Harder (Sensual Biker Romance, Spanking, Dark Romance) by Elizabeth Wilde Read Free Book Online

end and beeps in my ear.
    I try to call him back but there is no answer. I feel like I am coming out of my skin with worry, what if he was shot.  I reach down and pick up Starr for comfort, she purrs as I pet her chin.  “Don’t worry Daddy will be home soon,” I whisper to her.  I then feel tears start to form at the word Daddy.
    What if he never comes back and I am left alone again. I sit down on the back porch and start to cry hard all the emotions from my past coming to the surface.  My mind recalls that night again with perfect clarity; the blood is everywhere it is even on my hands.  I start to panic and can’t catch my breath my chest feels tight.  Each breath is hard. My head spins.  My world goes dark again.
    When I open my eyes, I see his face and smile.  I feel myself being lifted in his arms and the warmth of his body, I can hear him yelling to others it sounds like he is mad, or maybe he is just scared.  He is not so tough I think to myself, he is just like me.  A small smile crosses my face as I close my eyes again.  When I open them I am in a hospital bed, “Chance,” I whisper with a croak.
    I look over to my bedside and see him asleep, he looks out of place in his leathers, and his muscular body barely fits in the chair they gave him.  I watch him sleep and feel myself falling in love with him in this moment.  I hear a nurse come into the room she whispers to me, “Nice to see you awake,” she smiles down at me as she checks my vitals.  “What happened?” I ask softly still groggy and unclear.
    “The doctor will be in a little while, you know you’re a lucky girl, that he brought you in when he did,” she says as she pats my head.
    “Chance,” I say again this time louder.
    “Sasha,” he says quickly as he reaches out to my hand.  “Thank god,” he mumbles.
    “What happened?” I ask.
    “I found you on the back porch completely passed out, in the rain, your skin was so cold Sash,” he puts his head in my hands on the bed. I run my fingers through his thick brown hair.  “I’m fine,” I whisper.  “Did you really bring Jenny home?” I ask.  Chance lifts up his head, “She’s actually a few rooms down from you, they had her on a cocktail of drugs to keep her willing,” he chokes over the last word. 
    “Chance, I’m so sorry, but I am so glad she’s home safe,” I say, it was a bitter victory.
    Chance gets up and leans over me to kiss me softly, his lips are chapped and he smells like the road but I breathe him. I feel the same tightness in my chest with each deep breath.  “Hello, everyone,” a man in a white coat walks into the room.  “I am Doctor Farris, and Sasha you gave us all quiet the scare,” he says as he looks over my chart.
    “What’s wrong with her doc?” Chance asks worriedly.
    “Well, she has asthma, I think she may have had a panic induced attack, we also found signs of malnutrition, and anemia,” he says looking down at me while holding my wrist to take my pulse.
    “Also, there is one other thing I would like to discuss privately with my patient,” he says.
    “Whatever it is Chance can stay,” I say holding his hand tightly.
    “Okay, I assume then you’re the boyfriend,” he says looking Chance up and down.
    Chance nods. I feel like jumping for joy, he really is my more than just a fling; I am more than just a girl to him.
    “Well, you are about three weeks pregnant,” he says flatly.
    Chance’s face goes white.
    “Chance,” I say looking at him with a laugh.
    “You will need to start right away taking prenatal vitamins, and I have prescribed some medication for the asthma, you were also slightly dehydrated, so make sure she drinks plenty of fluids, some Gatorade or the like,” he says as he writes notes on my chart.
    “When can I go home?” I ask.  The words home leave my mouth so easily, I picture the house in the woods, and it is our little place.
    “Today, I just want you to finish that IV of fluids and then we