Possessive_A Bad Boy Second Chance Motorcycle Club Romance

by Kathryn Thomas

  Her scream from this second orgasm echoed in wild vibrations off the bathroom tile. Leo felt her straighten her legs and tense up, then release as she came. He didn’t stop—in fact, he went even more forcefully, pushing as far into her as he could. She felt almost like she was going to pass out in ecstasy, her head swimming with contentment.

  When she regained her composure from her semiconscious orgasmic bliss, Leo was still thrusting into her. She threw her ass out towards him, forcing him to slow himself. Slowly, she pulled herself off of him, feeling little tingles pulsating through her folds. She moved herself onto her knees and looked at him straight-on, his cock throbbing and pulsating right in her face.

  She dove right in again, sucking his cock greedily, hungrily, taking every inch of him into her mouth. He grabbed the back of her hair and yanked, causing her to squeal slightly—but she didn’t break her concentration. She dove down, took him into her throat, then pulled back slightly. She teased the middle of his shaft with her tongue, then pursed her lips and suckled on the tip.

  Leo could feel the tension building again. He curled his toes as she went even faster, faster than he’d even believed possible, her head motioning up and down on his cock in a blur. He grabbed the bottom of his shaft and began stroking as she sucked, her fingers once again finding his balls and squeezing. He groaned manically and began moving his fist up and down his cock as Bailey’s mouth went right to the tip. “I’m gonna cum, babe,” he muttered. “I’m gonna cum for you.”

  “Cum for me,” she said, adding, to his debauched delight, “I wanna taste your cum, baby.”

  That was enough to send Leo over the edge. His entire body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through him, cum spurting out of his cock and onto Bailey’s waiting tongue. He screamed and collapsed into the tub, the water still running down both of them.

  “Well,” he laughed as he shut the water off, “I guess we kinda forgot to shower…”

  ***

  Ten minutes later, Bailey and Leo lay in bed, shining in the afterglow. Leo’s sleepiness was enough to deceive him as he softly asked, “Are you okay enough for me to sleep for another couple hours before the trainer shows up?” Leo looked at her hopefully, his eyes still squinted half shut.

  “Yeah, go back to bed. I set your alarm already.” She shifted out of the last of the covers.

  A thought suddenly popped into Leo’s head as a devilish grin transformed his tired face, “You know, I don’t have to go to bed. I can stay up with you, if you want me to. We can go a couple more rounds. If you do to me what you just did, it wouldn’t take me very long to get going.” He pulled her back towards him, catching her head as she tumbled towards his chest.

  Bailey kissed the trail of small dark hairs near his belly and hips. “I wish I could, but I think I’m a bit too tired for a repeat show. Can I get a rain check?”

  “I don’t take no for an answer, Ms. Reed. You should know that by now!” Bailey laughed as he tossed her off of him and flipped himself on top of her. His strong arms pinned her in place.

  The two looked up at one another. In the soft darkness of the early morning hours, Leo’s skin almost glowed a heavenly blue. His wet lips parted, revealing his glossy smile. From his angle, Bailey seemed almost inhuman. Her pale skin caught the pinks and purple of the morning light and her blue eyes blended in with the background. He lowered himself softly to her to meet her supple lips. She took his tongue into his mouth, feeling his warmth take her over.

  But Bailey couldn’t get the voice of the man from her nightmares out of her head. The threat rang as if it had just happened. She couldn’t bear to look at Leo, let alone let him think she was able to be intimate. Instead, she pulled away, turning her face away from his.

  He stared hard at her, looking offended. “Okay then,” he said dejectedly. “C’mon, Bailey, talk to me. What’s really wrong?”

  Bailey shook her head. “It’s—it’s just this—this dream I had.” She knew she had to confess, and she sighed and fidgeted nervously. “It’s—it’s not really a dream, I guess. This afternoon, before you ran home, I was on the phone with someone. He used something to make his voice sound different, distorted like, but he was saying he was going to find me and—and—and kill me. He said I would be dead by Monday.”

