Free MC Biker Romance: BAD BOY ROMANCE: Taken (Secret Baby Biker Alpha Male Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Pregnancy Romance) by Casey Elliot Page A

need to work."
    He shook his head. "Not a request, Matthews."
    He was going to order me to take a vacation? Had the old man gone soft? Still, a soldier to the bone, I wouldn't defy an order.
    "Fine," I spat. "I'll go to Disneyland or something."
    He looked at me flatly. "Whatever, Matthews, just take your vacation weeks for the year and get out of my hair."
    I took that as my dismissal, and exited the room. He wanted me to take a vacation, and a vacation, I would take.
    Once I was home, I hastily stuffed a bag full of clothes and tossed it in the saddlebag of my Harley. Next item on the to-do list was to find a little trouble.
    With the engine rumbling beneath me, I peeled off against the setting sun.
     
    Hayley
     
    "Dang it, Herb," I cursed, snatching a dirty towel from the back bar. I began to clean up his spilled beer, as he leered at me.
    "My bad, princess," he slurred. "Guess I got a little too excited."
    I rolled my eyes and swiped the last bits of beer from the bar top. I threw the rag in one of the bins to go to the back, and began to pour the geezer another pint.
    "Is there a discount for beers that I didn't get to drink?"
    I snorted. "Herb, the only discount you'll be getting around here is the senior's discount from the Denny's next door."
    I slammed the new beer down on the bar top and gave him a warning glare. "Spill this one and you'll be feeling like chopped liver — not eating it."
    He laughed, which turned his face even more red. I wasn't sure how that was possible.
    I went down the bar, seeing to the other two patrons seated at it. They were a young couple, and by the looks of their clothes, I presumed they had wound up in the wrong place. Still, I was friendly and polite to them. I was fine with judging the book by its cover, as long as you didn't act on that judgment until you'd read a few pages.
    There weren't many other people around that night. Being that it was a Tuesday, that didn’t surprise me much. Still, it would have been nice to have a couple more customers to help the time pass.
    I liked being a bartender; I liked the stories. Working in a biker bar had its perks, and one of them was that I got to see people coming from all over the country — sometimes even from Canada. And, they all had a tale to tell.
    Some stories like the one about Herb’s cat that he had told me at least eight times weren’t worth hearing. Others were. I made a game for myself, trying to guess when a new person walked through the door whether their story would be worth it or not. I only needed one look to know, for certain, that the man walking through my doors had a helluva tale.
    He was about six feet tall with tattoos all over his muscled arms. He wore a plain black t-shirt and jeans, and had close cropped brown hair that told me he was a military guy. Good. We didn't get many of them around here.
    He sidled up to the bar with a sour expression on his face and dropped down onto one of the wooden stools. I mentally congratulated him on not picking the broken one; also another game I liked to play.
    "What can I get you?" I asked.
    He stared at me with eyes like an ocean storm. Finally, when he was finished asserting his dominance, he said, "Molson."
    So, he wanted to have a conversation in sentences of only one word? Fine with me. I'd cracked tougher nuts.
    "Bottle or draught?"
    "Draught."
    I poured him a pint and slid it across the bar top. He wasn't looking at me anymore — his attention now focused on the hockey game on the TV screen behind my head. I'd give the beer some time to do its work, but I'd be back for his story — if for no other reason than that the man was walking sex.
     
     
     
    Gage
     
    I drove down the coast for about an hour, letting the wind do its magic. Nothing cleared my mind better than the breeze in my face and my bike between my legs — not even sex.
    There was a biker bar on the outskirts of some town that I didn't bother remembering the name of. I pulled in there because I was