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

by London Casey

We kissed again, this time a little tongue.

  Diesel’s left hand pulled at the small of my back. So strong it stole my breath for a second.

  The next time we kissed, our heads turned and we were fully going at it.

  Diesel brought his right hand up, cupping my breast over my shirt. I wasn’t flat chested by any means but Diesel’s big hand made me feel that way.

  He squeezed and I groaned into his mouth.

  His tongue swirled around mine with perfection. I couldn’t help but imagine what that tongue would do between my legs.

  Diesel moved his hand up from my breast to my neck. A strong and protective hold against my throat. Maybe a little threatening, making my heart race, but I liked it. I wanted him to throw me down to the bed and have me. Show me what he could do with that big dick of his.

  I was on fire as he commanded the kiss. Moving with a sleek seduction, making my panties wet and sloppy - just like the kiss.

  Diesel then pulled away.

  His hands found comfort to my hips and he locked his elbows, keeping me away.

  My lips were tingling. I knew they were red and puffy from the hardcore kiss.

  Diesel gritted his teeth. He looked left, right, and back.

  “Diesel…”

  “No, darling,” he said. “You get into bed and go to sleep. The day is done. The night is over. We survived another one. That’s all that matters.”

  He took his hands off me.

  “So what does that mean?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” he said. “A pathetic kiss. I don’t kiss, darling. I fuck. So if you’re not going to turn around and bend over, then just go to sleep.”

  I threw my left hand at his face, punching him. I had never punched a guy before.

  Diesel’s face barely moved and I felt like I punched a wall.

  He touched his lip and grinned. “So now you know how to hit. Good for you.”

  I clutched my aching fist. “Just go, Diesel. Sorry I’m so pathetic.”

  Diesel curled his lip and reached for the door.

  A second later he was gone.

  Talk about a twisted up night.

  My heart was racing, my panties were soaked, and my hand hurt.

  What a great fucking night.

  I climbed into bed just as I did every night I spent with Diesel.

  Alone… and turned on…

  fifteen.

  (Diesel)

  Sorry I’m so pathetic.

  Those four goddamn words rang through my mind over and over. I sat at the bar and threw back another shot and chased that motherfucker down with a cold beer. Part of me wanted to know what the hell I did to Prez that was so wrong he gave me this damn job.

  I know what I needed. And it wasn’t just Tia’s pussy.

  It was just pussy in general.

  Simple as that.

  I looked over my shoulder.

  Cash had some woman on a pool table. Her legs were around his body.

  The more I scanned the clubhouse the more I saw all my brothers with their needs about to be well taken care of.

  I decided right then to drink myself until I couldn’t think straight. Then I’d just simply stumble back to my room and crash on the floor. Wake up tomorrow and take all this shit from there.

  I had no idea what Tia was thinking when I told her I was going to protect her. That asshole at the bar, grabbing her. Touching her. Throwing his mouth at me. Taking the first punch. That prick was lucky I didn’t slit his throat. Tia really had no idea what I was capable of. Not just in the bar, protecting her, fighting for her, but also in the bedroom.

  “You look like that drink isn’t doing shit,” a voice said to my right.

  I glanced and saw a woman. Tight jeans, curvy hips, a shirt that came up from the bottom and dipped down at the top. She had sex in her eyes and a taste of my cock on her lips. I stood up, towering over her the blonde reliever.

  “Do you know my name?” I asked.

  The blonde reached for me. She had long red nails and scratched them at the scuff on my face.

  “You’re D,” she said. “And I heard you have a Big D.”

  I grabbed her hand and tore it off my face. “I don’t care who you are. I don’t want to know your name. You know what I want and what I fucking need. I’m walking out that door. Follow me. If you do, I’m in charge. And my rules are simple. Pants, panties, down to your ankles. And you turn around and stick that ass high in the air.”

  “I’ll hold the door for you,” she said without a slip of a second.

  I gritted my teeth.

  My cock swelled, only out of instinct.

