Baby For The Biker Bad Boy (Bad Boy MC Romance) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Kira Ward
top of her head.
“I don’t know why you’re here with me. The moment I saw you standing in front of your car, cursing like a ten year old, I knew you were as far out of my league as a person could get. But I couldn’t resist temptation.”
“How do you know you’re out of my league? Maybe I’m not the person you think I am.”
“And maybe you’re exactly who I think you are. You’ve just decided life in your world is too hard and you want to test the waters in mine.”
She nearly laughed. It was like he could see into her mind, could read all the thoughts she had believed she was successfully hiding from everyone around her. It was like he knew what was written on her heart.
“Scribe is a good name for you.”
He pulled her closer to him, but he didn’t say anything.
***
Scribe picked her up every morning for the next few weeks, even after he returned her car to her—both the alternator and started replaced at no charge—and was waiting for her every afternoon after class. They didn’t always go to the lake, but he never took her anywhere personal, either. They went to a diner one night on the outskirts of town and had the most amazing tacos she had ever tasted. Another time he took her to a small flea market where he bought her a funny little hat that he said made her look like Annie Oakley. But mostly they just hung out in quiet places where there weren’t a lot of other people around and talked.
Scribe was like no one else Nola had ever known. Not only was he the most handsome man she’d ever met—what was it about those blue eyes that she couldn’t stop thinking about, even in the middle of the night when sleep was a distant memory?—but he had the quickest wit of anyone she’d ever met. He was street smart, but wasn’t highly school-educated; she baffled him when she tried to explain basic biology to him one afternoon, but he could figure a tip in seconds and he whispered the lines to a sonnet in her ear late one evening when he thought she couldn’t hear him.
He was an enigma. She couldn’t figure him out, but she loved trying.
She stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom, trying to decide if she should wear jeans or a skirt. He texted her less than twenty minutes ago and told her he wanted to see her. That could mean almost anything. The last time she got a text like that, he took her to a bookstore and bought her a book she’d mentioned she might need for her physics class.
“Where are you off to?”
Nola glanced at her mother. “A friend’s coming by to take me out.”
“Should you really be going out this late? Don’t you have classes in the morning?”
“I’m an adult, Mom, I think I can handle my own life.”
She could feel the indignation coming off of her mother before she turned and saw it written all over her face.
“What’s happened to you?” her mother asked quietly. “You never used to talk to me that way.”
“Yeah, well, that was before Daddy died and turned our lives upside down.” Nola picked up a hair brush and ran it through her long, auburn curls. “Things have changed.”
“Maybe our situation, but I’m still your mother and I still deserve respect.”
“Of course.” Nola glanced at herself in the mirror one more time. “I don’t mean to disrespect you. But I’m twenty years old. If I want to go out, I think I’ll go out.”
She dropped a kiss on her mother’s cheek before brushing past her just as the roar of Scribe’s motorcycle vibrated against the windows.
Nola ran down the front steps and took the helmet Scribe was offering, glancing back at the house as his eyebrows lifted under his safety glasses. Her mother was standing in the doorway, her arms still crossed, a shadow covering her once attractive features. Nola felt bad. She should have gone back and apologized. But then Scribe was helping her onto the back of his bike, and her regrets melted into a desire to just disappear anywhere and everywhere with
“I don’t know why you’re here with me. The moment I saw you standing in front of your car, cursing like a ten year old, I knew you were as far out of my league as a person could get. But I couldn’t resist temptation.”
“How do you know you’re out of my league? Maybe I’m not the person you think I am.”
“And maybe you’re exactly who I think you are. You’ve just decided life in your world is too hard and you want to test the waters in mine.”
She nearly laughed. It was like he could see into her mind, could read all the thoughts she had believed she was successfully hiding from everyone around her. It was like he knew what was written on her heart.
“Scribe is a good name for you.”
He pulled her closer to him, but he didn’t say anything.
***
Scribe picked her up every morning for the next few weeks, even after he returned her car to her—both the alternator and started replaced at no charge—and was waiting for her every afternoon after class. They didn’t always go to the lake, but he never took her anywhere personal, either. They went to a diner one night on the outskirts of town and had the most amazing tacos she had ever tasted. Another time he took her to a small flea market where he bought her a funny little hat that he said made her look like Annie Oakley. But mostly they just hung out in quiet places where there weren’t a lot of other people around and talked.
Scribe was like no one else Nola had ever known. Not only was he the most handsome man she’d ever met—what was it about those blue eyes that she couldn’t stop thinking about, even in the middle of the night when sleep was a distant memory?—but he had the quickest wit of anyone she’d ever met. He was street smart, but wasn’t highly school-educated; she baffled him when she tried to explain basic biology to him one afternoon, but he could figure a tip in seconds and he whispered the lines to a sonnet in her ear late one evening when he thought she couldn’t hear him.
He was an enigma. She couldn’t figure him out, but she loved trying.
She stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom, trying to decide if she should wear jeans or a skirt. He texted her less than twenty minutes ago and told her he wanted to see her. That could mean almost anything. The last time she got a text like that, he took her to a bookstore and bought her a book she’d mentioned she might need for her physics class.
“Where are you off to?”
Nola glanced at her mother. “A friend’s coming by to take me out.”
“Should you really be going out this late? Don’t you have classes in the morning?”
“I’m an adult, Mom, I think I can handle my own life.”
She could feel the indignation coming off of her mother before she turned and saw it written all over her face.
“What’s happened to you?” her mother asked quietly. “You never used to talk to me that way.”
“Yeah, well, that was before Daddy died and turned our lives upside down.” Nola picked up a hair brush and ran it through her long, auburn curls. “Things have changed.”
“Maybe our situation, but I’m still your mother and I still deserve respect.”
“Of course.” Nola glanced at herself in the mirror one more time. “I don’t mean to disrespect you. But I’m twenty years old. If I want to go out, I think I’ll go out.”
She dropped a kiss on her mother’s cheek before brushing past her just as the roar of Scribe’s motorcycle vibrated against the windows.
Nola ran down the front steps and took the helmet Scribe was offering, glancing back at the house as his eyebrows lifted under his safety glasses. Her mother was standing in the doorway, her arms still crossed, a shadow covering her once attractive features. Nola felt bad. She should have gone back and apologized. But then Scribe was helping her onto the back of his bike, and her regrets melted into a desire to just disappear anywhere and everywhere with
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