All Chapters of In Bed With The MC President: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MilaRyan was punishing me with the speed. He pushed the speedometer past one-ten even through the late-night traffic.I had my arms wrapped around his waist, my face pressed against the leather but I could feel his muscles tighten. He wasn't celebrating the victory. He was seething.The adrenaline from the card game was starting to fade by this insane speed.I squeezed his waist, trying to get him to ease off the throttle. He didn't care.I leaned forward, pressing my mouth close to his ear, shouting over the roar of the wind. "Are you angry?"His answer was immediate. He shifted gears and twisted the throttle harder. The bike surged forward with a violent jerk that nearly threw me off the back. The G-force slammed me into him.Okay. Definitely angry."Ryan!" I yelled, tightening my grip. "Slow down!"He ignored me, banking hard around a curve that led toward the bridge."Stop!" I screamed, slapping his chest with my palm. "Stop the damn bike, Ryan!"He slammed on the brakes.The t

ReaperI didn't give her a chance to breathe. I didn't want her breathing. I wanted her gasping, unraveling, breaking apart in my hands the way I was breaking apart inside.I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh exposed by the bunched-up dress, and dragged her forward until she was flush against the gas tank.She wrapped her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my kidneys, pulling me into the cradle of her hips."It’s cold.” She shivered, the cold air hitting her sweat-slicked skin, but she didn't look away. Her nipples were hard against the black lace, begging for attention.“I will make you warm, princess.” I ran my hands up her bare ribs, rough and possessive. I reached for the lace. I hooked my thumbs under the straps and snapped them down, freeing her completely."Ryan..." She gasped. Her head fell back.I lowered my head and buried my face in her neck, inhaling the scent of wind and arousal. I bit down on the sensitive skin there hard enough to make h

Havoc"I stay here." She had said. "My adopted mother died last week..."I opened my mouth to respond, to tell her that I wasn't avoiding her because I was busy but because every time I looked at her, I wanted to break Gunner’s nose and steal his sister.But before I could get a word out, the clubhouse doors banged open."VICTORY!"Gunner strode in, grinning, holding three greasy pizza boxes stacked to his chin and a six-pack of beer dangling from his pinky finger.Lyla jumped back from me as if she had been burned, putting a solid three feet of distance between us. I leaned back against the bar, trying to look casual, trying to slow my heart rate down from ‘illicit affair’ to ‘bored biker.’Gunner set the pizzas and beers on a pool table. "We crushed them!" He roared, spotting us. "Did you hear, little sis? The Kings ran with their tails between their legs! Reaper took everything!""I heard." Lyla smiled, patting his massive shoulder. "Well done.”Gunner looked at me then, his grin

MilaWhen I woke up, I heard the annoying beep of a heart monitor. Then, the smell of bleach hit my nostrils. Finally, I felt the dull ache in my lower back and the pinch of an IV needle in the back of my hand.I opened my eyes to a blinding white ceiling."Hey."I turned my head to the voice. Justin was sitting in a plastic chair beside the bed. His face was pale and his jaw set in a hard line. He was worried as hell."Justin?" I tried to sit up but the room spun. "What... where are we?""Hospital, of course." He said flatly, not moving to help me. "You passed out in an alley. Ryan… Reaper brought you in."Ryan. The memories flooded back. The cold wind, the motorcycle, the dark alley, the desperate, punishing way he had taken me and the question I never got to finish."Is he..." I swallowed hard. "Is he okay?""You are asking about him?" Justin let out a humorless laugh. He stood up, pacing the small room. "You almost died of hypothermia, Mila. You were severely dehydrated. You wer

MilaAs soon as Caleb’s lips pressed against my forehead, my skin crawled. Every nerve ending screamed in protest. I wanted to violently shove him away, to scream that he had no right to touch me, but the blinding flashes trapped me.“I am going to be the best father in the world. I promise.” His sweet word only made my stomach turn. It was not about me. It was not even about the baby. He cared about the cameras, the news, the perfect narrative of the devoted public servant rushing to the side of his fragile, pregnant wife.I looked past Caleb’s perfectly tailored shoulder.Ryan was standing there. He looked like a god of war about to unleash hell. His massive hands were balled into fists so tight his knuckles were white. The veins in his thick neck strained against his skin.He was a second away from snapping.But then Justin stepped up beside him and looked at Ryan. He didn't try to hold the President of the Midnight Reapers back. He just stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him. But