Leon | a Bad Boy MC Motorcycle Club Romance

by Rose Cody

  Leon lets out a shaking breath as he rubs the tip of his cock against her clit before slowly dragging it down through her soaking pussy lips. He rests his silky head on her entrance gently pressing the very tip inside of her before pulling it back out and dragging it once again along her slit.

  “Fuck me…” She whispers, biting her bottom lip as she smiles softly, watching Leon’s face flush as he slowly sinks back inside of her.

  She spreads her legs wider as he leans forward, pressing his body against hers as he slides his arms under her, holding her and pressing his palms into her back to lift her even closer to him.

  She moans, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her fingers threading through his dark hair as they rock back and forth as Leon bucks his hips.

  “Oh, God…” She moans, gasping as she feels his cock begin to swell inside of her as he moans into her shoulder.

  “Gaaaah…” He grunts, his body trembling and his manhood twitching as he spills his seed against her walls.

  Alia sighs, her eyes closing as she feels Leon slip out of her before rolling off of her and onto his side beside her.

  He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he brushes his nose against her neck, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine.

  “Spend the night with me…” He moans into her ear.

  She rolls onto her side to face him before pressing her cheek against his hard, bare chest.

  One night couldn’t hurt.

  Chapter 7

  Alia relaxes her grip on his waist, testing the waters as they rumble steadily down her street before squeezing him again tightly as he comes to a slow crawl in front of her house.

  “God this is loud…” She says, her voice barely audible above the engine. “I hope it doesn’t wake my parents up.”

  “Unless they’re already awake…” Leon says, pointing towards Alia’s house.

  She turns around, her heart stopping as her eyes connect with the woman’s in the windows as she stands in front of the closed blinds, her face looking stern.

  Alia gives her mother a little wave before turning back to Leon, her face white as a sheet as she debates in her head just getting back on his bike and leaving.

  “Someone’s busted.” He chuckles, smirking as he waves at her mother before revving his engine.

  “No, not funny!” She says, her eyes wide as she places his hand on his quickly before pulling it away.

  “I better go.” He says, reaching out to her and grabbing her arm before dragging his hand up her shoulder.

  Alia smirks nervously, her eyes completely lit up and her heart beating roughly in her chest as he leans in, pressing his lips against hers as his hand travels up into her hair.

  “Get outta here…” She whispers as he pulls away, shaking her head playfully as she bites her bottom lip before stepping back.

  She watches, her head swimming, as he rides off, the rumbling of his engine getting quieter the further away he goes.

  Alia, takes a deep breath, trying desperately to calm the fluttering in her stomach as she turns back around.

  Her eyes dart to the window, her mother long gone, as she nervously walks up the front path to the porch, stepping up the recently stained wooden stairs before pulling her keys out of her bag and unlocking the door.

  She pushes the front door open, clearing her throat as she steps inside her parents living room before slipping off her shoes.

  “Morning…” She says, as she walks across the carpet and steps onto the tiled floor of the kitchen before repeating herself. “Mom,” She says, watching as her mom stirs the cream in her coffee. “Good morning.”

  “Out all night, I see.” Her mom says, walking past her with her coffee before sitting down at the kitchen table.

  “It was getting late, so I spent the night with a friend…” Alia says, her face flushing as she brushes her hair behind her ear.

  “The same friend who dropped you off?” Her mother asks, taking a sip from her coffee. “The guy on the motorcycle? Don’t tell your father, he’ll nearly have a heart attack.”

  “Don’t tell me what?” Alia hears from behind her as her dad enters the kitchen from the hallway.

  “Good morning.” Alia whispers, turning to walk quickly out of the kitchen, her dad putting his hand out to stop her from going down the hall.

  “Don’t tell me what?” Her dad repeats, guiding her over to the table before breaking away as she sits down in a kitchen chair and getting himself a cup of coffee.

  “Alia was out all night.” Her mother says, shaking her head.

  “Mom!” She says, her mouth hanging open, shocked. “I’m an adult! You can’t tell on me!”

  “Oh, I know she was out all night.” Her father says, leaning against the counter as he sips his black coffee. “I know.”

  “I’m allowed to go out.” She protests, folding her arms over her chest.

  “Who was that guy?” Her mom asks, throwing her hands in the air dramatically. “At the very least I want to know who that guy was!”

  “What guy?” Her dad asks, walking over to the table.

  “Don’t worry about it!” Alia interjects.

  “Some guy on a motorcycle dropped her off just now.” Her mom says, shaking her head. “What kind of guy is that?! Drives a motorcycle at eight o’clock in the morning down a quiet street…”

  “A motorcycle?” Her dad asks, his eyebrows furrowing. “Where’d you meet this guy?”

