big bad mistakes with a big bad cock.

  I focused on the mouth moving sensually over mine. The way this guy kissed had me pulsing in places I hadn’t pulsed in months.

  “What’s your name again?” The guy with the tattoos and all those muscles asked between kisses.

  “Let’s just keep that to ourselves,” I said, drawing his mouth to mine again and kissing him hard. “It adds to the mystery, don’t you think?”

  We tumbled through the door to the motel room we had just paid for. The guy behind the counter had hardly batted an eye at us when he took down our details. And I shouldn’t be surprised. This place probably rented rooms by the hour.

  We fell into the room, and the man who was kissing me into nirvana kicked the door closed behind us and pressed me up against the wall.

  He pulled away briefly and his eyes rolled over me, they were full of heat. “You’re so fucking hot.”

  I grinned and tugged at his belt buckle. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  When my
hand brushed over the hardness punching against his zipper, I gasped. My hand went in for a second look. Holy hell. This guy was packing a giant erection.

  An unfamiliar thrill ran through me.

  This guy was something else. He had muscles for miles and the type of height that commanded everyone’s attention.

  I dropped to my knees and peeled his jeans down to reveal the biggest cock I’d ever seen in my life. I looked up at him, unsure how I was going to fit all of him in my mouth. He grinned down at me, but it faded into a look of pure molten heat as I took him in my hand and ran my tongue along the length of him and across the shiny, throbbing head. My mouth closed over him and my tongue tortured the wide crest, licking at it, sucking it, curling and swirling around the sensitive skin at the base of the head. He groaned and it was primal. Virile. Pure man. His hands tangled in my hair and his knees weakened. As his arousal started to peak, his cock began to dip and lift against my lips.

  One big arm guided me to my feet and he cupped my face in his hands. “When I come, I’m going to come inside you.”

  He pulled my face to his, and with a groan, kissed me hard. He moved me across to the bed where he peeled every item of clothing from my body, savoring the experience by removing them slowly and kissing every area of exposed flesh. My head spun and my body clenched with every purposeful lick and touch of his lips against my skin. He lay me down and crawled over me, his hard body covering me in heat and rock-hard muscle. I’m not sure when he took his jeans off, I was too lost in sensation, too lost in the feel of his tongue on my skin and the deep moans of appreciation escaping him as he slowly worked my body into a fever.

  I was drowning in desire when he reached for the condom in his wallet. And I could barely breathe as he ripped the foil package open and rolled the sheath of latex over his very hard, very big cock.

  He crawled back over me, and the heat on his face and the vibrant need in his eyes made me forget to breathe. With one long, hard push he was inside me, and the sudden intrusion sent fireworks zip-zapping through me. His size opened me, stretched me, and he thrust into me with a physical prowess I’d never known, hitting every delicious spot inside of me. He was a lot of man to take. He was big, with broad shoulders and huge biceps, and just the sensation of all that muscle on top of me was enough to send pleasure soaring throughout my body. What he did with his mouth, his tongue, his body, it made me crazy.

  My orgasm was swift, its ferocity overwhelming me completely. My eyes closed and I clutched his massive shoulders as I cried out again and again, utterly lost in ecstasy. He thrust my arms above my head, grinding hard into me to draw out the pleasure spiraling out from where our bodies connected.

  “That was amazing,” I gasped, floating on the dizzying heights of my afterglow.

  He smiled against my lips as I panted against him. “You think that was amazing? Baby, I’ve only just started.”

  With a deep thrust of his hips, he made me cry out again and again as he drove my body toward more delicious orgasms. He was relentless. Powerful. He knew how to use his cock, and he wasn’t afraid to show me.

  Hours later, we fell into an exhausted sleep. Our bodies spent, the muscles between my legs swollen and deliciously tender from the most incredible night of sin.

  Sometime before dawn, I slipped from the bed, careful not to wake him. As soon as my feet hit the floor they felt the empty condom wrappers we had discarded throughout our evening of debauchery. One. Two. Three. Four.

  Yep. Four condoms and numerous, mind-blowing orgasms. Even now my body clenched and pulsed at the memory.

  But this was where our story ended. It was time to hit the road.

  I slipped into the bathroom and turned on the light. I splashed water on my face and then stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had gotten what I had come here for. I had successfully fucked Charlie out of my mind, and there was no point hanging around to complicate things further.

  Again, my body pulsed and throbbed with the memory of that ten-inch cock and what it had done to me.

  I dressed quickly, trying to be as quiet as possible so I didn’t wake my one-night stand.

  Before I turned off the light, I stared at the sexy bulk sprawled on the bed. He was on his stomach, his muscular back and perfect ass on display, and I paused to take him in one last time.

  “Goodnight, handsome,” I whispered into the shadowy room.

  Then, turning off the light, I slipped through the door and into the early morning.

  CALEB

  The gorgeous blonde squirmed on the bed.

  “You okay, sweetheart?” I asked.

