An Outlaw for Christmas: Back Down Devil MC Bad Boy Romance

by London Casey

  Something was happening and I didn’t really get it. They gave the guy a new leather cut and then everyone cheered. They almost jumped him, congratulating him, before he broke away. I didn’t realize how bad and obvious I was staring at him until he looked back at me. The second our eyes locked, my heart spun and my mind said two words: oh shit.

  Someone grabbed his shoulder and told him to take a shower.

  I heard his name, too.

  Diesel.

  What a name, right?

  His name and figure somehow matched.

  He was dirty and sexy, a combo that I usually stayed far away from. I was used to clean cut men with polo shirts, buttoned down shirts, conference calls at two, and living a life of business. Not this outlaw madness that I was suddenly absorbed into.

  The man who grabbed at Diesel set his sights on us.

  My father jumped up and offered his hand. “Trev. Thanks for taking my call.”

  “Why don’t we go talk somewhere more private?” Trev asked. “It’s a little… celebratory out here.”

  He smirked.

  My father nodded.

  I was in shock.

  I started to follow them and looked from the corner of my eye as I saw some of the bikers looking at me. I wasn’t all prim and proper but I wasn’t dressed down in ripped jeans and a leather jacket either.

  One guy nodded to me and puckered his lips.

  Another guy - the guy who poured the beer on Diesel - grabbed the neck of a beer bottle and started to run his thumb and forefinger in an O up and down fast.

  Disgusting.

  I stayed close to my father as Trev walked to a door and opened it.

  “We normally don’t let people in here,” Trev said. “But for you, Carl, come on in.”

  Trev shut the door behind us. There was a long table in the middle of the room. A big banner with the name Back Down Devil MC on it. It had a lingering smell of sweat, smoke, and booze. I didn’t know a lot about the motorcycle club life but I knew my father had dealings with them several times. This room was like a sacred room to the bikers. It’s where they talked about their club’s business and made decisions.

  Trev leaned against the table and crossed his arms. “How’s it going, Carl?”

  “You know exactly how it’s going,” he said. “I’m leaving for New York and my daughter needs to be kept safe. I step into your clubhouse and it looks like a college party.”

  “Not quite,” Trev said. “That was how we welcome a member to the MC. That guy there, Diesel, he’s been our best prospect for a long time. Shit, he should have been wearing a full patch a long damn time ago. I’m sorry it took me this long to get around to it. You know what we’ve been up against, right?”

  “I’m used to dealing with the club,” Carl said. “Not so much you.”

  “Well, my record with businessmen isn’t all that great,” Trev said. “Had some problems when I was running with the main charter in Frelen. So maybe you and I need to wipe that slate clean and start over. I’m willing to help you based on the respect the club has shown you.”

  My father nodded and rubbed his chin.

  “Look, I’ll keep this real simple, Trev. I need my daughter protected. I need someone to watch over her and do whatever it takes to keep her safe while I’m gone. No games. No bullshit. None of these guys out there though. I know them. All they want to do is get in her pants.”

  “Dad,” I whispered. “Jeez.”

  “It’s true,” my father said. “Horny outlaws with whiskey as their blood.”

  Trev chuckled. “So you have been dealing with us for a long time.”

  “This isn’t a fucking joke to me,” my father growled. “This is my daughter’s life.”

  “You know, it would help the situation if you could tell me what she needs to be protected from. Saying that it’s your daughter’s life at stake or something doesn’t make me feel easy.”

  “Deal with it,” my father said. “Let me remind you of all I’ve done for this club.”

  Trev waved a hand. “No need to do that, Carl. I get it. I’ve talked to the guys. I trust their word and their judgment of you.”

  “Without me, you wouldn’t have this very lot to conduct your business on,” my father said.

  Trev then set his eyes on me. “And what about you? Do you have a voice?”

  “Of course I do,” I said.

  “So tell me something then.”

  “My apartment building was set on fire,” I said. “I have nowhere else to go.”

