ROMANCE: BIKER ROMANCE: Werewolf Rider (MC Shifter Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult Paranormal Romance Short Stories) (129 page)

Chapter Six
Dilemma

A day later things changed, and fast.

“Cole, we have to talk.” Kaylee said, her voice cracking.

She had her head bowed and she couldn’t look Cole in the eye.

“What’s wrong?” Cole said.

“Last night, it’s putting me in a bad position… you know what I’m talking about.”

“What was so bad about last night?”

He was clearly getting angry. Cole could not believe what he was hearing.

Kaylee looked away before she answered. There was a crack in her voice.

“Nothing was ‘bad’, I …I definitely enjoyed it. More than words could ever say. But we’re patient and therapist. My boss brought it up this morning, I guess he anticipated there may be something between us, and warned me against breaking client code of conduct.”

“What are you talking about? That’s nonsense! He can’t tell you what to do!” Cole declared. Hethrew his arms up and struggled to control his voice. For a moment Kaylee was afraid that they would cause another scene like they did at the parking lot.

“Cole, I’m supposed to be helping you heal. I’m supposed to be doing a job to help you get well.” Kaylee said.

The words cut through Cole’s heart like daggers. They echoed in his head again and again.

‘I’m supposed to be doing a job.’

“So that’s all I am to you, just a job. I’m just a piece of work to help advance your career.”

Now, it was Kaylee who felt the daggers slicing her heart.

“Cole, it’s not like that at all. I, I …“Kaylee couldn’t finish. 

“It’s not like that? Then what’s it like Kaylee?”

It was a simple enough question but it hung tensely in the air. For several moments, Kaylee could not answer, choking back emotion. But soon enough she did, and the answer was simple enough as well.

“You’re my patient, Cole. I’m told it’s not okay to cross that line” she said. “I’m in a really tough position here. You know how I feel about you.” She rushed to complete what she was trying to say.

Cole didn’t answer. He just nodded, gripped his crutches and started to walk away.

“Cole? Cole, where are you going? We still have today’s session.” Kaylee said. Her question was straightforward enough, but her tone of voice was more than a little desperate.

“We’re done, Kaylee.” Cole said firmly. He then hobbled out of the clinic. Kaylee wanted to say something more to Cole, but something kept her tongue and mouth from moving. She could not speak and she just watched as Cole hobbled away. Kaylee felt a heavy tug on her heart but she remained silent, choking back emotions, tears silently rolling down her face, which she quickly brushed away so not to be seen crying at the clinic.

***

‘If he didn’t want to stay to work it out, what am I supposed to do?’ Kaylee asked herself.

It had been a week since Cole walked away from her and he had not returned for his sessions, or her calls at all.

It was a little past midnight, and another late night at the clinic for Kaylee. She had been working more and more overtime shifts after Cole stopped attending his sessions. Burying herself in her work to keep from feeling more heart broken than she already did. This was just another very late night for Kaylee to immerse herself into.

Ever since they were kids, they had always been some kind of odd couple. People always thought that she and Cole just weren’t fit to be together. She was too well-bred for him and Cole was the kind of guy who was too rough and tumble for her. If Cole didn’t want to talk with her, to work through the predicament she found herself in, or show up for his rehab sessions, she couldn’t force him. That was his right, but it wasn’t her fault, she defended, as if a conversation.

“Good evening, Miss Watts.”

It was Dr. O’Bannon. His greeting got Kaylee out of her musings. He passed by Kaylee along the clinic’s corridor, and was in a rush, as always, now heading out for the evening.

“Good night, sir.” she replied.

“I can see that you’re on the way to the laboratory. Could you pass them these samples?” he said.

“Oh sure, Doctor.” she said.

“Thanks. I really have to go. Take care of them, will you?” he said, as he handed her the samples. Without even a second glance, O’Bannon left Kaylee with the samples.

‘Cole. I wonder if he’s doing better?‘ thought Kaylee. It was a passing thought and she brushed it aside as she hurried to the laboratory with the samples. Kaylee saw a man enter the building, forgetting to put out his cigarette and hastily put it out on the floor before tossing it into the garbage. He had a parcel to drop off and was quickly gone. No one saw the trash can glowing slightly brighter with a few sparks.

The lateness of the hour and lightness of foot traffic meant no one was there to notice the tendrils of smoke which curled up from the trash can like specters crawling from a grave.

