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

by London Casey

  “Oh, hey, whoa there,” a voice said.

  Some guy was leaning against the bar. He looked filthy. Messy hair. Dangerous eyes. An evil, sly smile. A beer bottle between his hands. It was Cash. The guy who was jerking off the beer bottle from before.

  “I was hoping I’d get to talk to you alone, beautiful,” Cash said.

  “Nope,” I said.

  “That’s okay,” Cash said. “You can say nope all you want. They usually do.”

  I looked over Cash’s shoulder and looked for Diesel. Of course he was looking at another set of boobs.

  He was supposed to be protecting me from guys like Cash.

  “So how do you like it?” Cash asked. “I mean, what’s your favorite hole to get fucked in?”

  I looked at Cash. I took a swig of beer and spit it in his face.

  But it was like it didn’t bother him.

  He just smiled and started to lick his own face.

  “You taste great, beautiful,” Cash said.

  That’s when Diesel finally appeared to help me. He grabbed Cash and pulled him away.

  “Take it easy, brother,” Diesel said. “She’s off limits. To everyone.” Diesel looked at me. “Including me.”

  The way he said that and the way he smirked, it made my inner thighs shiver.

  This was no joke.

  Cash backed up. “No worries, beautiful, once your Daddy gets back in town, then you and I can tear it up. I’ll miss you.”

  “I won’t,” I called out.

  Diesel slithered up next to me. “Don’t mind Cash. That’s just his style.”

  “And you were too busy looking at boobs.”

  “So? Boobs are great. I don’t have to tell you that though. You have boobs. I’m sure you play with them all the time.”

  “Yeah, right,” I said.

  Diesel got close to me, his breath hitting my ear, making me shiver. “Don’t be shy with me, darling. There’s no reason to. You’re off limits, remember? I was warned not to touch you. So all I can do is fantasize about you. Think about your tits, darling. I know you touch them in the shower. Running your little, soft hands over them. You probably go nice and slow, letting your nipples flick between each of your fingers, both hands at the same fucking time. You put your head back and let out a groan, knowing how goddamn good it feels. I bet your nipples are fucking hard right now, aren’t they?”

  I let out a hoarse sound but nobody heard it. I quickly brought the beer bottle to my mouth to wet my lips and tongue. My mouth was bone dry. My face burning a red hot temperature. As far as my nipples went… they were as aroused as other parts of my body.

  I looked at Diesel with this wicked urge to kiss him.

  I was seriously thinking about doing it.

  Diesel placed a finger to my chin and made me look straight ahead.

  Then his mouth went to my ear again.

  “I’m not fucking done yet, darling. Now I want you to think about my cock. You’ve seen it. You know how big it is… no, wait, you don’t. You’ve never seen it hard. I can slide my cock between those perfect tits of yours and still reach your mouth. Imagine that… you sucking on me, my cock throbbing, sliding between your tits. Fuck, darling, just think of what could have been…”

  And with that Diesel pulled away from me.

  I turned my head, breathless again.

  He was leaning over the bar, grabbing a fresh beer. The horseshoe shape of his tricep made my tongue want to climb up and over it.

  I shut my eyes, chasing the thoughts away.

  It had been a long time since I last… you know. With a guy or solo.

  That’s all that was happening right then. Just pent up stuff. I needed some release. Next time I took a shower, I’d take care of myself. And that would take care of my outlaw problem.

  Simple as that.

  “I’ll be mingling,” Diesel said. “But I’ll meet you in my room very soon, darling.”

  Diesel winked at me.

  Fuck… I was going to have a big problem with this outlaw.

  seven.

  (D)

  I was primed and ready to fuck.

  With only one fucking problem. My hand was at the lower back of a woman that I wasn’t allowed to fuck. Which made it even worse because I didn’t follow rules. I ditched school, smoked cigarettes, looked up girls’ skirts, got suspended, got into fights, said fuck you to anything that resembled authority, and lived my life the way I fucking wanted to live it.

