Leon | a Bad Boy MC Motorcycle Club Romance (6 page)

  He pulls her close, his breath hot as he kisses against her chest before ravaging her breasts, sucking her nipple into his mouth and nibbling it lightly with his teeth as she reaches down between them, her fingers gently stroking his cock before she spreads her lips apart and lets him sink inside.

  She lowers herself down, sighing out as he fills her once again as she leans against him, her head on his shoulder.

“Oh…” He moans as they rock together back and forth, his cock sliding against her walls. “Oh… I’m gunna cum, baby…”

  She nods her head, rocking her hips as she presses her lips against his neck, sucking his flesh as she nibbles her way up to his ear.

  Alia sighs into Leon’s ear as she feels him swell up, his cock twitching as he sucks in air before biting his bottom lip and holding his breath as rope after rope of his hot seed fills her, sliding out from between them as they continue to buck into each other.

  She lifts herself off of him, her whole body trembling as his hot cum slides down the inside of her thigh as she kisses down his rock hard chest.

  Alia gasps, her heart stopping as she hears footsteps down the hallway outside her door.

  She covers her mouth, looking over to Leon as he quickly covers them with her blanket.

  They listen as the steps get further away and Alia smiles, letting out a soft giggle as she hears the creaking of the bathroom door as someone enters it.

“I think someone’s just going to the bathroom…” She whispers, resting her forehead against his as they hear the toilet flush.

  Leon sighs out in relief as they listen to the footsteps walks back into her parent’s room before she rolls off of him.

“I thought I was going to get my ass beat.” He whispers, chuckling as he wraps his arms around the small of her back once again.

“You still might…” She sighs out, biting her bottom lip as she places her lips against his neck. “But really, I think you should go…”

“Are you kicking me out, Alia?” He asks, a coy smile crossing his lips as he buries his nose in her still damp hair.

  She nods her head up and down, her eyelids heavy as she sits up before sliding off the bed.

  She picks up her t-shirt from her floor before sliding her arms back into the armholes and pulling it over her head.

  Alia walks over to him, watching as Leon steps in his boots before leaning against him, his arms wrapping around her and squeezing her tight.

  She sighs into his mouth as he presses his lips against hers one last time, his tongue gently dragging over her bottom lip before he pulls away, walking towards the window and leaving her mouth agape.

“See you around.” He says, winking at her before climbing out of the window and disappearing, as he came.

  She walks over to the window, her room spinning as she pressed her fingers against her hot cheeks, letting the cool, night breeze hit her before she pulls the window closed.

  Alia walks back over to her bed, crawling into the still warm blankets before laying her head back down against her pillow, sighing out deeply as she closes her eyes.

  Say what you want about small town guys, but that would have never happened in the big city. Maybe coming back home wasn’t such a mistake after all.

Chapter 10

  Alia locks the heavy wooden door to the bar as she lifts her bag up over her shoulders, the cool night air tickling the back of her neck, chilling the sweat she accumulated from mopping the floor.

  Her stomach flutters as she hears the unmistakeable sound of a rumbling engine roll up to the side walk behind her before she turns around, flashing a smile at Leon as he kicks down his kickstand.

“Hey there.” He calls to her. “You lookin’ for a ride?”

“Excuse me, do I know you?” She asks jokingly as she walks over to him.

  He reaches out to her, pulling her close to him before pressing his lips hard against hers.

“Come out with me tonight.” He whispers to her, brushing a stray hair out of her face.

“I can’t…” She whispers back to him, resting her hand against his as he squeezes her shoulder. “You’re too much of a bad influence…”

“Get on.” He smiles, motioning to the small seat on the back of his bike.

  Alia bites her bottom lip, hesitating, the world stopping around her, before she slides herself on the back of his bike, the rumbling of the vibrating engine tingling her whole body.

“Ah!” She gasps as Leon takes off down the street.

  She wraps her arms around his waist, holding him tightly as they ride through the dimly lit streets until they’re all the way at the edge of town.

Alia looks up at the dirty neon sign hanging above the gas prices as they turn into the parking lot of the truck stop before slowly pulling into a parking spot right beside the door.

“I’m not going to fuck you in a truck stop bathroom…” She whispers, leaning into his ear as he leans his head back to listen as Alia drags her hand up and down his chest.

“I’m not asking you to.” He says hushly as he reaches behind himself, brushing his fingers through her hair. “I know a girl like you likes to be wined and dined and so far all we’ve done is sneak around.”

  She kisses the back of his neck, her fingers trembling as the butterflies in her stomach flip.

“But once that’s out of the way…” He continues, his voice trailing off as he gets off his bike and begins to walk towards the door. “You never know…”

  She opens her mouth wide, letting out a surprised chuckle before sliding herself off of his bike and following him into the diner before grabbing his hand and leaning against him as they wait to be seated.

  They follow the waitress to a table beside one of the large windows before sliding into the booth, first Alia and then Leon beside her.