Chapter Seven

FIRE

Cole lifted the beer bottle and took another sip. At least there was beer, his sedative of choice. At least he had something to turn to, to bury his feelings with. 

“Gimme another bottle.” Cole said.

The bartender gave the patron beside Cole a look of concern. Cole was starting to speak loudly, and it seemed like he was well on his way to being drunk.

“Hey, Jenkins. I know it isn’t any of my business or anything, but don’t you think you’ve had enough for the night?” the patron asked Cole.

“Yer right. It isn’t any of your business. I can stand well on my two feet thank you.” Cole said.

The bartender shook his head and the patron agreed silently.

“Hey, Cole. We don’t want you getting all drunk. You’re a war hero. The local boy that did good. This isn’t any way to…”

“You said it yourself it’s none of your business! My parents have long croaked and none of you are my old folks, so I’ll have one more!”

The bartender took out one more beer. “Suit yourself, Jenkins. I’m just saying.”

“Keep your concerns to yourself.” Cole said, somewhat sheepishly behind his defiance.

It was good advice but the patron next to him was not one to keep his mouth shut. Abe Pattinson was always known as a loudmouth and a gossip-monger and he held true to form.

“Everybody knows why you’re drinking yourself to death, Cole. You’re smitten by the Watts girl. Let me tell ya’. I know that type of girl, sweet, sassy, and uppity. She’s gonna’ break your heart faster than a speeding Mack truck! If I were you I’d just let her go, for your own good.”

Once Abe had finished his diatribe Cole turned towards him and glared at him. It was the same look Cole had when he charged headlong into the enemy trenches. It was more than menacing and anything but friendly. Cole angrily slammed his bottle down on the table.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time Abe, so I’ll speak slower and clearer. IT-IS-NONE-OF-YOUR-BUSINESS.”

Cole moved closer and bore his entire body on Abe. Up close and with his demeanor, not to mention massive body standing six foot four, it made Cole look larger than life. Abe started to shake in fear. He was about to say something when their attention was suddenly diverted by the bartender

“Look guys! The clinic’s on fire!”

“What?”

Cole turned to the TV and instantly forgot about Abe. The local anchorman reported the fire, live as it was happening. Cole looked on in horror as the TV showed images of the burning clinic.

“Kaylee always works late these days.” Someone had told him.

Cole tossed some bills on the bar immediately darted out and hopped into his motorcycle. It roared to life and he sped away towards the clinic.

Abe wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked at the bartender who quietly took the payment.

“He forgot his crutches” Abe said.

***

Cole pushed on the throttle of the Harley as hard as he could. The monster bike was chomping the miles but Cole desperately wanted to go even faster. Adrenaline rushed through his veins and he was no longer drunk. If anything, he was on heightened alert.

“Dear God. I hope Kaylee’s safe.” he said to himself.

Soon enough, he arrived at the burning clinic. The fire had spread rapidly, engulfing the third floor of the clinic and spreading fast further down the building.

Cole jumped off the Harley and immediately noticed Dr. O’Bannon. His clothes were torn and he had some ash on his face but was still helping with the efforts to put the flames out. O’Bannon saw Cole coming as well.

“Dr. O’Bannon! Where’s Kaylee? Why isn’t the fire department here yet?” Cole asked desperately.

“I was just going to ask you that! I haven’t seen her! There was a bad accident cross town, but they’re on their way I’m told. She could be trapped in the lab on the second floor! I’m not sure.”

Dr. O’Bannon’s answer confirmed Cole’s worst fears. His heart almost stopped beating and he turned white at the doctor’s answer. Almost as if in reply, glass exploded from a second story window, a chair following close behind. Screams for help were being called. It was Kaylee.

“Kaylee! I’m coming!” Cole bellowed.

Cole heard Dr. O’Bannon saying something but he ignored him as he started dashing towards the inferno.

It was happening again. Just like the battle. Cole was rushing headlong into a potentially fatal situation. He didn’t think twice. Cole felt time suddenly grind to a crawl. His perspective changed and it seemed like everything was moving in slow motion all over again.

He entered the burning building. There were flames and fumes all around him. Cole immediately felt the suffocating and searing heat. It was as if he had stepped into a giant burning fist that was slowly crushing him. Cole deftly avoided some burning planks that almost fell on him. He tore off a piece of his t-shirt and covered his mouth and nose with it, and stayed close to the ground practically crawling once he made it up to the second floor. 

Cole was sweating profusely in the growing heat, and gasping for air. Heading to the lab he desperately yelled for Kaylee.

