Biker Babe’s First Christmas

A Biker Beauties Short Story

Biker Babe’s First Christmas

by Audrey Carlan

Copyright: Audrey Carlan, INC.

“Pussycat, get your fine ass outta my truck,” Rex growled from outside the passenger side window. I glared and crossed my arms over my chest and didn’t move an inch. 

“Shay, what game you playin’?” His caramel colored eyes swirled with confusion. He had his hair down with a black beanie pulled over his crown and ears. I wished I wasn’t so mad and could truly appreciate the beauty that was my man. He looked good in jeans and a tee, and was definitely delicious in leather and long sleeves, but I loved when he wore his lumberjack getup, complete with a white long sleeved thermal and a red and black checkered fleece button up with a beanie. Pair all of that with his beard and ‘stache, and my man was stratospherically hot. 

I turned my head and gifted him my frostiest gaze. “You promised me a Christmas tree. A real one.” 

“What the fuck you think I’m doin’, woman?” His tone was exasperated. 

I pursed my lips. “This is the clubhouse, not the corner lot off of Main Street, Rex.” I huffed and pressed my hand over where I felt one of the twins playing kickball with my bladder.

My husband put his hand in his pocket, got out the keys and unlocked the door. “What’s the matter?” His gaze and hand went straight to mine over the sore spot where either my son or daughter was perfecting the world’s greatest punt. 

“Your giant children are playing soccer with my bladder, and now I have to pee!” I grouched and pushed his hand away, shimmied on the leather seat as best as I could get my six months pregnant ass to the edge, while grabbing onto the o-shit bar to help me heave out of the vehicle into the freezing cold air. Technically, it wasn’t really even freezing, but for December in Oregon, we were having record temps in the super low forties. 

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re near a bathroom isn’t it?” Rex hooked an arm around my waist and helped me up the steps of the lodge. 

I slapped at his hands. I swear to the Harley on High the man was beyond overprotective when it came to me and his unborn children. He used to love me for my wild ways and independence. That was until I got pregnant and he put a ring on it. Now it had become all about safety first. 

Fuck safety. He wouldn’t even let me ride on the back of his motorcycle anymore. Says if I can’t get my arms completely around his waist because of our babies then it wasn’t safe. Again, fuck safe. 

Biker babes are rebels by nature, and this biker babe was fed up with his coddling. 

“Babe, chill. I don’t want you slipping on the steps,” he admitted softly. 

I sighed and let him help me. It was easier that way. “Why are we here? You promised me a tree, Rex.” 

“And I will deliver. Now go use the head, and I’ll be at the bar.” 

Of course, he would. Shooting ’em back with his brethren while the little lady went pee fifty thousand times. The look I gave him could have frozen his balls straight to his zipper. I lifted a hand and pointed at his muscular chest. For a second, I got sidetracked with all the yumminess I knew was under his long sleeved thermal and fleece and laid my entire hand there running it down his boxed abdominals. The space between my thighs got hot and throbbed a familiar beat. 

Stupid, hot husband. 

Stupid hormones. 

Stupid everything! 

“You want a little detour up to our room, I’m happy to settle that heat I see simmering in your eyes, Pussycat.” 

I ground my teeth and got back to business, ignoring his physique and getting to the real issue. “You promised me a tree, and so help me God, if we do not have one by the time these babies tire me out this evening and I crash with no twinkly lights to enjoy, you are not going to like the consequences.” 

He snorted. 

I glared. 

“I mean it.” 

He chuckled. “Babe, I know you mean it; you’re just shit at delivering on your threats.” 

“New Year’s Resolution!” I screeched, turned on my heel and went to the bathroom I knew was downstairs even though there was a personal one in the room we had at the club. I just didn’t want to go up the flights of stairs to get to it. By the time I got back down, I’d have to go again. 

I stormed off, went to the restroom, and took care of business. The twins seemed to settle after they had a little more room. Plus, they preferred me walking around being busy. When I was seated was when they would start playing tug of war, soccer, fight night, or whatever the heck they did in there that kept me from sleeping half the time. Usually Rex would have to fuck me stupid in order to knock out all three of us. 

At least he seemed to like my body with a hundred percent more curves.

