Our Accidental Wedding: Hellhounds MC, #3

By Paula Cox

Our Accidental Wedding is book 3 and the finale of the Hellhounds MC trilogy!

I CAN'T LET HIM FIND OUT ABOUT OUR ACCIDENTAL BABY.

It was a night in heaven with a man from hell.
If only it had ended there.

"Welcome to my playroom," he said.
"Now shut the door and open your mouth."

I'd never had a night like that before.
And I promised myself I'd never let it happen again.

No matter how good it was.
No matter how hard I shook.
No matter how loud I moaned.

I couldn't be his animal, his toy.
I wouldn't be.
I won't be.

But Cain gave me something I never expected, something I never asked for:

His baby in my belly.

I never meant for this to happen, but now that I'm pregnant, I can't let him find out.
I have to keep our baby safe from her father.
Even if that means giving up my own life to save her.

Because Cain's coming back for us.
He wants what's his.
And it'll take everything I have not to let him get it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Sep 27, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386492443

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OUR ACCIDENTAL WEDDING: Hellhounds MC (Book 3)

By Paula Cox

I CAN’T LET HIM FIND OUT ABOUT OUR ACCIDENTAL BABY.

IT WAS A NIGHT IN HEAVEN with a man from hell.

If only it had ended there.

Welcome to my playroom, he said.

Now shut the door and open your mouth.

I’d never had a night like that before.

And I promised myself I’d never let it happen again.

No matter how good it was.

No matter how hard I shook.

No matter how loud I moaned.

I couldn’t be his animal, his toy.

I wouldn’t be.

I won’t be.

But Cain gave me something I never expected, something I never asked for:

His baby in my belly.

I never meant for this to happen, but now that I’m pregnant, I can’t let him find out.

I have to keep our baby safe from her father.

Even if that means giving up my own life to save her.

Because Cain’s coming back for us.

He wants what’s his.

And it’ll take everything I have not to let him get it.

Chapter 1

Isat alone in a large comfortable chair, lost in thought. I had spent the last two days in the company of the Hellhounds as Cain worked with the other members, trying to sort out the Bulls problem. I still kept my distance, but they didn’t seem like the murdering type.

Yesterday, while Cain worked the phones, one of the club girls, Cherie, discovered that I left New Orleans with little more than the clothes I had on my back and had organized a shopping trip. Myself, Cherie, Toni and Eva had gone shopping under the watchful eyes of a pair of the Hellhounds.

I found it humorous that the three women ordered the men around, giving them packages to tote, and they meekly complied. Not what I expected from big, bad, bikers. When I asked about it, Toni giggled and whispered into my ear that the men knew they would be well rewarded later that night if they pleased them today.

Alex, mind if I join you? Cherie asked, pulling me back to the present.

I waved at a matching chair.

I thought I would talk to you a few minutes, if you don’t mind.

Not at all. What do you want to talk about?

You and Cain.

What about us?

I just wanted talk to the woman that managed to snag Cain. Anyone that can do that is someone I want to get to know.

Oh? Why?

Because, Alex, I never thought he would take an old lady. He was too much the ladies’ man. Having you show up explains a lot.

How so? I asked, leaning in slightly, curious now.

He’s changed. He used to have a club girl, or someone else he picked up, every night. But over the last couple of months...I thought he had gotten tired of us and was getting it from somewhere else. I guess he was, but not like I thought. How did you do it?

Do what?

Get him to make you his old lady. I tried to get him to make me his...hell, all of us tried at one time or another, but we couldn’t do it. What’s your secret?

I couldn’t explain why, but I felt inordinately pleased with myself. If she only knew, but I wasn’t going to tell her the real reason. I can’t say. It was his idea, I said with a shrug, keeping it close enough to the truth that it wasn’t an actual lie.

Cherie gave me a long appraising look. Well, if you decide you want to let a sister know your secret, look me up first. Cain may be off the market, but there are a couple of others around that I wouldn’t mind being their old lady.

What can you tell me about Cain? I asked, deciding if she was going to dish out news, I wanted to hear it all.

"Nothing much to tell that you probably don’t already know. Great in bed. Sweet when he wants to be. Charming as hell. He used to spread it around, but not since you. I know he has made this club a lot of money. She smiled. One of the perks of being a club girl for the Hellhounds. They take care of you."

You like being a club girl?

Yeah, I do.

"Don’t take this the wrong way, but what does a club girl do?"

She grinned at me. Probably not what you think. I have a job. I work at Hermès, but I like to hang out here. The parties are fun and the perks are nice.

Perks?

Yeah. The guys don’t mind spending money on you and once you are known as a Hellhounds girl, just mentioning it is enough to make most guys stop hassling you. Cherie leaned in a little closer. And those that don’t....well, a phone call is all it takes. The Hellhounds, they take care of their own. Then there is the sex. Some of the guys know how to please a woman. You got the best.

And you’re not expected to... I began, not sure how to ask what I wanted to know. I had to admit, the Hellhounds weren’t exactly the way I thought a motorcycle club would be.

Put out? she asked with a grin.

Well, yes, to be blunt.

Cherie thought about it a moment. "In a way we are. But most of the time, we are not coerced. The guys respect us and know that it is a lot more fun if we are willing and engaged. And when they don’t take no for an answer, you just have to suck it up. I guess if we just flat refused, they wouldn’t make us, but you won’t be a club girl for very long if you did that very often. It’s a give and take relationship and you know that going in."

Give and take?

She snickered and looked around conspiratorially. Yeah. We give them some pussy and they take care of us.

I couldn’t help but giggle. But since I’m Cain’s old lady?

Then you are strictly off limits.

And Cain? I asked.

Cain less so.

How does that work?

If Cain were to ask for...my favors... then I could decide if I wanted to or not. I could refuse because you are his old lady and that would be okay. Or I could go, and then it becomes his problem if you get pissed off. But I’m no longer allowed to try to seduce him because I want him for the night.

And if I wanted to pull one of the other guys?

They won’t go for it. Not until they checked with Cain first.

So I’m protected is what you are saying?

That’s what I’m saying.

I thought about it. If Cain were to ask you to go to bed with him now, would you?

Would it matter?

I wanted to say it wouldn’t, but I knew that would be a lie. Yes. Probably.

Then I wouldn’t.

Why?

Because I wouldn’t want someone else doing that to me. What goes around comes around, you know?

I smiled at Cherie. Thank you. What about the other girls?

"Most feel the same way. A few you have to watch out for, especially with Cain because he’s so yummy."

I giggled again at her comment. But I don’t have anything to worry about so long as Cain doesn’t start it?

No. We girls, we police ourselves. If anyone were to try to put the moves on Cain without you knowing about it, we would kick her ass out on the street. That’s the kind of stuff that ruins it for everyone. We have it pretty good here and we don’t want someone shitting in our nest.

I thought about all that Cherie has said and what I had observed over the last two days. Don’t take this the wrong way, but the Hellhounds aren’t like I imagined at all.

What did you think we were like? Go on, I would love to know. Most of my friends are into bikers and know the score. I would like to hear an honest opinion from someone on the outside.

Well... I thought there would be a lot of fighting, orgies, drugs, drinking...and maybe killing of people. Especially with the 1% patch that everyone wears.

Cherie grinned at me. You didn’t have a very high opinion of us. And now?

"Well, there is some drinking, but I worked in a bar