ROMANCE: MC BIKER ROMANCE: Bad Boy Biker's Baby (Bad Boy Alpha Male Motorcycle Club Romance) (Contemporary MC Biker Pregnancy Romance) (12 page)

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“Oh Lance, you have no idea how often this past week I have dreamed of something like this.  Every love story I have ever read is fulfilled in you, Lance.  You captured my heart when I first saw you.  You spoke not just to my mind or my body, but to my spirit.  I feel that kindred connection that you speak of.  Lance, you speak like a poet, articulate and deft of tongue.  I could listen to you hours on end.  Your voice is like a balm to my ears. I do love you, Lance, with all my heart,” said Liana, with tears of joy streaming down her face.

“Then take my hand, my dear.  Let us walk arm and arm into the party together.  Let dance there without our masks on for everyone to see.  We need not be ashamed of our love,” said Lance.

“But if they see us together, you will lose your job,” said Liana.

“Probably, if that happened, if I lost my job, then our love wouldn’t  be forbidden, would it?”

Liana understood.  He really cared for her, and would sacrifice his career for her.  They walked in together, arm in arm.  Liana’s favorite Christmas song was playing, and her and Lance slow danced in the middle of the dance floor.  Neither of them had their masks on, and neither of them cared.  They could not keep pretending to be other people and live the lives others expected of them.  This is what they wanted. 

The other teachers took notice and began talking to one another and notified the principal.  The teachers and the principal stopped dancing and gathered to the side.  Now the only people dancing were Liana and Lance and a few other students.  Eventually, the students saw what was happening, and it was just Liana and Lance. 

“Do you see what is going on around us?” asked Liana.

“Of course,” replied Lance.

The snow continued to fall on them, and the music continued to play.  The ground was now white with only Liana’s red dress flowing across it. 

“Everybody is looking at us,” said Liana.

“No, they are looking at you,” said Lance.  “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”

“This dance can last forever, right?” asked Liana.

“Of course it can, because every Christmas we are going to dance, from now until forever,” said Lance.

“You promise?” asked Liana.

“Promise”

 

Lance kept his promise.  They did dance every Christmas, and do to this day.  Lance lost his job of course, but with Liana by his side, he took up freelance work doing stuff he really enjoyed.  Being the couple that they were, with such a vast age difference, and racial difference, they could never blend in.  But that is how they wanted it.  They never wanted to return to being normal again.  For it was only in following their hearts that they found each other, and with each other found happiness.

 

*****

THE END

 

 

Here is a FREE bonus 10.000 word romance story by Kelly Clark, “More Than a Game.”

More Than a Game – A College Football Romance

“Grades matter, they matter a lot.  I worked harder than anyone else to get here, and I have the report cards to prove it.  The lowest grade I had was an ‘A-‘, and that was because the teacher hated me.  It’s a black spot on an otherwise spotless record.  I don’t want another black spot.  It would make all the effort I put into getting into this college moot.”

“What was your name, again?”

“You know me, Coach, I’m Christine.  I’m in your athletics course on Monday, and Wednesday at 9 am.  I noticed that my grades had dipped into the ‘B’ level and wanted to know what I could do to improve my grade.  I need to get an ‘A’ in this course, or I may not be able to transfer to a graduate degree program.”

The coach rolled his eyes at me; I’d seen it happen before and was quite use to it at this point.  His old leather chair was a bit worse for the wear, more duct tape than chair it would seem, and his hand grasped at what I could only assume was a playbook. 

“Are you telling me to change your grade to an ‘A’ because you asked me to?”

“No, I want to know if there’s anything I can do to improve it.  I have looked through your syllabus and have recorded my performance.”

I produced a notebook that I had kept through the entire course.  I recorded my athletic improvements including my jogging speed, blood pressure, and several other factors that I felt would prove my point.

He took the book and flipped through the pages.

“Are you serious?”

I pushed my glasses from the tip of my nose.

“I assure you, I’m quite serious.  I believe I’m showing major cardiovascular improvement in the class, but if my own improvement isn’t enough to sway your grading scale then I would like to know what may?”

He threw the notebook back on the desk; I felt he may be impressed by my research.  He rolled his chair to a filing cabinet behind him and thumbed through the files for a minute.

“What’s your last name again?”

“Reynolds.  Christine Reynolds.”

He pulled a folder from the cabinet and pulled a few papers from it.

“Have a look for yourself; it shouldn’t be hard to figure out why you have a ‘B.'”