When I was done, I maneuvered through the halls back to where the bar was. Shockingly, Rex wasn’t there tossing one back. Jay was behind the bar wiping it down. 

“Hey, you seen Rex?” 

He flopped the towel over his shoulder and rested his hands on the wooden surface. “Yeah, just saw him go out the door with an axe in his hand. You piss him off?” 

“No!” I fired off obstinately. He grinned. “Maybe. Thanks!” 

“Sure thing, Princess.” 

I waved and headed back out front. My man had a backpack he didn’t have with him before and an axe in his hand. 

“I’m sure we can talk about this,” I teased glancing at the weapon he gripped. 

He laughed and held out his free hand. “Come on.” 

I took his hand and let him lead me down the stairs. As I moved to go towards the truck, he tugged my arm. 

“What are you doing?” I asked but followed him over the gravel driveway and up the slanted grass towards the forest. 

“You wanted a real Christmas tree, Pussycat. We’re getting one.” 

My mouth dropped open and closed a couple times before a huge smile split across my face. “We’re going to chop one down!” 

“Yep! Old school.” 

I bit my lip, the tree hugging hippie side to my biker babe playing devil’s advocate. “But isn’t that kind of…l don’t know, messed up to chop down a perfectly good tree?” 

He shook his head but kept trudging through the well-worn path the club used when we wanted to hike. “You were going to go to the tree farm on Main and pick out one that had been chopped down. What’s the difference?” 

I licked my lips and rubbed at my cold nose. “Well, those ones have already been cut, so in a way, I’m kind of making a bad thing better by, at the very least, using it to light up my holiday.” 

He laughed heartily. “Babe, that’s ridiculous.”

I frowned. “Is not!” 

“Shay, it is. How about this. We pick out our very first tree, and after we use it, I’ll chop it up and use it to keep my wife and babies warm through the rest of the winter.” 

My heart pounded a happy beat in my chest. I snuggled next to his side and rubbed my face against his bicep. “That’s sounds awesome, honey.” 

“Fuckin’ woman. So goddamned pretty she can get anything she wants outta me.” 

That time I giggled against his form. 

We walked for a good fifteen minutes enjoying the sounds of nature and the life around us. It was cold, but I was warm enough with the babies providing my own mini heater. 

Eventually, we found a spot that had tons of smaller pine trees. I remembered this area because each year my mother would drag the entire club out to plant new trees. She said if we were going to chop them down to keep warm, we sure as hell were going to replant them each year. It was a pretty good system and seemed to work for us. 

Rex led me straight to a tree dead set in the middle of the acre of decent sized trees, as if he already knew which one he wanted. 

When we got to the tree, it was absolute perfection. A good eight feet, branches seeming evenly placed, with a trunk that wasn’t too thick. 

“It’s beautiful, baby, but do you want to look around and make sure it’s the one?” 

He shook his head and pointed to a spot hidden in the tree branches. I bent and got close enough to see what he was looking at. 

I gasped and traced the etching into the tree. 

SHAY

12/1/2014

“Oh my god! I carved that into this tree five years ago today.” 

He grinned. “I know. I figure our very first tree and Christmas together should be one we always remember.” 

Tears prickled at the back of my eyes. Stupid hormones. I swallowed and sniffed trying to hold it back. My voice was thick as molasses. “Honey.” 

Rex cupped my cheeks and kissed me. His lips were cold, yet intense, heating up with each flick of his tongue. I gave what I got in return and more, trying to eat at his mouth, dipping my tongue for a deep taste of the only man I’d ever love. For a long time, we kissed in the cold with the birds chirping around us and the branches of the trees swaying, making their own music. 

I pulled away first, my heart beating wildly, my sex clenching wantonly. “I want you,” I whispered against his mouth. 

He smiled. “I know.” 

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I love you. This is the perfect tree. The perfect day. With the most perfect man in the world.” 

“Now I know you’re horny!” 

I opened my mouth in shock. 

“Pussycat, ever since you got pregnant, if you get sweet towards me, it usually ends with a handful of orgasms for you and a tired tongue and cock for me.” 

I pushed at his chest, but he held me tight while laughing. 

