A Baby for the Bad Boy (A Bad Boy Romance: Dominick and Linden, book THREE) Read Free Page A

expect,” he smiled at me and took the helmet I handed to him. He hooked his and mine – how funny, I was already thinking of it as mine – and hooked them to the handlebars of his Harley.
    Normally I would have protested, telling him they’d be stolen in this area, but I suspected that most people knew stealing from a guy on a Harley wasn’t exactly a good idea.
    Besides, the club’s logo, a skeletal reaper with devil’s horns holding its bony hand across the mouth of an angel, was emblazoned on the side of his helmet. Nobody in this city fucked with Hell’s Ransom.
    “I’m not totally naïve you know, I’ve heard all about the things that go on around town,” I told him.
    Once again he glanced down at my skirt, raised his brows and said, “Really? You’re so wild you even know about the things going on in town? Why don’t you enlighten me, oh dangerous one?”
    He gave me a wink and I blushed from the tip of my ears to the ends of my toes.
    “Just because I’m not a slut doesn’t mean I’m stupid,” I hissed and stomped away.
    “Shit, darlin,” he laughed and chased after me, “that’s not what I meant. You know that’s not what I meant.”
    He caught up and grabbed my arm. I whirled around to face him, looked way up and once again felt a little dizzy at how hot he was.
    It felt like looking down off the side of a tall building, that familiar sensation that I was about to fall.
    It didn’t make sense, how would I fall up towards him? How would I fall up unless I was falling in?
    And that made the least sense of all. I barely knew him, he was a means to get money for dad, that was it. At least that’s what I told myself.
    I knew though, somewhere in the back of my head was that nagging thought, that he was more than a means to an end.
    Dominick Carter felt like a beginning, and that’s what scared me.
    “I know, but it felt like you were mocking me. I know it’s weird that I’ve never had sex, but I’ve just never found the right person,” I replied, narrowing my eyes, daring him to keep making fun of me.
    He surprised me by reaching out, stroking my jawline, sending electric jolts of sensation along my skin and smiling. “I wasn’t mocking you,” he said in a soft, intense voice, “I think it’s fucking sexy. I think you’re the most intriguing, beautiful girl I’ve met in a very long time, and any man who gets to be your first had better fucking understand how special you are.”
    “Any man?” I asked with my brow raised.
    He gave me a lopsided grin and took his hand away. My face immediately felt cold without his touch. “That does leave it rather wide open, doesn’t it?” he said.
    “It does,” I said and came to my senses. “But we need to find Mikey.”
    “Yes, that we do. We can address the matter of your virginity another time,” he smirked and I blushed again.

Chapter Four
Linden
     
    We found Mikey already in her own room, sedated but awake enough for visitors.
    I told Dom to wait outside and I walked in, hoping Mikey wouldn’t completely hate me after what had happened.
    “Linden! Holy fuck,” Mikey exclaimed in a slurred voice when she saw me.
    “I’m so sorry,” I said and sat on the edge of her bed. “Are you going to be okay?”
    “I am, I got hit twice, once in the shoulder and one went right through my arm,” she said, holding up her right arm that was now bandaged thickly.
    “But you’re okay? You’ll be able to use that arm and everything?” I asked.
    “Oh yeah, they said I’ll be completely fine once it heals up. I’ll even be able to play racquetball again.”
    “Oh thank god, I am so sorry that happened to you. It should have been me,” I said, holding her good hand.
    “Was that a gang hit? Like a rival motorcycle club or something?” she asked, her eyes bright.
    “Yeah, something like that,” I said, not knowing how to explain it all to her.
    “That is so bad ass,” she laughed and looked at her arm again. “I was injured in a