“Kaylee! Kaylee, where are you? Yell or bang on something so I can find you, I can’t see through the smoke!” Cole said, screaming at this point.

There was no answer. Cole ignored the fearful thoughts in his head and pressed on.

‘She’s all right. She has to be.’ Cole thought.

More burning planks of wood almost fell on Cole as the fire continued to engulf almost half of the building.  Slow motion had its benefits, as he pounced to the left and right, dodging obstacles now falling.

Cole heard gasps, and muffled coughs.  He crawled to her, lying in a corner of the burning structure beside the window, smoke being sucked through it after she broke the glass. She was unconscious. Cole could see that she was still stirring. The fumes had gotten to her before she could jump.

Cole gently lifted her limp form and rushed back through the lab to the other end of the building, for the staircase on that side. More flames and wreckage blocked their way. There was no way back from where Cole came from. He cursed to himself, as he looked for another way.

Cole quickly headed back to the lab, and knew what he had to do. The flames burning all around them left Cole no other choice. There was no time to wait for the fire department.

“This is going to hurt.” he said, as he gritted his teeth and held Kaylee tightly.

Cole’s tightened grip stirred Kaylee. She looked up groggily to see Cole, holding her.

“Cole?”

“Hold on, Kaylee. Time to fly!”

Cole made a wild dash towards the window as he held Kaylee close. He ran straight for it launching his body outward, and then went into a tuck to shield Kaylee and lessen the impact, rolling so she would have him to land on. Cole felt the shards of glass that was left from the chair being tossed out, as he struck it. They cut long and deep but he ignored the pain.

Fortunately there were small bushes outside the window, and it lessened the blow, as he bounced off them and onto the lawn. 

“Good God. He has her!” Dr. O’Bannon yelled in relief. He rushed towards them along with the other petrified bystanders. Kaylee started regaining consciousness while Cole was still curled up in pain on the grass.

The last thing he saw was Kaylee coughing while people scrambled towards him before his consciousness fled.
 

Chapter 8

Bed Rest

Cole woke up on a firm bed with soft sheets. The room was neatly and meticulously arranged. His muscles were still sore but he was conscious. There was a kettle on the table beside the bed. It smelled of warm tea. The smell was very relaxing and was a welcome change from all the fire and brimstone of the midnight drama.

“Where am I?” Cole asked.

He looked up to see Kaylee standing beside him. She was smiling.

“Kaylee?”

“You saved me. Everyone saw it.” she glowed.

“Where am I?” Cole asked again. It was clear that Cole was still a little disoriented.

“At my house, silly. I’ve taken you in for some ‘home therapy.’ You insisted you were okay at the hospital, after they stitched you up. They could see I was fine, just a dose of smoke inhalation, not as bad as you had it though! You passed out again, just as I put you into bed. Had I have known you were that bad, I wouldn’t have brought you back!”

He smiled at Kaylee and pulled her closer with his eyes. It was an invitation and he knew that Kaylee would not refuse it.

“I’m not complaining but I thought you said this wasn’t right.”

“If the boss doesn’t approve of us together, I’ll find somewhere else to work, or open my own clinic!” she declared defiantly. “After you left last time, I would have told you that, but you didn’t give me the chance to discuss it. If you didn’t want to speak with me, I wasn’t going to push you. I’m not going to force myself on you.” she said, stubbornly.

Cole pulled Kaylee close and kissed her on the neck as she continued speaking. He felt the tender skin of her back and gently caressed her. Then taking advantage of what she just said, Cole pulled Kaylee so strongly she ended up on top of him. ‘No, but I’ll force you on top of me.” he laughed.  

“You have to know, my wanting to help people growing up, my goal of becoming a physiotherapist, my volunteering to help you rehabilitate, everything was about you.” She revealed.

“I wanted to become a physiotherapist and help people heal, mostly so I could patch you up every time you got into some kind of trouble. You must know I want to be with you, don’t you?” She asked.

“We’re together. Now would you please stop talking and…” Cole chose to stop talking himself, landing a passionate kiss on Kaylee’s lips. She melted into his, huge, masculine arms.

Kaylee felt an urgency between them, a desperate need to couple although the healer in her said Cole was in no condition. She took his mouth in a kiss, nibbling at his lips and caressing his skin with her hands. Heat burst through her at his smallest touch and her body came alive with passion when she touched him. She pulled the t-shirt over his head and nibbled the skin over his shoulder, following the lines of his muscles with her tongue.