  And now, with a ton of beer and whiskey sloshing through my brain and pumping through my veins, I wanted to tear the fucking clothes off Tia’s body, bend her over, and show her how a real outlaw could fuck. Shit, if Prez wanted to keep her safe, I just needed to give her a good fucking. I’d make it so she couldn’t walk for a week.

  I opened the door and took my hand away from her back, clenching a tight fist.

  She flicked on the light and took a few steps in before looking back at me awkwardly.

  Here we were. Both drunk.

  Every other goddamn room in the clubhouse was filled with the sweet sounds and smells of hot sex.

  But not this one. Not tonight at least.

  Tia walked to the bed and gently touched it. She ran her fingertips along the end of it. Watching that little motion drove me fucking crazy. I walked to my bag and put it on the dresser. I grabbed my smokes and stuck one between my lips.

  When I turned, Tia had her bag on the bed. “Can you not smoke in here?”

  “Excuse me?” I asked, the cigarette bouncing between my lips.

  “You heard me, Diesel. Please. I’d like a good night’s sleep. And to be able to breathe.”

  I took the smoke from my mouth and dropped it in my bag. “Yeah, anything for you, darling. But you’re going to do something for me.”

  “What’s that?”

  I crossed my arms. “I want to know something about you. Enough of those covered up bullshit story of yours. Someone tried to burn down your apartment?”

  “Yeah,” she said.

  “Who?”

  Tia licked her lips.

  So you’re going to lie to me, darling.

  “I don’t know,” she said.

  “Right,” I said. “How’d it happen?”

  “Bottle,” she said.

  “Burned it all down?” I asked. “With one bottle?”

  “Someone had been in my apartment beforehand. Set it all up. My apartment was a loss. Two others were damaged. Right before Christmas, too. I felt…”

  She turned her head. She swallowed hard.

  That’s good, darling. Cry for me. Let that guard down.

  “I’m going to get changed and get to sleep,” she said.

  She plucked her bag off the bed and rushed to the bathroom. She shut the door and locked it.

  “So that’s how we’re going to play this game,” I whispered.

  I grinned.

  I liked a good fight. And from a woman as beautiful as Tia, not a fucking problem. The bed had two pillows and two blankets. How fucking fitting, right? I tossed a pillow to the floor and ripped the top blanket off. I kicked off my shoes and put my gun under the pillow on the floor. Not that the clubhouse was usually in any kind of danger but I liked to play shit safe. Especially considering someone tried to kill Tia already.

  When she emerged from the bathroom, I froze as I had the nightstand drawer open, just making sure there were plenty of condoms. I liked to play it safe… or maybe I’d just break every fucking rule.

  Tia looked goddamn beautiful.

  I stood up and slammed the drawer shut.

  She had her hair down. She wore a long shirt and shorts that barely showed where the t-shirt ended. She had no bra on and I could see the very faintness of her nipples pressing against the shirt.

  “Goddamn,” I growled under my breath.

  “Everything okay?” Tia asked.

  “Yeah, just fucking great.”

  My cock throbbed in my jeans. Filling and slithering down my
leg. The guys joked with me and told everyone that my dick could reach my knees.

  I pointed to the bed. “You get the bed.”

  “Where are you sleeping?” Tia asked.

  “Inside you,” I threw back with a grin.

  Her face turned red.

  “Diesel…”

  “Darling,” I said. “I made a bed for myself on the floor.”

  “On the floor?”

  “There’s nowhere else to sleep. I can’t leave the room. Want me to sleep in the tub? Trust me, I’ve done that before and it’s not very comfortable. So here’s the deal. You’re going to sleep in the bed. I’m going to sleep on the floor. And we’ll meet up in the morning.”

  “Okay,” Tia said. She climbed onto the bed and under the covers.

  Fuck, everything she did was laced in something seducing. And I knew what it was. It was the temptation. All I could hear was Prez’s voice in the back of my mind telling me I wasn’t allowed to fuck her.

  Tia reached for the light on the nightstand and I reached for it too. I grabbed her wrist and she tried to pull away but my grip was too strong.

