Leon | a Bad Boy MC Motorcycle Club Romance (9 page)

“There…” She whispers, as she trails her fingers up and down his muscular triceps. “Now we’re even.”

Chapter 3

  Lily slowly rubs her knuckles over her eyes as she rolls over on top of Jason’s arm. She watches his chest slowly rise and fall as he sleeps beside her.

  She smirks as he shifts as her fingers slowly glide against his tight, waving abs as she drags them against his skin before she watches him shift in his sleep.

  It’s been more than a little while since she’s had any sort of man in her house, never mind one as rough and rugged as Jason. Though they’ve only just met, she feels like she could get used to this.

  Her ears perk up as she hears a low rumble from outside as a pair of headlights brighten up the ceiling of her bedroom before quickly shutting off.

“I wonder who’s home this late?” She whispers to herself as she sits up, propping herself up on her elbows.

  She rolls out of bed, making her way across the room to the window before standing up on her tippy toes to look out of it.

She peeks out into the darkness, scanning around her street for lights before her eyes catch a black, shadowy figure hurrying out from under the street lamp, ducking down behind the hedge that leads up her driveway.

“Oh, my God!” She whispers, her heart racing as she tries to hush herself.

  Her breath shakes as she runs back over to her bed before shaking Jason from his slumber.

“Jason, please, wake up!” She says, shaking his shoulder before watching him roll over and rub his eyes.

“What the hell…?” He groans, scratching the stubble on his cheek as he opens his heavy eyes. “Why’d you wake me up?”

“Jason,” She whispers, kneeling down in front of him. “Jason, there’s someone sneaking around outside…”

“Sneaking around?” He asks, grunting as he sits up, throwing her covers off of him. “What do you mean sneaking around?”

  Lily hurries back over to the window, standing on her tip toes once again to look back outside.

“They came from over there,” She points. “Under the light by my neighbours fence and ran into my yard before going behind the fence beside my driveway. I watched their headlights pull up.”

“It’s not one of your neighbours?” He asks, standing up and stretching his arms over his head as he walks towards her before wrapping his arm around her waist and resting his chin on the top of her head as he looks out the window into the night.

“No.” She says, shaking her head as she turns to look up at him. “Most of my neighbours are old people.”

  She jumps as she hears a loud thud, come from her patio door in the kitchen as something bangs against the tempered glass.

“Oh, my God!” She panics, her body shaking as she covers her mouth with her hand. “Someone’s trying to break into my house!”

  Jason lets out a heavy sigh from his nose, his jaw tightening as the hear another thud.

“Let me check it out.” He whispers to her, his voice scratchy as he walks towards her doorway.

  He looks down the hall before looking back at her.

“Lily, stay here.” He says, holding his hand out with his palm forward towards her as he steps out of the bedroom.

  She nods her head, her legs trembling, weak with fear as she rushes towards her bedroom door, following him anyway.

  She walks up behind him, keeping her distance as Jason peeks his head around the corner from the hallway, looking into the kitchen.

“What the fuck…” She hears him whispers under his breath as she peeks around him herself.

  She gasps, her hand covering her mouth as she backs up down the hall after her eyes gaze upon a leather jacketed man, one of the very men from earlier that night who tried to mug her, as he tries to pry open her patio door.

“What’s happening!?” She whispers, holding her hands against her chest.

  Jason slowly reaches around the corner, dragging his fingertips against the wall as he searches for the light switch.

  He collides with the cover before taking a deep breath and flicking on the kitchen light, illuminating the whole room from the bowl covered bulb in the center of the ceiling.

“That fucker!” He says, walking into the kitchen as he watches the man breaking in get spooked from the light before running across the back yard and hopping over the back fence.

  Jason unlocks the patio door, pushing it open as he storms into the backyard, his eyes scanning around for any signs of the man.

  He turns his head, looking out into the darkness on the left as he hears the sound of a rumbling engine close by before it speeds off into the distance.

  Lily walks into the kitchen, letting out a shaking breath as she makes her way over to the patio door before stepping outside into the yard with Jason.

“Is he gone?” She asks, looking around before looking up at his furrowed eyebrows.

“Yeah, but I only heard one engine. You’d think they’d be all together.” He says.

“I think I only heard the one.” She whispers to him, listening to the crickets as she tries to remember.