I took the papers from him and started to read.  All the categories had numbers and checks except for one; participation.

“Is this saying that I don’t participate in class?”

“That’s to say that you never engage your peers.  It’s a class. I may be your teacher, but you’re actively choosing to play by yourself.  You seem to go out of your way to avoid the other students.”

I scoffed. “I participate in the class activities.  Isn’t that enough?”

He stood himself up and came over and leaned on the desk in front of me, snatching the papers out of my hands.

“School is about more than accomplishing the task at hand.  I like to think that my class also teaches students how to handle situations in life that may be overwhelming.  You have to know when to ask for help and know how to help others.  It’s part of being human.  Self-reliance is a great asset, but being a team player is what most sports and athletics are about.”

I sighed and stood up. 

“So you’re saying all I have to do is engage with the other students, and I’ll get an ‘A’?”

“Yep, that’s all I’m saying.”

I gathered my things, including my athletic journal.

“Then that’s what I’ll do,” I said as I made my way toward the door.

He smiled and nodded.

As I grasped the handle, the door tore open, pulling me along with it and causing me to collide with the person on the other side. 

My face was jarred so hard that my glasses flew from my face and fell to the floor.  The world became blurry as I did my best to focus my eyes to make sense of what I was seeing and possibly find my glasses.

“Excuse me,” I said.

I could feel my glasses being thrust into my hand, which I gladly took and replaced.  In my panic to find my glasses I hadn’t realized the person whom I had struck; it was Hollis.

“Hollis?”  I questioned, meekly.

He didn’t even say anything, just pushed past me into the room and shook the coach’s hand.

“How’s the arm?” said the coach.

“It’s doing well. I iced it for a while, and it hasn’t swelled much.”

“Good, good.  We got a career making game coming up, and I want you ready for it.”

Hollis looked pleased.

“Alright, I’ll just be going now,” I said. 

Neither of them acknowledged me, but I couldn’t help but take a quick look at our local football star now that he was so close.

I felt so tiny by comparison; he was more than a foot taller than I was, and I was almost 5’7”, which according to statistics is above average for a woman.  Strong, sinewy muscle ran up and down his arms and back, pushing through his shirt in all the right places.  I admit it, I was swooning.

I felt a bit feverish as my pulse quickened a bit.  I could feel my heart beating in my chest, and I had a feeling that I should lie down.  I left the room, closing the door quietly behind me as the two bonded and talked about the upcoming game.

My thoughts were hard to sway from the thought of Hollis’ physique, but the anxiety over my grade was helping.  If he wanted a girl who would participate in class, then that’s exactly what I would do.

 

2.

The morning was chilly before class; so I thought it best to bundle up.  I had always liked running; it was the easiest way to settle my mind before starting my day.  Even so, I hated having to wear contacts to enjoy a calming run.  But, some things are necessary evils, so I pushed the horrendous things to my eyes.

It showed that I liked to run, and I received compliments all the time about my skinny arms and toned legs.  It’s nice to feel like you’re doing something right, and compliments are a great measure.  It was like getting an ‘A’ in personal health. 

I popped my headphones in my ear and grabbed my room keys.  It was nice living alone, fewer people to deal with, less drama to get involved in, and more time for me to get work done. 

I lived near the track, which was actually a premeditated measure on my part as I knew I would be jogging almost daily.  As I stepped out onto the street, the cool air struck me hard.  It stung my nostrils and burned my lungs as I breathed. 

A light fog had accrued over the night, instilling a silence on the block.  Statistically speaking I had less a chance of being attacked in the morning during daylight, but that did little to dissuade me from looking over my shoulder every few steps.

Across the street, the track was mostly empty, save for a few people that I didn’t recognize throwing footballs around.  It wasn’t the first time I’d seen them in the morning.  Dedicated players practiced anytime they could.

The music in my ears picked up a bit, and I started to hit my stride.  I had been in track in high school, and I was actually quite decent in distant running, I had the medals to prove it. 

As I rounded the corner of the track, I saw him again.  Hollis had decided to practice early today.  I tried my best to suppress a blush, but most of my energy was being used for running.  So, I just smiled and waved.

He smiled but kept walking.

The guys had joined into a circle near the edge of the track, and it looked like they were discussing something important, so I lowered the volume on my music so I might listen in.  Their words rang out as little pricks of sound in an otherwise empty space, and I could hear just about everything.

“Coach says I gotta get my grade up, or I might be benched,” Hollis said.

“Dude, you need to play.  If you’re not there, then we’re goin’ to get killed.  The second string doesn’t have the same arm you have.”