“You up to this?” She asked, breathlessly.

“Woman, I'm a NAVY SEAL,” He told her in a voice hoarse with smoke damage, “Just be gentle with me, okay?” She grinned and carried on kissing her way down his body. Cole's body went tight when the sensations from her mouth hit him, he threw back his head and moaned, “Holy...Kaylee...”

After a while she stood away from him and slowly stripped her clothes off, turning to hide the newly uncovered sections of flesh from his gaze, teasing him. She stood in just her panties with her arms crossed before her breasts.

“Hello sailor,” Kaylee breathed in a seductive voice, “Wanna' anchor your ship in my harbor?” Cole snorted a laugh given the out of character comment and she giggled, stripping the last scrap of fabric from her and climbing on the bed. She crawled up over Cole and lowered herself, gasping as his thickness filled her completely. As well as the feelings of pure delight which coursed through her, Kaylee felt completeness, a
rightness
, as if this was her purpose, her reason for living.

Kaylee lay herself atop Cole's muscular form, feeling the heat burning from him into her as she worked them both up into a gentle frenzy. They both reached the heights of ecstasy, Kaylee burying her face in his neck as she plateaued.

They fell asleep right there, Kaylee on top of Cole, waking eventually with loving grins and caressing touches.

“God, Kaylee. You’re so beautiful.” Cole said.

“Cole, stop talking. Kaylee teased, ready for another round.

The End

***

Mail Order Bride Romances

Book 1: The Bandit’s Bride

Standing on
the train station at the foothills of the beautiful, Sierra Nevada Mountains, Eleanor looked around for some sign of the man she had been penning letters with for months. His name had been Danny Turnbull. He had sounded so attractive in print, and so different from the life she had led back home in New Bedford, Massachusetts. Her life had been hard up until this point. She did not have much in the world to her name. She was a textile worker, but she had big dreams of moving out west and being married to someone who could save her from the factory life, and give her the love and support that a girl of twenty years craved.

Danny Turnbull had told her that he was a gold miner. That appealed to her greatly, because gold was surely not something she had before. He promised her that, if she paid for her train ticket, he would pay her back as soon as she arrived. He said that he did not trust the mail to handle his money, so he had not sent it to her directly. His letters always contained such kind words, that she agreed to pay for the train with her solace being that he would pay her back upon arrival.

However, when she arrived at the train station that night, he was nowhere to be found. At least, no one fitting his description could be seen.

A sudden snap of twigs on the ground behind her made her turn around. A man came up to her, dressed all in black with a handkerchief covering the bottom of his face. She was all set to holler when he cut her off by speaking gruffly. “You Eleanor Whitman?”

Too frightened to speak, she simply nodded. How did this bandit or highway robber or whatever he was know her name?

“I’m Danny,” he replied, lowering his mask so she could see his sly grin. He had a black mustache and beady eyes that also appeared black to her in the dusk light. He did not look like a trustworthy man at all.

She loosened her hold on her suitcase and it fell to the ground. “No,” she said. “You can’t be. The Danny who was writing to me is a wealthy gold miner!”

He laughed. “I never said I worked in no mines. Let’s see what gold you’ve got in your bag there.” As he moved toward her to grab her suitcase, she screamed loudly. The sound of it echoed through the mountain’s hills, but no one in this strange county of
Tuolumne
came to her rescue. Quickly, she had to make the choice between rescuing her belongings from this horrible bandit or fleeing.

Since he was a great, big man with a gun, and she was a young girl with no defenses of her own, the choice was clear. She ran away, leaving her last personal belongings in his hands. He would find no money there, however. Eleanor had spent the last of her wages from the textile factory on this trip to California.

Luckily, she ran away fast enough that she was out of his range by the time he could notice that there was no money in her bag. As she ran, tears fell from her eyes and she cursed him under her breath. She had risked everything to go there to be with him, and he had lied to her from day one.

Feeling a fool, she slowed down to a walk as she entered the peaceful little town of Grass Valley. She asked God what she should do. Up ahead, she spied a mail order bride advertisement office, the perfect place to find a willing groom to save her. She marched straight into the door of the office and waited. The clerks behind the counter eyed her, confused and suspicious, but they said nothing. They were in the business of selling advertising space in
The Grass Valley Times
, and if this newcomer wanted to advertise, they weren’t going to stop her.