“Yeah, it must have been just the one.” He says, following her back into the kitchen.

  She hurries her way over to the phone on the wall beside her fridge, picking it up and putting it to her ear to listen to the dial tone.

“What are you doing?” He asks, walking over to her before stopping her hand as she reaches up to the number pad.

“What are you talking about? I’m calling the fucking police!” She says, pulling her hand away from him. “Someone tried to break into my house!”

“You can’t do that.” Jason replies, taking the phone from her hand before hanging it back up on the wall.

“Why not!? I have to!” Lily says, her eyes open and mouth hanging wide as she looks into Jason’s deep, brown eyes.

“The police can’t do anything for you.” He says, looking back out into the darkness out of the patio door. “It might just get you in trouble.”

“Why on earth would I get in trouble for someone trying to break into my house?” She asks, following him back over across the kitchen to the patio door as he walks away.

“Maybe not from the police.” He starts. “But probably from the Serpentines. I recognized his patches.”

“His patches?” She asks, following him out of the kitchen as he walks into the living room.

  She watches as he walks over to her love seat, picking his jacket up before turning it over and hanging it over the back of the couch, smoothing his hand over the large patch on the lower back of the leather.

“Yeah, and they probably recognized me, too.” He says, nodding his head as he watches her walk over and run her fingers over the embroidery.

“Demonios…” She reads slowly before looking up at him. “You’re in a biker gang?”

  He nods his head as he flips over his jacket once again.

“And the Serpentines…?” She asks, her voice meek.

“Our rivals.” He replies. “I didn’t realize it at the time, but they were the ones mugging you. They must have recognized me and the followed us back here.”

 
She walks over to the couch before sitting down and rubbing her hands over her face.

“So all this mess is fucking biker gang shit?” She asks, rubbing her eyes. “And now me and my house are in the middle of it. All I wanted to do this weekend was eat my frozen yogurt and maybe have a bubble bath…”

“I’m really sorry.” He says, walking over to the couch and sitting down beside her, glancing down at the cappuccinos they had long left to sit on the coffee table. “If I would have recognized them, I would have just dropped you off and never stayed. It’s not my intention to fuck shit up for people who have nothing to do with this.”

“Do you think they’ll come back?” She asks nervously. “I don’t want to be here if they come back.”

“Then you should come with me.” He says, standing up and holding his hand out for her to grab.

  She grabs it, letting him help her off the couch.

“It’ll be safer away from here.” He says, walking back over to his jacket before picking it up and sliding his arms through the arm holes to lift it over his back. “At least until the sun comes up.”

  She nods, brushing her fingers through her red curls before rushing over to her front closet.

  Lily opens the slotted wooden door and pulls out a thick, woolen sweater before sliding herself into it. She slips her feet into her flats before reaching down onto the small table beside her front door for her keys.

“Let’s leave now.” She says. “I don’t want to be here a second more.”

  Jason nods, walking into the front entrance and stepping into his boots.

“I’ll take you somewhere safe where you can sleep.” He says to her as they step out of the front door.

  Lily locks it before turning around and running down her front path. She watches Jason lift his legs over his bike, straddling it before inserting the key and turning it over, starting the rumbling engine.

  She gets on the back of the bike, sighing as she wraps her arms around his waist before leaning her cheek against his back. Her soft skin brushes against his embroidered patch and she rubs her finger tips again over the lettering as she bites her bottom lip.

  What has she gotten herself into this time?

Chapter 4

    Lily shields her eyes from the wind behind Jason’s neck as she tightly squeezes his waist, careful not to fall as he swerves his bike around the large puddles in the middle of the street.

“We’re almost there.” Jason says, lifting his chin and tilting his head back to glance at her quickly.

  She nods her head into his back, the adrenaline still coursing through her body as he slows his bike down, the rumbling of the engine loud and low, before pulling up in front of a lit up house.

  She slides off the bike as he kicks down his kickstand, grabbing a lock of her hair to nervously pull her fingers through as she gazes at the chipped paint and broken plant box hanging on it’s side under the dirty window.

“Where you been all night?” She hears a scratchy old voice come from a man in a thin, leather vest sitting on the front porch as he blows smoke out into the yard.

“What are you, my mother?” Jason asks as he gets off his bike before walking up the crumbling sidewalk towards the house.