  He reaches across her, the warmth of his arm heating her chest as he grabs the menu before opening it up and placing it flat on the table in front of them.

“I think just a coffee for me…” Alia says as Leon flips through the thick, laminated pages.

“Eat something.” He whispers to her, leaning into her ear and placing a soft kiss on her lobe. “Let’s get some pie.”

“Two coffee, two blueberry pie.” He says, waving the waitress over before flipping up the mugs in front of them for the middle aged woman to fill.

  Alia smiles softly, thanking the woman with a nod as she places the plates down in front of them before she picks up a fork and tears away a small bite of the dessert.

“Were you born here?” Alia asks as she places the bite of pie on her tongue as Leon reaches over her for a handful of creamers and a few packets of sugar.

“No.” He shakes his head as he dresses his coffee, tossing the empty plastic cream pails back onto the table before stirring in the sugar. “Not far though. Maybe a hundred miles west of here.”

“Going from one small town to another, huh?” She asks, taking a small sip of her coffee.

“Yeah, I guess.” He says, sighing as he places his mug back on the table. “I don’t think I’d want it any other way.”

“Seems boring.” She smirks, taking another bite of her pie. “You can’t explore a small town, they’re all the same.”

“Sometimes you have to make your own adventure, right?” He says, propping up his head on his hand as he gazes at her.

  She nods her head as she sticks her fork back in her pie before the sound of rumbling engines in the distance catches her attention.

“Oh, for fuck sakes.” Leon whispers under his breath as they watch a group of headlights pull into the parking lot before all parking in a row, the group’s rowdy voices reaching the inside of the building before they’re even at the door.

“Hey!” Alia hears come from the group of men as Leon waves to them hesitantly, sighing out through his nose as they walk over.

  She looks up and down at their patches, all of them matching the one on Leon’s back, as they sit down at their table, sliding themselves tightly into the booth, pressing Leon against Alia and Alia against the wall.

“We saw your bike here and figured we’d stop by.” One of the men starts.

“Got a call about a rush job for tonight. We got  pick up and we need bodies.” Another says.

“If ya don’t go, ya don’t get paid.”

“Yeah, and we know we can’t leave our brother in the dust, even if he’s with some chick.” Alia hears, scrunching her nose up as she pretends not to listen.

“A job tonight?” Leon says quietly, leaning into the table.

“Boss just called. Apparently these guys are desperately looking for buyers after a fall through and are looking to unload for cheap.”

“Is it a long one?” Leon asks, sighing as he rubs his fingers over his eyebrows.

“We go, we stand, we buy, we leave.”

  Leon looks over to Alia as she smooshes her pie under her fork before sliding his hand over the small of her back.

  Alia shrugs her shoulders before nodding her head up and down, her frown quickly turning right side up as Leon squeezes her tightly against his chest before placing a kiss on her temple.

  He tosses a few bills on the table as everyone slides out of the booths before making their way out of the diner.

   She pulls him aside as everyone gets onto their bikes, starting their engines and revving them to hell.

“Take me home…” She whispers to him as he leans down to hear her.

  He shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders.
 

“I can’t…” He says, glancing back over to the group as they begin pulling out of their parking spaces.

“I’m scared though…” She whispers back to him as she watches him lift his leg over his bike before straddling it.

  He reaches out to her, grabbing her hand gently and pulling her closer.

“You can stay on the bike.” He says. “ We’ll only be a few minutes. And then after… we can go back to the clubhouse and… have some fun. Besides,” He smirks. “Weren’t you looking for adventure?”

  Alia bites her bottom lip as she gazes into Leon’s ice blue eyes before nodding her head and getting on the back of his bike, her stomach turning as they follow the rest of the gang out of the parking lot and down the highway.

Chapter 11

“Just wait here.” He says, handing her the keys to his bike as he straightens his jacket.

  Alia looks around the parking lot of the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, her eyes darting to the darkness of the broken out windows as she nods her head.

“Just come back soon.” She whispers as she glances over at the others waiting on Leon.

“I think we might have a pizza in the freezer back at the clubhouse.” He says. “When we get back we’ll cook it up and spend some time together okay?”

“Okay.” She says, smiling softly as she watches him back up before turning around to join his gang.

  Alia holds her breath as she watches them disappear behind the warehouse, trembling as she listens to the silence before letting her air out, the chilly night air turning it to fog in front of her face.

  It definitely isn’t the first time a guy has made her wait while he goes off doing his thing, but she can’t say she’s ever been left in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night, and in the middle of some sort of biker gang deal before.

“Leon!” She gasps, perking up and sliding backwards out of his seat and onto the little one on the back of the bike as she watches them turn the corner to come back to the bikes.

  Leon breaks from the group, jogging back over to her before wrapping his arms around her back and squeezing her tightly against his chest.

“See, just a few minutes.” He says, whispering into her ear before lifting her chin and pressing his lips against hers.