  The phone call had come through to the house phone. On the caller ID, the number was unlisted. Even the voice was so changed and altered that she couldn’t discern if it was really a male or a female. Bailey had wanted to push it away, to forget it ever happened. With the press and Leo’s fans, it could just be a prank or the action of one of his more obsessed former lovers threatened by her presence. She was sure it had something to do with the case.

  Leo slipped next to her side, holding her tightly in his expansive arms. He wanted nothing more but to scream at her for lying to him. He wanted to shake her for being so cavalier with something as serious as death threats. But he understood that, after all that she had been through with her grandmother’s death and Lily’s kidnapping, the last thing she really needed was a lecture from him.

  Instead, he pushed aside her hair and gently lowered his voice, “I’m here now.” He reassured her, “I’m here, and I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you or Lily ever, ever again. I promise you that.”

  “I know, Leo. I know. It was probably just some prank or something. Maybe it was that girl who was blackmailing you…Alecia? Maybe she has something to do with it.” Bailey struggled to come up with some sort of explanation.

  “It doesn’t matter. Tomorrow, we’ll talk to security. We’ll beef it up a bit, add some more surveillance people around the complex. I’ll even get someone to stick with Lily and you when you go out.” He sighed as he added, “But tomorrow, I want us to go down to the police station and report it.”

  “Leo, you know I can—” Bailey hated the idea of doing something so public as going to speak with officials. She knew it would only bring more scrutiny to her own life. With the court case now centering around her own actions, she would far prefer to lock this up between the two of them.

  “Bailey, this has to be done,” Leo cut her off. “Not just for my piece of mind, but for Lily’s safety, as well. She’s gonna start school in a couple of weeks. I don’t want her or us to be afraid of taking her to class. Okay?”

  Bailey nodded into the sheets as she could feel the warm trickle of a tear gather at her eyes. The drop slid down her face and onto Leo’s hand. He sat back up, looking down at Bailey as her small body gathered into a ball upon the bed. “It’s gonna be okay, Bailey. Everything is starting to fall into place for us. We can settle down. We can make this a home for you two. If the only hiccup is a couple of calls from some teenage idiots, then we've got a lot to be thankful of.”

  He kissed her head once more and then lay back down. Both of them drifted off with the silence—Leo falling back to sleep while Bailey wrestled with the worries in her head. Once she could hear him snore, she slowly got out of bed, put on the purple silk robe, and walked down the hallway to Lily’s room. Slowly, she opened the door a crack to see the girl in her large white princess-style bed with the lacy canopy. Tucked in underneath the pink and purple sheets was the tiny head of her daughter.

  Bailey closed it, satisfied. She headed back to the bedroom, only stopping in the kitchen to grab her charging cellphone. As she picked it up, her phone instantly lit up with a message. “DONT IGNORE ME BITCH. IM COMING FOR YOU. IM COMING FOR ALL OF YOU. YOU CANT HIDE FROM ME FOREVER.”

  A second message came seconds after the first, “BY THE WAY, PURPLE ISNT YOUR COLOR.”

  Bailey stared at the messages, her eyes widening in terror. She glanced down at her robe, the lilac color standing out against the white backdrop of the kitchen. Bailey surveyed the room nervously. It was empty, except for the pots and pans hanging from their hooks above the stove. She felt her hands reach back instinctively towards the butcher knife set until she felt the large metal handle of the biggest knife in the holder.

  Armed
, she bolted out of the kitchen with her phone in one hand and the knife held to her chest in the other. Still, she tiptoed the entire way back in order to not wake the house. She shut the door to her bedroom quickly as she sank to the floor. The knife dropped out of her hands and fell to the floor with a small ring. She couldn’t stop it from echoing throughout the master suite. She was too busy ripping the fabric of her hand-me-down silk robe off of her body.

