Touch Me: A Bad Boy MC Romance

by Cristal Pierre

  “Life just had different plans for me, I suppose.” I shrugged. “When I dropped out of college, it was because I found myself in some trouble. I started to experiment with drugs and alcohol. Can’t say it was the best time of my life. But the Blackbirds took me in and helped me clean up my act.”

  “You mean a motorcycle gang helped you get sober?”

  “Shocking, isn’t it?” I chuckled, running my fingers through my hair. “But like I said, we’re more than meets the eye.”

  Our conversation died down and the wind whipped around us, playing with Linda’s hair, somehow making her even more beautiful. She pinned a strand behind her ear and looked at me, batting her eyelashes ever so slightly. My fingers clenched, mesmerized by her beauty. Not only was this woman gorgeous, but amazingly smart as well.

  “Kyle…?” She whispered, her voice like a melody in my head.

  “Yeah?”

  “Did you kill Ross?”

  “No.” She seemed to be staring into my eyes, looking for the real answer. Our faces moved closer, the darkness of the night making it difficult to see. Our lips were mere inches apart. She leaned in even further until our lips collided together and I felt fireworks exploding inside of my chest.

  The kiss was a bit awkward at first. Neither one of us moved very much. My hands fell to her hips, pulling her between my legs. The feeling of her body next to mine was enough to get me going. I squeezed her flesh between my fingers, kissing her a little harder.

  She parted her lips for me and my tongue slid inside of her mouth with ease, finding hers. They tangled together and I swear, I have never tasted something so sweet in my entire life. My hand crept under her shirt, finding the clasp of her bra. With a measured flick of my wrist, I snapped it off. She gasped, pulling away, breaking one of the best kisses I have ever experienced.

  “Why did you do that?” She asked, holding her breasts to keep her bra from falling. I grinned at her and pushed her into the small structure that held the main breaker for the building. She gasped, looking at me with wide eyes.

  “Don’t lie, Linda. I can tell that deep down, you want me. You’ve just been holding back, but you know I’m not as bad as everyone says I am. You’re starting to realize that and you’re afraid that you might actually like me. That’s why you kissed me.” I smirked at her, my eyes sparkling with mischief as our foreheads touched. “Just admit it. That way, it’ll be easier for both of us.”

  To my surprise, she placed her hands on my shirt and pulled me close, kissing me once again, only this time, with a newfound passion. I sucked on her bottom lip, grabbing her ass and squeezing it hard before I hoisted her into my arms, draping her legs around my waist. Her ankles locked behind me as her fingers tangled in my hair. I was becoming addicted to her, slamming her into the wall and intensifying the kiss until we were both breathless. My heart was pounding and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I had to have this woman. I had to have her now.

  “Kyle…” She tried to mumble, but I just kissed her even harder, silencing her as I started down the fire escape, eager to get her in my bed. It was a little awkward maneuvering through the window, but I managed. “What are you…” I tossed her on the bed before she could even finish her question.

  I was already taking off my shirt and unbuttoning my pants when she looked up at me, her eyes like glowing sapphires. She was as still as a statue. “What is it? Like what you see?” I grinned at her, running my fingers down my body. I wasn’t one to boast, but I had a decent body. Hours at the gym will do that to a guy. Her eyes lingered on my washboard abs and then naughtily followed my fingers to the waistband of my jeans where she could just about make out the V that pointed toward my crotch. I approached her, wondering what she was thinking about. Did she want me as much as I wanted her? “Maybe you want to help me.”

  I pushed her down onto the mattress and straddled her. Her chest shivered as she took a deep breath. I grinned, pulling off her shirt, exposing her bra. It was hanging on by the straps, but just barely. As our eyes locked, I leaned down and grabbed it with my teeth. With a flick of my head, I tossed it away, seeing it drape over my lamp, nearly knocking it over. “Now, what do we have here…” I asked as I started to fondle her breasts, kneading them with my fingers, taking my time to work her up. “These nipples are mighty hard for someone who’s not into me, wouldn’t you say?” I teased her, leaning down. I blew on her nipples ever so gently, watching as goosebumps decorated her skin. She was holding her breath, waiting for me to make a move.

  Suddenly, my tongue darted out, wrapping around her left nipple. She moaned out almost instantly as I flicked it back and forth, getting it even harder. Inside of my pants, my cock was dying for freedom, but right now, all that mattered was making her feel good.

  My other hand roamed down her naked belly, finding her pants. I struggled to unbutton them with one hand, but I managed, finding her soaked panties underneath. I grinned to myself before I moved to her right nipple, sucking on it, taking my time, knowing I was slowly driving her insane. Underneath, I could already feel her body withering with pleasure and the night had only just begun.