  She looked right at me.

  Fear spread across her face.

  “You don’t need to be afraid of me, darling. But you do need to trust me. Have a good night. If you need anything, I’m right here. I only wake up by blowjobs. My warning though? Stretch your jaw first before you try tackling my cock. Sweet dreams, darling.”

  I let her wrist go and I shut off the light.

  The darkness came into focus and I could make out the figure of Tia’s body on the bed.

  I dropped down to the floor and rested my back against the nightstand. I folded my hands and looked around the dark room. Goddamn, I wanted a cigarette. Goddamn, I wanted to eat between Tia’s soft legs.

  This first job of mine was going to be something else.

  “Diesel?” Tia’s angelic voice purred.

  “Yeah, darling?”

  “Thank you,” she said.

  “For what?”

  “What you’ve done so far. And for not trying to force me into talking more right now.”

  “You’re going to have to tell me everything at some point,” I said. “No choice.”

  “Goodnight, Diesel.”

  “Goodnight, darling.”

  The room fell silent for good.

  I thought about jerking off but I didn’t want to waste my load. What was I going to do, spray it all over the carpet? Fuck that.

  I’d get my celebration in soon enough.

  I popped up a little and leaned over the bed.

  Tia was sleeping.

  Yeah, she really was beautiful. But she was fucking trouble.

  And the thing about trouble… I fucking loved it.

  eight.

  (Tia)

  I woke up to my phone vibrating. I rolled over, skipping the phone, and looked for Diesel. The floor was empty. I looked to the bathroom and the door was wide open. I yawned and slowly reached for the pillow on the floor. God help me for what I was about to do, but I brought the pillow to my nose. To smell him. That rough greasy smoke booze kind of smell that only a true outlaw could have.

  It made my toes curl and a tingling shiver went up my legs right to my inner thighs.

  I tossed the pillow to the floor and grabbed for my phone.

  It was Amber.

  Hey! Good morning!

  Are you awake?

  Are you alive?

  HELLOOOO!

  TIA! Answer me.

  Amber could never just text a full sentence or thought. She always sent pieces of her message.

  I texted her back that I was awake and alive.

  She quickly texted me back.

  I was worried about you. Thought the biker guy hurt you or something.

  I laughed and typed back.

  No. I lived. Not sure what to expect today though. Wish things were back to normal though. This used to be my favorite time of the year.

  It really was. I used to revel in the whole “ber” months of the year thing. Even though we didn’t get changing leaves and cold temperatures, it was still fun to get lost in it all. My mother would go above and beyond with Christmas. Always finding a way to make it bigger and more magical.

  Now that time of the year was here again… and my mother was dead. My father on business. Me alone in the bedroom of an outlaw. A clubhouse right outside the door full of wild criminals.

  Merry Christmas to me.

  My phone beeped again.

  It’ll be okay. We can still meet up, right? Let me know where you are. I’d like to see some bikers myself. I could use a little wild fun.

  The bedroom door opened and Diesel stood there, filling the door with ease.

  “Morning, darling,” he said in a rough voice.

  He was holding two coffee mugs.

  I hurried to sit up and ran a hand through my hair, as though my appearance mattered.

  I quickly wrote back to Amber.

  Careful with that. I have to go. Text you later.

  “Can’t even say good morning to me,” Diesel said. “Did I snore last night?”

  “What? No. Sorry. My friend Amber was checking on me. She doesn’t understand what’s happening.”

  “That makes two of us,” Diesel said.

  I ignored him. “And, no, you didn’t snore.”

  “Good,” he said. “I usually do. That’s how I got my name.”

  “Diesel?”

  “Yeah. That’s not my birth name, darling. My mother was fucked in the head but not that much.”

  I widened my eyes. “Oh. Yeah, right.”

  “When I first crashed with the MC, I would sleep anywhere. Barstool, bar, pool table. Whatever. When I’m tired, I fucking sleep. So one night I slept on a pool table and snored. Prez said I sounded like a diesel engine revving up. So they started calling me Diesel. Then it got shortened down to D. That started after some rumors went around about me and some ladies. They experienced the… D…”

  Diesel grinned.

