Leon | a Bad Boy MC Motorcycle Club Romance (4 page)

Chapter 6

    She holds on tightly as Leon swerves back and forth over the pothole covered street, their momentum the only thing keeping them upright as the wind blows through their hair.

“Where are we going?” He asks, raising her voice over the noise as Leon turns onto a canopy covered street in an old neighbourhood. 

“The club house.” He says, leaning his head back and turning his neck slightly to speak to her. “But don’t worry. Most of the guys should be gone by now.”

“The guys?” Alia asks, her stomach turning as Leon speeds up down the street.

“They won’t bother you.” He says, shifting gears and making the engine rumble as he slows in front of a little shack, parking his bike on the street.

  Alia slides off of Leon’s bike, stepping down onto the sidewalk as he watches him kick down his kickstand before stepping onto the street.

  She looks over to the house as she hears the rickety front door creek open and watches an old man with a long, grey beard step outside onto the front porch, his hand wrapped around a silver can of beer as he places a cigarette between his lips.

  He looks over to them, nodding his head
hello
as he sits down on an orange and white canvas folding lawn chair before kicking his feet up and resting them on the rotting deck rails.

“Quiet night?” Leon calls as he steps up onto the sidewalk and walks up the crumbling front path to the porch.

“Marko is sleeping on the couch, so no.” The old, bearded man says as he takes a swig of his beer. “His snoring is loud as hell.”

“Anyone in the bedroom?” Leon asks, chuckling as he steps up on the step.

“Nah, all yours, I’m leavin’ soon. My old lady has shit for me to do in the morning.” The old man says, leaning his head against the paint chipped siding. “You kids have fun.”

  Alia blushes nervously as the old man winks at her as she follows Leon up the porch. She hesitates as he opens up the front door, glancing over at the man’s sleeveless black shirt, her eyes trailing over the very same logo that’s embroidered on the back of Leon’s jacket.

“Have a good night, sweetheart.” She hears him say as they enter the house.

“Shhh….” Leon hushes, his eyes smiling as he turns around to bring his finger up to his mouth as he listens to the man on the couch. “Hopefully we won’t have to hear that all night…”

  Alia giggles, covering her mouth as she follows Leon up a set of beige, carpeted stairs before reaching the second floor.

“A bedroom?” Alia says, squinting playfully as he pushes open a white painted door.

“Hey, we’re just relaxin’ not a big deal.” Leon says, smirking, as he steps inside the room before kicking his boots off into the corner.

  Alia enters the room, walking over to the low sitting bed in the middle of the floor before sinking down onto the mattress. She turns towards Leon, watching as he slides off his leather jacket before tossing it to the ground to rest on top of his boots.

“What’s that patch mean?” Alia asks as she watches him turn around to face her as he pulls his shirt over his head, her breath hitching as she gazes over his tight, deeply defined abs, dark short hair trailing down the center of his V shaped Adonis belt, his jeans low on his waist. “The one on the back of your jacket. That man had the same picture on his shirt.”

“The Rebel Keepers.” Leon says, tossing his shirt over into the corner to join the rest of his outfit. “That’s the name of our organization.”

“You’re part of a club?” She asks, nervously picking at her cuticles. “A motorcycle gang?”

“You could say that…” Leon says, walking over to the mattress before sitting down on it on the opposite side of her.

“Well, what would you say?” She asks, sliding her hands into the wrists of her sweater.

“Yeah, I would say that.” Leon says quietly.

“I used to work at a law firm, you know.” Alia whispers uncomfortably. “I know all about the kind of shit gangs pull.”

“Yeah.” He says, chuckling as he leans back onto a pillow, resting his head against the wall. “Lots of shit going down here, right?”

“I’m just sayin…” Alia says, clearing her throat.

“Look, I won’t lie to you. I know you’re too smart for that…” He starts, rolling his head towards her. “But we’re small town. We open our branches in areas the bigger gangs want but don’t care enough to be stationed in. We’re not murdering people left and right. No shootouts here. We’re just… a place holder.”

“A place holder for the bad guys…” Alia whispers, gazing into his blue eyes.

“Now come on, Alia…” Leon whispers. “Do I look like a bad guy to you?”

“Yeah, you do.” She smirks, blushing as she looks his tight body over.

“But you kind of like it, don’t you?” He says, biting his bottom lip.

  She squints her eyes at him, going bright red as she tries to hide her smile.

“Maybe a little…” She says, giggling as she watches him roll onto his side. “I just don’t want to get in trouble…”

“I’ll keep you safe…” He whispers back to her, wrapping his fingers around her hand as his thumb brushes the back of her hand, over her soft skin. “And besides… there’s no trouble here for you to get into.

  She nods her head as he pulls her in closer, his hands brushing up the side of her waist before gliding up her neck, his fingers holding her chin, lifting it up as he presses his lips against hers.

  Alia relaxes into the bed, resting her head on the pillow as she watches Leon sit up from under her heavily hooded eyes as he gets to his knees, the muscles in his shoulders contracting as he crawls towards the middle of the mattress.