  She follows closely behind him, hesitating to reach out and hold the back of his jacket for comfort as he stops in front of the stairs.

“Who’s the girl?” The old biker asks, leaning over on his milk crate to look around behind Jason’s back.

“She’s going to stay for the rest of the night, if that’s okay with you.” He says, before lowering his voice into a whisper. “She was getting mugged by the Serpentines and I stopped to help her. They followed us back to her house. Scared ‘em off, but better safe than sorry.

“Trouble follows you like ducklings, Jason.” The old man says, lifting his burning cigarette up to his mouth to take another drag before pushing the smoke out of his nose. “Time to keep you on a lease.”

“Gah, you know I don’t pick off more than I can handle.” He says, stepping up the stairs and onto the patio.

  Lily shyly watches the old man nod before he leans back against the chipping siding.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re our pride and joy.” He jokes.

  Jason smirks, looking back and winking at Lily before grabbing her by the hand and helping her up the crumbling concrete steps.

“Come on,” He says to her, over the rickety screech of the old door. “You’re probably cold and tired. Let’s get inside.”

  She nods her head before following him through the front door and into the living room.

  He pulls her past a group of leather clad men sitting on a ragged old sofa as they pound their shot glasses on the coffee table in front of them, hooting and hollering over the music playing in the kitchen.

  Jason takes her down a dimly lit and dingy hallway before gripping the brass door knob on a stained white door and opening it up.

“I know we got some fresh sheets around here somewhere.” He says as they walk into the bedroom.

“Hopefully…” She jokes, half-heartedly as she wraps her arms uncomfortably around herself.

“Here we go.” Jason says as he opens a cupboard and pulls out a pile of linens and a thick, fleece quilt.

  He hands them to Lily before tearing the bedding off of the bed and tossing it into the corner of the room.

“Sorry it’s so messy, but people don’t usually live here, you know?” He says as he takes a new, fresh sheet from her and walks back over to the bed before opening it up and tossing it into the air so it can float down onto the mattress. “It’s just a club house… sometimes someone’s old lady might clean it up all nice, but no one really cares.”

“I understand.” She says, walking over to the bed and letting the quilt and pillowcases drop onto the fresh sheet as Jason tucks in the edges. “And don’t worry about it. I’ve been some pretty seedy places in my day.”

“Yeah, is that why such a nice girl would be out so late? She’s out doing seedy things?” He smirks at her as he pulls the pillow case off of a flat pillow before replacing it with a new one.

  She chuckles, doing the same, lifting a pillow and removing it’s fabric shell before sliding it into a new one.

“Yeah.” She sighs, stepping out of her flats and sitting down on the bed before lifting her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “Full disclosure, I’m a stripper, so it’s not like I was some good little girl who you rescued…”

“Hey, bad girl’s should be safe, too, don’t you think?” He chuckles as he slides himself out of his leather jacket before kicking off his boots and sitting down on the mattress.

  He lays down on his side, propping himself up on his elbow as he lays his head against his fist.

“And besides…” He smirks. “After what we did, I didn’t think you were a good girl, anyway…”

  She blushes, hiding her mouth behind her hand as she giggles into it embarrassed.

“Do you feel better though.” He asks, watching her lay down beside him to rest her head on the fresh pillow case.

“I still wish we could call the police.” She whispers to him. “I just hate that those guys could be back there doing anything and we’re not even trying to stop them.”

“I know…” He says, chewing on his bottom lip. “But the police hate us, Lily. One look at me and… you gotta understand they would do anything to take us down. I can’t just invite them into my business.”

“Yeah, I get it.” She whispers back to him, nodding her head. “I mean, this…” She starts, hesitating to find the right words. “I don’t know exactly what goes on here, but I know all about doing what you need to do to survive.”

“Yeah…” He says, reaching over to her and rubbing the palm of his hand up and down her waist.

“Besides, you saved me.” She says, blushing as she feels his hand trail lower and lower. “If there was a chance you got in trouble… I wouldn’t want that…”

“I don’t think they’re after you, anyway…” Jason says. “We’re gone, so I think they’ll be gone, too. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I hope so…” She says, rolling onto her back and looking up at the water-stained ceiling.

“I know…” Jason whispers, sitting up and getting off the bed before jogging across the room and out the bedroom door.

  Lily sits up, crossing her legs under her as she hears him run to the living room before his footsteps trample back down the hall.