  I rubbed her panties, pressing them against her already engorged clit. The sensation must have driven her wild because she was bucking her hips into the air, begging for more. “Kyle… please…”

  “What is it, baby girl? Do you want me?” She answered by taking the reins. She was on top of me now, her amazing breasts hovering just above my face. Before I could wrap my lips around one of them, she yanked my pants down, freeing my cock. Her hand wrapped around it tightly, stroking up and down. I groaned in pleasure, pushing my hips into the air. Her hands were so soft and so small…

  “Linda…” I growled, pulling her toward me until we were both sitting down. She was on my lap, my cock pressing against her thigh. I tore through her lace panties, pulling her pants down just enough to push myself inside of her. With one quick thrust, I was balls-deep, but man was it a tight fit. I struggled to keep my cool as her fingers dug into my arm, feeling my cock fill every inch of her.

  We didn’t say a word as our bodies locked together like two puzzle pieces. I tilted my head down, licking, kissing, and sucking her tits as they bounced in my face. With my hands on her hips, I guided her up and down my throbbing cock, knowing I wouldn’t last very long. This woman was just too good to be true. Her pussy felt like it was milking me for every drop of cum I had. I had never felt anything like it.

  Her moans were driving me insane and all I could do was pound her harder and harder. As I started to play with her clit, she started to scream, losing her mind in the heat of the moment. Her thighs quivered around me and I knew she was getting close.

  I pushed her down onto the mattress, going for a missionary position so I could see her beautiful face as I continued to stretch her out, going as deep as I could with every thrust. My balls slapped against her ass, turning it a rosy pink. Her moans got louder and louder and I had no doubt that the rest of the gang could hear what was going on, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was how good this felt. I never wanted it to end.

  Our lips gravitated together like magnets. She kissed me as if desperate for my love. I gave her just that, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and letting it dance around with hers. Her pussy seemed to get tighter and tighter and I could tell she was on the edge of climax. “Cum for me, baby…” I whispered in her ear, easing the pace, wondering how she would react.

  She wrapped her legs around me, locking them tight. I knew she wouldn’t let go anytime soon. Her nails ran up and down my back, leaving angry red lines on my skin. She was turning me on more than anything else in the world, her hips gyrating against mine. “You want it, don’t you…?” I asked, kissing her neck, teasing her even further.

  “So bad…” Her nails dug into my skin. “You feel so good…” She moaned, arching her back. Her toes curled. With my hands sneaking under her body, I grabbed her ass, squeezing it tight and hoisting her into th
e air ever so slightly for a bit more leverage. I tore into her, watching as her tits bounced. I was struggling to keep back my orgasm. It felt like my balls would explode at any second. She was just too sexy… I couldn’t help it.

  Her thighs started to quiver as her pussy tightened. She screamed my name, her eyes rolling back into her head as she climaxed hard, getting her juices all over my cock. It was too much for me to handle. With one last thrust, I lost all control, pulling out just in time to explode all over her chest. Seconds later, I collapsed beside her, pulling her close. I nuzzled into her neck, kissing her ever so slightly. Damn, she was good.

  Chapter 8

  Linda

  I woke up just as the sun was coming through the still open window. I shivered, feeling the draft and pulled the sheets tighter around me when I realized that someone else was sharing the bed with me. I instantly remembered my lustful night with Kyle and my cheeks turned crimson. It had been absolutely amazing. I still didn’t understand why I had allowed myself to end up in bed with someone that was a suspect in a murder investigation…

  I glanced over to see Kyle fast asleep. He looked so peaceful with his usually sharp facial features now relaxed. I ran my fingers through his messy hair, feeling how soft it was. I knew I shouldn’t be falling for this man… but I couldn’t help it. Between my legs, my pussy still tingled with the aftermath of last night.

  “Mmm.” I looked down to find Kyle looking right back at me with his smoldering brown eyes. “If only I could wake up to a sight as beautiful as this every morning…” He pulled me closer, cradling my body against his as if we were a pair of nesting dolls. “Good to see you haven’t run away from me yet. Is it safe to say you liked last night then?”

  “Like, would be an understatement…” I muttered under my breath. I was too embarrassed to look into his eyes, especially since I could feel his stiff member against my thigh. “I mean… I never thought I’d experience anything quite like that.”

  He chuckled, his arms tightening around me. “I bet you didn’t see this coming.”

  “What?”

  “That you would end up sleeping with me.”

  “Honestly, no. But I also didn’t expect you to be who you are. I guess I really shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.”

  “You got that right.” He kissed my neck and I felt a shiver running down my back. “C’mon, I’ll cook you some breakfast.”

  “You cook too?”

  “I don’t get paid enough to order out all the time. Plus, with a body like mine…” He winked at me as I watched him put his jeans back on. I bit the inside of my lip. I couldn’t believe how sexy he really was. He had a body that looked like it was chiseled out of marble. Those washboard abs… broad shoulders… sharp jawline… that intoxicating V… I felt like I couldn’t look away.

  “Are you just going to sit there and stare all day, or are you going to join me?” He asked, hoisting me out of bed and pulling me into his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist almost naturally. “Someone’s still wet I see…” I blushed darkly when I realized my still bare pussy was rubbing against his midsection.