She waited what felt like hours, but was probably more like a soul-crushing fifteen minutes, and was about to turn and head to try her luck at finding shelter somewhere else when a man walked into the office.

He was tall with dark brown, almost black curly hair, green eyes and a scruffy, close beard. He looked to be about twenty-seven years old.

He would do.

Eleanor stood in front of him. “I will marry you!” she blurted, unable to mask her desperation behind more feminine modesty. She was stranded and did not know what else to do.

The young man looked at her like she was clearly insane. Not wanting to be rude, he simply did his best to ignore her and walked past her to speak to one of the clerks at the counter.

Feeling dejected and even more alone in this strange place away from home, Eleanor turned and walked out of the office building. She hugged herself, feeling the bitter chill of the nighttime beneath the mountains. She had longed for so long to live amongst mountains and forests on the west coast, but now she just wanted to go home.

There was no way she would be able to go home, though, because she was now penniless. She could not even sell any of her belongings, because she had lost all of them to that awful bandit Danny Turnbull, if that was even his name.

“Why was I so foolish?” she asked herself as she walked along the path outside. “I should have asked more questions. I could have requested a photograph, some type of verification. Surely this could have been prevented.”

Alexander Montoya came out of the advertisement office and saw Eleanor sitting on the edge of the road. She did not even have a coat on her shoulders. He came over to her and knelt down, looking her in the eyes. She had kind-looking blue eyes, and cinnamon-colored hair that was up in a bun but was starting to tumble out after a very trying day.

“You aren’t planning to spend all night out here, are you?” he asked her.

She looked up at him, frightened at the sound of a man’s voice, but then relieved to see that it was the man she had seen in the office about an hour ago. “I was supposed to be with someone, but he… He lied to me.” Eleanor sniffled and was soon crying again, covering her little face with her even littler hands.

Alexander’s heart went out to the girl. He could not possibly leave her stranded out there on the cold street. “There now,” he said gently, offering her his handkerchief. “Why don’t you come home with me? I can put you up in my barn for the night. If you help me out on my farm, I will let you stay as long as you need to in order to get back on your feet. What do you say?”

She gladly took his handkerchief, blowing her nose and wiping away her tears as best as she could. “That would be very kind of you,” she said. He offered his hand to her, which she also graciously accepted. Once she was standing, he walked with her to his waiting horse and helped her onto it.

They rode together to his farmhouse, with her holding on tightly to his back. She kept her eyes closed for the ride, because she was tired and embarrassed about everything that had happened. She had thrown herself at this man in a very undignified way, and now he was answering her prayers. He was going to keep her safe, at least for the rest of this horrific disaster of a night.

When they arrived at his house, he dismounted carefully and helped her down. She was cold and tired and half starved. The journey had offered her meager meals because she had not been able to pay for much of anything. “Are you hungry?” he asked her. “I can fix you up some soup and then get to work making my barn livable for someone who’s not a sheep or a cow.”

He smiled at her and she softened a little towards him. He clearly was not angry with her, so she should not continue to feel so worried about what he thought of her now. “Thank you,” she said.

The house was warm and had a nice, homey, cottage-like feel to it. As she closed her eyes and took in the wonderful smells that came from the kitchen as he cooked up some soup, she could pretend that she was back home and that nothing bad had happened to her.

“What is your name?” she asked him. “I am Eleanor Whitman, from Massachusetts. I am sorry about before… It’s just that I came all this way at the request of someone from the mail order bride service. Only he turned out to not be who he said he was. He stole my purse and I had to run away.”

Alexander gazed at her in shock. That was awful! The women and men who used the service were usually kind, well-meaning souls who, for one reason or another, were in earnest to find a good match for themselves with someone across the country. He could not believe that someone would have taken advantage of this poor, innocent girl!

“Don’t worry about that now, Eleanor,” he said sweetly to her. He placed a hot bowl of potato soup in front of her at the table. “Be careful – don’t burn your mouth. My name is Alexander Montoya.”

She looked at him, batting her lashes. “And you were hoping to find a bride from across the country?” she asked. “Golly, I wish that I had found a respondent like you, and not that horrible man.”

He smiled a little, blushing cutely. She noticed that he had one dimple that showed on his left cheek when he smiled. She hoped to keep seeing that while she lived with him.

“I don’t know how good of a guy I am, but I will say that I’ve gotta be better than a bandit.” He ate a spoonful of the soup. “Mm, it’s not too hot now. Try it. It’ll warm you up and make you feel better.”