  “Oh, my God!” Alia says, her eyes widening. “What’s with all the questions?”

  “You meet this motorcycle guy at work?” Her dad asks, placing his coffee on the table.

  “Sure, he’s a regular…” Alia says. “Yes, he drives a motorcycle, but he’s not causing problems for anyone…”

  “They all cause problems, Alia, all of them.” Her dad says, his voice hissing. “Ever since they came to our town they cause nothing but problems. Drugs. Violence. Recklessness all around!”

  “They’re regular customers! If you had a problem serving them you would have kicked them out long ago!” Alia says, squinting her eyes at her father.

  “There’s a difference between being a paying customer and being out all night with someone’s daughter.” Her father says, getting up from his chair. “I forbid you from hanging out with those guys ever again!”

  “Dad!” Alia says, getting up and following her dad as he walks across the kitchen. “You can’t forbid me from people, I’m not a little girl.”

  “If you keep hanging around with them, Alia, you are going to get hurt.” Her dad says, stepping into the hallway. “Guys like that don’t care about you, they only want one thing. Keep away from them!”

  “How am I supposed to do my closes if you want me to keep away from half of our customer base, huh?” Alia asks, crossing her arms.

  “Serve them. That’s it!” Her dad says, turning around one last time. “Do not get involved with those bikers.”

  Alia huffs before turning around and walking over to the counter before reaching into the cupboard for a mug. She pours herself a strong, black cup of joe before bringing it up to her lips and taking a sip.

  “He’s right you know.” Her mother says, lightly shaking her head from side to side as she, too, sips from her mug. “They’re rowdy and nothing but trouble, Alia. Find yourself a nice boy, sweetheart…”

  “Oh, please.” Alia says, pouring the rest of her coffee down the sink as she cuts off her mother’s lecture.

  She sighs, rinsing out her cup before placing it on the rack.

  “I’m not going to get in trouble. He’s a good guy, mom. It’s fine.” She says, before turning around and beginning to step down the hallway towards her bedroom. “I’m having a nap before I have to go back to work. Please, quit worrying about it.”

  Chapter 8

  “Yes. Things are fine.” Alia says into the phone as she cashes out an order, placing the bills into the cash register drawer as she holds the phone with her
cheek against her shoulder. “I know, dad.” She says, pushing the drawer shut. “Yes, I’ll be home right after work. And yes, I’ll make sure Jason remembers to keep the light above the sink on…”

  Her heart skips in her chest as she watches the heavy wooden door to the bar swing open, six of seven leather vested men walking through the door before making their way over to a table in the back.

  “I got to let you go, dad.” Alia says, unable to contain her smile as she watches Leon walk through the door and split away from the rest of his group. “Some people are waiting. Okay. Love you, too.”

  She hangs up the phone before resting it down on the counter beside the till as she hurries back behind the bar.

  “Long time, no see.” Leon says as he leans on his elbows against the bar top.

  “Look who it is…” Alia smirks as she reaches into the cooler and pulls out enough beer for their entire group before beginning to uncap the bottles.

  She slides them over to him, holding her hand longer than usual against the neck of the bottle as Leon’s hands brush against her fingers.

  “You got me in trouble, you know…” She says, biting her bottom lip to try and hide her smirk as she pushes over more uncapped bottles. “That stunt you pulled… You didn’t have to kiss me with my mom watching, you know…”

  “Why not?” Leon says, his voice hushed. “Your parents don’t let you kiss boys?”

  “They say you’re up to no good.” She says, turning around and looking over her shoulder at him with sexily hooded eyes.

  “Well, they’re right, aren’t they?” Leon says, standing up straight as he grabs the beers from the bar before turning around and walking away to give the bottles to his group.

  The butterflies in her stomach tumble as she watches him walk away, his jeans hugging his muscular thighs as he walks.

  She watches out of the corner of her eye as places the bottle on the table before he slides his jacket off of his shoulders before laying it over the back of a chair.

  “Two more!” He says, jogging over, his bicep contracting as he lifts his two fingers into the air.

  “Alright.” Alia says, as she pulls two more beer from out of the cooler before opening the bottles.

  She slides the bottles across the bar towards him, tingles running up and down her arms as Leon slides his fingers up her wrists.

  “I get to see you again tonight, right?” He asks, his voice husky as he leans over the bar top, his breath tickling her ear.

  “I told you…” She says, feeling the heat in her belly rise as she shakes her head. “You got me in trouble. I have to go home right after I close.”

  “Well, then I guess I’m coming over.” Leon says, winking as he walks away with the bottles.