  “Daddy’s big house makes you feel lonely?”

  “Fuck yourself, Trev,” my father cut in. You in or out?”

  Trev pushed from the table. He was a good foot taller than my father, making him like a giant compared to me.

  “We’re in,” Trev said. “But it’s being handled my way. My guy. My way.”

  “As long as my daughter is safe,” my father said. “I’m working on closing a few deals in New York and they will mutually benefit myself and your club. Your club is under pressure from outside influences. Trust me, I hear the talking. The idea of bringing a more commercial feel to this town. An idea to revitalize it. To push away the old business and shit like this clubhouse. I’m in your corner to fight that. Only if my daughter stays safe.”

  “Blackmail,” Trev said. “Pressure. Threats. All that does… is really piss me off, Carl.”

  Trev put a hand to my father’s shoulder. His hand was massive. Trev looked like he could rip my father’s shoulder off without any effort.

  The tension was building.

  “Don’t do that to me,” Trev whispered. “To this club. Maybe that worked before, but now, it doesn’t. Say the magic word and I’m there to help.”

  My father swallowed hard. “Please…”

  “There it is,” Trev said. He smiled. “Now we’re all set. You can take off to New York and Tia will be safe right here.”

  “With which outlaw?” my father asked.

  “Diesel,” Trev said.

  My heart felt like it was going to leap from my chest and spin on the floor.

  Diesel? The guy that had just gotten beer poured all over him. The guy that looked at me with those devilish eyes and made my innocence quiver with fear and excitement.

  “You trust him?” my father asked.

  “He’s the best guy for the job. Freshly patched in. Ready to defend this club and anything to do with it,” Trev said. He looked at me again. “Let me show you to his room.”

  Trev put his hand to the doorknob. “Your father is gone. Anything you want to tell me now?”

  “No,” I said.

  “The more we know the easier it is for us to protect you.”

  I shrugged my shoulders. Trev scared me. All the bikers scared me.

  “Fair enough,” Trev said. “If you decide to change your mind, you can tell Diesel anything. Or myself. Your father has been a good friend to this charter. This is a favor. Don’t screw it up.”

  Trev opened the door and nodded for me to go inside.

  It was a decent size room. It was very clean with plain walls. There were three bags on the floor in front of a dresser. The bed was neatly made. It smelled like it hadn’t been used in a while.

  “Don’t mind how clean it is,” Trev said. “We just gave the room to Diesel. He’ll put his personal touches on it soon enough.”

  Before I could ask where Diesel was, I heard the shower running and remembered that he was covered in beer. The bathroom door was open just a sliver, letting out the smell of soap. A manly smell that seemed to go straight up my nose and down between my thighs.

  “When Diesel gets out of the shower, tell him I need to talk to him,” Trev said.

  I looked back and the door was already being shut.

  So there I was.

  In a stranger’s room. In a motorcycle club clubhouse room. My father driving away to take a private jet to New York. And I had people after me who wanted me dead for bad dealings thanks to my father
. That part I wasn’t allowed to talk about though. I was merely playing a game of chicken. I needed to survive and nothing else.

  Nothing could change that. Ever.

  I heard the shower water turn off. The sound of the shower curtain clinking open. The faint sound of a clout towel rubbing against rock hard muscle. I was envisioning things that were best kept for after dark when I was alone in bed.

  I looked to the bed.

  Speaking of which…

  There was only one bed in the room.

  How’s that going to work?

  I waited a little bit longer and then the bathroom door opened. Out came Diesel, in what I figured would be a towel around his waist.

  Nope. I was wrong.

  Diesel had the towel bunched up and around his neck. He gripped the towel tight and froze when he saw me.

  My eyes had no idea what to look at first. From his defined chin down to his wide and curved chest. Sexy tattoos on his arms. The rippling cut of his stomach muscles, looking like pieces of steel plates put under his skin. The wicked V of his body that led down to a small thatch of pubic hair. And all of that gave way to his dick. Just hanging there. His flaccid flesh that was longer and thicker than most I’d experienced when fully erect.