“Here.” He says as he walks back through the bedroom door, holding up a nearly empty bottle of vodka in one hand and two little shot glasses pinched together in the other. “A little bit of stress relief to help you sleep.”

“Oh, man.” She chuckles, following him with her eyes as he walks back towards the bed before sitting down beside her and resting his knee on the mattress. “I sure could use something like that, now that you mention it.”

“I figured you could.” He smirks as he carefully pours her a shot.

  She takes the little glass from him as she watches him pour himself a shot, too.

“Well, cheers!” He says, throwing his head back and gulping down his shot.

  Lily does the same, tossing her head back and letting the harsh liquid fall down the back of her throat.

  She shakes her head, gasping for breath as she scrunches up her face from the tartness.

“Good stuff, right?” Jason asks, taking her shot glass from her and stacking it in his before placing them, along with the tall bottle of vodka, on the night table beside her.

“Yeah, I guess…” She giggles, watching him get up from the bed.

  He walks over to the other side before sitting down and pulling his shirt over his head, his rippling back muscles contracting as he tosses it onto the floor.

  She watches, her eyes hooding over as he stands up, his hands reaching down the front of his waist to unbuckle his belt buckle, then his top button, before pulling down the zipper and pushing down his jeans.

  He sits back down, kicking them off before turning his head to glance back at her.

“You can get comfortable if you want…” He says, clearing his throat as he glances over to the open door. “Oh, here, let me get that.”

  Lily watches as he gets back up and walks back over towards the door before pushing it closed. He lifts his hand up to flick the light switch off, darkening the room slightly, the street lamps and the moon light not giving in to total darkness, though.

“I’m comfortable already…” She replies, her head starting to buzz a little bit.

  She averts her eyes away from his thick, muscular thighs as he walks back towards her.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” He asks, sitting back down before laying back down on his side.

  Lily shakes her head shyly as she bites her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing pink.

“If you need anything, just wake me up, alright?” He says, sighing out as he rolls over onto his back.

“Are you just going to go to sleep?” She asks, her heart fluttering in her chest as she lays herself down on her side beside him.

  She reaches out to him, brushing her fingers tips over his tight abs and up his hard pecs.

“Why?” He asks, his voice low and husky. “Did you have something else in mind?”

  She smirks, pressing the tips of her fingers harder into his flesh as she sits up beside him.

“I might be able to think of something…” She whispers as she trails her fingers back down to his waist.

  She hooks the tips of her fingers inside the elastic waist of his briefs, biting her bottom lip as she watches him sit up on his elbows, raising his eyebrow at her.

“Yeah, I guess we could do this.” He sighs out as she slowly pulls down the waist of his underwear.

  She licks her lips as she watches his cock become exposed as she pulls his briefs down to his thighs before roughly rubbing her palms against his skin as she massages closer and closer to his twitching meat.

  Lily wraps her hand around his shaft, gently pumping the loose skin against her palm as she feels his manhood stiffen as Jason sighs out.

  A soft giggle escapes her lips as she leans forward to his waist, brushing her lips against his twitching cock, her hot breath only making it tingle further.

  She swirls the tip of her tongue over his smooth head, pressing it over the pink ridge before wrapping her lips around it and sinking it into her mouth.

  Lily sucks hard, pulling him deeper and deeper into her mouth as she works her hand up and down, twisting her palm gently around his shaft as he brushes his fingers through her red curls.

“Stop… stop…” He whispers, brushing his thumb over her cheek as he lifts her chin up.

  He sighs out deeply as she gently laps one last time over his tip.

  “You don’t want more?” She asks, sitting back up beside him as she licks her lips.

“No…” He whispers back to her, pushing her down until her shoulder rests against the mattress. “I want your pussy…”

  She gasps, closing her eyes as he roughly grasps her hips, lifting her butt into the air as he forces her to her knees.

  She sighs out, a shiver rolling up her spine as she feels Jason’s warm hands trail up her thighs before he pushes her skirt up to her waist.

“Jason…” She moans out, her voice quivering as she feels his fingers spread her pink lips apart before he dips one of his thick digits past her entrance, sinking it into her walls to coax out her wetness.

  She bites her bottom lip, her sex stretching sweetly as Jason presses a second finger into her, twisting them around and opening her up before he roughly pulls both of them out.