Released: MC Secret Baby Romance (New Adult Contemporary Biker Romance) by Casey Elliot Page B

the stony silence.
    Luke looked at me. “Nope,” he said, before turning his attention back to the road.
    I glanced over at him, his jaw was set firmly, and he radiated fury. I felt sick. My heart hammered away in my chest and my mouth was dry.
    He knew about Emmy. Pulling the SUV into the parking lot, he slipped wordlessly from the car and came around, helping me to the ground. I sighed. This was going to be a long night .
    “Luke, you’re getting drunk,” I whispered to him, as he snatched yet another scotch from the waiter making the rounds. His foul mood had continued, and guests were starting to give him a wide berth the more he drank.
    “What’s it to you,” he snapped at me.
    “Luke, I’m going to get a cab and go home.” I pulled away from him and headed through the double doors.
    The night was cool and it felt refreshing on my skin. Guilt ate away at me as I crossed the lot in search of a cab, furiously wiping away the tears that spilled down my cheeks. I turned to the sound of footsteps running up behind me as I walked past Luke’s SUV.
    “Skye, wait,” Luke said, as he joined me, gently holding onto my arms. “I couldn’t let you go without telling you how beautiful you are.” For the first time tonight, his face showed kindness instead of fury. “I’m sorry for being a jerk, Skye. Please, don’t cry.” Luke’s fingers wiped away the tears that cascaded down my cheeks, tilting my head up to look at him. “I wanted you then, and I want you now.” I stood on my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around Luke’s neck, pulling him down to me.
    “I’ve only ever wanted you,” I admitted, breaking away from our kiss.
    Luke’s eyes lit up, his lips crashing onto mine, as he turned and pinned me against the car.
    “You look fucking amazing in that dress,” he growled, his hand sliding up under my dress and across my silk panties. I shuddered under his touch, wetness starting to grow between my legs. My hands fumbled at his belt as I pulled him close to me. His lips broke apart from mine, moving down my cheek to the hollow of my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my side.
    “Tell me it’s not true. Tell me Emmy isn’t mine,” he murmured. I felt myself still, the words cutting through me like a knife. Luke pushed himself away from me, holding himself up with one arm against the roof of the SUV.
    “Skye!” His eyes searched mine. he was pleading with me to tell him it wasn’t true.
    “I…” I started, but I couldn’t meet his gaze. He knew at that moment that it was true. Emmy was his. Pushing himself off the car, he walked away before turning back toward me angrily.
    “Is she mine?” he demanded, his voice low. I couldn’t find words, but I nodded slowly. I could see the hurt and anger in his eyes. “Is that why you broke it off?”
    “Yes,” I admitted simply.
    “Why didn’t you tell me?! Did you think I was like all the other men who would turn my back on you and our daughter?”
    “No, actually, I thought the opposite. I knew you would stay. You would try and make it work, and Luke, you are a star and there is nothing I would do to stand in your way.”
    “You don’t get to make that choice on your own!” he screamed at me, his lips drawn back in a snarl.
    “I’m sorry.” I spluttered through the tears that filled my eyes and spilled down my cheeks.
    “You don’t get to cry over this. You kept me from my daughter,” he accused.
    “I wanted you to have everything you ever wanted.”
    Luke stilled, before stalking back over to me. “Did you ever think that all I ever wanted might be standing in front of me, and waiting for you back at your apartment? You don’t get to make those decisions for me, ever.” Luke once again turned and walked off into the night.
    “Where are you going?” I called out after him.
    “Getting you a cab. You should be at home looking after our daughter,” he said angrily, as he hailed a passing taxi. Wordlessly, he bundled me into the