  He kisses her knees over her jeans as his hands trail up her thighs before he hooks his fingers into the waist of her pants, pulling them away from her hips before sliding his fingers over to her button down fly and unbuttoning her buttons.

“Lift your bum up…” He sighs, his voice quiet as Alia pushes herself up from the bed, the butterflies in her stomach tumbling as Leon slowly pulls her jeans and panties over her bottom and down her thighs.

  She gulps deeply, swallowing hard as Leon lifts up her legs as he pulls her jeans down her calves and over her feet before tossing them away, over into the corner along with his shirt and jacket.

“Yeah…” He whispers, as he pulls her knees apart, before laying on his belly between her legs, rubbing his hands up and down the outside of her bare thighs as he closes the gap between them.

  Alia gasps, quickly inhaling, as Leon gently brushes the very tip of his finger over her protruding lips, his hot breath tickling them as he gently parts her folds, spreading her lips apart and revealing her soaking center.

  She shifts her hips, closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip to ground her as she feels Leon’s finger begin to slowly rub up and down against her entrance before pulling his soaking finger up against her sex to pull back her delicate hood to reveal her tingling pearl.

  She gasps as he presses against her clit before slowly swirling his finger around, rubbing back and forth as the heat begins to rise deep inside her belly.

“I’m gunna make you cum…” Leon whispers as he pulls his finger away from her aching clit before placing it in his mouth and sucking away her flavor.

  She nods, moaning out, her fingers pulling on the sheets below them as Leon brushes his lips against her pussy, his nose pressing against her tender skin as he drags his hot, wet tongue against her entrance.

  He laps at her wetness, his fingers pulling her pussy lips apart as he sinks his tongue into her entrance, swirling it against her walls before licking up to her sensitive, tingling clit.

  Alia holds her breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she feels Leon’s lips wrap around her pearl before she lets it out in a gasping moan as he sucks her clit into his mouth, pulling on it and nibbling on it gently with his teeth.

“Oh… don’t stop…” She moans out as she feels the tip of Leon’s finger on her entrance, slowly circling around her hole before pressing inside, sinking it in deep.

  She moans, letting her head fall to the side as Leon pumps his finger back and forth, in and out, as he sucks on her sex.

“I’m…” She gasps, her words falling away as she feels her body begin to stiffen, a heat eradiating from her center as electrified tingles make their way to the tip of her fingers and toes as she lets out an unintentional grunt, the sensitive walls of her pussy spasming around his finger as her aching pearl tries to bounce up and down between his lips.

  She moans out in protest as Leon smiles, letting go of her sensitive clit and slowly sliding his soaking wet finger out from between her folds.

“Don’t worry…” He whispers, his voice hush and harsh as he gets to his knees. “We’re not done yet.”

  Alia watches from under hooded eyelids as Leon unbuttons his fly before pulling down the zipper and pushing down his jeans and boxers in one swift motion, his stiffness standing at attention between them as he rubs his soaking wet finger against the underside of his cock, sliding it slowly up and down before wrapping his finger around his shaft and pumping it up and down against his palm.

  She smiles softly, moaning for him as she watches his head slowly tilt to the side as Leon pleasures himself, readying his meat, before he clears his throat and closes the gap between them.

“Come here…” He says, coyly smirking, his eye blue eyes twinkling as he grabs her by the hips, sinking his fingers into her flesh before pulling her up onto his lap.

  Leon lets out a shaking breath as he rubs the tip of his cock against her clit before slowly dragging it down through her soaking pussy lips. He rests his silky head on her entrance gently pressing the very tip inside of her before pulling it back out and dragging it once again along her slit.

“Fuck me…” She whispers, biting her bottom lip as she smiles softly, watching Leon’s face flush as he slowly sinks back inside of her.

She spreads her legs wider as he leans forward, pressing his body against hers as he slides his arms under her, holding her and pressing his palms into her back to lift her even closer to him.

  She moans, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her fingers threading through his dark hair as they rock back and forth as Leon bucks his hips.

“Oh, God…” She moans, gasping as she feels his cock begin to swell inside of her as he moans into her shoulder.

“Gaaaah…” He grunts, his body trembling and his manhood twitching as he spills his seed against her walls.

  Alia sighs, her eyes closing as she feels Leon slip out of her before rolling off of her and onto his side beside her.

  He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he brushes his nose against her neck, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine.

“Spend the night with me…” He moans into her ear.

  She rolls onto her side to face him before pressing her cheek against his hard, bare chest. 

  One night couldn’t hurt.

Chapter 7

   Alia relaxes her grip on his waist, testing the waters as they rumble steadily down her street before squeezing him again tightly as he comes to a slow crawl in front of her house.

“God this is loud…” She says, her voice barely audible above the engine. “I hope it doesn’t wake my parents up.”

“Unless they’re already awake…” Leon says, pointing towards Alia’s house.

  She turns around, her heart stopping as her eyes connect with the woman’s in the windows as she stands in front of the closed blinds, her face looking stern.

