Taming Coyote - E.C. Land Page 0,1

once over . . . slowly. A bob hairstyle, colorful tattoos over her arms that are shown off by the black tank top she’s wearing. I nearly groan at the fact she’s not wearing a bra under the damn thing.

“Let me get a beer,” I smirk, meeting her gaze seeing the blush that crosses her cheeks.

“You got it,” she smiles. I don’t miss the fact that she gives me her own once over. Nor do I miss the fact her eyes widen slightly on my cut.

I don’t know what that’s about, but fuck if I care. I only want one thing from her other than a beer and that’s a good time between her legs at least for the night.

“So, what time do you get off?” I ask, grinning when she sets the cold bottle in front of me.

She almost seemed to not want to answer before finally leaning forward on the bar top enough for me to see down her shirt. “If you can hang until six that’s when I get off. What are you thinking?”

“Oh, Kitten, I’m thinking about quite a few things, all of them having to do with me being between them legs of yours,” I murmur leaning forward, my elbows resting on the bar top as I meet and hold her gaze.

“Hmm, I like the idea,” she murmurs huskily to me.

“Good.” I’d stayed until she’d gotten off, the two of us chatting when she wasn’t handling other customers. Granted I never got her name, I spent the entire night and through the early morning enjoying her gorgeous body.

By the time the sun came up, I left her sleeping in the bed of my motel room. Climbing on my bike, I swung by the tattoo shop once again, checking for any clue as to if Milley was living above the place.

Nothing.

Figuring it for what it was, a fool’s errand, I head back for the interstate. Ready to get home. My mind though kept going back to the feisty kitten I’d spent all night fucking. Damn if only she was closer, I’d be calling her again. Too bad she’s not and I’ll never know who she is.

Chapter One

Milley

9 months later

“You’re out of your mind woman, I’m not taking you to the fuckin’ hospital for that fuckin’ baby to be born,” my big brother, Mason, sneers. He’s been pissed with me since finding out about a pregnancy I’d hidden for as long as I possibly could.

Then again when isn’t he pissed with me. All my life I’ve been a disappointment to him. Didn’t matter if I did what he asked or not. Growing up he kept the bad things he was involved in away from me, but when I’d turned eighteen that all changed. Now I’m just a pawn in a game he’s playing with the rest of his crew.

“Please, Mason, you don’t have to stay just drop me off,” I cry as a contraction hits me.

“No fuckin’ way. You did this to yourself and you can deal with it. This kid ain’t my responsibility,” he snaps as the front door to the house, he’s kept me locked in for the past five months, opens.

“But . . .” I start to beg; however, Sam, my brother's second in command stops me by slapping my face.

“Bitch, you fuckin’ go and ruin everything. Get your ass to the hospital yourself and when you get back here, you leave that bastard there,” Sam snarls. He’d been just as pissed considering he all but bought me from my brother and they controlled my movements alongside each other.

Due to my brother and Sam, I’ve done quite a few things in my life that I will forever regret. They’re a force to be reckoned with in this area.

My best friend, actually the only friend I ever had, ended up in the clutches of her ex’s cousin due to my brother agreeing to use me to get her. Torben and Raynor wanted her back and knew I was friends with her. At their request Mason was more than happy to help.

Doing my best to keep the sob at bay, I clutch my small but expanded stomach and make my way to the door. Grabbing the keys to my car, I do my best to ignore the contractions. The moment I get behind the wheel I suck in a breath. I wish I had time to go to another hospital. I wouldn’t make it though. The contractions are to close, besides Mason or Sam will have