  “Yeah, right.” Alia says sarcastically, giggling as she shakes her head. “See you there.”

  Chapter 9

  She walks up her front path, the dim solar lights illuminating the sidewalk as she steps up the front porch.

  “Hi.” She says, looking up from her feet as the door opens in front of her, her father standing in the doorway before stepping out of her way.

  She walks inside, kicking off her shoes as she looks back at her dad before placing her purse on the table by the door.

  “You didn’t have to wait up for me, you know.” Alia says, shaking her head as she looks up at her dad. “I was coming right home…”

  “I just want to make sure there was no funny business.” He says, closing the door behind him and locking it before walking out of the living room and into the kitchen.

  “I’m home!” She says, watching her dad drink a glass of water. “What kind of funny business could I possibly get into? You have to work tomorrow; I can’t believe you would stay up like this…”

  “Alright…” Her dad says, clearing his throat as he places his glass in the sink.

  “Go to bed, dad.” She says, pulling off her sweater. “I’m going to have a shower then I’m going to get to bed, too.”

  She watches as her dad walks down the hall, turning right to go into his room before he shuts the door behind him.

  She leans against the counter, sighing out and rubbing her fisted fingers over her eyes before reaching up to the back of her head and pulling the elastic off her ponytail.

  Alia walks down the dark hallway, passing her parent’s bedroom, careful not to make a ruckus as she makes her way into the bathroom.

  She steps onto the cold tile with her socked feet before closing the door behind her and locking it by pushing in the doorknob.

  She unbuttons her cardigan, before sliding it off of her arms and hanging it on the hook behind the bathroom door, the ivory buttons scratching lightly against the wood as her sweater swings.

  Alia pulls her t-shirt over her head, sighing as she tosses it to the ground before unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor, too.

  She walks over to the tub, turning on the hot water and letting it run over her fingers before adjusting the temperature with the cold water tap.

  She pushes down her pants, letting them fall, along with her panties, before kicking them to the side and stepping into the tub.

  She shivers as she pushes the curtain closed before bending down and lifting the lever to turn on the shower’s spray before quickly stepping back as the water begins to fall.

  Alia steps under the droplets, first wetting her shoulder, then her legs, before finally stepping under the showerhead and submerging herself in the spray to wet her hair.

  “Lovely…” She whispers to herself as she leans back, letting the droplets fall on her face before reaching for a bottle of sweet smelling apple shampoo.

  She squirts a dollop onto her palm before rubbing it against the top of her head, lathering it up as she works it from roots to ends.

  Alia closes her eyes as she leans back under the running water, threading her fingers through her hair to rinse before she picks up her loofah, squeezing it in her hand before covering it in her body wash.

  She washes herself quickly, the heat of the water and the lavender of the soap readying her for bed as she struggles to stay awake any longer.

  She quickly rinses herself off before turning off the water and stepping out of the shower into the chilly bathroom air.

  Alia pulls a towel off the rack, placing it over her head and rubbing it back and forth over her wet hair before sliding it down her skin to wick away the droplets.

  She wraps the fluffy towel around her chest, pushing the loose edge in under her armpit before she reaches for her brush and pulls the bristles through the wet strands of her hair.

  “They can’t treat me like a child forever…” She says to herself as she picks up and elastic from the bathroom counter, snapping it against her wrist before pulling her hair to the side.

  She braids it, carefully pulling one side over the other before wrapping the elastic around the tail and tossing it back over her shoulder.

  “But I guess I can’t blame them.” She whispers, picking up her clothes from the ground. “Now that they got me back, they probably don’t want me leaving again.”

  She huffs as she stands before looking in the mirror one last time.

  “Like I have anywhere to go… or anyone to take me…”

  She pulls open the bathroom door, quietly stepping out into the hallway before rushing into her bedroom and shutting the door behind her.

  She lets her towel fall to the floor before she drops her dirty clothes on top of it and kicks the pile to the side on her way to her dresser.

  Alia opens the second drawer from the top, pulling out a large, grey oversized t-shirt before sliding her arms through it and pulling it over her body to cover her up, her damp braid staining the fabric darker along her shoulder.

  “Ugh…” She groans as she walks over to her bed, letting herself fall to the mattress before crawling under the covers.

  She rests her head against the pillow, closing her eyes as she sinks into her covers, her mind driftin
g off to sleep.

  She opens her eyes, her heart stopping, as she hears her window pane rattle, a distinct knock coming from just outside.

  “What the hell was that?” She asks herself, not moving a muscle as her chest pounds in her ears.

  Alia takes a deep breath as she gathers up the courage before slowly turning her head towards her window just as another set of knocks hit it.