  From her position on the floor, she silently sobbed, counting down the minutes until Leo’s alarm would ring.

  CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

  “Did you cancel that check yet?” Jonathan was planted on a kitchen barstool with one of Bailey’s scones in hand.

  “No, not yet. I haven’t been able to get ahold of my accountant. I’ll try later today, though.” Leo barely registered the question. His mind was focused on the tea party Lily was throwing for him and her new dolls.

  “I need you to take this seriously, man. That’s a crap ton of money for her to run off with if she catches on to us.” Jonathan could see his client’s bank account dwindling before his eyes. He raised his voice louder, attempting to get Leo to pay attention, “You heard what the lawyer said. She could still publish the pictures once this comes out. You need to be prepared—you, Bailey, everyone. Have you talked to Layana yet? Is she on board with keeping this hush hush?”

  Bailey walked in the room, placing a few paper bags full of groceries on the table. Ms. Penny followed silently behind her. “Talk to Layana? Why do you need to do that? I thought you emailed her?” Just saying her name made Bailey’s blood boil. She wasn’t immune to Leo’s lovers. In fact, she had come to terms with him always having that past, but, for some reason, Layana in particular upset her more than any of the others.

  Leo excused himself from Lily’s party and walked towards the kitchen’s marble island. He lowered his voice as he explained, “I called her. She said she wouldn’t talk. But that was a few weeks ago, and now that that damn lawyer brought her up in court, I can’t imagine what is going on in her head. Knowing her, she’ll want to jump on this for press.”

  Jonathan dropped the scone on the china plate, causing it to rattle. “Are you serious? You need to meet with her. You need to silence this now. If you want her to stay on your side, she's gonna have to work this out with the commissioner.”

  “Yeah, I know…I know…” Leo’s mind raced. He had no desire to see her, but Jonathan was right. If he were to ever fight again, he needed Layana on his side. He needed her to keep up the good graces with her husband.

  “I’m gonna arrange a meeting with her today at the Grand Hotel’s restaurant. Okay? Play nice with her. We need her. In the meantime,” he looked down at his phone, “Timothy just arrived. Can we let him in the gate and show him to the gym? I’ll introduce you to him.”

  Bailey punched in the code as she walked over to where Lily still played with her few dolls. “Hey there, sweetheart. I've got an idea for us. How about you and me head out to grandma’s house today? Sound like a good idea?”

  “I wanna watch Leo box, Mommy!” Lily looked at the empty room where the two men once were, her face full of dejection.

  Bailey’s heart hurt. She never cared to see her child feel abandoned, especially after being placed in the group home. If she wanted to bond with Leo, she had to give in. Still the thought of what would happen if they were to breakup or if he should fall off the wagon raced through her head. She couldn’t let herself or her daughter become so close to feel such a pain again. Both of them shared two broken hearts that were not easily mended.

  Bailey bent down and picked up Lily by the waist. The two walked through the garage down to the underground gym. Already Jonathan and Timothy were chatting about strategies while Leo pulled off his shirt. Bailey called out to them, “I hope you don’t mind, but Lily’s been real interested in boxing lately. Would it be a bother if we sat here and watched you guys practice?”

  The new man walked towards her, his long skinny arm outstretched her way. “No problem, ma’am. I’m Timothy Jordan.” Bailey reciprocated the introduction while noting just how much he didn’t look like a boxer. Unlike Leo, he was tall, lean, and almost gaunt in his face. He looked like he could be blown over and snapped in the wind.

  Timothy removed his jacket while Bailey, Lily, and Jonathan took a seat on the benches. Jonathan leaned in to her to whisper, “I know he doesn’t look it, but this guy is the best trainer and coach money could buy. He trained Copperstone, Randies, and Miguel to their titles. If Leo wants to compete, he can’t just rely on his strength. He needs speed. Timothy’s gonna teach him that.”