  Alia gives her mother a little wave before turning back to Leon, her face white as a sheet as she debates in her head just getting back on his bike and leaving.

“Someone’s busted.” He chuckles, smirking as he waves at her mother before revving his engine.

“No, not funny!” She says, her eyes wide as she places his hand on his quickly before pulling it away.

“I better go.” He says, reaching out to her and grabbing her arm before dragging his hand up her shoulder.

  Alia smirks nervously, her eyes completely lit up and her heart beating roughly in her chest as he leans in, pressing his lips against hers as his hand travels up into her hair.

“Get outta here…” She whispers as he pulls away, shaking her head playfully as she bites her bottom lip before stepping back.

  She watches, her head swimming, as he rides off, the rumbling of his engine getting quieter the further away he goes.

  Alia, takes a deep breath, trying desperately to calm the fluttering in her stomach as she turns back around.

  Her eyes dart to the window, her mother long gone, as she nervously walks up the front path to the porch, stepping up the recently stained wooden stairs before pulling her keys out of her bag and unlocking the door.

She pushes the front door open, clearing her throat as she steps inside her parents living room before slipping off her shoes.

“Morning…” She says, as she walks across the carpet and steps onto the tiled floor of the kitchen before repeating herself. “Mom,” She says, watching as her mom stirs the cream in her coffee. “Good morning.”

“Out all night, I see.” Her mom says, walking past her with her coffee before sitting down at the kitchen table.

“It was getting late, so I spent the night with a friend…” Alia says, her face flushing as she brushes her hair behind her ear.

“The same friend who dropped you off?” Her mother asks, taking a sip from her coffee. “The guy on the motorcycle? Don’t tell your father, he’ll nearly have a heart attack.”

“Don’t tell me what?” Alia hears from behind her as her dad enters the kitchen from the hallway.

“Good morning.” Alia whispers, turning to walk quickly out of the kitchen, her dad putting his hand out to stop her from going down the hall.

“Don’t tell me what?” Her dad repeats, guiding her over to the table before breaking away as she sits down in a kitchen chair and getting himself a cup of coffee.

“Alia was out all night.” Her mother says, shaking her head.

“Mom!” She says, her mouth hanging open, shocked. “I’m an adult! You can’t tell on me!”

“Oh, I know she was out all night.” Her father says, leaning against the counter as he sips his black coffee. “I know.”

“I’m allowed to go out.” She protests, folding her arms over her chest.

“Who was that guy?” Her mom asks, throwing her hands in the air dramatically. “At the very least I want to know who that guy was!”

“What guy?” Her dad asks, walking over to the table.

“Don’t worry about it!” Alia interjects.

“Some guy on a motorcycle dropped her off just now.” Her mom says, shaking her head. “What kind of guy is that?! Drives a motorcycle at eight o’clock in the morning down a quiet street…”

“A motorcycle?” Her dad asks, his eyebrows furrowing. “Where’d you meet this guy?”

“Oh, my God!” Alia says, her eyes widening. “What’s with all the questions?”

“You meet this motorcycle guy at work?” Her dad asks, placing his coffee on the table.

“Sure, he’s a regular…” Alia says. “Yes, he drives a motorcycle, but he’s not causing problems for anyone…”

“They all cause problems, Alia, all of them.” Her dad says, his voice hissing. “Ever since they came to our town they cause nothing but problems. Drugs. Violence. Recklessness all around!”

“They’re regular customers! If you had a problem serving them you would have kicked them out long ago!” Alia says, squinting her eyes at her father.

“There’s a difference between being a paying customer and being out all night with someone’s daughter.” Her father says, getting up from his chair. “I forbid you from hanging out with those guys ever again!”

“Dad!” Alia says, getting up and following her dad as he walks across the kitchen. “You can’t forbid me from people, I’m not a little girl.”

“If you keep hanging around with them, Alia, you are going to get hurt.” Her dad says, stepping into the hallway. “Guys like that don’t care about you, they only want one thing. Keep away from them!”

“How am I supposed to do my closes if you want me to keep away from half of our customer base, huh?” Alia asks, crossing her arms.

“Serve them. That’s it!” Her dad says, turning around one last time. “Do not get involved with those bikers.”

  Alia huffs before turning around and walking over to the counter before reaching into the cupboard for a mug. She pours herself a strong, black cup of joe before bringing it up to her lips and taking a sip.

“He’s right you know.” Her mother says, lightly shaking her head from side to side as she, too, sips from her mug. “They’re rowdy and nothing but trouble, Alia. Find yourself a nice boy, sweetheart…”

“Oh, please.” Alia says, pouring the rest of her coffee down the sink as she cuts off her mother’s lecture.

  She sighs, rinsing out her cup before placing it on the rack.

“I’m not going to get in trouble. He’s a good guy, mom. It’s fine.” She says, before turning around and beginning to step down the hallway towards her bedroom. “I’m having a nap before I have to go back to work. Please, quit worrying about it.”