“Never heard you complaining!” 

“Oh, I’m not. Believe me. You are the hottest piece of ass I’d ever had in my life. Carrying my babies? Fuck me…outstanding. The more of you there is, the more I want to get inside you, so do not ever think I’m not your willing sex slave.” 

“You’re ruining my perfect tree moment with your sex talk!” I groused with a pout. 

“No, I’m not. Once we get this tree cut down, in the back of my truck and inside our house, I’m fucking you underneath it to nothin’ but a lit fire and twinkling Christmas lights.” 

Desire poured through my body, melting me where I stood, like hot cocoa over marshmallows. 

“Jesus, Rex, the pictures you paint.” 

He grinned wickedly. “Now move back, woman. I’ve got a tree to chop down.” 

***

By the time he got the tree down, removed the rope and pulley system he must have already prepared in advance—like a regular boy scout—I was a ball of sizzling nerves and a wet, pulsing cunt. 

Watching him wield an axe like a real lumberjack was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. He didn’t whack at the thing haphazardly. No, he used brute strength and skill, striking in the same spot over and over again. When the tree was hanging on by a small bit, he lifted his big ass motorcycle boot and kicked it over. 

Kicked it over. 

It landed in a heap and I swear to all things holy I had a mini-orgasm when that sucker hit the ground with a boom.

Rex had turned that devil may care smile my way, held his axe level with the earth, lifted his head to the sky and roared out into the open wilderness like the beast he was. 

It was phenomenal. 

Sexy as fuck. 

Now, back at the house, I was in the kitchen, dishing out the roast, potatoes, and carrots I’d set in the crock pot this morning. The entire house smelled of delicious meat, spices and cooking veggies when we got the tree into the living room. 

I left Rex with the box of multicolored lights, flicked on the classic rock station, and headed to our bedroom. I put on a pair of maternity yoga pants and a cotton camisole with lace trim and a comfy, but still hinted at sexy, slouchy off the shoulder sweater with no bra that showed off my bump. I would let my man discover the no bra as a hidden treat after dinner. 

When I had the food ready and the radio was playing Aerosmith’s “Sweet Emotions”, I called out to my husband. 

“Soup’s on!” 

Rex swaggered in and glanced at the feast I’d laid out, complete with a nice tablecloth, our kickass red stoneware, a chilled beer for him, peach decaffeinated iced tea for me—because the babies craved all things fruit and meat—and warmed rolls with butter. 

“I thought you said we were having soup?” He pulled out my chair for me. 

I frowned. “Babe, it’s a figure of speech,” I huffed and sat down. 

He leaned over me and kissed the side of my neck. “I know, Pussycat. Just riling you up. This looks fantastic. My mouth has been watering since we walked in. And after all that chopping, I’m fuckin’ starved.” 

He kissed my neck and dragged his nose along the column to my ear. “Thank you, baby.” 

I smiled and turned my head so that I could take in his beautiful eyes. “Thank you for the tree.” 

“Whatever my woman wants, she gets.” 

I cupped his bearded jaw and lifted enough so I could kiss him. He nibbled my lips until I started laughing. “Hey, eat the food, you heathen, not me.” 

“Oh, I’ll be eating you; that’s a given.” He winked, pecked me on the lips, and went to his chair. He grabbed the neatly folded napkin and placed it over his lap before picking up his fork, stabbing a huge chunk of roast, and plopping the entire thing in his mouth. 

He groaned and closed his eyes, chewing heartily. “Damn, my woman can cook.” 

I danced in my seat at his approval and got down to the business of eating. 

“So how did you know about that tree? Even I’d forgotten about it, and I carved it only five years ago” 

He speared a baby carrot, put it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed. “Riot. Told him my plan and he brought me out there. Showed me the set of trees he remembered you planting with Mags and Whip. Showed me that tree and told me it was the first one you’d planted in that area when you were fifteen years old. Said you bitched all day about having to miss out on some party.” 

“That’s right! I blamed him for my best friend hooking up with Wally Newton when I had planned on making my own moves on the most popular boy in school.” 

Rex chuckled and wiped his mouth. “Wally? You wanted a guy named Wally? Somehow, I find that hard to believe.” 