  My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped.

  “Hey there, darling,” Diesel said. “You must be my prize.”

  My jaw moved but there was no sound or air.

  I forced myself to look up into his eyes.

  “Don’t worry,” Diesel said. “It only hurts for a few seconds. And trust me, you can look at it all you want…”

  five.

  (D)

  It wasn’t the first time a beautiful woman was in my room waiting for me. Usually she was in less clothing and usually she would drop to her knees before me and take care of things.

  But this one… she just stood there in shock.

  The woman from the bar. Tia.

  “Can, uh, you cover up?” she asked.

  “Well that’s a first,” I said.

  “I’m here… you’re supposed to protect me.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “Trev said so. You’re supposed to talk to Trev.”

  “Prez sent you here? Where’s that guy you were with?”

  “My father? He’s gone. You’re going to protect me.”

  I slid the towel from behind my neck. I threw it to the bed. I had no shame in what I looked like naked. I worked hard for my muscles, earning them in the weight room and out on the streets. And my cock… well, that department had gotten some extra special attention when I was in the womb. So why not show it off? Women with nice tits wore low cut shirts, right? Plus, I was in my room. I had no idea this woman would be here.

  “I’m going to protect you?” I asked as I grabbed a pair of jeans.

  I stepped into them, tucking my always ready snake in. I zipped up and walked to one of my bags. I grabbed a black t-shirt and put it on. Then came my socks and shoes. And finally, the greatest item of all. My new leather cut.

  The official Back Down Devil MC leather cut.

  Putting it on for the first time on my own. Right in front of this beautiful woman. She had no idea what it meant to me. That was okay though.

  “You should go talk to Trev,” Tia said.

  “You trying to boss me around, Tia?”

  “How do you know my name?”

  “I know a lot, darling,” I said.

  “Yeah? Well… Diesel.”

  I waved my fingers at her. “Oh no. You know my name.” I inched closer to her. “Those closest to me call me D. You know why?”

  “Why?” she asked.

  I could almost smell her breath. Her fruity perfume hit my nose and my cock was already throbbing.

  “Because that’s who I am. The D. I’m a dick. I have a big dick. Everyone wants a piece of my dick.”

  “Not everyone,” Tia said.

  I liked her already. She was bold. She knew how to throw up a front and put up a fight.

  “Give it time,” I said. I reached up and stroked her cheek with the back of my hand.

  She swatted my hand away. “Don’t touch me, asshole.”

  “Fiesty,” I said. “You stay put. Enjoy the bed. I haven’t broken it in just yet. You could get started on your own. Makes it easier for me when you’re already soaking wet and have already come.”

  “You’re disgusting,” Tia said.

  “Yeah, I am.” I leaned closer to her. “But the truth is… you like it.”

  Trev handed me a beer and pointed to the conference room.

  “Just you and me?” I asked.

  “You, me, and Jasper,” he said.

  “Don’t fuck around,” I said. “You put her in my room. Now you’re going to convince me to do what?”

  Trev pointed to the conference room and started to walk.

  We went into the room where Jasper was already waiting, sitting in his seat.

  “Someday, brother, you’ll be here,” Jasper said. “I know it.”

  “Thanks,” I said. “One step at a time.”

  “Which is why you have a woman in your room,” Trev said.

  “I thought she was a gift,” I said. “But the way she slapped me away… I’m not so sure.”

  I smiled.

  Prez didn’t. He pointed right at me. “Rule number one, Diesel. You don’t fucking touch her. Unless she’s falling into a pit of flames I don’t want your fucking hands on her.”

  “Holy shit,” I said. “Who the hell is she?”

  “Her father, Carl?” Jasper said. “You remember him?”

  “Not sure,” I said.

  “He’s helped the club in the past. Many times. Went through a real shitty rough patch. Lost his wife to cancer. Some of his businesses started to take a beating. Competition swept in when he was grieving. He’s trying to pick the pieces up. When he succeeds, the club succeeds.”