  I had already seen his dick so I knew what he was talking about.

  There was no denying that he was well equipped in that area.

  “And I thought you got names for being tough,” I said.

  “Oh, trust me, I’m tough. But when the Prez gives you a fucking name, you take it.” Diesel pointed to my phone. “Everything okay there?”

  “Yeah. Just fine. Like I said, just a friend. Amber.”

  Diesel approached the bed. He was freaking huge. He cupped the mug of coffee like it was a toy. He stuck a hand out and nodded.

  “Figured you were a cream and three sugar kind of woman,” he said.

  I took the mug. It surprised me how hot the mug was. Yet he didn’t seem to care.

  I blew into the mug and then sipped it.

  Damn him. He knew how to make a good cup of coffee.

  “Taste good?”

  “Perfect,” I said.

  I smiled at him.

  I was eye level with the bulge in his jeans. My mind started to tease images that were no good for both of us.

  “Darling, my eyes are up here,” Diesel said.

  I felt the heat rush to my face as I looked up at him. “I wasn’t staring at anything.”

  Lie.

  “Is that so?” he asked. “Then why are your nipples hard?”

  The words flowed from him so easily. Not a care in the world. Not a worry to talk to a woman the way he did.

  But he was right.

  I was poking through my shirt, obviously aroused.

  I grabbed the blanket and pulled it up, holding it there as I sipped my coffee.

  Diesel chuckled. “So I told you something about me. How about you give me something?”

  I drank more coffee and then looked at Diesel again. “Okay. Fine. You want to know something about me? I love Christmas. And I’ve never seen snow.”

  “What?” Diesel asked. “How the hell could you love Christmas? Stupid fucking
holiday. It’s all fake. You decorate your house for a few weeks, pretend you like everyone, teach kids to believe in some fat asshole who is going to bring them toys. Then you tear it all down and go back to hating the world.”

  “Wow, that’s a little… I guess you didn’t have big Christmases as a kid.”

  “Darling, let’s put it this way. If Santa Claus was real, then that white bearded son of a bitch flew his reindeer over my house each and every goddamn year.”

  My heart ached for Diesel. I saw the pain on his face. He took a breath and chased it all away. He sipped his coffee and took a seat on the bed.

  “I’m sorry you grew up like that,” I said.

  “Fuck it. It’s the past. Can’t change it, darling. So what else about Christmas do you like?”

  “Well, since you’ve ruined it all for me,” I said with a grin. “I guess just the feeling. I know maybe it’s all bullshit, but the world feels happier. It was never about presents for me either. I like the lights. The tree. The candy canes. Hot chocolate. All that stuff, you know?”

  “But no snow, huh?” Diesel asked.

  “No snow. Funny as it is, I actually used to make snow.”

  “You made snow?”

  “Yeah. Out of construction paper. I’d take all the white sheets. Or I’d raid my father’s printer. I’d cut up paper and pretend it was snow.”

  “That’s almost sad,” Diesel said.

  “Thanks.”

  He reached for me and touched my chin. “But it’s sort of cute.”

  “Cute. Right.”

  Diesel laid those outlaw eyes on me hard. There was something about the morning that always left me wickedly turned on. The messiness of it all. Sleepy eyes and hair. The smell of sleep. Waking up next to someone. What better way to start the day?

  “I need to grab a shower. Feel free to join me if you want. I’ll let you play with my big snake.”

  “Thanks for the offer,” I said. “But I’ll be fine right here.”

  “Your loss, darling.”

  Diesel stood up and walked to the dresser. He put his coffee mug down and took his shirt off. I gasped when I saw the cascading cuts of muscle ripple down his back. He was so beautifully built, my eyes didn’t know what to look at first.

  Then to my shock he opened his jeans and dropped them.

  I stared at his bare ass, firmly round, well built, connecting to his strong legs.

  “Uh… what are you doing?” I asked.