I sipped my peach tea and let the craving simmer down now that I was getting the hit I needed. “He was a big deal. I never talked to Becky Stevens again after that. Stupid cow.” 

“Was she a bigger gal?” 

I frowned. “No. Why would you think that?” 

He laughed so hard he leaned back with it, putting one of his long legs out past my chair and ran his bare foot along my calf. “Just think, you were planting that tree and now, ten years later, you get to enjoy it with your husband. Fuck Wally Newton.” 

“I did. Stole him right out of Becky’s arms and gave him my virginity. At least by then, he knew how to do the deed.” 

Rex leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. “This Wally douche still live in Grant’s Pass?” 

I smile and prodded a potato. “Why? You gonna find him and beat the shit out of him for banging me when I was seventeen?” 

He looked at me, serious as a heart attack, and growled, “Yes.” 

I cupped my hand over his and squeezed. “No, he left the area for college on a football scholarship. I have no idea where he ended up, and I don’t care. I have the hottest man on the planet sitting at my table, giving me babies, and chopping down special trees in order to make memories that we’re going to spend a lifetime sharing with our kids.” 

He lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles. “You want me to hunt him down and bust his ass, I will.” 

“I’ll take that under advisement.” 

“You do that.” 

I smiled, and for the next twenty minutes, we ate and discussed names for our children. We were at six months, climbing towards seven, and knew we were having a boy and a girl but still hadn’t decided on their names. When the dinner was done and the dishes washed and put away, we still were no closer to a decision.

***

After dinner, I brushed my teeth and hair, removed my makeup, and moisturized before going back to the living room to find out what my husband was up to. 

When I entered from the hall, I gasped at the sight. There was a fire burning in the small hearth. Above the mantle was a stream of greenery filed with white twinkle lights that blinked prettily. Next to it sat our beautiful tree with bright white lights filling every branch. Under it was a red velvet tree skirt that he must have pulled from the box. And on the tree skirt sat two cream colored boxes with big red velvet bows. 

“It’s beautiful, Taggart.” I used his real name. Normally, he demanded that in the bedroom, but I called him Rex in public. Didn’t want any of his brothers giving him shit about his name even though I thought it was cool as hell. 

“Come here, Pussycat. I’ve got something for you.” He sat in front of the tree on a big fluffy comforter that was surrounded by our couch toss pillows and the ones from our bed. 

I lifted up my pointer finger. “One sec,” I said and dashed into the kitchen to get the desert I’d made before we went out to find a tree. 

With gentle hands, I pulled out the freshly dipped chocolate covered berries. I decided to switch it up and dip strawberries, blackberries, and raspberries. The chocolate scent wafted up to me as I waddled back into the living room and handed the plate to my husband who was sitting cross-legged in his jeans and white thermal. I could see the planes of his muscular chest through the thin fabric, and my mouth watered more at that sight than from the berries, and I was pretty excited about those chocolate covered dream bites. 

When I got close, he set the plate to the side and helped me to my knees where I sat and rubbed around and around my stomach. 

Rex tipped forward, encircled my bump with his big hands, and kissed both sides. “Be good for your mama, you hear?” He double kissed again. He always did two. One for each baby. 

I took in all that was our beautiful tree and my man’s ruggedly handsome face, lit up in profile from the lights he’d placed on it just for me. Tears filled my eyes and blurred my vision. 

“Pussycat…” 

“I’m just so happy,” I barely got out as the tears fell. He cupped my cheeks, wiped the tears away with his thumbs then kissed me softly. 

Rex pressed his forehead to mine. “Me too. Never been happier in my whole goddamned life until I set foot in Grant’s Pass, found a home with the brotherhood and the club, and the woman I’d spend the rest of my life breathing for. The woman who is giving me the most precious gift, something I never even dreamed I could have. A loving family of my own. I love you beyond reason, Shay.”

I swallowed down the emotion and sat there with my husband, cementing in every second of our first Christmas together. 

“Got you somethin’.” Rex sat back, grabbed the two boxes and handed them to me. 

I frowned. “It’s not Christmas yet.” 

He smiled and pushed a long lock of dark hair behind my ear. “Know that, babe. Just open it. Start with the big one.” 