“You did what you needed to do? We can go now?” She asks, watching him slide onto his bike as she slips her arms under his and holds his chest.

“Yeah.” He nods, leaning back into her as he tilts his head back against hers. “This is some steak dinner shit, Alia.”

  She smirks, nuzzling her cheek into his back as he starts his engine, the whole bike vibrating under them as they follow them rest of them club out of the abandoned parking lot.

“Back to the club house?!” She yells, asking over the rumbling as they race down the streets.

  He nods, glancing back to her quickly.

“Then I promise it’ll just be you and me.” He says as they pull up to the run down house, parking off to the side just in front of the neighbour’s house.

  Alia nods quietly as she slides off the bike and reaches for Leon’s hand, the hoots and hollers from the other men intimidating her.

  They follow them into the house, everyone rushing into the kitchen at once as an older man with a scruffy beard tosses a black duffle bag onto the table.

  She jumps as it slams down on the wood, the bag obviously heavy, before standing on her tippy toes from the back of the group as she watches the old man unzip the length of the zipper.

  Her mouth gapes, the cheering and laughter from the men falling out of her perception as her eyes focus in on the white bricks being pulled out of the bag and dropped on the table in front of them.

  She looks over to Leon, time slowing down as she watches him clap his hands above his head, cheering as the plastic around the white brick gets sliced open before the old man breaks a corner off, white powder dropping to the table as the piece falls onto the wooden surface as someone from the back of the group tosses a meat cleaver onto the table beside it.

  She gasps, having forgotten to breath as the volume of the room comes back to her as she watches the man begin to chop up the powder finer and finer.

  Alia steps back, shaking her head as she distances herself from the group as the old man begins to form the powder into lines before rolling a piece of newspaper and snorting it up.

“Fuck that’s good shit!” She hears as she watches Leon take a step forward to take his turn.

“No…” She whispers to herself, her heart sinking in her chest as she watches Leon bend forward over the table.

  She turns around, holding her hand over her eyebrows as she hears a loud sigh before a quick, high shout as Leon finishes snorting his line.

  Alia stiffens as she feels a set of trembling hands wrap around her waist, Leon’s fingertips shallowly sinking into the front of her jeans as he kisses against her neck.

“Come on, baby.” He whispers into her ear. “Celebrate with us…”

  She shakes her head, turning around, her eyes catching his blood shot eyes as she gazes into his dilated pupils.

“Can we go upstairs…” She asks, her voice catching in the throat as she takes a step back.

“Yeah, I’ll take you upstairs…” He smirks.

  She grabs his hand, pulling him up the carpeted stairs and into the bedroom to the side of the hall before closing the door behind them.

“You’ll have more fun if you get a little high first…” Leon whispers into her ear as he walks her over to the bed.

“No, stop.” She whispers, pushing him away as she sits down, sinking into the mattress.

  She rests her face in the palms of her hands before looking up at him as he sits down beside her.

“What?” He asks, his voice soft as he presses his hand against the small of her back.

  She gets up, stepping away from him before turning around, angry tears beginning to sting her eyes.

“What they fuck was that!?” She asks, her voice cracking as she points towards the door.

“Alia, it’s not a big deal…” He says, shrugging his shoulders as he shakes his head from side to side.

“Yes, it is a big deal!” She says, bringing her hand up to her chest. “This whole night has been one big deal after a-fucking-nother.”

“Shh…” He hushes, trying to get her to keep her voice down as he reaches out to her, grabbing his hand.

“No!” She says, pulling her hand away from him. “I can’t believe you would leave me to sit by myself in a dark fucking parking lot in the middle of nowhere while you and your buddies by a fucking duffle bag full of drugs!”

“Alia…” He says, standing up and walking over to her. “It’s my job. I mean, you can’t pretend you didn’t know what I do for a living.”

“You said you were a place holder for a different gang… a place holder!”

“Alia…” He says, sighing out as he sits back down on the bed before rubbing his hands over his face.

“And then, you bring me back here, with the duffle bag of drugs, mind you…” She starts, shaking her head. “And now everyone is doing cocaine and you want me to be okay with that? Leon, I could go to jail for the rest of my life just because I’m here…”

“You won’t, Alia…” He says, tossing his hands into the air. “We’re not causing any trouble...”

“Do you think I’m stupid, Leon? Do you?” She asks sternly. “You honestly think I’m going to believe those fucking bricks of cocaine are so you can party it up?

  Leon opens his mouth to answer, closing it again tightly as he watches Alia shake her head.

“I thought you were one of the good ones, Leon…” She starts, wrapping her arms over her chest. “I guess my dad was right about you and I was just too naïve to see it…”

“I would have never taken you if I thought you were going to get hurt, never.” He says, his bloodshot eyes zeroing in on her. “I will
never
let you get hurt, Alia…”

  She turns away from him, wiping a tear away from her cheek with the sleeve of her cardigan.

“Take me home, Leon.”