  Bailey stopped Jonathan as he continued to ramble on about agility and tactile moves, “Compete? Who said anything about competing? I thought he was just considering getting back into shape.”

  “A guy like that, Bailey, needs to be in the ring. He can’t be cooped up in the home playing tea parties. He needs the press, the attention, the stardom. He wasn’t meant for this.”

  “You mean, meant to be a domesticated Leo,” Bailey spat out.

  Jonathan knew he had hit a nerve. “Look, it’s not that he isn’t improving with you around. He really is. He’s a different guy. But I knew him before everything, even before all the drinking. He needs that spark, that fire. I haven’t seen that in a long time. Getting back in the ring for a couple matches, defending that title, it’s gonna do that for him.”

  Bailey stood up, grabbing Lily by the hand, “We gotta go now if we wanna see that home, okay?”

  “Wait—Bailey! I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t!” Jonathan called out to her as Leo noticed the commotion.

  Leo jumped from the platform down to meet her at the door. The wrinkle above his eyes furrowed as he asked, “What’s going on? What did Jonathan do?”

  “It’s—It’s nothing, Leo. We’re just going to head out and do an errand before lunch.”

  “You’re taking a security guy, okay? And then you’re going down to the police station and reporting that message you got. I don’t wanna hear you argue about it.” Leo walked over to where he left his cellphone and began texting his guard team the instructions.

  “Come on, it’s not that big of deal. Let’s just let it rest.” Bailey’s stomach churned. She wanted nothing to do with going to the police, especially now that the texts were coming more and more. She had to turn her phone off just to ignore them all.

  “No! Bailey, this is important. You need to do this. Do your errand and then run down to the station of Whipple Street. Dan is gonna go with you. He can watch Lily while you get it done. Okay?” He looked at her blank face and knew this would be a harder fight, “Bailey! Tell me you'll do it.”

  She scurried her shoulders out of his firm grasp as she nodded in reply. “I’ll do it. In the meantime, meet with Layana and get your training done. I’ll be home for dinner.”

  He kissed her forehead and watched as her and Lily headed up the stairs. Leo then texted Dan, the head of security, her intended itinerary: “Be sure she goes to the police station. I don’t want her to come home until she does.”

  Leo returned his attention back to the workout at hand. Timothy appeared weak but was one of the most aggressive trainers he had ever had. Between the wind sprints and the interval training, Leo’s body grew weak and tired. He knew he had been out of practice since his last fight, but Timothy had made his body seem like it had aged at least twenty years.

  “Rule number one of training with me: I don’t work with you if you’ve been drinking. Do you understand me?” the trainer shouted at Leo as he jumped rope on one foot. Leo breathlessly answered an agreement back. “Rule number two: You learn some control. I hear about you wasting energy on street fights or knocking out a paparazzi, I’m done with you.”

  Leo stopped jumping, the rope falling to his heels with a click. He bent over, catching the weight of his band with the palm of his hands balancing on his knees. “I can’t do that, man. I’m not gonna make that promise.”
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br />   Timothy crouched to his level, coming in eye contact with him. He raged, “And why the fuck not?”

  “My girl, she’s got a stalker or something. Someone’s sending death threats. When I find out who that person is, I’m gonna kill him with my bare hands.” Leo looked at him earnestly. He meant every single word. This person was not going to go unpunished, he would see to that.

  Timothy paused as he stared into the fighter’s beating, blazing eyes. He liked what he saw. “Get back to work, then.” Leo obeyed, grabbing the rope off of the ground and switching his foot. This time, he jumped higher, faster, stronger. If this is what it took, he was going to give it everything he had.

  Once Leo was in the ring, the lion in him returned. He had spent the last month sparring with himself or with his girls, but having a real partner, someone who knew the combinations and tactics, brought him back to his former glory. He had missed the feel of the mat under his feet, the way a connected punch felt on the flesh of his competitor, the sting of a returned jab. Leo found his rhythm once more.