I wiggled in my spot and pulled the ribbon with exuberance and opened the lid. Inside, wrapped in a flurry of tissue paper, was a stunning angel in a white dress with gold wings. 

“Your mom told me it was tradition that you always put the angel on the tree in their home. Wanted you to have your own angel in our home to put up every year.” 

Once again, the tears started prickling, but I deep breathed through it. I ran my finger over her long dark hair. The one Mom has was a blonde angel. 

“Found one that reminded me of my own dark angel.” He pointed to the hair. 

“She’s perfect. Absolutely gorgeous.” I flattened my hand against her pearly white gown. 

“Just like my wife. Let’s put her up.” He nodded toward the tree. 

He helped me stand up, which was when I noticed the stepladder next to the tree. He opened it up and grimaced. “I don’t like the idea of you pregnant on this fuckin’ ladder, but I’m going to hold you the entire time. S, don’t you even attempt to stop me. End of. Feel me?” 

I smiled huge and tried my best not to let more than a few chortles push past my smiling lips. He scrunched up his face playfully, which had me laughing out loud. 

“Okay! Sorry. Help me up.” 

I took his hand and climbed up. When I got to the second-to-the-top step, he growled, “High enough!” 

“Hold on,” I warned and leaned forward. 

His entire body encircled mine. It was like leaning against a brick wall but more comfortable. 

“Wouldn’t dream of letting go,” he promised. 

Once I got the angel settled on the top of the tree, he helped me back down where he wrapped his arms around me. In one of his hands he held up a smaller box. “Open this one too.” 

“You sure are full of surprises this evening! If you’re not careful, I’m going to believe my badass biker is a softie for the holiday!” 

He snuggled me while I opened the smaller package to find an ornament. It was a silver, steel cut motorcycle. Engraved into the center was: 

TAGGART & SHAY

2019

“You bring out the sentimental side in me, woman.” He kissed my temple. “Want this to be the first of many amazing holidays together. Set our life and traditions up right. You, me, our babies…” He ran his hands over my pregnant belly. “…this means somethin’ to me. Need you to know how much.” 

I pressed back against him, letting the ornament dangle between my fingers. “Baby, I do know how much. It’s the same for me. I feel like this year has been a dream come true. I’m almost afraid of ringing in the New Year for fear it will all go to shit.” 

He dipped his chin against my neck. “Won’t let that happen. We’re going to have a beautiful life. Hell, we already do. Look how much we have to be grateful for.” 

I sighed and let him hold me while we stared at the tree. After a few minutes had passed, I reached out and hung the engraved motorcycle ornament right in the center where everyone could see it. 

With emotion in my throat and my heart clenching, I turned in his arms. “Make love to me. Right now, right here in front of our first Christmas tree.” 

He grinned, tunneled one of his hands into the back of my hair, and brought his lips over mine. His hands wandered up and down my curves, squeezing my bum and my naked breast over my clothing. 

Slowly, he eased me down to the blanket and pillows, propping me just right, so my hips were lifted but my back didn’t hurt. His strong fingers curled around my yoga pants and tugged them down my legs and off. He lifted one of my legs and kissed my ankle, then ran his tongue all the way up to my knee. I shivered and licked my lips, imagining exactly what he could do with that appendage. He repeated the same sequence with my other leg before humming as he got down on his forearms before me. 

Blatantly, I opened my legs wide, daring him to do his worst or, in this case, what could only be his best. 

“You’re shimmerin’, Pussycat. All that excitement for me?” 

I ran my nails down the muscle of my thighs. “You know it is. Touch me, please…” I lifted my hips in offering. 

“Christ, I love when you, beg. Makes me harder than steel,” he growled before dipping his head and taking my cunt. 

This was no gentle tease; he went straight in, plunging his tongue deep. I moaned and gasped at the sudden sensual onslaught, but he didn’t let up. He flicked his tongue as though he was using his fingers; the man was so damn skilled at giving head. I thrust my hips against his face, taking everything he gave and demanding more by gripping his hair and pressing him harder against me until I was crying out, screaming in pure ecstasy, and panting like I’d run a marathon. 

He kept at me. 