  “It hurts,” she moaned.

  No shit, it hurt. No one ever said getting inked was a day in the park.

  “You want me to stop, give you a break?”

  She shook her head. “No,” she moaned. “I like it.”

  I returned my attention to the heart tattoo I was adding just south of her belly button.

  “Ooh, that’s sensitive.” The way she said it with that whimpering moan, it went straight to my balls.

  “You just tell me if you need me to stop, darlin’.”

  She gripped the edge of the tattoo bed and gasped again. “Keep going, Caleb.”

  Christ, the way she was moaning, anyone would think I was fucking her.

  And so it went on for the next half an hour. Every few minutes she would moan or whimper, or a strange sound would strangle in her throat and she would bite down on her lip. Then she would move restlessly—that in itself is annoying for any tattoo artist—and moan again like she was about to come.

  Finally finishing up, I wiped the new artwork clean and dressed it.

  I straightened and gave her a wink. “We’re done.”

  She parted her legs so I could see she wasn’t wearing panties and looked up at me with serious come-fuck-me eyes. “Are you sure about that, Caleb?”

  Her invitation was unmistakable. And fuck it, after all that moaning, I was in the mood.

  “What are you offering, sweetheart?”

  She sat up and her long blonde curls tumbled over her shoulders. She parted her legs wider so I got a good look at her smooth pussy, and goddamn, I needed to get in there. She pulled me to her by my belt buckle and brushed her fingers over the growing hardness behind the zipper.

  “I’ve heard about you,” she batted her lashes up at me. “Heard about how big you are.”

  She undid my belt buckle and lowered my zipper. When she saw the size of me, she licked her lips and slid her hand between me and my Calvins, her fingers curling around the width of me and squeezing. Holding on tight, she lay down and guided me toward her parted pussy.

  “Whoa, there, baby, let me get a condom,” I said, pulling back.

  She grabbed my hand to stop me.

  “We don’t need one, I’m clean.” She tried to look innocent, but it was hard to pull off given she was lying half-naked on a tattoo bed with her legs spread and her shaven pussy on show. “I don’t want anything coming between me and that big cock of yours.”

  I began to second-guess fucking her, and my arousal began to fade. I was a wrap-before-you-tap kind of guy. No pussy was worth any kind of cock rot, or worse, a life sentence. And the fact that she was offering it to me, made me wonder how many other guys received the same offer.

  But I hadn’t fucked anyone since that hot brunette a few weeks earlier.

  The one who wouldn’t tell me her name.

  The one with the smokin’ body.

  The one with the lush mouth and unforgettable pussy.

  The one I hadn’t been able to get out of my head for weeks.

  Remembering her juicy body and the way it milked my cock made me hard again. A sweet anticipation began to coil in the base of my belly. I reached for the condom, ripped it open and rolled it on. Yeah, that brunette was something else. The way she rode me. The way she got up on her knees and offered me her perfect pussy. The way she opened up for me and sucked me in, milking me with that tight, l
ittle pussy of hers, making me come over and over again.

  I rolled the head of my cock through the folds of slippery flesh on offer. The blonde moaned and whimpered. I didn’t know if she thought it was a turn on or not, but it wasn’t, and I had to fight the urge to tell her to stop.

  Instead, I thrust hard into her, right to the hilt, and straight away, she started to whimper and moan . . . and perform.

  “Yeah baby, fuck me good.”

  But as soon as we started, I realized it was a mistake.

  “You’re such a big boy, Caleb. Fuck me hard with your big cock.”

  It didn’t take long and I was praying she would stop. And when it didn’t, I closed my eyes to drown her out.

  “You’re going to make me come, baby. Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

  But it was no use. Her annoying voice kept dragging me back to the present.

  “Fuck me, fuck me now!” she demanded.

  So I pumped into her. Hard. Just like she was begging me to.

  Shut. The. Fuck. Up.

  I flipped her over and rammed into her again, my pelvis slapping against the flesh of her peachy ass. With every thrust, she cried out like she was a freaking porn star. My cock started to lose interest. To block her out, I let my mind rewind back to the brunette with the killer body and sassy mouth, and bingo, instant steel. I know what you’re thinking. What a douche. Focus on the one you’re with. Not about the one you’ve already had and who disappeared on you before you woke up the next morning. And that’s all well and good, except the one I was with wasn’t doing this because she was interested in me. She didn’t want anything from me other than the ten inches I was thrusting into her. Later she would brag to her friends about fucking Caleb Calley and his ten-inch cock, and how the rumors were true. He really was that big. Now that Cade was a one-woman man and they knew they had no chance with him, the interest in me from the MC groupies had intensified. So yeah, the fact that I was thinking about the stunning brunette with the creamy skin and a body that made me come four times in one night, while I fucked another woman, didn’t make me feel one ounce of guilt. This was a mutual exchange. She wanted bragging rights because she got a King’s cock, while I simply wanted to come.