  “He’s important to the town and area,” Prez said. “Something happened with his daughter’s apartment. Well, it was set on fire. Arson. Nobody will talk about it though. Carl had to go to New York to settle up some business and we’re taking care of his daughter.”

  “Correction,” Jasper said. “You’re taking care of her, Diesel. This is your first job as a patched in member of this club.”

  I looked at Jasper, then at Prez. “Seriously?”

  “Seriously,” Prez said. “Just keep an eye on her. Take her with you wherever you go, except for trouble stuff. She needs to be alive, well, and untouched when Carl gets back. Simple as that, brother.”

  “Simple? Nothing about this seems fucking simple, Prez.”

  “Nobody is saying you can’t have your fun,” Jasper said. “Just not with her.”

  She was instantly the greatest temptation of my life. Tia. Everything about her made me want her. Shit, I should have stayed in the room and pushed my moves on her harder. If I fucked her before Prez told me not to, then no harm, no foul.

  Prez put a hand to my shoulder. “I’m trusting you with this, D. You wanted the cut and now you got it. You’ve earned that. I won’t take that away. But this is what we need you to do. Carl doesn’t want his daughter near anyone else. Doesn’t trust them.”

  “Does he realize who I am?” I asked.

  “You just keep that snake to yourself,” Jasper said. “This goes a long way for the MC.”

  I nodded.

  What fucking choice did I have? If this was what the club needed from me I couldn’t let them down. This was part of the deal. Plus, like they said, I could fuck anything I wanted.

  Except Tia.

  I could live with that.

  Show her around town. Keep people away from her. Whatever it would take.

  “I got it, Prez,” I said. “Nothing to worry about. I’ll keep her in my room tonight so I can celebrate a little out in the clubhouse.”

  “Yeah, about that,” Jasper said. He slowly stood up. “There’s a little more to this.”

 
“What’s that?” I asked.

  “This arson thing,” Prez said. “This was a blatant attack on her and her father. Carl won’t talk about it. I don’t like that. I need to know what really happened.”

  “And I have to find out?” I asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “You know, this is a little fucked up, Prez,” I said. “You’re tying my hands behind my back and expect me to box a fight.”

  Prez smiled. “You’re a smart guy, you’ll figure it out.”

  “Normally, when they’re lying there after I’m done fucking them, they’ll tell me anything,” I said.

  “Not this time,” Jasper said. “Keep your dick in your pants and get her to talk.”

  “Anything for the club,” I said.

  “Good fucking answer, D,” Prez said. He held out his beer bottle to mine. “Now, a proper toast to our newest fully patched in member.”

  We had a quick drink and then I set my sights back on my room.

  I opened the door and found Tia sitting on the edge of the bed. She was slightly leaned back, her chest pushing forward. Her tits were perfect. Natural, full, and not obvious and in your face. But enough showing to leave the imagination running wild. Her shoes were off and her feet dangled off the bed.

  She looked at me. “Well?”

  I gritted my teeth.

  This was going to be goddamn torture.

  six.

  (Tia)

  He’s fucking gorgeous and you want him to fuck you.

  The thought kept teasing me all afternoon and into the night.

  Diesel took me to the front of the clubhouse where it was busy. Lots of bikers, lots of women. Everyone kept congratulating Diesel for his new leather cut. There were hugs, handshakes, shots of whiskey, and lots of boobs. Women were flashing Diesel like he was going to spit beads at them. The first time I saw it, I gasped. But then it sort of grew on me. Then something else happened. I started to feel a little jealous. Diesel staring at other women’s breasts like a hungry baby.

  I curled my lip and faced the bar.

  I could throw shots like a champ but I stuck to beer.

  I grabbed my phone and texted Amber.

  Just letting you know, I’m safe. I’m with a motorcycle club. Long story. But holy hell are these people crazy.

  The dots appeared as Amber replied. That’s when someone bumped into me.