  This wasn’t about what I wanted… it was about what I needed.

  My hand digs into her hair, releasing some kind of honey smell. Must be her shampoo. My fingers touch her head, trying to gently cradle the back of her head, but my strength knows nothing about gentle. I want to hold her and protect her. I see the look on her face, she’s not sure what to think or feel. She bites her bottom lip as my cock slides into her. I nod, understanding she’s going to experience something she’s never had before.

  I grunt as I feel the tightness of her body. Those tender walls of her core, learning how to give way for me. Whatever pain she’s going to feel will quickly be replaced by pleasure.

  The best part… that comes next…

  She grabs at my back. Her fingers hooking against ridges of muscle. Her nails then take hold. She’s going to rip me apart. That was fine. I loved nothing more than waking up and seeing what kind of scratches were left on my back. Just a little token of my hard work.

  I thrust again and she groans. She bucks her hips at me. Her left hand moves up to the back of my head.

  “Please, Diesel,” she purrs, her voice as sweet as the honey smell of her hair. “Please kiss me.”

  I don’t kiss and fuck. I don’t cross those lines. I keep my message very clear.

  This is about fucking.

  But this isn’t about fucking, is it?

  This is something else.

  I grit my teeth, lowering down, crossing a dangerous line.

  Then again, I’m fucking Tia. The one woman I’m not supposed to fuck.

  So who cares?

  I put my lips to hers and bring the rest of my body down to hers, sinking my cock deeper than she’s ever felt any man. And if it’s up to me, she’ll never feel another man…

  “Goddamn, D, yes!”

  I opened my eyes and growled. The fucking woman broke my train of thought.

  My hands hold her hips extra tight as I fuck her. She’s bent over, hands on the wall of the outside of the clubhouse. Just like I told her to, her pants and panties were down to her ankles. Because of my size, she had to step out of her pants and panties with one foot to spread her legs wider to accept me.

  I rolled a condom down my long and thick shaft and I went right to work on her. It took a few good thrusts for her body to get used to me, but from there, I shut my eyes and did what I wanted to do. And that was thinking about Tia. Yet every fucking time I shut my eyes it turned into some kind of almost romantic scene.

  I didn’t do romance.

  I fucked.

  I growled again as I thrust harder at the woman.

  Her pussy was wet, tight, a good enough remedy to get me through the night.

  Her hands moved up the side of the building as her head ducked down. Her groans and cries hit the pavement and bounced back up, echoing around. The harder I fucked her, the louder our bodies collided. The slapping wetness. My grunts. Her body jumping back at me.

  I moved my hands from her hips to her ass. I cupped her thick flesh and pushed, spreading her as wide as I could. Staring down, I watched my thick shaft moving in and out of her pussy. Her folds clinging against me as though she was guiding me in and out.

  Fuck, I’m the one guiding. You’re just accepting me.

  I took my right hand and reached up for her shoulder. My balls were achy and all twisted up, ready to go. I grabbed her
shoulder and pulled, keeping her close and tight. My cock was as deep as I could go. I stayed there and fucked, just pounding at her body, feeling myself inching closer by the second.

  I gritted my teeth, eyes open, taking in the raunchy scene. Her helpless and pleasured cries were synched up to the movement of my cock. Over and over she groaned as her body bounced. She moved to her toes, letting out what sounded almost like a squeal. Her ass then lifted up and came down, knees bending, her body giving up on her.

  I hurried to take her by the waist and keep her from falling.

  She was coming. And I mean coming. I had breached a dam inside her core and smashed it open like my cock was dynamite.

  “Oh, fuck,” she yelled. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

  It was like the dictionary in her mind was suddenly reduced to one word.

  She kept muttering the word as I held her up, fucking her. She was completely done and that was fine by me. It only took me a handful more of thrusts before I started to shoot my load.

  I felt the rush through my cock and I put my head back, shutting my eyes again.