  “Oh… um…” I scrambled my way back down and grabbed my panties, but they were completely torn. I frowned. What was I supposed to wear now?

  “I’ll see if Liv has any she can part with. For now, just put something on.” He tossed me my pants. It felt strange wearing pants with no underwear, almost as if there was a constant breeze between my legs. At this point, it felt like my cheeks were on fire.

  Kyle had already left the room when I found my bra and clipped it back on. I shuddered, remembering the moment he snapped it off. We were still on the roof. My heart had been working overtime. I was trying to push him away and still, he managed to get me into bed with him. Not that I regretted it. Last night was mind-blowing, to say the least.

  Finally dressed, I walked down the stairs. I followed my nose into the kitchen, finding Kyle heating up some coconut oil on a skillet. “What are you making?” I asked.

  “Just some eggs and bacon. I hope that’s okay. I would’ve made you some waffles, but my machine broke just the other day. I was going to buy a new one… but then I got arrested for a murder I didn’t commit.”

  “You know, you don’t have to keep convincing me that you’re innocent.” I jumped onto the counter and sat down.

  “You believe me now?”

  “Maybe…” I swung my legs, a grin playing on my lips. “Do you really think I’d sleep with someone I thought was a murderer?”

  His eyes sparkled at my words and he moved between my legs, his hands on my thighs, spreading them apart ever so gently. “You don’t know how much this means to me…”

  “Does that mean you’re going to let me go now?”

  “Do you want to go home?” He asked, his face suddenly darkening. He turned his back on me and tended to the eggs.

  I didn’t know how to answer. I knew I should get home and stop this madness, but at the same time, I had grown fond of his attention. I enjoyed his company and I didn’t want to leave just yet. “Well, maybe I’m not one hundred percent convinced yet…” I giggled, drawing out my voice.

  He chuckled, perfectly folding the omelet he was making in half. He dished it onto a plate and handed it to me along with a few juicy pieces of bacon.

  “I’ve never had a guy cook for me before.”

  “You’ve obviously never been with someone like me before. I love to cook.”

  “So, you love to cook and you love to read. Are you ever going to stop surprising me?” I took a bite of my food and my taste buds were pleasantly surprise. The egg itself was exceptionally fluffy and the cheese was melted to the perfect consistency.

  “Maybe you just need to stick around and find out.”

  “I’d like that. If I’m going to make a solid case for either side, then I think I need to learn more about the motorcycle culture.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean. I should get to know how your guys live and function so I don’t base everything on stereotypes.”

  “Does that mean you want to stick around for a while?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in my direction.

  “Maybe.”

  With a grin, Kyle tore through his piece of bacon and I couldn’t help but laugh. He was making a total mess.

  “Well, good to know you’re not perfect. You still eat like you’re a college freshman.”

  “No, I don’t.” He said through a mouthful.

  “Right. That’s why you haven’t even touched your fork and knife this whole time, right?”

  “Who the hell eats bacon with a fork?” Just to make a point, I picked up my bacon and popped it into my mouth with my fork.

  “Ooh, someone’s a little princess, isn’t she?” He taunted me before he grabbed my fork and fed me a bit of my breakfast, being sweet about it.

  “If being a princess involves you feeding me, sign me up.” I laughed, finding our time together endearing. I never thought the leader of a motorcycle club would turn out to be so charming.

  I leaned across the table and kissed him, feeling flirtatious. He seemed surprised for a second before he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his lap. “Someone’s awfully eager this morning.”

  “What can I say? You’re hard to resist.” I leaned against him. “And… to be honest. I want to learn more about you. I’m starting to have a feeling you didn’t commit the crime… but I can’t be sure until I know everything.”

  “Still have your doubts, don’t you?”

  “Of course, I wouldn’t be a lawyer if I didn’t turn over every rock.”

  “Then why didn’t you do that from the start?”

  “I wasn’t thinking. I thought you were like every other man in a motorcycle club. Now I know I was wrong.”

  “So, what do you want to know?”

  “Why did you join?”

  “I already told you, I was going through a bit of a rough patch and the Blackbirds helped me o
ut. The previous leader took me under his wing and treated me like his own son.”

  “Didn’t you have a father before that? A family?”

  “No. From what I was told, I became an orphan at the age of two. My parents were involved in a horrible shootout. I was moved from orphanage to orphanage. No one wanted me because I was the scrawny little kid who always got sick. Being bedridden so much, however, gave me a lot of time to read. That’s why I’m so interested in the classics. The stories of all those heroes inspired me. I ended up getting a scholarship to go to college, but I blew it the moment I started mixing with the wrong crowd.” He shrugged like it was no big deal.

  “Don’t you ever wish you could go back?” I asked him, listening to his life story. I couldn’t believe how similar it was to my own… I was an orphan too, fighting to get off the streets until finally, a foster family adopted me and I vowed to make them proud.