Never content to get me off only once, he spread me open with his thumbs and ran the flat of us tongue up and down, rubbing his beard against my sensitive flesh until I was trembling and on the verge of letting loose again. 

“You want to come on my face again or with me inside?” 

“Inside, baby. Need you,” I choked out. 

“Shirt. Off. Now,” he ordered, his voice gruff and thick with desire. 

He lifted up onto his knees, pulled his thermal off while I yanked my sweater and tank off in one go. His eyes lit up, pupils growing to twice their size at the sight of my heavy breasts. They were already two sizes bigger, and I was already a busty gal. Right now, this pregnant, they were obscene, and he loved the hell out of them. 

“Jesus, look at you. My own personal Aphrodite.” His hands caressed my breasts, then around my belly and between my thighs where he ran his fingers through my arousal, dipping two thick digits inside and fucking me with them. “Love touching you, Shay. Love lookin’ at you. Love the fuck outta you, woman.” 

I mewled in response and fucked myself harder on his talented fingers. With his free hand, he undid his jeans, opened the fly, and pulled out his massive erection. He was hard and glistening at the tip. I licked my lips. 

“You want to suck on your man?” 

I nodded. “Uh huh.” My focus was zeroed in on his thick length as he stroked the item of my extreme fascination.

“You want me to fuck you with it?” 

I nodded and repeated my uh huh. 

He chuckled. “Well, which is it? What do you want and I’ll give it to you?” His tone was coated in pure lust. 

“I want it all.” I used my hands in a come-hither gesture but continued to work my hips on his fingers. 

“Gonna have to stop fingering you.”

That’s when I gave him a pout and double-timed my hips. 

He dipped his head, fingered me mercilessly and sucked my clit so hard I came while lifting my hips up to his face. He held my ass with his other hand and kept going until I relaxed and started to come down. 

“Want your mouth but want your cunt more. Keep those legs spread wide.” He shoved another pillow under my hips and lined himself up. With his jeans pressed down to his knees, he knelt and pressed the wide crest of his crown to my center and eased home. He didn’t slam inside once I started to show. I missed the rough sex but not enough to mention it. He always made sure I got mine repeatedly, and I respected his need to be gentle with my condition. 

Once he was balls-deep, he dipped his head back and sighed. His powerful body was on display, and my eyes could not take in enough. Behind him, the tree twinkled and sparkled, making his skin look a golden brown. The man thought I looked like a goddess, but he was Ra, the sun god, in all his golden glory. All fire, heat, and power raging through every inch of his gorgeous body. 

I watched while he slid his length out until just the tip was inside. I moved one of my hands between us and felt his length piercing me, enjoying feeling him take me. 

“Work that clit for me. Want to see you playing with yourself under the twinkle lights while I fuck you gentle.” 

God, could this man get any hotter? I didn’t think so. 

While he eased in and out of me, truly making love, I teased my little bundle of nerves until my sex started to clench and squeeze. 

“Oh yeah, there it is. My Pussycat is going to purr for me.” 

“Yeah, baby,” I panted and worked myself, staring at my husband’s gorgeous form as he made love to me. Before I knew it, tremors were skittering through my body; my blood had heated, and lightning was about to strike. 

He pushed my hand away and took over manipulating me. Thumb to my clit, his other at my hip, holding me steady while he pounded inside. 

My body arched, and I came so hard those twinkle lights quadrupled as I saw my own version of stars cascading across my vision. Moments after, I watched as Rex’s body ignited, his muscles flexing, his chest misting with sweat as he worked me over, and finally, his long drawn out groan of pure pleasure as he held me still and shot his essence deep inside me. 

Leisurely, he removed himself from me. “Stay here. Be back,” he murmured, but there was no way I was getting up after three magical orgasms to knock me out. 

When he came back, he was fully naked and holding a washcloth. He cleaned between my thighs, grabbed the blanket over the couch, and covered me up while he took the towel to the bathroom. I heard the water go on and off, then he returned, sat down, placed a few of the pillows behind the back of the couch and maneuvered me until I was snuggled heavily against his side. 

I was dozing on and off while staring at our magnificent lit tree. 

“You want a chocolate covered berry?” 