  I saw Tia’s face. The look of surprise and pleasure as she realized I was coming. Going at her with nothing between us. Me bare and her body taking it. Fuck, that would be wild as anything.

  I grunted as my cock pulsed, filling the condom over and over.

  Holding steady, easing her body against me, draining it all out of me.

  The second I was done, I pulled out and away from her. She slowly got back to her feet, leaning against the wall.

  “Holy shit, D,” she said, looking at me.

  “Next thing you need to do?” I said. “Forget my fucking name.”

  I turned and peeled the condom off my shaft. I tucked my dick away and threw the condom in a trashcan. I went back into the clubhouse and ordered up another shot and beer.

  I then went to my room to find Tia fast asleep. Curled up in the covers, her head poking out. She looked happy and peaceful. She looked goddamn beautiful.

  I took a mostly cool shower, just to wash that other woman off me.

  I got back into my jeans and hit the floor.

  It took me all of ten seconds to fall asleep. Only to get lost in a dream world of Tia’s moans and cries for more as I fucked her senseless over and over.

  sixteen.

  (Tia)

  I woke up and for the first time ever I found Diesel on the floor. He was face down, shirtless, looking too damn good in nothing but jeans. I never realized how much a guy’s ass could look good. Then again, I had seen Diesel’s bare ass how many times? So I had a backstage preview and my mind couldn’t stop thinking about it.

  I slowly crept out of the bed, wanting to repay a favor or two to Diesel. No, it had nothing to do with sexual stuff. Apparently, I was pathetic and off limits. Whatever the hell that meant. Yet when I licked my lips I swore I could taste that kiss. I don’t care what Diesel tried to spew at me, that kiss was good. And it wasn’t just a regular kiss either. It was a deep kiss. Our mouths and tongue going to work. Diesel taking control. The tingling warmth shooting through my body, head to toe, leaving my instincts and rational judgment in the dust.

  During that kiss he could’ve tossed me to the bed and had his way with me.

  Instead, he put me at arm’s length and made me feel like I was two inches tall.

  Way to go there, outlaw.

  I walked to my bag and took my shirt off. I stood there, topless, knowing Diesel could pop up at anytime. You think I would have moved faster to minimize the risk but I didn’t. I moved slower, tempting it to happen.

  After I put on a bra, went pee, and tried to fix my hair a little, I exited the bedroom and took my chances out in the clubhouse. Lucky for me my version of morning was different from the guys in Back Down Devil MC. It looked like a wild party with people sleeping almost everywhere. Cash was on a pool table with a woman curled up on his chest and another sleeping on his leg. The only people awake were two guys in the back corner, drunk, trying to throw darts. Each time they threw a dart, it missed and stuck into the wall.

  “Can I help you?”

  I spun around and was faced with some young guy behind the bar.

  “Coffee,” I said. “Two. Please.”

  “Sure thing.”

  When the young man turned I saw the back of his leather cut. It was all black and had the word prospect on the back. He looked so young. I wondered what would kind of life would lead someone like this into the outlaw life.

  “His mother was a junkie. Shot up while she was pregnant with him.”

  I looked to my left and saw Trev standing next to me.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You’re wondering about our new prospect,” Trev said. “His old man took off and OD’ed and died. His mother was shipped away. He bounced from house to house, trying to survive. He’s scrawny and stupid as fuck, but he’s loyal and not afraid of anything.”

  “Oh. Okay. Thanks.”

  Trev settled up on a bar stool. “Where’s D?”

  “Sleeping.”

  “He had a late night.”

  “Oh?”

  “I don’t get involved in high school drama,” Trev said.

  The prospect brought me two coffees.

  “Thanks,” I said.

  “Two to go,” Trev said. “Planning on waking up the big D with some coffee.”

  “Maybe I’m going to pour it right over his face,” I said.

  Trev laughed. “You wouldn’t be the first woman to do that.” Trev reached for one of the coffees. “You can get another one. We need to talk first.”

  “Okay,” I said.

  Now my heart started to race.