“Yeah man, I’m working on it.  I was up late last night trying to finish up this math for extra credit.  But, it was hard since Sandy was over.  I maybe work on it for ten minutes before she was all over me.”

“You with Sandy now?  What is that, three girls this weekend?”

“I don’t know if I’d count the other two.  Beth was amazing, we had this hot moment when I had to hide her under the desk.  I was trying to talk to Gus, and she started going down on me while I was talking. After that, she had to split.  I wouldn’t count Angie either; she kept asking me if I liked what she was doing and it was just weird.  Sandy was crazy, and kept me up all night.”

I started running a little quicker; I felt a little angry and more than a little jealous.  I was much more upset at myself for feeling jealous of a couple cheerleaders.  They spend all day around football players; I think they get become cheerleaders just so they can flirt.  I couldn’t picture myself as that kind of girl.

They continued to talk.

“Anyway, Coach said that my academic advisor has been watching my grades close, and I’m about to fall under the minimum GPA I need to keep playing.”

“That’s what you get for spending more time with girls than studying.  You should really get a tutor, or maybe find someone that’ll just get your work done for you.  It’ll give you more free time.”

I rolled my eyes thinking about being a tutor.  It’s a good thing they didn’t think I could hear them. 

“Man, if I could find a smart chick that would do my homework in exchange for sexual favors then I’d be set for life.”

They all laughed; it bothered me to think that they would even consider something like that.  I slowed to a stop nearby.

“Are you kidding me?  You want to have sex with a girl who will do all your homework?  No wonder I’ve been avoiding men my age.”

They turned to me with shocked faces.  Hollis looked at me with a slight smirk.

“Are you sure you’d say ‘no’ to that?” He paused. “ You’re the girl from the office the other day, right?”

I nodded.

“You know, you’re pretty cute without your glasses on. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to take me up on that deal?  Seems like you need to get laid.”

I couldn’t even comprehend words at that moment.  All my work in debate club, and now I couldn’t think of anything more than expletives to shout back.  But, I was, at least, cool tempered enough not to yell.

“I wouldn’t even dream of dating you.  I could think of many better ways to disappoint myself.”

He laughed, but my frustration was still boiling over.

“Aren’t we in the same class?” he asked.

“We are, as a matter of fact, Chemistry on Tuesday and Thursday,” I proudly stated, “I sit in a seat that allows me to actually listen to the teacher while you enjoy staring at your phone in the back, if memory serves.” 

“Ah that’s right. You’re the Firecracker in the front row.  Aren’t you the top of the class right now?  You should come
tutor
me at the party this Friday?”

Now I couldn’t help but laugh.  His friends were already giggling in the back. “You’re hopeless,” I said.  I started to run again, but I could hear him yelling out from behind me.

“You don’t have to answer now; I can wait for your response!”

It bothered me to think that I was a bit attracted to him the other day; and at that moment, I wish I had taken up boxing at a young age.

 

3.

“Alright Class, this week we’re going to be working on chemical bonds and their different types.  Now, this is going to be a very experiment heavy week.  You’ve already worked on molar equations, and we’re going to step it up and put those equations into practice.  I have assigned pairs for this lab, and the two of you need to find an example of each chemical bond. 

“Most of this can easily be found in chapter eight of your chemistry book, so you don’t have to overthink it.  And, before you say anything Christine, no, you may not work alone on this topic; this is a partnered exercise, and you must work in tandem with your partner to complete it.”

I rolled my eyes and lowered my hand.  Of course, I would have to work with one of the other useless appendages in my class to finish a simple exercise.  I wish I could’ve tested out of this course; I had already practiced chemistry in High School, but unfortunately, they made me retake the course for credit.  I wanted to smash my head into a wall repeatedly.

“Looks like we’re working together,” I heard a familiar voice say.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I replied in disgust. 

Hollis had moved to the front row and was sitting next to me, his almost never opened tex book sat in front of him as a trophy to his laziness.  I shot from my chair and approached the teacher.

“Mr. Takahashi, I really don’t think I can work with this –ahem-
peer.

The face of my teacher read like a book; he didn’t make any attempt to hide his contempt with my attitude.

“Ms. Reynolds, you’re the best student in my class.  Hollis is, unfortunately, my worst student and he’s near failing.  I paired the two of you up in hopes that your
brilliant
scientific mind might rub off on him a little.”

I looked back to my desk; he sat there waving.  I turned back to the teacher who was now sporting a cheesy smile.

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