I swear his question went straight to the twins’ ears and they rolled and punched at my side. His hand was resting on my naked bump, so he felt the response. 

“Damn! I guess that was a yes from the kids!” He chuckled, leaned over and retrieved the plate and set it on his lap.

He grabbed a covered raspberry and held it to my lips. I opened my mouth and took it. The chocolate and tart fruit burst onto my taste buds, and I moaned. 

“Jesus, woman, you’re going to give me a complex. I just got you off three times and none of ’em sounded as good as that moan from a fuckin’ berry.” 

I shrugged. “The babies like fruit. Give me another one. Oooh, a blackberry this time.” 

He plopped a piece in his mouth and then reached for what I wanted and gave it to me. “Shit, these are insane,” he mumbled around his bite.

“Good, right?” 

He bent his head to mine. “Kiss me.” 

I kissed him, swirled my fruity chocolate tongue with his fruity chocolate tongue and hummed in ecstasy. Best ever! 

“Amazing,” he murmured and ate another one then kissed me again. “Yep. Stellar. Your mouth, your cunt, and this berry and chocolate tastes like heaven, woman.” 

I busted up laughing until my sides hurt. 

Rex traced my belly, and I watched while he made the shape of an S then the shape of a T. 

“We should name the babies with an S and T just like us. Another tradition.” 

He grinned and continued to make shapes. 

“Trace,” I said out of nowhere, not even sure where it came from. 

“Trace?” 

“For the boy. You’re always tracing my belly, writing letters and symbols on my stomach. So, Trace.” 

“I like it. It’s tough but different.” 

I couldn’t have stopped smiling if I’d tried. “And what about the girl?” I asked. 

“Well, if we have a T name, and Trace is a cool ass name for my son, we have to give our daughter an S name. Something that’s like yours but still unique.” 

“Shawna? We can call her Shaw?” I suggested but wasn’t really committed to it. 

He shook his head back and forth. “Knew a bitch with that name. And she was a nasty one.” 

I frowned. “Sway? It’s like Shay.” 

He licked his full lips and rubbed at his beard. “Swayze. Sway for short.” 

My heart started pounding an excited rhythm. “That’s so badass! My daughter is going to be a kickass biker baby girl with the name Swayze!” 

“What do you think, guys?” he said out loud and rubbed my belly. “Trace and Swayze?” 

The twins kicked up a storm. He chuckled and sat up, putting both of his hands on my stomach, one on each side.

“Shawna and Tristan,” he randomly said, and he got nothing. No movement at all. 

“Okay, Trace and Swayze?” The twins went crazy kicking their dad’s palms. 

“Holy fuckin’ shit! It’s a Christmas miracle!” 

Together we laughed, ate chocolate covered berries, kissed a lot, and talked to our children who were named and apparently approved of our choices. I couldn’t wait to tell my parents tomorrow. 

When the clock struck ten Rex made to move me and take me to bed. I shook my head. “No baby. Want to sleep right here under our tree and next to our fireplace. Just for tonight.” 

“Whatever my woman wants, she gets.” He cuddled up close against my back with his arm around me and our twins. “This is already the best Christmas I’ve ever had, Shay, and we still have almost a month to go before it’s Christmas day.” He whispered in my ear, “Thank you for making my life sweet and giving me everything I could ever wish for.” 

I moved his hand up between my breasts then to my lips and kissed the center of his palm. “Thank you for giving me you, Trace, and Swayze. This amazing tree. The angel. The ornament. I’ll remember this day for the rest of my life. The best Christmas I ever had.”

“I love you, Shay Crawford.” 

“I love you too, baby, Merry Christmas.” 

“Merry Christmas.” He held me close and I drifted off into dreamland with nothing but Christmas trees, a sweet baby boy and girl, and a hunky lumberjack biker filling my mind and dreams with pure joy and the holiday spirit.

Live wild…Ride free.



A note from Audrey

Thank you for reading my books. I live my dream every day because of readers like you. I hope you enjoyed a Biker Babe’s First Christmas. This was my gift to you. 

May you live your dreams, read amazing books all year long, and fall asleep with nothing but beauty in your heart. 

All my love. 

Audrey