  “Has D been nothing short of an outlaw gentleman to you?” Trev asked.

  “Those are two opposite things, aren’t they?” I asked with a grin.

  “You know exactly what I mean. I gave Diesel strict orders.”

  “He’s following them,” I said. “You have nothing to worry about with him.”

  “That’s good to hear,” Trev said. “Have you heard from your father?”

  “No.”

  “Do his deals normally take long?”

  “When you consider the time of the year, yes.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Christmas was a big deal in our family before my mother died,” I said. “So he likes to disappear when he can. He’s drowning in booze and women right now.”

  “That doesn’t help me.”

  “Sorry,” I said. “You wanted the truth, right?”

  Trev nodded. “I suppose so. You know, I asked D to push at you for information but my patience is running low. My club has a lot going on that goes way beyond your father and this town. Someone tried to take you out. Plain as day. Or night. Your father came running right to me. Yet I don’t know the circumstances.”

  “Then you should call him,” I said.

  “You know who did it.”

  I felt my stomach do a backflip. I didn’t need to drink any coffee. I was already shaking like a fool.

  “I can leave,” I said. “If I’m a burden to you. If you’re worried about something happening here because of me. I have a friend…”

  “No,” Trev said. “I don’t back down from my word.” Trev then drank the entire mug of coffee in one big gulp. He stood up. “I’ll say this though, Tia. I’m putting a lot of faith into Diesel. And I know this is torture for him. Anything you know that could help me help you and help Diesel do his job better… just think about it. Because if there’s one thing I can count on with Diesel is that he would die for loyalty.”

  Trev left me with those parting words and went into the room where I had been with my father the last time I saw him.

  The prospect had another coffee ready to go for me.

  I thanked him and took the two coffees back to Diesel’s room.

  He was still passed out on the floor. I put his coffee on the nightstand and then climbed back into bed.

 
; I let my mind slip away for a few minutes. Right now every radio station was playing Christmas music. The stores were flooded with new toys, shoppers, a Santa in every store ready to take pictures and hand out candy canes. People with their houses decorated inside and out.

  My favorite time of the year. Yet it had been stripped down to almost nothing. This year definitely being the pinnacle. Stuck in a biker’s bedroom.

  I sipped coffee and sent Amber a text. She didn’t reply.

  I read the messages from the random numbers that were magically unusable right after the messages were sent to me.

  Maybe I should tell Diesel everything.

  I moved to my right and saw the big outlaw starting to stir. He rolled to his back and yawned, grunting as he did so. The muscles of his chest, arms, and stomach were insane. He belonged in a workout video or something.

  His eyes opened and he looked right at me. “Darling. Good morning.”

  “I brought you some coffee,” I said. “You were out late, huh?”

  Diesel pushed himself up to a seated position. “Don’t worry about me, darling. How’d you sleep?”

  “Great.”

  Diesel reached for the coffee. “Good.”

  “Diesel. What happened…”

  “Doesn’t matter,” he said. “I shouldn’t have let the moment catch us like that.”

  “It’s not that.”

  Diesel climbed to his feet and sat on the edge of the bed. It was hard to keep my eyes looking at his with all that sexy muscle staring back at me.

  Diesel reached out and brushed his thumb to my chin. “I want you to know something. You are not pathetic. Don’t ever think that. From now on though, be real with me. That’s all I ask, darling. Just be real.”

  I nodded.

  I am real, Diesel. I wasn’t talking about me being pathetic. I was talking about that kiss. I want to do it again, Diesel. No. Screw that. I want more.

  I want a whole lot more.

  seventeen.

  (D)

  I felt like I was fucking dating her but without the sex. I took her out for lunch. I took her out for dinner. I bought food, drinks, talked, pushed at her. More than once we ended up an in almost embrace, staring at each other, knowing things were getting close to crossing a very dangerous line.

  The restraint I showed made me worthy of a fucking statue in my name, put right into the middle of the goddamn lot.